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raphsgrl · 2 years

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[ nsfw ] — role-play (and a smidge of dub-con in said role) but it's silly ; insecure bakugou bc it makes me feral.

[ disclaimer ] — i'm sure this goes without saying, but this is based on my own personal interpretation of bakugou and not meant to insult or offend. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

[ word count ] — 3.9k ; this was just supposed to be short and silly idk what happened LOL

katsuki is shy.

as soon as he sees you — rushing out from the kitchen, grabbing the laundry basket that's been filled with some of his things — his face is already turning pink. blush growing, just like his scowl.

he doesn't say anything at first, just eyes your jumpsuit and your boots and little mask, and then his work bag hits the floor with a resounding thud. "the fuck are y'doin'?"

"oh, no!" you cry dramatically, pressing a hand to your forehead as you look down in the basket — which holds two of his watches and a pair of shoes gifted from his mom and even a few of the nicer necklaces he's bought you over the years. "pro-hero dynamight has caught me!"

and then he knows exactly what you're up to.

still, he says nothing, even though you wait to see if he'll play along, grinning all the while. under your gaze, he shifts awkwardly, screwing up his lips as he tries to ignore the low cut of your outfit, swallowing when you push your boobs together with your arms.

"i better get out of here," you say loudly, as if he hadn't heard you. "i don't want such a big, strong hero to arrest me!"

the temperature of his face rises, but your corny line has his attitude returning with a vengeance. "what are you doing?"

a streak of insecurity runs through you, but you grit your teeth together, steeling yourself so that it doesn't show. you don't miss the subtle way he tries to wipe his hands on his sweatpants or how secretly he tries to tug at them — and that gives you all the confirmation that you need.

your boyfriend is a big pervert, and you're determined to prove it.

(last week, katsuki was on night patrol and had gone into the agency around 7pm. the shirt he grabbed had been the wrong one, a black sleeveless tank with a giant tear in the side that he had yet to sew up, and he'd called to ask if you could bring him a new one.

sure, no problem; when you got to his office, he'd been sitting at his desk in just his tac pants and boots, scrolling through mindless paperwork while waiting and he'd looked — really good. you see him without a shirt all the time, but mostly he's in sweatpants or fresh out of the shower, and there was something about seeing him so geared up and ready to go that struck you differently.

you don't often watch the replays on tv of his work because it scares you, but to witness him as dynamight —

it had you feeling mischievous, suffice to say.

you sat quietly on his desk, watching him close out of his computer, smiling to yourself as he logged off. he thanked you for the shirt with a kiss to the cheek and then he expected you to head home; you could see it in his eyes, watching you — a little wary — as he fiddled with the material in his hands.

"there's, like, nobody in here."

katsuki shrugged, little kissable pout on his lips. "s'almost 8, everyone's at home."

you hummed, turning around to stare out his open office, down the long line of sleeping monitors in their cubicles. "we could have sex in here and nobody would know."

it made him choke, and he stepped back from you to cough into his fist before looking at you with wide eyes. "what?"

of course, it was his reaction at that point that had you feeling wicked. "c'mon, you got 10 minutes?'

his eyes danced to every corner of the room, cheeks flushing in the low light from his desk lamp, before he leaned to look out the door, too. checking, you think.

"i—what? no, i-i don't. pinky's waitin' for me out there."

you were only being cheeky—at least mostly—so you'd simply stuck your tongue out at him and shrugged. "okay, fine." and then he sighed, like he'd narrowly gotten away from something, before leaning back to shove his hands in his pants. you grinned, watching as he adjusted himself. "i mean, i can be quick, if you want."

"shut. up." he hissed, and it wasn't until he removed his hand that you realized exactly how hard he was, palming at his bulge roughly, as if he could smash it down until it was gone.

just from that. just from the suggestion of fucking on his desk. you laughed and he glared and then kicked you out, after a furious kiss that was firmer than usual.)

katsuki is very — particular about sex. something he likes to take his time with, despite being lightning quick about everything else in his life. it's only in the last year that he's allowed himself to be a little more vocal in bed, moaning openly against your skin, telling you how good you feel in his quiet, broken little voice.

as far as kirishima lets on, this is his longest relationship and, even though he's surely not a virgin, you wonder if he's ever really been comfortable with himself sexually. he's got an absurd amount of testosterone raging through his body at all times, but he always acts so unsure, like he's worried he'll do something to embarrass himself; you're determined to free him from that fear.

and — seeing him get worked up over you is half the fun, anyway.

you carefully set the laundry basket down — which also holds an older model of his left gauntlet — before moving like you're going to run right out the front door, only to unfortunately stumble straight into him.

"oh, no!" you say again, hands flat against his chest as you sink into him. "please don't arrest me dynamight, i'll do anything."

his throat works hard, eyes jumping between your face and the front of your tiny jumpsuit, which is unzipping the more you arch your back and push against it. he rasps, "what is this?"

you pout at him before dropping straight down to your knees, twirling the string of his sweatpants around your finger as he gapes at you. "i'm a horrible, horrible villain," you explain, "and we've been playing this little cat-and-mouse game for too long! and you've been chasing after me for months and now you've caught me here in the solitude of your own home and, much to your surprise," you unzip the rest of the top for emphasis, smiling when he slumps back against the front door. "i'm a woman!"

katsuki is — still speechless, though you can see the gears turning in his head as you nuzzle against the swelling bulge in his soft sweatpants, mouthing at his tip through the thick material.

