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mating press is so objectively ugly ... embarrassing

#katsuki #bnha rec

[legoshi-plz]

when men teach you how to do something as they stand behind you, it means they want to fuck.

miya osamu wants to make you his.

it’s oh so notable as he stands behind you in onigiri miya — his arms wrapped around you to show you how to mold the rice, his words rough around the edges in your ear.

“yeah, like that — good girl.”

maybe you want to fuck him, too.

#osamu #hq rec

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18+ content. minors, ageless, and blank blogs that interact with this will be blocked. i always check.

warnings: fem!reader, unprotected sex

“I like this view.”

Atsumu props his arms behind his head, and the way his biceps flex makes your jaw itch with the urge to bite. 

“You could help, you know.”

Sat pretty on his lap, your hands are splayed on the expanse of his chest, forcing your tits to smush together as you roll your hips as best you can. The head of his cock hits a spot that makes you shiver, and your voice goes a touch softer, quietly begging, “Please, help.”

“Mm, thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll stay put.” He muses, grinning slyly up at you.

Once it’s obvious he won’t be moving, your skirt a pair of fingers down to toy with your clit. Slick coats them when you start rubbing on it how you like, pussy clenching around him once, making his eyes dart down to between the both you, tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

You roll your eyes at him, biting back a smirk, muttering affectionately under your breath, “Fuckin’ pillow princess.”

“Hey! I deserve to be pampered once in a while, yer always takin’ it from me-” You shove the fingers that were on your clit into his mouth, and he chokes on the end of his sentence before he starts wiggling his tongue against the pads of them, giving himself a proper taste.

His eyes roll back into his head, and he speaks around your fingers even though you put them there to shut him up, “Case ‘ike or puthy.”

You giggle at him, still talking, like always. You retract your hand and ignore the string of saliva that follows, his drool making your skin glisten, “Hm?” You prompt.

“Tastes like yer pussy, shit, gimme more, please.” He swipes a hand from behind his head to start pawing at yours, bringing it closer to his mouth by your wrist, sucking your fingers back into his mouth desperately.

They’re nearly hitting the back of his throat when he starts fucking his hips up into you, taking you by surprise and making you gasp, but instinctively meeting him halfway by pushing your ass down. He uses both hands to grip each cheek, and finally, mercifully, he gives you what you want and fucks you how you asked. He could never say no to you for long.

It gets messy, his pounding, and there’s no preamble to his orgasm besides a few broken groans. His strokes stutter, and he cums in you, fingers burrowing into the fat of your ass, pulling your hips down to his own.

You only sit there, and let yourself feel it, pussy clenching around him involuntarily, growing desperate to cum along with him, the want sitting hot under your skin, scorching like you were thrown headfirst into fire. He composes himself and pushes you off with a whine, tossing you onto your back on the bed next to him and climbing over your body like an awoken beast, suddenly hungry in a way he wasn’t before.

Brown eyes roam over your skin, gaze heated, one big hand heavily palming it’s way from your throat all the way down your front, leaving goosebumps in its wake, not stopping until he’s cupping your pussy with it.

He smirks down at you when you keen for him, “Sorry, darlin’. I’ll put ma mouth to better use now.”

#atsumu #hq rec

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osamu to me is a casual manhandler. often likes to throw his arm around your shoulder and if ever someone calls his name, you’re swinging around with him.

he taps your hip if you’re in his way and if you take a second too long to react, he’s bumping you to the side. he’ll scrape off eye boogers (and learn how to do it more gently in the future) and situate you on the couch if he can’t get comfortable.

like you’re just an extension of his body. what’s yours is his and vice versa.

#osamu #hq rec

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Megumi refuses to have sex when your friends are staying over because it's been a while and he knows he'll fuck you too hard until the bed starts smacking against the wall and he knows you'll whimper and moan even through your desperate promises that you'll be quiet. He knows you won't be able to hold it back and he won't have the power to stop you. He won't be able to cover your mouth to silence those noises because they're so hot he needs to hear them. He'll need to hear every moan while he ruts into you and he certainly won't be able to slow down. It's going to be one of those messy and aggressive fucks that he has no control over.

So despite your whining that you need him, he tells you not tonight princess and starts fingering you instead.

He gets down under the covers and pushes them aside to get between your legs and he lays there till you stop begging for his cock and start thanking him instead... for his fingers, his mouth, his lips, his tongue... until you spiral into a deep orgasm and soak the sheets with cum trickling down his chin.

And in the morning he impatiently waits for your friends to leave with the thick rod of his boner tucked in the waistband of his joggers. He sits there silently and rigidly, every muscle in his body tuned towards you, stepping around in that little nightie that's too good for their eyes. So much of your skin is on show and he just wants to cover you with his own body so they can't see.

