#that shit too big. put that away!! 💥💥

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Rodiclash humiliation

#rodiclash #thunderrod #valveplug #nsft #my art #tf thunderclash #tf rodimus #who out here fans of big cock shaming #that shit too big. put that away!! 💥💥 #i was rlly proud of this when I first drew it but now I’m like. dude you totally fucked up the arms. they look like ass #whatever dude what’s done is done #I’ll just have to draw more rodiclash :)

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18+ | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 💌

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔 minors ! kindly do not interact please 𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki

𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨

𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations

𐂴 crispy ass low quality ass photos smh

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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”

He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.

You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.

“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.

He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.

“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.

As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.

This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?

“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.

Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.

You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,

“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.

“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.

The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…

Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.

“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x

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❤️‍🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”

The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.

You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.

You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.

“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.

A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—

Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…

But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.

You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.

Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.

“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.

“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.

“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.

“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.

You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”

Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?

“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.

Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x

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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*

Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.

(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)

When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.

“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.

“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.

“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.

“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.

“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.

He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x

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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”

What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.

It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.

Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.

“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.

“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.

“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.

“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.

“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.

“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……

“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.

“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.

“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.

“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.

“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.

“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.

When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.

“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.

“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”

“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.

“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.

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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”

He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.

If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.

You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.

Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.

He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.

He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.

“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.

Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”

“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.

He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.

“You don’t have to—”

“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.

“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.

You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.

“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”

He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.

“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x

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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”

A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!

A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.

You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.

His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!

“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.

“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.

“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.

“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”

He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”

“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”

“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.

“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”

You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.

“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.

He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.

“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.

“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”

You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”

The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.

“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.

He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.

“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”

The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”

“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.

“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x

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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”

You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.

“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.

“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.

You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”

What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.

You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.

“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”

“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.

“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.

“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x

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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*

Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.

“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.

You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.

When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.

“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.

You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.

He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”

You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.

Y/N❤️: Babe

Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are

So that’s what it was.

You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.

Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x

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🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”

Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!

You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.

But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.

“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.

“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.

Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.

“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.

“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.

“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.

“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.

You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.

“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.

“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.

“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.

“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.

You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.

He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x

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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.

Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.

He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.

“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”

He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.

“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.

“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.

“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.

“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.

“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?

You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.

“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.

“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.

He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”

All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.

At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x

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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

thank you for all your camp blurbs. especially camp!eddies first time with reader.

Michigan getting dicked down like she deserves💥💳💥

I seriously love these two and the relationship you’ve created for them

big love to you as well you’re always feeding us and I’m so grateful xoxoxo

Eddie was gentle. Always.

Just like he’d been when you first met him, blushing cheeks, soft hair, softer eyes. Kind hands and a nice touch, always patient, always putting you first, whether it was letting you decide where to eat out or making sure you came at least twice before he did.

You loved him. You told him daily. But after a rough day in class and some asshole on the subway trying to grope your ass and/or steal your purse, you were in a shit mood. Eddie’s pout and sweet kiss made it better when you stomped into your apartment, so did the way he hugged you, arms strong and tight around your waist.

But it wasn’t enough. Not then. So you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest, eyes wide and breath already catching at the thought of it.

“Hey, babe?”

Eddie hummed, lips on your hairline, still swaying you both gently back and forth after you’d rambled about your bad day.

“Can I ask you something?”

You sounded shy, cautious. That’s what made Eddie pull back, peering down at you curiously. Eddie always gave you what you wanted, over a year together and still unable to figure out how to say not to you.

‘See? S’not easy, is it, Munson? Now quit giving me shit.’ Steve had taken to telling him.

“‘Course you can, sweetheart, what’s up?”

You pushed your nose to his sternum, took a deep breath and squeezed your hands at his sides, like you were stealing yourself.

“Want you to make me feel better.” You swallowed, lifting your chin to look neck up at him, blinking softly at him, as if your mind was already hazy with the idea of it all. “Want you to fuck me.”

Eddie choked out a breath. It’s not like he wasn’t overly used to you speaking like that. You’d just never said it so boldly. There was still a warmth that bloomed over your chest at your own words but Eddie saw a need in your eyes that had him already half hard and knowing what you wanted. His palms swept up the sides of your ribs, hands sneaking under your shirt. He pushed you back against the kitchen counter, feet kicking at yours until you spread your legs apart for his knee to slot between.