"i'll do anything, dynamight, sir." you goad, and you wait and he's not breathing, just furrowing his brows down at you. you try not to make a face at him and purposely cup him through his pants, hard.

it makes him nearly jump out of his skin. "wh-what's with—the fuckin' getup?"

you slump, leaning your cheek against his thigh to pout up at him some more. "i got it at the costume store, baby, but that's not..."

the cool, air-conditioned breeze is nipping at your exposed skin the longer you sit in front of him like this and it's chasing away all the sultry confidence you had before he came home.

it's not even like you actually think katsuki's a pervert, you just want him to be kinky without being ashamed of it, and, much as you want to fix that now, maybe you're going about this the wrong way. maybe this is something you two need to sit down and talk about. maybe there is something he's not telling you, on purpose.

he stares straight ahead, mouth open like he's waiting for his words to come out, and you watch as a bead of sweat slips from his hairline down to his jaw before hiding your face in his leg and groaning quietly; you're not mad, just a little embarrassed that you thought this is what would work on him.

"okay, okay," you say, standing back up to re-zip your suit. "i'm done, sorry for ambushing you."

his eyes snap to yours, though he's still quiet, and he eventually closes his mouth, gritting his jaw so hard that his ears wiggle once. you plant a kiss on him, quick and dry, before turning to head back to your room so you can change, pulling the cheap eye-mask over your head. the string catches against your head and snaps you once, and you mumble a quiet ow before reaching for the door knob.

very carefully, you feel katsuki's fingers dance over your waist, and he reaffirms his grip after you pause. he pushes you forward flat against the wood gently, not at all how he would to a real villain, and then he buries his face in your neck, hot breath coming quick as if he'd been running.

you try not to smile because the curve of your cheeks will give you away, and so you stay quiet, waiting. you feel him breath in hard through his nose, grunting once before speaking.

"where...d'y'think you're goin'?"

his ears are burning into your skin, but when you roll your hips back against him, he reciprocates, fingers tightening as he pins you firmly to the door.

you try again. "are you going to arrest me, dynamight?"

"uh," katsuki breathes, pulling his head back to look behind him towards his bag. "i, uh," his hesitation is so endearing that you can't help but to grin, "i've only got, um, zipties in—"

"ow!" you squeal, arching into him, though the sound makes him jump back a step. with the new space, you twist your arms around your back, grabbing your own wrists in a false bind. "please be gentle with me, sir!"

he huffs, shaky, before purposely grinding his hard length against your ass. one of his hands curls around both of your own, firm in keeping you "caught", while his other goes to grab at the fat of your hips.

his breath warms behind your ear again and he nips at your neck once. "uh...the hell're you doin' in my house?"

you're happy and so you want to laugh, but you know he'll take it the wrong way, especially as nervous as he seems. instead you struggle in his hands, hardly serious, rubbing against him until he huffs again.

"i'll never tell you!"

"well, then," his arm slips fully around your waist, resting for a moment against the doorknob before turning it. "i'll—fuckin' make you."

you gasp loudly, spinning to back into the room until your knees hit the bed, collapsing down and trapping your hands beneath yourself. "you can't do this!" you struggle some more, wiggling your hips and straining against the tight jumpsuit so it'll start to force open again. "you have to let me go!"

katsuki is clearly at a loss, stepping up to the bed as he half-shrugs, uncertain. "no."

you smile despite yourself and it turns his face beet red, but you quickly school your expression back into fake shock. "i'll scream."

what you want him to say is something along the lines of, oh yeah baby i'll make you scream, but that is — simply not him, and you think he's not breathing again, just watching the zipper of your suit as it slowly struggles. it's so cheap and poorly made, you're surprised it hasn't broken yet.

you arch up at little, finding your mask sitting on the floor by the door, and you exaggerate a moan. "my identity," you whimper, making big, sad eyes at him. "i've been discovered."

katsuki shuffles again, glancing at the floor before bending to pick up the tacky thing. you hadn't meant for him to get it for you, but he tugs at it before coming closer, kneeling on the bed so he can pull it over your head.

as if, maybe he wants you to wear it.

you feel a little zing up your spine, wrapping your legs around his waist when he adjusts the string so it's more comfortable for you. his eyes go wide, hips falling forward until he's brushing against your core by accident, leaving you both a little breathless.

whatever patience you'd had before is whisked away when you feel how turned on he is, once your underwear clings against your skin with how wet you've unknowingly become.

"i bet you've been thinking about this," you whisper, heady, as you slowly grind up against him. "tying me up, all to yourself."

a sharp exhale leaves him, though he tries to close his mouth around it, cheeks burning as he struggles to maintain eye contact with you. "i-i thought—"

you nod, encouraging him with a breathy, "uh-huh?"

"i thought i didn't know you were a chick until now."

you stop, head dropping back to the bed as you stare at him.

well. shit. you did say that.

you shake your head, sighing when one of his hands closes around your hip to keep you moving. "okay, pretend you already knew." he nods his head, a little vigorously, before pressing you into the mattress, grinding against you with purpose now. the pressure is good enough that you feel your eyes lidding, a dull throb building where you're most sensitive. "i bet you've been thinking about punishing me all by yourself, dynamight."

it makes his face and neck burn, and katsuki has to squeeze his eyes shut once before dropping his elbows to the bed and leaning just barely over your lips. "yeah," is all he says, voice wavering.

you lean up to brush your nose against his, but you don't kiss him. "and how're you gonna do that?" he angles his hips, deliberately catching your clit when he ruts against you, and it draws the first, genuine moan from your lips. you think he can tell, because he grits his teeth and does it over and over. "are you gonna fuck me or what?"

katsuki just nods, quickly sitting back up on his knees so he can pull his shirt up over his head. it reminds you of what started this mission in the first place and you take in the sight of him, muscles taut with anticipation, his adonis belt that stems into the low band of his sweats.

