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tteokdoroki · 1 month
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actually sundress season is the worst for jock bf yuuji because he’s trying so hard not to look up your skirts whenever he walks you to class :(( he wants to be respectful but all he can think about is lifting the dainty fabric and finger fucking you in the back of your lectures :((
whenever you visit him on the track he’s so quick to throw his varsity jacket over your lap because he knows the rest of the team are looking longingly at the way your thighs squish together when you sit down n your skirt rides up wahhh wahhh !!!
jock bf yuuji definitely pulls you under the bleachers n asks you so sweetly with pleading brown eyes if you’ll suck his cock. you made him so hard during practice, cheering for him, jumping up and down in your flowing skirt. he thought he might die. he thinks he’s dead when you sink to your knees in front of him, looking up with your glassy gaze as you take him straight into your eager mouth — pulling down the bust of your dress so he can see your tits oh!!!
you’ll have yuuji cummijg on your chest in minutes, coating your plush lips in his cum — letting it drip between your breasts while you pull your dress back up, over his claim. he promises he’ll repay the favour, sinking to own knees beneath your sundress to suckle in your pretty clit through your matching panties <3
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tteokdoroki · 5 months
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bakugou, who, even when on top, likes to have your fingers in his mouth.
something about maintaining eye contact while you shakily plug his sailor’s mouth full with two, maybe three, of your dainty little digits. the way his hips would buck into you, harder and faster, jerking when you press down on his tongue and reach down his throat for his gag reflex.
it’s cute, seeing you all teary eyed and hearing you wail like it’s nobody’s business while you finger fuck his mouth to the rhythm of katsuki’s slender hips smacking against yours. you’re trying so hard to make him feel the way you do, make him drool all over your hand as much as your cunt does on his cock.
it’s in his eyes, ruby red darkened to the shade of blood with lust, as he looks down on you and sucks on your fingers like you would his dick. slobbering on you, moaning around you with a crazed expression and spit on his chin.
you’re a mess, writhing beneath him in awe of his pretty plump lips wrapped around your fingers, kitten licking between them.
even like this, while he’s choking on the pressure from your pretty fingertips — you’re still katsuki bakugou’s sweet little baby.
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tteokdoroki · 7 months
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gojo saying “oopsie daisy” when his baby girl falls over after her first steps could heal me !!!
like he can see she’s about to cry, bottom lip wobbling and big blue eyes all watery — so he scoops her up real quick and sets on her feet to try again. “oopsie daisy, thats no good.” gojo smiles at her to keep the tears in her eyes at bay. “let’s try again. you’re too quick for your own good, hot shot.”
and she’s like all giggly again, toddling around gojo :((
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tteokdoroki · 8 months
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☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. pretty brown eyes.
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about. gojo might be the one with the six eyes, but there’s nothing special about those. your brown eyes are real weapon, here.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, fluff, hurt comfort. slight hints to insomnia, idk how infinity works sorry, reader has brown eyes, afab!reader.
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“you could kill me if you wanted to.”
it’s the dead of night when he whispers your name. though low in volume, his tongue curls around each syllable loud enough for you to hear him. “
“‘toru, what are you on about—” digging the heal of your palm into your eyes, you dislodge the crust from your lash line and groan. the red lines on your digital clock read sometime between three and four am— but the digits blur as your mind swims with sleep.
“your eyes. they’re so perfect.” a loving grin etches itself onto his face when you crack one open to look at him, masking over the exhaustion seeping from his pores and the anxiety that spikes in the sapphire pools of his own eyes. “you should be able to get away with anything because of them.”
“baby,” you reiterate and roll over to face him fully. gojo gets like this when he’s overworked and worried, when there’s something big on his mind you’re not quite sure you’d understand. you move to jab a thumb into his forehead, right between his brows to alleviate the ache in his skull but you don’t let your disappointment show when rough skin meets the dull buzz of his infinity.
you forget that his six eyes flow in the dark — that his blue eyes are not as blue as they seem. “you’re talking nonsense, it’s late. get some sleep.”