“Yeah?” He said it as sweetly as ever, voice honey and smoke but he was frowning at you, a little too condescending, like you were just dying to let him take care of you. “Poor baby. Want fucked? Hmm?”

His voice curled around you, made you press into him in a way you couldn’t help. God, you were already wet, underwear damp and pressed slick against your slit, aching to be touched.

You moaned, quiet and broken, nodding in agreement. Shit, yeah. That’s what you wanted. This is what you needed. Eddie knew.

“How’d you want it?” One hand snuck out from your shirt to cradle your jaw, his hand almost laughably big against your face, fingers pushed almost a little meanly to your cheek, thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “Want me to be nice? Could be real sweet for you, babe, yeah? Get down on my knees for you right here, remind you how good you taste.”

And fuck, yeah, that sounded good. Really good. ‘Cause Eddie was wicked with his tongue, warm hands that spread you wide, lips kissing and sucking at you until you cried, the length of his tongue flat against you as he encouraged you to rock your hips against him.

The idea of it made you gasp, stomach clenching when the hand that wasn’t holding your waist grazed your stomach. Fingers, calloused and practised, popped the button of your shorts, the scratch of your zipper barely heard over the way you were panting. Your shorts hit the floorboards, kicked away by Eddie’s boot.

He tsked, all faux concern etched on his face as he tried his best not to grin at the way you were melting for him. Butter on a hot day, putty in his hands, all his to play with.

“No, no,” he surmised. “That’s not it, is it?” He leaned on to kiss you, a soft, open mouth peck that just let your bottom lip slip between his own. He kept his hand firm on your chin, refusing to let you chase him for more. “No, you want fucked, right baby? That’s what you asked for, yeah?”

Baby. It still made you weak. Still made you wanna bite something, ‘cause the way he said it was the furthest from innocent. He made it sound dirty, filthy, and you couldn’t fucking handle it.

You nodded, nose grazing the tip of Eddie’s because he still had that mean hold on your face, thumb just pushing over the seam of your lip so he could stroke the pad of it ober your tongue. You wanted to suck on it. He didn’t let you. Not yet.

“Please, yeahyeahyeah.” You felt like crying. Like if the boy edged you enough you’d burst and feel better. Like he could fuck your bad day out of you. You were sure he could. “Teddy, please.”

Eddie hummed, eyes flashing with a softness that you knew never really went away. He pouted, brow puckered with dramatic sympathy. “Look at you, being all sweet for me, callin’ me Teddy. Y’know I love when you call me that, don’t you sweetheart.” His teeth nipped your jaw, your earlobe. “You know I can’t say no to you, don’t you?”

You nodded, lips parted to suck in a breath. You were warmer, warmer than you should’ve been with the dying sun barely reaching the kitchen space, the last of it making the countertops glow tangerine. You curled your hands in Eddie’s shirt, holding on, tugging, pleading, anything.

He nosed at your cheek, dropped his hands to wrap around your thighs, hoisting you onto the counter. His hand cupped your cunt, damp cotton making him groan, his lashes fluttering against your temple.

“Want my fingers first?” Eddie knew you’d need worked up, just a little. Stretched out more than anything else ‘cause usually he had to take it slow with you before he was able to sink himself fully into you. But he had feeling slow wasn’t what you wanted.

You shook your head, beyond desperate, hands fisting in his hair, curls pulled loose from the hair tie he was using, stolen from your vanity. You heard his zipper at the same time he stretched your underwear to the side, cool air hitting your heat and making you whine.

The head of his cock, velvet warmth, nudge at your entrance, the dirty, slick sound of it making Eddie curse, voice shot. He looked at you with those eyes, dark and pupils blown wide as he pushed himself up and down your cunt, taptaptapping at your clit.

“Want it?” Eddie rasped and he sounded as desperate as you now, far less in control than he liked to pretend he was. “Want it, baby?”

“Yeah, shit, yeah Teddy, I want it.”

He grinned, lips just hovering over yours, just out of reach. He kissed your chin, your cheek. “Say please.”

Your nails dug a little meanly into his shoulders but the boy just grinned wider. “Please,” you asked - no - begged.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie cooed and he slid into you, cunt immediately clutching at him like a vice, both of you moaning out, sinful.