"i've been thinking about it, too," you say, dragging your eyes up his body slow, so that he can watch your appreciation, "because you're so big and strong and power—"

he cuts you off with a firm kiss, digging a hand into your hair so that he can slant your head. when you gasp at the tug on your scalp, katsuki swirls his tongue with yours, slow and sweet, eliciting another soft moan that has him breathing in hard through his nose.

"damn woman," he grunts, sitting back up to yank at the zipper on your suit, cheeks burning when he eyes your lazy grin. "tryin' to fuckin' kill me."

you laugh. "on the contrary, dynamight, i'm actually—" katsuki pulls you into a sitting position, tugging your suit back over your shoulders until it hits your elbows.

and then you both look at each other.

"um," you swivel on the mattress just a bit, thinking; maybe wearing a one-piece jumpsuit wasn't a great idea, when being "bound" is involved, or you should have at least waited until he got you naked. "let's just pretend—"

"yeah, yeah," katsuki nods, scratching his head as you unwind your arms quickly and slip them through the sleeves, falling back over your hands as he tugs the whole thing down your thighs. your boots are still on, but he doesn't bother with those, just ducks under the bridge of clothing until he's against you again.

you squirm in your tiny, mesh underwear, a gasp echoing out of you when he mouths at the skin below your belly button, moving lower and lower until his tongue is meeting the thin material that separates you. this — wasn't part of the plan; you were expecting him to just shove his pants down and bully his way inside of you, which was fine for this scenario, but the wet glide of his tongue has you forgetting about everything except for how hot he's making you.

your back arches as the material begins to saturate — both from you and him — and you moan, growing needy for more; his mouth on you feels amazing as always, but your underwear, the partition between you, are already starting to grate on your nerves. katsuki must know because he can read you so well, and he hooks his fingers around the thin mesh before yanking that out of his way, too.

"fuck," you gasp, hips jerking when his tongue swipes against your swollen bud, and you let out another whiny noise when he closes his lips around it. you feel — soaked, but gilded, trying to catch the breath he keeps pulling from you.

both his hands come up to stroke over your hip bones, holding you down as you tremble, pulling you close so that his nose drags against you, too. the added pressure makes you shudder and your head falls back to the mattress as his messy kiss coils something tighter and tighter in your belly.

"katsuki," you moan, wanton, and rip your hand from underneath your back to fist a handful of his hair, legs closing around his head as his tongue slips inside of you. "fuck, 'm—"

the strain against his scalp makes him groan, open-mouthed, and you try to remind yourself to take note of that, but the vibration of the sound leaves you quivering. your hips move of their own accord, bucking up against the flat of his tongue as you feel the warmth dripping down your spine, as your toes begin to curl, as your mind goes blank.

and then he's pulling away from you all too soon, surging up to plant a wet, heady kiss to your lips, to share the essence that's still sweet in his mouth. he's panting into you, one of his hands palming roughly at your breast while the other reaches back to rip one of your boots off.

you maybe shouldn't have tied them so seriously, because it takes him a few horrible moments before he can get the laces loose enough to tug off your foot, pulling the rest of the jumpsuit down one leg.

"you're," he breathes, hands going back to your hips to grip them firmly. "supposed to be tied up."

katsuki flips you onto your stomach, pulling you to the edge of the bed, on your knees so that he can run a hand up your back. gently, he toys with you; testing different pressures around your neck, tugging at your hair again, wrapping his hand back around both your own.

when you feel the thick weight of him tap against your swollen slit, you cry out softly into the mattress, wiggling your hips back with all your impatience. he runs his length against you, coating himself before teasing at your entrance, and then he hesitates again; as if he's trying to say something, you hear the open and close of his mouth several times before he just swallows, shaking his head before he begins to sink into you.

the stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head, mouth falling open silently as his strained groan fills the room. the sound is music to your ears, and you could almost laugh at how worried you were before all this — if he wasn't seating himself so deep inside of you, making you moan against the sheets.

katsuki hisses out a string of curse words, free hand going to the dip of your waist to pull you back to meet his rough and unsteady thrusts. there's almost no rhythm and he seems to lose it as soon as he finds it, and that paired with how roughly he's breathing is enough to send you over the edge.

it's like he's — desperate, too frenzied to think straight.

you try to muffle your embarrassing whine into the mattress as your thighs shake, as he continuously hits that spot inside of you that brings tears to your eyes. it doesn't deter him in the slightest, only encourages him to fuck you through your orgasm as you scramble a bit on your knees, overwhelmed by the sounds the both of you are making.

it dawns on you distantly, as you come through the haze, that he's actually enjoying this, keeping a firm grip around your hands so that you can't escape. you feel euphoric, elevated to a new high as all your nerves sing.

your throat is dry and you have to swallow several times before you can speak, stuttering, from how hard he's pounding into you. "d'you like this? fucking the—oh—villain you've caught?"

it makes him still, just for a moment, as he runs his hand up your back again, adding pressure just between your shoulder blades and groaning before returning to your hip. "i think you, hah, fuckin' like this," katsuki breathes, grip tightening to a painful degree before he slams into you again, making your toes curl. "getting f-fucked by the hero."