But when his patience is nearly worn thin and they finally leave he rips the nightie off you and fucks you in the kitchen. He bends you over every surface till his thighs ache then grabs you in his arms and fucks you back to bed. His heavy and full balls slap you till he creams and groans and nearly breaks the bed with the force of his thrusting.

And he promises you're not taking a day off fucking again and your friends aren't allowed back. You're not sure if they'll ever want to come back with the way he was glaring, but you know he'll come round to it if you ask him nicely. He always does.

#megumi #jjk rec

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To all 12 of the ppl still here, I know straight up abandoned all Beastars stuff but I’m learning to be a more committal person so even though I have no interest in that fandom anymore, I will be finished that Louis story I started and tie up any loose ends. I’m going to reread it and take notes this week, start writing it this weekend and try to have the story wrapped up by the end of the month! ❤️

#I work full time and I’m in grad school so hopefully neither of those will get hectic before January ends

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the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

#katsuki #bnha rec

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18+ MDNI / bakugo x reader

Katsuki thinks youre soft. Your hands compared to his are flawless and smooth, despite being a hero and had trained along side him since UA. He thinks your cheeks are soft when he pinches it because you puff and pout at his teasing everytime. How could you be so damn cute?!

He loves it when you hug, can really tell the difference between your bodies. His all hard and muscular, yours all comfy and squishy. When he's feeling a bit more frisky, he grabs and squeezes whatever his hands could hold. Your hips, your tummy, your thighs, your ass, tits even (this one he does only when its you two alone)

He thinks your soft when he's got his nose and tongue buried between the lips of your pussy. His tongue lapping up your hole then shoving it in, and his eyes roll back because he feels and tastes your softness. He digs his nose into your clit harder and you moan loud.

"Pwah, how are you so damn soft and sexy?" He says after giving a long suck on your outer labia to bite at your inner thighs. You mewl at his words and he squeezes your ass in his palms, adjusting you before sucking and kissing alternately between your pussy lips and clit. When he hears your moans get louder as he laps you up, he stops and you whine.

Katsuki pulls you to sit on his lap, then he sets you down onto his cock. He groans feeling your soft, warm fluttering hole, he thinks he could cum just from being buried in you. But he restrains himself and distracts himself momentarily by hugging you tighter to him, groping your ass and kissing the fat of your tits.

Then he starts thrusting into you, and you grind your hips to meet his. Katsuki thinks he's in heaven, thinks he could die like this. The room is filled with nothing but wet skin slapping against each other mixing with the sound of your breathy pants harmonizing with his needy moans.

"Fuck, baby please, you feel so good." He moans before kissing you sloppily. Then you start bouncing on his cock faster, and you both moan louder. "Katsuki, m'gonna cum! gonna cum!" you say and repeat his name again and again. he grabs your ass with both his hands to help slam your hips down onto his cock.

"Katsuki, cum with me! Oh, fuck!" you scream,

"Yes, baby, come on. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Need to feel you squeeze around me" Katsuki moans, and he holds your hips in place and starts thrusting his hips up into you faster and harder.

You grip Katsuki's hair tightly, eyes rolling back from too much pleasure. Then you both cum hard. Katsuki pulling you so close to his body, buries his head into your neck and moans. He grinds up into you slowly to ride out both of your orgasms, and he groans as his cock twitches at the feeling of your soft shaking thighs tightening around his hips.

When he feels your plush body slump against him, he can feel himself bricking up again and he thinks he could go another round.

#katsuki #bnha rec

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“Yuuji.”

But he doesn’t falter, the forceful pound pound pound from behind shocking your system with every thrust. Instead, he grabs tighter onto your plush hips, and starts to stroke down rather than just in, compensating for the way you’ve ruined his angle by melting in his hands.

“Keep your legs up, c’mon.” He scolds, breathless, but not really annoyed.

“I have to pee!” You squeal, teetering on the edge of incoherency, while every lick of his balls to your clit goes straight to your belly.

“I don’t care.” He says quickly, thoughtlessly, and the next pound feels like punishment.

“That’s, ungh, Yuuji-” Your voice muffles when you turn into the disheveled sheets, his strokes reflexively straightening your spine, “Rude!”

“No, I mean,” One big hand comes around your front, roughly squeezing the fat of your tit, and it feels a lot like reassurance when he hoarsely growls, “I don’t care.”

He’s nasty in the way that matters most.