“my eyes. they could kill me if i worked too hard.”
satoru’s eyes are a lot stormier than most would expect, they can be dark and cold. like an angry ocean tired of tournament. they can be bright, full of hope and loving — you notice that change whenever he’s with your students. they hide behind the frame of his ability, the one that hardly ever turns off despite how it really could kill him.
his mind is always running, his body almost always on empty.
in the moonlight, you see a faint sliver of silver between the flecks of diamond and stormy skies.
he swipes a gentle thumb just over cheek yours to catch a fallen lash. “but yours,” gojo continues, voice thoughtful and low. tired above all else. “those pretty brown eyes…baby, they’re dangerous in a different way. beautiful in another that makes me feel safe. puts my mind at ease or somethin’. one look ‘nd I’d be doing anything for you,”
there the two of you are, face to face in the dark — cheeks pressed to pillows and heads under the covers as if you’re children shielding yourself from the world. creating the safe space to let satoru confess.
“if those pretty brown eyes were the last thing i got to see before i died. then i think i’d be okay.”
“don’t say that.” your face crumples and his infinity falls away as if gojo had been anticipating your touch, the buzz just shocking through your skin as you wrap your arms around his larger frame, pull his head down to your heart beating in your chest. “you’re not allowed to die, satoru. not yet.”
“i know.” for once he’s grateful he can’t see your eyes — he hates the way they shine when you cry.
“i need you.”
“i know.” he’s quiet. “i need you too.”
“then rest, you don’t have to keep watch.” gojo feels the shake in your lungs as you speak. you worry too much about him. but with your hand cascading through his soft locks, and the other squeezing him close he’s finding it hard to resist.
usually when he lays next to you, he’s stiff as a board, always anticipating whatever danger might come next. but the biggest threat to him of all is you, and those big brown bambi eyes of yours — the way they’re wet with love, shiny with tears because you adore satoru gojo. you care about him way too much for your own good.
those eyes of yours are convincingly treacherous , he can’t help but let his body sag and let go of his cursed technique while you rub his back and soothe him.
“you’re dangerous, yanno,” satoru grunts, lips dragging along your skin with every word. “especially when you look at me like that, with those puppy dog eyes…can’t say no to you.”
but you smile as he drifts off, his tall frame heavy against you — your lashes blinking soft against his forehead as you curl around him protectively. “i’d rather use them to get you to rest, rather than kill you. ‘toru.”
your words are wasted on deaf ears — his deep snore indicating that gojo is finally asleep, doing himself a favour and locking his pretty blue eyes away.
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tteokdoroki · 1 month
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about to throw up because you make matching bracelets with jock bf yuuji and he literally never takes his off, even during practice. if he breaks it he’ll literally have a melt down and none of the team can calm him down because he’s so mad at himself for breaking something so precious to him :((
they call you down to practice and you end up making yuuji a new one while you watch him <3
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tteokdoroki · 8 months
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thinking about gojo who isn’t invited to the monthly girls night and sulks about it right up until the day of. he acts like he’s not dying internally at the idea of being away from you (you already know that he is) as he drops you off, kisses your cheek goodbye and watches you squeal at the front door with your girlfriends.
but instead of leaving he just sits on the front porch of your friend’s house until you call him, tipsy, to come pick you up. he doesn’t mean to spy, even if he’s not looking, he can see the bright flame of your energy pouring through you — and satoru smiles because it’s almost like he can feel your happiness from where he is.
when you’re just about ready to go, he holds you like he hasn’t seen you in years, listens to how much fun you’ve had like he wasn’t checking up on you every ten minutes, helps you into the car like you’re made of glass.
and when you ask satoru how his evening was, he plays it up a little — slouching and pouting as he tells you. “was nothin’ special without you, pretty girl.”
he tells you this because he loves the way your face breaks out into a lovesick smile while you tell him softly that you missed him too and his heart swells because he’s not the only person who hated being away from the other.
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tteokdoroki · 6 months
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give me izuku who keeps his voice perfectly steady while fucking you during a phone call.
izuku who lays back in his expensive sheets with his evergreen curls askew and emerald eyes dark with lustful amusement. izuku who carefully watches you fall apart in his lap, bouncing away on his dripping cock and making yourself cream on him over and over.
izuku who smirks and pinches the fat at your hips when you slow down or get tired. “nuh uh,” he mouths, still listening to his poor intern on the other end of the line. “i didn’t say you could stop, angel.”