hearing him play along makes your stomach flip, has a drizzle of warm honey spreading up your spine, just like before, as you squirm again under his hands. you feel warm, almost numb to anything except for the weight of him behind you, the pleasure that never stops throbbing between your legs.

you squeal when he angles himself particularly deep, though the sound is nearly drowned entirely out by his groan, the low oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck he chants as his body goes taut and curls over yours. his thrusts grow shallow but never stop, as he cums so hard it almost sounds painful, and he finally takes his hand from both of yours to steady himself against the bed.

you both groan when he pulls out, katsuki falling down beside you on the mattress to catch his breath and blink slowly at the ceiling. he's so red, sweaty and worn out, and you watch him through bleary eyes for a long moment before realizing that he's purposely not looking at you.

it makes you laugh, light and lilted — which screws his face up — as you slump forward, eyes lidding as exhaustion coats you in a thin sheen.

"you're a pervert," katsuki finally mumbles, pushing his hair off his forehead before rubbing his eyes. when you laugh again, he glares at you, but doesn't move away as you shimmy closer.

"what can i say? i'm no match for big and strong dynamight—"

"cut that shit out," he groans, rolling over to bite at your cheek, bearing his weight down on you when you squeal.

"i'll never commit a crime again," you squirm when he pinches at your side, trying to hold on to your words through a fit of giggles. "your incredible hero cock has turned me—"

"you fucking—" he's quick to lean back and flip you over, cradling your face in his hands as he smashes his lips to yours — almost too eagerly.

"katsuki!" you shriek, wiggling beneath him helplessly as he tickles you. he pays you no mind, just continues trying to press kisses into your open mouth until tears are sprouting at your waterline from laughing so hard.

finally, you get reprieve as his hands slip up your body slowly, taking your wrists between his fingers so he can hold them together above your head. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes lidded and relaxed, with the ghost of a smirk on his face, and he murmurs, "it's dynamight to you, missy."

#bakugou x reader #bnha smut #lavender.reblogs!#fic recs #fic rec #hahhhhh #mmhhjmmm #this had me shaking #made me feel all warm and tingly

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raphsgrl · 2 years

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It’s my favorite time of the year

KINKTOBER 😩😩😩

i would like to thank every writer in advance for their amazing service cause no one is doing it like y’all🫡

#lavender.reblogs!#fr the smut for kinktober is always BOMB ASF

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raphsgrl · 2 years

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WHAT IS *WITH* MY *OBESSION* OVER MEN WITH RED AESTHETICS 💀

Honestly he’s all I can think about rn

Jason Todd HC’s

Warnings: mentions of food, mental health struggles, Jason doubting himself, nsfw topics, fem bodied reader, fem pronouns, oral sex(receiving), size kink.

17+ only pls

Random / nsfw:

This man is like 6’4 and you can’t tell me other wise, he is massive.

I feel like he’s got freckles, plus some on his back and he loves when you connect them like they’re apart of a constellation.

He loves horror movies/games, his favorite game franchise being resident evil, and movie being the rob zombie’s Halloween.

Size kink. There I said it.

he’s hung, like a solid 8 inches at best.

Leave marks on his back please, he loves peoples reaction when he takes his shirt off and they see the long scratch marks on his back (obviously aside from them being in awe about his scars-)

He will pick you up, and eat you out while you’re on his shoulders.

Depending on how much you talk back to him, that will dictate

How fast he goes

How many times you cum

If you cum at all that night.

His stamina is unreal, mans could go for hours.

Dating / Fluff:

His way of showing affection is acts of service and physical touch. His favorite way of touching you his coming up behind you and resting his chin on your head while rubbing circles onto your hips with his thumbs.

He. Spoils. the hell outta you. Don’t even think of telling him not to get you anything at the drive-thru because he knows your order by heart. He will literally call you up and be like “hey babe I’m at Walmart what kind of snacks do you want?”

His pet names for you are:

Babe

Sweetheart

Doll

Princess

His go to date idea would be staying in, watching horror movies, cuddled up on the couch w your favorite snacks and a make out session here and there.

But if you wanna go out for a date, he’ll take you anywhere that doesn’t involve a bunch of people in the same room at once, like going to the mall and seeing you try on cute clothing being in absolute awe of you. You’ll hear him mumble about how he’s “the luckiest man alive” “you’re so gorgeous” and “what did I ever do to deserve you”

He genuinely thinks he’s not good enough for you but seeing you lay next to him in bed and seeing how peaceful you are, seeing how easily you can relax whenever he’s around. He snaps out of whatever is making him think like that because he knows you’d tell him that “he’s the only man that could ever make you feel this safe and calm.” And you do tell him that, almost everyday.

Whenever you feel tired, or drained, he always helps you. There’s never been a time where he’s refused to bathe you when you can’t do it yourself, where he’s neglected you when you need a hug. Never. He knows how hard it can be dealing with stuff like that, and with that he knows how upsetting and discouraging it can be to be ignored. He’d never put you through that.

With that being said obviously you’re there to help him too, whenever he has nightmares about what joker has done to him, you’ve always been there to calm him down. You give him his space when he needs it, and when he comes to you with that gloomy look on his face, you drop whatever you’re doing and hug him as tight as he needs it.