#yuji #jjk rec

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Best friends older brother Choso finding you in the kitchen getting a glass of water in the middle of the night in nothing but your underwear and his oversized knit sweater you thought you stole from Yuuji (bc what younger sibling doesn’t take the eldest’s clothes) to sleep in. Staying the night because it was ‘already so late’ and that they’ll give you a ride to uni in the morning.

Catching you standing on your tiptoes to reach a glass cup in the cupboard stored too tall this time around and he gets a nice view of the cheeky pair you wear and his throat goes dry.

Already feeling like a fuckin creep for how he feels about you, the lewd thoughts he lets pass because he knows it’s natural at the very least. Your his little brothers best friend, basically family at this point with how often you visit and spend time with Yuuji. Never gone so far as to needing to lock himself away in the guest bathroom to stroke his hard cock to the scene that plays in his minds eye.

Of him being the kind man you know him as and reaching the cup for you. Fingers brushing over yours, pelvis pressing you into the rounded edge of the counter top while one hand grips firmly at your hip. Thinks of how maybe you’ll make that cute little gasp that always happens when you’re startled or surprised the moment you feel him against you.

Will you look up at him with those pleading eyes that every man in this house is weak to? So willing to give you everything you want even if you don’t really ask for it? Would you want him the way he wants you? Long lashes fluttering closed when Choso uses the hand at your hip to grind the fat of your ass against his rigid length.

He thinks of how maybe you’ll lean forward until your forearms rest against the countertop, standing on your tiptoes again so he could feel more of you through his baggy joggers and the thin cotton covering your warm slit.

Fuck it’s gotta be tighter than the grip of his fist right now. He’d want to go slower than the quick and frenzied pace he has now, the one that causes the rest of his body to warm and a light sheen of sweat to collect on the nap of his neck and temple. Biting his lip hard to keep from groaning and altering you to his presence in the bathroom.

Imagining your sweet calls of his name, breathy sighs laced with pleasure. You’d sound so cute he knows it, you already sound so sinful when you say his name in innocent situations.

“Choso Choso Choso” fuck you’d probably pitch when he’d rut his hips to nudge at your clit after pushing the band of his sleepwear down and your panties to the side. Slick clicking because he knows he can make you feel good, he already takes care of you as much as he can. Or fuck if you let him slip inside and feel that divine heat like he imagines now. Fevered ruts nearly lifting you off your feet because he’ll have to angle himself to take you comfortably. He’s sick from the thought of a sweet keen of “chos-oh” at the feel of him. What he can do for you.

So close, almost there. Just a little more.

Before you knock at the door, and you sound just as innocent as you always do. As the fantasy that plays in his head does before it shatters but still he pumps his cock in his fist, “Choso? That you? Everything okay?”

Fuck, no? Everything’s not okay because you’re so close. Just outside the door, within arms reach, and his sacs already tightening with the need to cum. He’s almost there he can’t fucking stop now even with you standing outside.

“Yeah,” it’s a husk through grit teeth, panting breath and he’s almost there. Close close close fuck.

“Are you sure? You sound like you’re sick..” You’re so sweet, do you know that? So caring always, he knows it. His younger brother keeps good people. A talent for it obviously when he found you, when he brought you to him. The way you smile, the way you shine, everything. He’s euphoric, he’s painting his tight fist in pearly ropes with a relieved sigh to the thought of you.

Head lolling back against the door behind him as his hips stutter through the pleasure Choso knows pales in comparison to what you could offer. But it’s relief for now.

Collecting himself to tuck away his spent cock and open the faucet for the sound of running water to fill the space and hopefully put you at ease.

“Yeah, I’m alright, just fine,” he’d say perfect but that’d only be if he could be with you

#choso #jjk rec

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Inuzuka Kiba x Fem!Reader | Word count: 0.5k

Content warnings: p -> v sex, creampie, mean!kiba, degradation, pain kink, kitchen sex

"Did you need something?"

Kiba grunts into your shoulder, nuzzling his nose deeper into your nape. "Whatcha makin'?" His hands trail under your shirt, thick fingers digging into your sides. You pretend you don't notice the outline of his cock pressed against your lower back. He pretends he can't smell the heat radiating between your clenched thighs.

"Soup," you say, focusing on keeping your breathing even when one of his hands kneads your chest, the other thumbing the band of your shorts. "Is that okay with you, sir?" The honorific is supposed to be a jest, the both of you know it. But with the way you whine breathlessly after the word, and your hips buck back into him, it's hard to keep up your facade.

"Don't want it," he murmurs, teeth nipping at your lobe, tongue lapping at your neck. Kiba's next movements are so quick, you don't know what's happening until your face is pressed into the cool marble of the counter and you register the click the oven makes when the burner is turned off. "Want this," he says, pulling your too short shorts higher up your back. The strain of the fabric rubbing deliciously over your clit.