You couldn’t remember why you’d had a bad day.

..

#smooch for u #Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #Eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #camp eddie blurb

[rimetin]

OKAY, I think I answered the wrong ask meme for the ask you sent me (I like your questions better!), but not to worry :D I did this one too, so from the list on your page: for Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks:

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? 🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"? 💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of? This post (just to avoid confusion!):

oh no dw it was the right one! thank you! <3

💝What is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

humm, this is a hard one. I suppose my recent smolaw series, Bitten by the Cold? i was counting my kudos to hits ratio the other day and they were some of the highest, as well as easily getting to the top contenders for my most comments received. it's... much more than I anticipated lol? especially bc i think it's a relatively rare ship, i wasnt expecting to get enjoyers crawling out of the woodwork haha

🤍What's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

the opposite of amnesia (a juno steel fic). its very dear to me personally and i remember having so much fun writing it, and getting kinda experimental with it. I was kind of disappointed with the response (or lack of it really), although i recognise said experimental shit may have turned people away.

💥Find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

I'm gonna go with Across Dawns because frosted over is original work. I really like these myself and always mean and wanna write more, because I have a lot of feels about my customizable protags in games. but i do recognise ive done the annoying thing of putting multiple fandoms in one fic as chapters instead of a collection so that's also what makes me hesitant. oh well. (hm well i suppose you can backdate works on ao3, maybe i could fix that sometime.)

🎙️Which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

oh gosh i'm. not big into podfics ngl? I still don't fully understand the concept or at least the appeal, i think (but that may just be my audio processing issues and needing the written aid anyway). but... either of the recent phone call-centric ones, Requiem for My Harlequin (one piece) or going to be okay (juno steel)? from what I understand abt the genre (can u call podfic a genre or is it a medium) I'd be interested in seeing how that mechanic plays out in them, and also because they have very strong character viewpoints both.

Thanks again so much for the ask! Here's my ask meme tag if anyone wants to hmu

#ask meme #asks

[iron-sides]

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#AXE HI -> axe axylotal

#eddie :] -> ed thenerdkingqueen

#oh oh pheliaaa -> ophelia knightpilled

#freshly toasted scar -> toast aroaceascension

#sparks? nevada is on fire -> sparksnevada

#framing ur MOM -> framezone

#insert toby fox joke here -> toby phantoids

sideblogs:

@astertheworld kpop blog

@caths-collection pretty stuff, aesthetics-- i use it for webweaves a lot

@cranboorysauce i store themes here idk. dont use it a ton but im hoping to more

@highranboo when i remember i put graphics etc here. again i dont use it a ton but whatevs it was originally i was hoarding the url back when i was into dsmp but then i started putting shit in there and now im too lazy to change the url so. whatevs,

#pinned post #blog upkeep #my thots #my fic #cows #for bad days #./hug #space tag #check later #loveposting #tumblr folklore #negativity #haterism #bee liveblogs! #AXE HI #oh oh pheliaaa #eddie :] #freshly toasted scar #sparks? is nevada on fire !! #framing ur MOM #insert toby fox joke here #tw flashing gif

[neaura-nightsong]

Story time... Went to the clinic today with my mental health worker, Joy.

I was waiting with Joy in the lobby to be buzzed into the main building for our appointment

And this dirty sketchy twitchy man comes in carrying a very heavy big box covered in jackets

And he frantically goes up to the call windows, back and forth.. He starts talking to us.. We ask him if he needs and help.. I catch his attention.. He very much wants to keep speaking with me and not Joy

He wants me to take the box from him, says he doesn't need it, wants to be done with it.

I politely decline "that's okay, I'm alright, but thank you very much though! ☺"

He insists "no no... I knew I had to come here today. I had a feeling I was supposed to. This place, this time. I want you to at least have one of them.."

He sets the box down in front of me and takes the jackets off of the box to reveal what looks like smaller boxes, all black or brown, looked premium.