Regardless of what happens, you’re both there for each other, one might say you’re soulmates. And you know what? you’ll be very excited to see the ring he got you. 🫢

#jason todd #redhood x reader #lavender.reblogs!#jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd smut

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raphsgrl · 2 years

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I am in LOVE with your jason todd writing. You just write him so well 🥲

i have scoured the internet for thigh riding jason (because ya know hes KING of thunder thighs) and couldnt find a single one 😔

just thinking thots ab this mans meaty thighs and riding one

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Thigh Riding - Praise!Kink - Swearing - Dirty Talk. Notes - No thoughts, just Jason Todd and his thick ass thighs. I’ve been wanting to write thigh riding for a while now so thanks my darling anon!! I hope you enjoy 😉

You’ve got that look in your eye again.

That one you get just before you say something that takes him to pieces–a teasing glint that flashes white hot at your pupil and spreads out like goddamn wildfire. You get a faint quirk at the edges of your mouth, a slight tug of a smirk on your lips and the sight of you, glittering and halfway to electric never fails to make his stomach drop straight through to his feet.

You’re leaning against the kitchen counter, watching attentively as he gears up for patrol. That no good look still flashes in your eye, but you manage to do a decent job of keeping it off your face–if Jason didn’t know you as well as he did, he wouldn’t know you’re about to suggest something obscene, something outlandish.

“Jason,” You almost purr, making him pause, fingers hovering over the clips to his weapons holsters. Looking up, he catches your gaze across the kitchen and swallows thickly when you hold his stare–refusing to let it go until you’ve said what you want to. “My pretty boy–”

He can’t help it, his brain short-circuits at the praise, stutters and freezes in place.

You push off the counter with an amused huff, wicked mouth twitching into a threatening grin. There's a firm confidence to the way you walk, a predator stalking prey. He knows he looks like an idiot, a deer caught in blinding headlights, but he can’t deny that you look powerful–goddamn fucking beautiful.

He thinks he might catch fire when you touch him, press your palm to his heaving, armour covered chest and shove.

You don’t stop there, you keep going, force him to backpedal until the backs of his legs nudge the sofa. You smile, smoothing your palm from his broad chest upwards, sweep your nimble fingers over the thick, fluttering vein in his neck to settle heavy along his jawline.

“Jay,” You say again, leaning in close enough to ghost your lips over his chin. “Lemme ride your thigh.”

His breath hitches in his throat.

His cock jumps.

“Sweetheart,” He tries, struggling to speak past the lump in his throat. “Baby, please. I’ve got patrol, I don’t have time.”

Your hands press insistently into his shoulders, holding him down. Jason knows he could overpower you, already has three ways planned out on how to have you flat on your back in a few blinding seconds. It wouldn’t take much. He thinks of flexing his hips and throwing you off, having you spread out underneath him, legs parted so he can slot between them and ruin you.

Jason can be patient. Can bide his time. Wait for you to have your fun and enjoy the intoxicating thrill of being in control before it takes it away again.

But he can’t quite ignore the way he fattens up in his boxers, blood rushing to his cock and making it twitch, ache, fucking throb at the sight of you.

“But Jay, your thighs are so thick. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” You drag the length of your pussy over his leg. He feels the heat coming off you through his tactical pants and he wants to moan. “You’re not going to deny me this, are you? I can see how hard you are.”

“Fucking shit!” Jason croaks, throwing his head back. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?”

He wants to jerk off, wants to wrap his fist around his cock and pump it hard and fast until he empties his heavy, aching balls. He wants to wrestle you off his leg and bury himself in your slink cunt, maybe teach you a damn good lesson in the process.

Pressing your hips down you rock yourself over the hard muscle and reward him with a sweet little gasp as your clit catches on the fabric. It makes him feel dizzy, almost like he’s waking up with a concussion minus the blinding pain. Grabbing you by the hips he guides you over his thigh, flexing it just right as you pass over it, dragging another quiet sound from your mouth.

“D’that again.” You whimper, fingers tightening over his broad shoulders.

Jason watches as your composure shakes–dissolves right before his eyes. Something dark fights itself awake in his gut, blinks its eyes open and starts cataloguing all the ways to recover control, slip it from your clever fingers and choke you with it.

“Do what again?” Jason grins, looking up at you and cocking his head slightly. “This?”

Flexing his thigh as you drag your wet little clit over it your breath stutters, pupils blowing out with a violent wave of lust. Jason adores that look on your face, halfway to unhinged, neck deep in desperation. He loves it even more because he put it there.

“Y-yes.” You stutter, eyes rolling back into your skull.

Settling into an easy rhythm of back and forth you make sure to catch your swollen, sticky pussy on every dip and groove of his thigh. Jason tightens his grip on your waist, forcing you to rock against him harder, faster.

“Can’t believe you’re making me late for this.” Jason mutters, pressing his mouth along your jaw. “Makin’ me late because you want to rub your greedy pussy on my thigh.”

He listens to your heart skip, memorises the frantic beat so he can replay it later when you’re worn out and sleeping. Pressing wet kisses along the hinge of your jaw he smooths his hands around your back, sweeps the pads of his fingers over your spine.

“But Jay, please.” You whine, breathless, “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, been thinking of riding your thigh for months. They’re so fuckin’ thick.”

Jason huffs into the crook of your neck, thrusting his thigh against your cunt, “Is that so?”

“Mmhm. S’not fair having to watch you strap on those holsters, it makes ‘em look so good. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bite them–” Your words taper off into a moan, mouth parted as Jason drags his teeth over your pulse point.