"Gonna let me have her, huh?" his words are breathless, hips grinding into your clothed ass.

"Please," you whimper, and that's all it takes.

Kiba pulls his sweats to rest just under his balls, let's your shorts rest just under your ass.

There's a moment where the tension is so thick you can taste it, and then he's sheathing himself inside you with one harsh thrust. The feeling of your unprepared hole stretching around his thickness has you crying out.

"Kiba!" you wail, eyes rolling back when he doesn't hesitate to set a rough pace, "H-hurts," you whimper. Kiba laughs, watching the way your legs strain while you push yourself onto your toes so his cock can fuck into you better, harder, deeper. "Yeah?" he growls, "Bet it does. Cock's so big it stretches out this sloppy pussy no matter how many times I fuck her open."

You arch deeper into him, fucking yourself back onto his cock, whimpers of his name falling freely from your lips. “You like it when it hurts though, don't you?" Kiba's whispering into your ear now, one hand gripping the hair at the nape of your neck, arching your back into him. It's hard to talk when he moves his free hand to fuck his fingers into your mouth, gargled moans falling from your lips when he starts matching them to the pace of his hips.

"Cum on my cock," he demands, the hand in your hair pushing you down harshly into the counter, "cum." The fingers are removed from your mouth, running sloppy circles over your clit, "Kiba," you whimper, cunt clenching down on him, your release spraying across his abdomen as he keeps his pace.

"Yeah," he moans, teeth gnashing against your shoulder, neck, back— then he's moaning your name, slamming his hips into you one, two, three more times. "Shit—  take it, take it, take it," he moans, the feeling of his hot seed leaves you keening for more, drool slipping freely from your lips.

Kiba's grip loosens, hands turn softer— gentle.

"Pretty girl," he murmurs into your skin, soothing kisses pressed into his bites, "so good for me." Groans of disappointment fall from both of your lips when he pulls out, his large arm supporting your shaky legs.

"Take out?" he asks.

"Take out."

#god this is so hot omg #kiba #naruto rec

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@moonbuuns enabled me. blame bunny

the thick arm that shoots out to stop your ascent up the stairs nearly winds you. not necessarily out of character, but weird nonetheless.

“baby?” you search his face for an answer and find nothing—katsuki hovers in front of you almost completely devoid of any expression, which is out of character. his eyebrows furrow, almost like he’s confused. it would almost be comical if it wasn’t so strange.

“why do you smell like that?”

you scrunch your face at him. “smell like what?”

“like,” sniff, “that.”

you scoff, moving to shove past him. “you really know how to charm ‘em, Kat—”

you don’t even make it the full step before you’re pinned flat to the nearest wall. Katsuki’s on you like a second skin, nosing where your blood pumps wildly through your jugular.

“Katsuki—what the fuck are you doing—”

“y’r drivin’ me fuckin’ insane—” his voice is strained from behind you and comes out in a pant against your bare shoulder—and just when did he unbutton your work shirt— “y’smell so fuckin’ good—”

your laugh comes out a little breathless when the muscular thigh he has slotted slotted between your own gets closer, moves up a little bit. “i shouldn’t, i went to the gym over lunch—”

the man behind you lets out a groan that you feel under your skin—his teeth graze the shell of your ear and the last of the tension leaves you, replacing itself with tv static that fizzles up every nerve ending.

“my sweat has you like this?” you ask incredulously, peering at him over your shoulder. he only grins, a little dark when he leans forward to nip at the curve of your jaw.

“fuckin’ course it does,” he presses his smirk below your ear and does little to hide the giant inhale of breath he takes there, “i like you gross. take your pants off.”

#katsuki #bnha rec

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concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat

[legoshi-plz]

can you do gojo coming back from a workout all sweaty n stuff and you ride him pretty please with a cherry on top😋😋😋

🧎🏽‍♀️

cw: f! reader, whiney gojo, size kink, unprotected, cowgirl, praise, 18+

just gojo being utterly exhausted— coming back from a workout that lasted for a good four hours, he‘s dressed down in nothing but sweats— black fitted tee and sweats, his muscles were so bulky, he was sweating, and a needy smile was on his lips once he saw you, immediately wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“hi sator—”

“i need you,” he huffs out, and he‘s completely out of breath, rough hands softly holding onto your waist before your eyes slightly widen— feeling his bulge poke beside you, his voice trembled a bit—

he was horny. regardless of gojo sweating excessively, he still smelled really good, sweet even— and his chin rested against your shoulder. “need you to ride me— princess.”