He insists I have one. He takes one black box out and puts it in my lap. Now I see the small font on it.. Don Perignon. 🍾

I said, "sorry I don't even drink actually! I'm the wrong target audience for this, but I really appreciate the kindness! ☺"

He raises his voice almost shouting now "YEAH BUT YOUR FRIENDS ALL DRINK DON'T THEY, DAMN RIGHT THEY DO THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT, SO TAKE IT" I meekly go "haha, yeah... You're right.. They do" (obviously these friends are imaginary)

The man leaves.. Joy and I talk a bit about how unusual that was.. A few mins pass and I start getting a very dark uncomfortable vibe from the box.. I don't want it anywhere near me.. In fact, I'm afraid of it.. And it doesn't feel the right weight for a bottle of liquid that size.. I take a tiny peek into the box.. There does appear to be a bottle in there, I close the box back up and I go to reception and tell them what happened, because I had been carrying this box around with me in the office while having this awful feeling it was going to explode 💥 or some shit.. I HATED THAT BOX.

I asked them to have someone come take it away.. They called in someone to remove it, and eventually it was picked up by someone from the back office who was wearing all black? =S

But it's been making me think a lot.. How someone doing something that was on one level appearing as an act of kindness, but the world is such a place that I have become someone who sees that and I am afraid and I think I am in danger. But the crazy part is that literally is the world I live in

The building was a fortress because it does get attacked a lot. Protests all the time too. It's not inconceivable that someone would want to smuggle a bomb in there or harm the places patients.

Another man in there was yelling and shouting up a storm about how "you can't come here unless you're a sex worker or a minority, why are we putting all the priority on them" which was pretty scary...

Ugh. But the stuff he said about being destined to be there, and like "I know you're doing good in the world, I don't know what it is, but I want to reward you for it"..like,i question if I was turning down a sign from the universe or what... But I am trying to tell myself it's right to trust my gut and intuition.

But joy looked it up and says the bottle could be worth $300-500 if it was legit. But if it is, it was definitely stolen. I certainly could of used the money, but I think I did the right thing for me.

[snootlestheangel]

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

🤔 As for new characters, probably Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria. I've had a couple of things with them as brief mentions/minor characters for things but not enough to be like "yes I've written them before". And maybe do more stuff with my Shadow OCs (cause everyone and I love the boys)

💥 Cannot wait for so many things for so many of my WIPs. I know the direction I want Silence Is Golden But Consequences Are Red to go in, and oh goodness is it gonna be a wild ride. There's literally so many things I could share holy shit

There's my big evil plan for Unending Devotion and there's the love confession scene for His Wounded Cry

The urge to spoil what happens in all the fics is too great

FUCK IT SPOILERS

We somewhat spoiling Silence is Golden But Consequences Are red cause this is some of my favorite writing I've ever done. It's just such beautiful writing in my opinion and it perfectly captures the underlying theme of Red/colors in general within the story. Only providing what I've written and giving no context :)

***

Simon is lost. He knows, technically, where he is. That he’s outside of the now crumbling safe house where Shadow Company had invaded and threatened to expose Price for all his secrets after putting Ghost’s head on a platter. 

But that isn’t why he’s lost. Simon isn’t really there anymore. He’s hidden away, and he’s drowning in the red Ghost tried so desperately to keep him away from. He’s so filled with every possible emotion, he’s beginning to panic. He’s breathing too hard, too shallow for him to maintain any semblance of control. Simon is spiraling, dropping further into a pool created out of every evil thing. 

He is a victim of his own naivety, for ever believing anyone could ever love the monster he’s become. For believing anyone could ever look at Ghost and see Simon and still love him. 

Because of course Johnny never loved him. 

Simon hears talking. Someone is next to him, speaking into his ear. They’re so desperate to get him to listen, it’s almost pitiful. Simon shakes his head. He can’t understand why anyone would want to speak with him, why they would want him to listen. He’s afraid of all of this, afraid of the consequences, afraid of facing what has happened. Yet, Simon is stranded. Lost in a sea of fury and hurt, things Ghost should be protecting him from. But there is no Ghost. There’s no longer a line between them, there’s no shield keeping Simon safe from all the nasty red of the world.

There never was, was there? Ghost was merely a mask all this time. A mask that a fire burned away. A fire of determination and dedication, a fire of longing and trust. A fire that Simon welcomed with open arms, if not perhaps a desire to love. A fire that gazed upon him with gentle blue eyes and a small smile. And Simon gave it all up for free. Just for him. He willingly took down the mask just to see those beautiful eyes look upon him, not Ghost. Simon was willing to die to keep the fire burning, to keep that fierce man he fell so in love with burning. 