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tteokdoroki · 1 month
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frowns… yuuji folds his arms behind his head when you ride him n watches with hooded eyes as you struggle to slide all the way down his cock :( your hands on his chest and while he moans “you got it, bounce on it f’me, pretty girl.”
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tteokdoroki · 7 months
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when will a man bend down to my height and be like “yeah, baby?”
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tteokdoroki · 4 months
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something about yuuji saying “i really, really like you.” before he says i love you is just driving me up the wall and forcing me to eat concrete !!
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tteokdoroki · 4 months
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im so horny for yuuji like i can just imagine him luring older brother!sukuna’s gf into his room because he’s so nice and sweet, but then he’s got you caged in against his bed, tummy covered in your own slick whimpering into your ear about how much better he can treat you, how much he likes you, moaning up a storm while also telling you to be quiet through teary eyes :(
he wouldn’t want sukuna to hear
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tteokdoroki · 5 months
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omg being pregnant and bursting into tears when mitsuki starts showing you katsuki’s baby photos again because you’re afraid your first born is going to be ugly like him
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tteokdoroki · 1 month
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like :( even going shopping with yuuji and you’re asking him how your dress looks in the changing room and he just has to hunch the fabric at your waist and bend you over so he can ram his cock into you from behind :((
fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue while he grinds his tip against your g-spot :(( yuuji telling you to keep quiet but he’s the one whimpering curses into your ear, telling you not to clench around him or he’ll cum inside n way too quick
he buys the dress for you after <3
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tteokdoroki · 9 months
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katsuki being a girl dad is canon to me. there is no other truth except for this. he loves that little girl like she’s his life line — talks about her every chance he gets and has a picture of her missing her two front teeth on his desk at the agency. when she comes in on daddy-daughter work days, he lets her brag about how she has her big girl teeth now :(
he carries her round on one hip with her little red riot themed back pack in his other hand n his car keys between his teeth. sometimes if he’s wearing sunglasses to hide from paparazzi she’ll take them off to toy with them while his hands are through.
sniffs. katsuki spends extra time learning how to style and take care of her hair type — every weekend before pre school he lets her pick out the bows and hair clips and beads she wants to put in her hair.
he makes sure she knows her pleases and thank yous — he might have been a troubled kid but no daughter of katsuki bakugou is going to be impolite to people she’s never met. unless, of course, they’re stinky boys who pick on her in the sandbox. then she’s allowed to call them all sorts of names that bakugou has passed down onto her.
and bakugou, who still makes the time to tuck his little princess in at night, kiss her forehead and pull the blankets up to her nose whilst reading her favourite book for the nth time that week — even if he’s exhausted from patrol.
because bakugou is a girl dad through and through, and he loves his daughter more than he loves being in the world.
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tteokdoroki · 7 months
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idk bakugou letting his youngest daughter paint his nails every weekend before work and the reporters always ask which nail tech he goes to so he can promote her little nail making business wails.
bakugou taking his oldest daughter to all of her interviews at hero agencies for when she graduates. he spends hours practicing with her until she feels she can answer confidently. talks her down when she panics about not being a good enough hero and tells her “you can always say yer dad is dynamight.” because he knows it’ll get her into any agency she wants.
bakugou who silently sits with his middle daughter in her room when she cries and tells him she doesn’t feel special. being the quirkless one out of her siblings makes her feel weak, unwanted and unloved. he gets on his knees, forehead to hers and hands in his to make sure she feels how much he adores her — quirk or no quirk.
bakugou who falls asleep on the couch with his three girls every Friday after movie night — no one can take that special time away from them. even if he’s exhausted after a long work week, he’ll always make time for his girls.
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tteokdoroki · 6 months
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i think satoru drools when he fucks you :( he can’t help it — his cheeks all red and pretty, animalistic growls bubbling up on his lips, he can’t stop himself from panting and drooling against your skin while he pounds into you from behind or folds you up into a nice deep mating press.
you’ve got him so fucked up above you, just by laying there and taking him, accepting the fact that he’ll keep chasing your wet, warm hole even if your hips run from him :(
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