“Y’should have said something sooner, sweetheart. Could’a had you cumming over ‘em like a whore before now.”

He feels your steady motions falter, posture changing ever so slightly to allow you to focus on grinding your twitching little clit against his thigh. Jason knows you’re getting close, can sense your incoming orgasm almost as well as he can sense his own. Moaning desperately your legs shake, eyelids fluttering shut as you drag yourself up to the very edge.

“Fuckin’ christ, are you gonna come?” Jason asks, already knowing the answer. “Really? From this? From rubbing yourself on my thigh?”

“Uh–shit. Yes, m’gonna come.” You whine, twisting your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Jay–fuck–I’m so close.”

He feels you trembling, throat working hard as you swallow and pant out whimpering whines of his name. He knows you’re a hair-trigger away from exploding, from gushing over his thigh and drenching his tactical pants. Jason knows he’ll need to change before leaving. He can’t go out with your come smeared across his thigh.

“Oh baby,” He coos against your throat, “Come for me. Be a good girl, soak my thigh.”

A silent shudder works through your body, starts at your legs and bleeds through to your fingers. Your voice shakes and cracks as you come, pussy contracting wildly against Jason's leg. Sucking a dark mark over your fluttering pulse Jason guides you through your climax, keeping the pressure on your pretty pussy until it stops twitching.

You move to pull away and swing yourself off his thigh. He knows you’re doing it to let him leave, but he’s not quite ready to let you go, still wants to prove that he’s the one in control of the situation. So Jason grabs your hips, keeps you pinned.

“I think you’ve got another in you.” He smiles, all dangerous and threatening at the edges. “M’not letting you move your wet cunt until you come again sweetheart, I’ve decided I quite like having you grinding yourself on my thigh, it’s a very pretty view.”

Your eyes widen and he sees it then, that quick flash of ‘oh fuck’ over your face. You’ve been wanting to ride his thigh for months, and Jason can’t be blamed for wanting to make up for lost time.

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AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE DAMNIT

STRONG - bakugou katsuki

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

SYPNOSIS: you realising how strong your pro hero boyfriend is

CONTENTS: pro hero!bakugou x gen!reader, fluff, size difference, established relationship

AUTHOR’S NOTE: yeah m posting after half a million years, so what? i havent proof read it but i hope you enjoy

thinking about katsuki getting so so big in his prime, like he can probably shield three or four people from his back alone. and you know it, you can see it but you still couldn’t wrap your head around the strength of the muscle tower of a boyfriend of yours.

that is until one day when you stand outside of his agency watching him saying something to the receptionist and nodding as a greeting before making his way to the huge glass doors to get outside. you jump a lil on your toes as you feel excitement and pure joy rushing in your whole body knowing from this moment till the next sunrise him and his attention is all yours. you can’t help but grin widely, your body aches to jump in his arms, to wrap your arms around his neck and to fill his ear from praises of how well he did today no matter what- until his head and body starts feeling light as if he’s floating on soft clouds you built from your soft praises.

and so you do just that. as soon as he is out of those ridiculously large glass doors you’re sprinting towards him, he spots you instantly like he always does, as if there’s a detector of your presence fit inside his head.

he takes two steps forward with his arms wide open and so so inviting for his and only his baby, and he may or may not have let a chuckle rumble out of his chest despite being out in public and right out of his agency at that. and if you will ask him, he won’t shy away from telling you that’s what you do to him, that it’s how his soul lets himself loose before his mind catches up to him.

you make him lose his mind.

and when you finally leap into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, feet dangling above the ground cause he’s just so tall, head going right in the crook of his neck, his muscles toned and you feel him everywhere around you, as if all there is in your lil world is him.

you feel him before you hear him.

“hi baby, how are ya doin’?” he asks in his deep voice, as his one hand comes up to brush away the hair strands that had fallen forward in your face while his other is wrapped securely around your waist. and you’re looking at him with the same lovesick eyes from years ago when you had fallen for him and he’s looking at you with equally sweet eyes that will make anyone from around you guys question if this is the same dynamight whose one look is enough to make anyone rip their own heart out in terror before he does it from his own hands.

he waits for your reply just to watch with a brow raised when your mouth opens and closes itself and your eyes start roaming around his broad chest as you press both your palms against it. with your eyes still stuck staring at his chest you tap two fingers twice against him and as if he’s trained, he sets you on the ground carefully still holding onto your waist.

“you okay babe?” he asks once again, brows slightly furrowed as he tries to make out what might have left you speechless like this.

and then oh he gets it.

he gets it when you lick your bottom lip and try to push him back with both your palms laying flat on his chest, you try to make him move, to make him budge from his spot just for him to stand there still and towering over you.

“…wow” you whisper out breathlessly. he smirks before inquiring, “whatcha doin’ sweetheart? you want me to let you go hm?” and he knows, he knows what you’re doing and how you want anything but for him to let you go but he wants to hear it from you.

“no no suki, don’t want you to let go. it’s just..” you take a step forward and hold his arm that is encircled around your waist so he holds you to himself closer, “you’re so so strong suki- i mean i knew you were! but how did you not move an inch when i threw myself on you?” you ramble out

and now he’s smirking all wide showing his sharp canines, “you think im strong baby?”

and it’s like a silent request for you to tell him more, to praise him more. you hum as you look up at him, “i do baby. you’re so strong and i love it so much” you tell him with your whole chest leaving no room for doubt and you watch how his eyes light up and feel how his chest puffs under your palm. if it wasn’t for his brain to still have somewhat of control he would have beamed at you all wide. sure he has been told that a lot of times, hell he hears it after saving lives everyday.

but it’s different when it’s you telling him that.

you start trailing your palms up and down his chest before pushing once again and he grabs both your palms in one hand chuckling, “what? are ya plannin’ to keep tryin’ to make me budge?”