But Johnny didn’t love him, did he? 

But Johnny held a gun to him, his eyes cold and harsh. He was such a stranger, yet so familiar. He had suddenly bore the faces of every cruel person in his life. He was just the same, wasn’t he? Used Simon until he got bored of playing with him, and left him to freeze in the cold. 

And now Ghost was gone, reduced to dying embers in a pit, nothing more than a speck on Simon’s soul. 

Then the voice becomes more clear, more defined and stronger as Simon slips back into the present. He hears someone whimper, and there’s a realization it’s himself. How cursed is he for Ghost to be gone? How cursed is he to have finally let someone see Simon as he is, to touch him? Simon trusted those fiery hands with his ancient burns, yet he saw no red, only blue. Only healing and peace and devotion, something just for Simon to hold and cherish. But all that has been soiled, tarnished as it’s thrown into his pit of red. His pit of abuse and scorn, his pit of every open wound, his pit of misery. His pit of heartbreak. And there’s so much red. It spills out onto the grass from his lips, spills out from his hands as they attack. Harsh red bleeds through his balaclava, out of his mouth and onto the face of a man that once burned blue. Onto a man that burned with a fire so hot, it melted away everything in Simon. Melted away Ghost and soothed Simon’s aching.

***

#god that scene in SIGBCAR is still one of my favorite #I just had to spoil it #ask game #Snootles's askbox #snootles answers

[luvsellie]

DATING DRUIG WOULD INCLUDE...

pairing druig x fem!reader | wc 0.9k | requested ? yes | note he <3

• is the biggest flirt known to mankind

• now, ik we already are aware of that but JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN'T !!

• “you wanna kiss me so badly, don’t you?”

• teases you endlessly, both physically and verbally

• exhibit a - leans in as if he’s gonna kiss you and then looks down at you like you’re crazy because you’re just standing there waiting for his lips to fall on yours

• PLEASE I'M LAUGHING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

• you’d open your eyes like 🙂 ??

• and druig would be the exact definition of 🤨

• exhibit b - “you have to stop doing that” “what?” “saying things that make me want to kiss you” *cue your face going hot and turning away with wide eyes*

• *sigh* the things he does to you (he's more aware of it than you are my dear)

• so, of course, he uses that to his advantage, much to your displeasure :')

• i don't think he's super big on pda, but, as seen in the movie, i think he'd hold you close, a hand on your waist, or even give you a quick kiss on the cheek when either of you has to leave for a period of time

• now, he may be a huge flirt and tease, BUT WHEN YOU DO IT BACK-

• mans has no clue how to act

• possibly the embodiment of 😶 and 🧍

• it’d just be a simple compliment too and he’d feel absolutely jittery inside

• like, you could be playing with his hands or something and say “your hands are really nice” with a small sigh and smile and he will somehow fall even more in love with you than he was five seconds ago

• okay back to him being a fucking flirt bc idk about you but i live for the oneshots and hc’s of him flirting/teasing the living shit out of the reader bc it makes me scream into my pillow before i continue reading 👍

• anyways. so in the scene in the flashback where he threatens to tell ajak abt makkari stealing the artifact ?? (praying to god i’m not just making something up rn)

• WELL

• let’s replace it w/ you two at a table in the corner, probably just sipping on something and talking when druig somehow turns the lovely conversation into him shamelessly flirting with you

• “i scratch and bite, i don’t need someone watching over me 24/7” you’d snap back at a random remark he made, taking a sip from your cup, sure there’s no way he could do more with that

• this mf deadass goes “you’ll crawl and beg too, darling”

• *chokes on drink*

• dw i did too it’s okay

• y’all need to start writing more smuts w him using mind control pls i am begging

• k sorry for the slight detour back to regular programming

• BUT THIS MAN IS SO SWEET

• when the two of you go on walks you bet your ass he’s the type of lover to randomly pick flowers and give them to you :(

• he’ll even do that whole cliche thing where he puts it behind your ear UGHHAVSUANAI

• oh my god he’d trace words on your back too

• like, when it’s the middle of the night (or even the morning) and you can’t sleep, he’d just talk to you and trace things with his finger ☹️☹️

• going off of that little scenario, that is most likely how he told you he loved you for the first time; you had to guess what he was saying and obv it was 'i love you'

• but but but HIS ACCENT !!!!! PLUS HIS VOICE WHEN HE’S SLEEPY !!!!! 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

• i could go on and on abt him, good lord

• alright onto the nsfw 😏 (guys i swear i use that emoji ironically)

• and i am apologizing in advance bc i am in fact a lesbian so the only things i am referencing while writing hetero sex are other nsfw ff’s bc i have no clue what im doing 💀

• n e way i think he’s a dom 100% no questions asked

• also prefers to give rather than receive, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy a good bj every once in awhile

• totally wouldn’t mind using his power on you (only if you consent to it tho !!)