“aren‘t you tired?” you hum in a near playful tone, and gojo pulls back to stare at you— he was serious, his lip quivered a bit as he looked at you, huffing out another single breath and you sheepishly smile, “okay— okay.”

gojo leans back— he‘s sat against the couch, and he grunts once he watches you, he’s panting— a soft moan leaves his pink lips once you sink down on his length— he bites his lip, and you spot the veins near his arms pole out— his hair was messy, beads of sweat racing down his forehead.

“you‘re so pent up, satoru.” you muttered, trying to compress your own words— his shaft was thick, he throbbed inside of your cunt as you sat down on his beefy thighs— gojo kept his sweatpants on, he was lazy, pulling them down just so you could ride him good— he just wanted a good fuck, really— he needed you, he needed to be inside of you.

“. . . make it b—better for me,” he whines— and you let off a soft mewl, feeling him being a hand towards your right ass cheek to spank it— gripping it firmly and you study his face, he looks so pretty— perfectly toned and beefy—

yet an entire whiney mess just babbling underneath you, so tense— his muscles ached for more, it makes his mouth water a bit, just the feeling of your cunt effortlessly wrapping around him like a vice. he grunts, your hips just moving against him so good to where his head starts to spin.

gojo‘s so needy— he can‘t help but grab your hips, pumping his own cock into you— he‘s so big, stuffing you full of inches each time, you’re moaning now, and you watch a smile form on his lips despite him stammering and whining himself, his breath is heavy—

raspy throughout each pant, and the more you stare at his tight-fitted shirt, the more you see his huge muscles just flex and flex— gojo‘s stamina was never a problem— when he wants you to ride him after a workout, most likely you’d be riding him for hours on end— he can‘t help it, can’t help but be addicted to your sweet cunt.

“f-fuckkk, satoru— you‘re supposed to be letting me ride—you,” you hiccuped, and at this point he‘s just guiding your hip movements with ease— spanking you from time to time, before wrapping his strong arms around your waist— you’re being fucked instead of you fucking him now— he‘s so handsy, stroke after stroke it starts making your head spin.

“i- i am,” he whines— his voice growing shorter and shorter, and you feel his thigh start to bounce. he was coming close— gojo brings you close to him to softly nibble near your neck— his muffled moans going into your skin, and it tickled, he loved whenever you rode him—

he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you, whether it‘s spanking your ass or gripping onto your hips to fuck you harder— he just craved it. but gojo‘s just whiney so loud his voice gets strained a bit— you‘re about to milk him dry— he feels it, the familiar sensation formulating up inside of him— his breaths grows more heavier and his head goes back a bit and his hands falter from your waist.

“mpfh—fuckkkk— ride me baby, s-so good. fuck me like that— please,” he swallows— and his face grows flustered, your pussy squelches and squelches— covering his entire shaft with your slick, your entrance was just desperate to be filled to where you’re starting to whine yourself.

“s—satoru.” you‘d moan, a soft gasp leaving your lips before he grabs hold of your waist again— and he‘s cumming— gojo‘s shaking and it’s cute, he was always dramatic—

a loud moan leaves his lips and it sounds almost melodic, sweat runs down the sides of his white brows and he‘s tightly clinging onto your waist as you’re milking him— he‘s filling you up— pumping you full of his cum it’s just so filthy— thick ropey strings— velvety, he’s huffing and panting more, his muscles tense— jaw tightens and he’s so exhausted even more, so sleepy.

“. . ba—by,” he mumbles in a near drowsy voice, he was cutely fucked dumb— eyes half-lidded, pretty lashes fluttering the more he stared at you before closing his eyes. “ride me— again. want more— still so . . pent up, h-heh.”

#satoru #jjk rec

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i’m genuinely so glad vested interest exists and you’re always so pro jealous!shouto in your works bc not everyone sees the vision that he’s so CLEARLY the most jealous one of the three. like i get most people bet on bakugou (for obvious reasons) but shouto? who literally never had to share a single thing in his life? ever? walk with me…

I truly believe given the development we have seen from Bakugou so far that he would actually be the most emotionally healthy of the big 3!! And Shouto, who was raised in isolated conditions, who as you say has never been made to (or had the opportunity to) share anything in his life and is accustomed to being the primarily focus of someone's attention...

He would be a menace!!!! I'm glad you see the vision!!!! Viva la jealous little shit Sho!!!!

#Shouto

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Rough backshots with Katsuki but suddenly he stops to lean forward and press soft open mouthed kisses along your spine just to hear you whine for him

#katsuki #bnha rec

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gojo smirks every time you moan his name

#jjk rec #satoru