“i mean if you’ll let me..” you trail off and watch as a smirk spreads across his annoyingly attractive face “try your best princess” he mumbles with a low voice, raising his brows in a challenging manner.

the next few minutes you spent trying to move him with all your body weight, leaning on his left arm and then right arm. trying to shove him forward from behind, so on and so forth. all while he’s either chuckling to himself or grinning.

and when you finally get tired he watches you with a little smile as you try to catch your breath

“think i felt myself move a cm if that coun-” a light smack on his peck from you is enough to shut him up and he tries really hard to keep his laugh in as you send him a glare. “‘suki, i am tiredd” you whine out slightly pouting at your defeat

katsuki leans down before he takes your face in both of his palms, fingertips gently swiping along the apples of your cheeks and then he presses a really sweet kiss on your lips, you kiss him back immediately and a chuckle rumbles out from his chest. he pulls back and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal

“i get it you’re really strong suki” you groan out, acting annoyed but he grins all wide knowing better when he feels you touch his back muscles even when you’re upside down.

the next day the internet and both of your social handles break with “pro hero dynamight seen grinning wholeheartedly for the first time” and it’s pictures of you trying all the tricks you can master in your head to make him move while he stands there grinning, eyes crinkled at the corner, teeth on display and everything plus of you thrown over his shoulder as he walks with his chest puff and grinning so bright as if he had just won the battle of his life. and in a way he believes he did cause he has you.

you find him on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling through one of these articles and for the first time you see katsuki going through an article about him without scowling and your heart spreads love, all warm, throughout your body when the same grin from the picture spreads across his face once again as he stares at your pics surfacing the internet.

if you like it, reblog it or you’re a pussy /j

#bnha #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x you #lavender.reblogs!

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raphsgrl · 2 years

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I’m so sorry for being inactive everyone.

I want to write but I’m like…. Idk ran out of writing juice or something-

#lavender.rambles

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raphsgrl · 2 years

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I’m BLUSHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

I LOVE SEEING THE POVS OF THE OTHER CHARACTER TO SEE WHAT THEY THINK OF THE READER YK (it’s definitely one of my favs)

Sweet Sweet Fantasy (PT. 2)

WARNING: A bit smutty, don’t like don’t read

Ship: TMNT Boys (Bayverse) x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: This is the first time the boys have sexy fantasies of crush/(S/O)

(PT. 1)

Keep reading

#TMNT #lavender.reblogs!#tmnt bayverse #AR ARF BARKBARK

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raphsgrl · 2 years

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why is my back ARCHING-

Fr though this is so hot and GRRRR I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

The part where he’s like “I’m hardwired to give chase” it felt like the WIND got knocked out of me I AM OBSESSED WITH THAT FOR SOME REASON

Can you do another mating season with Leonardo X F reader

Per our messages: Where it's mating season and the reader doesn't see 'it' coming?

😈😈😈😈

Yours to Take

Leo x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Leonardo was an ideal mix of stern leader and silly goofball. You loved that he was so serious about his duties but could cut loose with you and make you laugh. He was the perfect boyfriend. Dependable, attentive, kind and oh so handsome.

So…who the hell was this shoving you against the wall of the sewer tunnel, his hot breath moistening the back of your neck? Whose snout was breathing your scent into his lungs and expelling growls of desire? Levelheaded Leo would never be so forward. You had just ventured into the realm of physical intimacy as a couple and your first time together was sweet and soft. The kind of lovemaking you would expect from a gentleman such as Leo. That's what you liked. That's what you wanted. Wasn't it?

The next moan to echo against the thick concrete walls was long and needy...and it was yours.

"Leo!" you gasped as his teeth raked over the throbbing pulse in your neck.

He pressed his hips harder against you and his erection nestled in your legging-covered ass. A gush of liquid lust dampened your panties, and he groaned as if he knew. You had to swallow hard at the desperate sounds coming from him.

Leo panted beside your ear, grinding his thickness harder between your cheeks as best he could, "M-mate...need...god I need you!"

"What?"

Your question went unanswered as he suddenly ripped you from the wall and lifted you into his strong arms. You closed your eyes tight and held on as he raced back to the lair and didn't slow until he reached his bedroom and locked the door behind him. You stumbled across the room and turned to finally get a good look at your terrapin beau.

Leo's eyes were dilated, and his breathing was ragged. He sniffed at the air much like an animal scenting the wind. And that's when it hit you. He was very much behaving like an animal...in rut. Oh shit.

“Leo?” you whimpered, embarrassed by how desperate your voice sounded. “Leo, do you, um…is this…god…are you in heat?!”

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to get himself under control. When he opened them again, there was a tinge of embarrassment in his expression. His fists clenched and unclenched over and over as he looked anywhere but at you.

Finally, he spoke, “Y/n, I-uh-I’m so sorry about this. My behavior is inexcusable. I’m going to try to stay right here so you can leave. Don’t come back for about a week, even if I call and beg,” he winced at that, “and for the love of pizza, do not run. I’m hardwired to give chase.”

You stared at him for a long moment fiddling with the hem of your shirt. If you left now, he would be okay, right?