• probs into overstimulation and toying with you - he enjoys the faces you make when he takes away your release 😩

• alright that’s honestly all i can say nsfw wise IM SORRY I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING 😭

• but back to him being the best bf ever 🤲

• WOULD GIVE YOU RANDOM KISSES !!

• for example, when your busy and he suddenly craves your affection, he’d just walk up to you, wrap his arms around your middle, and press a kiss to your temple

• ugh the compulsory heterosexuality i have for this man ☝️☝️

• okay, best for last, but i also am a firm believer that he’s not afraid to flirt w you around others (even tho he’s not super big on pda)

• i mean, he’s gotta let people know you're his somehow, right?

• oh OH OH HES REALLY BIG ON THE PET NAMES "doll," "dear," "love," "beautiful," and "darling" !!

• and has a thing for putting the word "my" in front of your name or whenever he's referring to you - he always makes sure to relate you back to him :')

#druig #druig x reader #druig x you #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig imagine #eternals druig #eternals x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu phase 4 #mcu ff #eternals fanfiction #eternals ff #marvel oneshot

[muniimyg]

Omg could we get a lil drabble if the proposal 😺💥😺💥

EXTRAS

— the proposal

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You’re in the middle of putting your earrings on when he wraps his arms around your waist. He watches you in complete admiration. “You look beautiful, love.”

To that, you roll your eyes but mouth out a thank you. Jungkook scoffs at your dry response before pulling you away from the mirror. He pushes you back gently, pressing you against the wall with a devious smile.

“I know that look,” you place your hand on his chest and give him a warning look. He’s given you this look way too many times at such bad timing. You promised yourself not tonight. “Keep it in your pants, baby.”

He laughs lightly, immediately accepting defeat as you turn around to continue your final touches. Jungkook then leans in, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Twenty minutes,” he suggests, beginning to kiss the side of your neck. You shiver, stunned at how it’s been years yet he still makes you feel as eager and willing as the first time. You look at your reflections and shake your head.

“We can’t be late to dinner with the boys! We’re always twenty minutes late.”

Jungkook could care less. He had others plans for tonight. Much much more important plans… He’ll take a wild guess that you’ll definitely not care about being late after this.

He tightly wraps his arms around you again, making it completely known that he wasn’t going to listen to you. Before you can protest, he lifts you up like a bride and carries you into your bedroom. Even when he throws you to the bed, you giggle at how gentle his drop was.

“Seriously, baby, not tonight! We haven’t seen the boys in forever, I don’t want to walk in and them just knowing I’m freshly railed—”

He can’t help but mentally laugh at how accurate your hunch is.

“Shit, I think you lost an earring when I threw you on the bed,” he hisses, immediately dropping to his knees below you. He searches low as you immediately touch your ears, looking for the said missing earring.

“Baby!” you cry, worried about your jewelry. You were wearing the earrings he got you for your second anniversary, of course, you’d be near to tears. Except, you feel both earrings.

“What? No, I don’t think I dropped an earring,” you pause, placing your hand over your neck. “My necklace is still on.. What are you talking about?”

Jungkook looks around again, “no, it’s somewhere here, I swear. You’re missing something…”

You shuffle on the bed, sitting on your knees and bending over to see what he’s doing. That’s when you notice his posture. “Ah! Got it,”

In no time, in a moment that feels as hazy as any life-changing moment could get; Jungkook looks up, revealing a ring. Something in the air changes. Everything feels lighter all of the sudden — like one big relief.

He greets this moment with a shy smile. “You knew this was coming, right?”

You can’t help but burst out a laugh. It almost sounds like a sob. Maybe you are crying right now. Who knows?

“Should I even do the whole speech thing or—”

“Make me cry, bitch,” you shove his shoulder playfully.

“You’re so annoying!” he cries.

Jungkook can’t help himself. He gets up, finding his place beside you. Jungkook leans to wipe the rolling tear from your face and sniffs too. He also feels so overwhelmed. Even though he practiced and prepared for this moment intensely over the past year, it felt utterly terrifying right now.

You hold his hand, the ring is tucked inside.

“There are only a few things I know about life—”

You can’t help but to squeal.

“Sorry,” you giggle. “You are dumb. So true, bestie. Argh, I’m just excited. Sorry, baby. Go on,”

He clears his throat, giving you a playful glare. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…”

You smile. So does he.

“I know I have good friends. The kind that encourages me to choose love over fear. I know that I’m always going to be learning. I will never be perfect or even come close to it,” he breathes, holding your hand tighter. “I know that everywhere I go; there is no home without you. I love everything you do. From being my alarm clock at the buttcrack of dawn—”

Hands covering your mouth in complete shock. “I can’t believe my proposal has the word buttcrack in it.”

“… Hoseok said it would be okay!”

“Why would you ever listen to Hoseok?” Jungkook feels like an idiot. He curses under his breath and you offer him a forgiving pinch on the cheek. “Sorry, my bad again. Go on,”

“No, I don’t want to anymore,” he huffs. “Should I restart?”

He feels a little stupid. This is exactly why he knew it wouldn’t be any good to propose to you with anything big and fancy. You two were better without pressure.

“No, no, no,” you comfort. “Alarm clock, buttcrack of dawn… That stuff,” you remind him.

“Right.. Okay.. I love how you nag me to do the dishes, I love how you insist on doing my skincare, and I love how you would choose boba over me… I love everything you do. That’s something else I know.. I love you.”

Your heart is beating insanely fast.

“I know so because you are my best friend; loving you is my favourite thing to learn, and I am convinced that every good part of me is because of you. You’ve made me feel loved in ways that have changed me. For that, I know I am forever grateful for you,” he lifts your hand, bringing your hands to his lips. He kisses them slowly, eyes teary.

“___, I only know a few things in life. With every fight, every difficult surprise, every playful makeup— I know this: I love you. Forever, I love you. For the rest of my life, I know I need to love you. Please let me do just that…” Jungkook gulps, pulling away from your hold and offering you the ring again.

“___, will you marry me?”

You take a deep breath before giving him a pouty look. “Hmmm… Since when did you wanna marry me?”

“Since forever.” Jungkook answers immediately.

You laugh, tugging him by his shirt collar to kiss him. There’s a small gap between you two and the tension makes Jungkook want to sob. Why were you playing with his feelings at a time like this? It’s completely nerve-wracking. He spent the past three months writing, editing, and memorizing what to say. From the looks of it, you’re throwing it all out just for the shits and giggles.

“Ask me nicely,” you demand.

His mouth drops. “Wha-what? I just did! Did you not hear everything I poured out to you—”

You take your eyes off him, looking around the room with your arms folded to your chest. “I’m waiting…”

Then he gets it.

He remembers this like it was just yesterday. Like you two had freshly just begun again. Jungkook chuckles, leaning in for a kiss. “You heard me the first time.”

“Ask me in French—”

Oh, how he hates that he loves you.

Jungkook crashes your lips together and when your lips touch, he instantly sinks into your kiss. This was home. This was life and everything good life had to offer.. It was all you.

“Yes,” you quickly say as you two both bull away to catch your breath. “You’re the love of my life, Jungkook. Yes, I will happily marry you.”

“Marry me like.. Love me forever, marry me and have babies or not with me.. Or something?” he teases, as he slides the ring on. You both melt into each other’s touch, admiring the beautiful diamond he placed on your pretty finger.

“Or something?” you tease. You turn to Jungkook, who looks at you lovingly. “Loving you, marrying you, having babies or not… This is it, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“This is everything.”

“Twenty minutes,” Nam Joon announces, looking at his watch. “As always.”

You two step in the dim lit restaurant together and greet all your friends.

“Oh!” you laugh, squeezing Jungkook’s hand. “This is our engagement dinner!”

They all stand up, each taking their time to congratulate you two. When it comes down to it, the most important friends of all charge at you with the best energy.