“What do you usually do when this time comes around?” you whispered.

Leo looked pained. He gestured loosely with his hand but the implication was clear: he jerked himself off.

“Does it help?” you asked, curious. Apparently, you couldn’t just take the opening he gave you to leave. But did you really want to? What would it be like to have the wilder, rawer side of Leonardo between your legs?

His laugh was forced and on the edge of hysterical as he struggled visibly to control himself against his urges.

“Does it help? Does it help?!” he repeated, incredulous. “Like trying to quench a wildfire with a bottle of water.”

He looked at you then, maddening lust darkening his brilliant blue eyes, and gave you one last plea, “Go now.”

But your mind, you realized, had been made up the moment he said he needed you. He didn’t know it yet, but you loved him, truly loved him. And by god, you would do whatever he needed you to do. You shook your head and started stripping swiftly. One rumbled churr was all the warning you got, then you were naked and beneath him on his bed. You weren’t sure how he managed to shuck his own apparel so fast but there was no time to think about it further, not when his mouth was sealed over yours and he was kissing you like his life depended on it. Perhaps his sanity did. Coherent thought left you as your senses came alive under his skillful hands. Mmm, he smelled so good. Why did he smell so good? You wanted to drink him in. When you tore your mouth from his to gulp for air, he moved to your collarbone to nip and lick at your tender flesh.

“Leo,” you sighed, cradling the back of his head as he traveled down to lavish attention on your breasts.

A deep churr vibrated against your lower abdomen as he settled over you. He sucked in a mouthful of boob, rubbing his tongue roughly against the hard pebbled nipple. You ran your heels languidly up and down the backs of his thighs as you savored the pull of his lips and the heat it generated below. All too soon, he was on the move again. Kisses trailed down your belly and tickled your hipbones, until finally he paused, hovering over your damp core. You bit your lip, watching and waiting, feeling more liquid leak down to your crack as he stared so intensely. Then his brilliant blue eyes lifted to yours and your breath caught.

“I’m going to fucking devour you,” he whispered, simply.

You had to bite your fist to keep from moaning too loud as he dove in with ferocious intensity. You were sure that he was writing out a poem in Japanese with his tongue and you were grateful to be his parchment. Every swipe, every flick of his tongue was efficient and effective with flawless accuracy. It was too much and yet not enough as you climbed closer to ecstasy. His strong arms held your body immobile as you tried to buck and roll your hips. Even in this state of mind, Leonardo was in complete control.

When he worked a finger inside you and curled it just so, you came with a shout of his name. He latched onto your clit and suckled gently as you rode out your release. Turning his head, he pressed a press to your inner thigh, then pulled his finger clear of your pussy and popped it in his mouth. His eyes closed as he sucked your juices from the digit, savoring your taste. Then he sat up and looked over your flushed body with a sinful smile.

Leo licked his lips and murmured, “I’m glad you stayed, but you really don’t know what you’ve just agreed to.”

“Marathon sex?�� you giggled.

He wrapped his hand around his bobbing cock and gave it a firm jerk. A bit of precum spilled over and he smeared it around the tip. He rolled you over and you happily raised your ass in the air, head and shoulders low in anticipation. Leo lined himself up behind you and shoved his cock to the hilt, holding there for a moment with fingers tight on your hips.

“Marathon doesn’t begin to cover it, love. You’re gonna need to call into work this week and probably a few days after. I don’t know if you’ll be able to walk,” he explained. Then he leaned over your back and whispered in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you nearly nonstop for hours.”

Then he pulled nearly out, slamming back home with enough force to scoot you forward a few inches across the mattress. Thinking quickly, you pressed your hands to the headboard and braced yourself. His thrusts were jarring but effective on the heels of your first orgasm of the night. He was striking every nerve ending as he sank deliciously deep. The room was filled with the steady slap of skin on skin, his constant churring and your breathless moans. As his pace picked up and he rocked you hard enough to damn near raise your haunches off the bed, you felt that familiar tingle begin anew.

“Leo!” you groaned. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum again!”

Leo grunted, slipped an arm under your right leg and lifted it, opening you wider for his assault.

“Me too!” he gasped, hips stuttering.

Then suddenly, you felt the heat of his release filling you up. He strained and pushed his cock as deep as he could.

“You okay?” he asked in a strained voice.

You were a little frustrated that you hadn’t cum yet but since he did technically give you one beforehand, you figured it was fair so you nodded. But then, you realized he was still lodged within your walls and hard as stone. Leo pressed several kisses across your upper back and shoulders, and then he began to thrust again. Your combined fluids made you even slicker and he held your hips flush to his groin, bucking up fast and sure. Your orgasm rose back to the surface rapidly and sounds emanated from your throat that you didn’t even know you could make.

“Didn’t really think we were done yet, did you? I warned you it was nonstop,” he muttered, apologetically. “Let’s see how many times you can cum on my cock tonight, shall we?”

As your walls tightened and legs shook from the force of another beautiful release, you began to babble about how good he was to you and how much you loved him. Leo reached down and circled your clit through it all, pressing his cheek to your sweaty back.

“I love you, too,” he burst out, nuzzling your skin. “My mate. Mine.”

You could only agree, sobbing from the intensity of your pleasure.

“Yours. God, I’m all yours!”

His cock continued to plunge in and out as cum slid down your thighs. He knew there was no going back after this mating season. You were bound together now and he would never let you go. Not that he needed to worry.

It was exactly where you wanted to be.

💙

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