They knew it too.

They knew you two would end up here, yet it felt so different—so deserving to be here right now. It has them walking on cloud nine as well. This was your safe place; your home. With friends, with Jungkook, your best friend.

Nam Joon, Yoongi, Seok Jin, and Hoseok all give you hugs, joking about how you two would definitely be late to your own wedding. You and Jungkook laugh, unable to defend yourselves. Right after, Taehyung and Jimin share a look with one another.

You wave them over and as they approach, Jimin mumbles: “damn, she’s still an idiot.”

“You can guess where he’s hiding the ring but not your own engagement dinner after he proposes?” Jimin questions. “Some things never change, huh?” You groan, fighting the urge to bite back.

Jungkook is amused. He thanks Jimin and takes a step back when he sees whose next.

Taehyung laughs at Jimin’s comment, a little taken back as you squeal and find your way into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, patting your head.

Jungkook’s heart glows at this sight. The two share a heartwarming smile before Taehyung scoffs, “once an idiots to lovers story, always an idiots to lovers story.”

NOTE: i reposted this like 3 times trying to fix it ,, so many technical difficulties when u have 3 brain cells 😪 i hope u guys enj this !! it was rlly cute and fun to write ,, their final moments 🤐

thanks for the request !!!

#jungkook social media au #jungkook fluff #boyfriend jungkook #bts fluff #bts college au #casual jjk extras

[hanji-is-life]

Ok random thought that’s kinda Bakugou related but my mind just keeps thinking about if Bakugou had a older brother!

I imagine his personality is similar to Katsuki but less like a rabies infected Pomeranian and more like an over active husky.

Whenever Katsuki and Mitsuki buttheads, instead of trying to mend the fight like their dad, he’s just egging Mitsuki on like:

*Mitsuki & Katsuki arguing*

Big bro!Bakugou: “Mom, I don’t know if you heard about Susu’ being on dorm arrest for fighting after hours too, riigght~”

Katsuki: “You fucking snitch!!!”

Mitsuki*slipper in hand*: “Katsuki you little shit!”

Masaru: *just happy to have the family together 😅*

Big bro!bakugou definitely calls Katsuki annoying nicknames like susu or baby brother because he knows it pisses him off:

*Aggressively patting Katsuki on the head*: “I’m so proud of my baby brother working so hard✨”

Katsuki: “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!”

*Katsuki invites him hiking for the first time in forever*

Big bro!Bakugou: “Aww, lil susu wants to spend time with his big brother😙”

Katsuki: “literally fucking D I E💥💥💥”

Big bro!bakugou’s quirk could be Tovex which is a water-gel explosive🤓 but he’s not a hero he’s something random like a painter or something lol

Omg I bet you he has poor eyesight but refuses to wear his glasses so he’s always squinting and shit probably loses his glasses all the time too and having to buy a new pair almost every month

Big bro!bakugou: “I swear I put them somewhere; susu have you seen my glasses? I swear to hell if you fucking with me right now-“

Katsuki: “they’re literally on top of your head, dumbass!!”

No matter how much they annoy each other and talk shit they’re brothers and love each other very much☺️



I always think of an older brother Bakugou looking more like Masaru, but also still likes to pick with Katsuki cause it’s funny seeing him worked up.

they could tag team me—

#big bro Bakugou #my asks

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Ghost Attack 👻💥🤕

i Am Possessed, Attacked, E.s.p Attacked, Mind Fright‘ed ... it’s where a ghost paralyzer's you force there face into your mind’s eye and Scare’s the shit out of you ... usually Screaming ...

And then you Can feel the Ghost slowly Leave your Body and Go back into a wall, or a Chair or a Crystal ... 

Haunted by the Ghost on the Land ... 

Hated by the dead and the Living. 

Watched with Hatful eye’s of the dead. 

Cursed by the dead. 

and forced into fake dream’s where it’s just them Talking to me, or screaming at me ... or Strangling me ... and a few time’s thay tried to kill me but Choking me to death ... That Happen's a few time’s. 

And every time I Get a Bowl of food i always lose 1 piece or more no matter how carful i am ... ??? every single Meal ??? Da fuq ... 

And i’m a Ghost Magnet in a Bad Way like a Black guy Sneaking in a KKK Rally. 

... Just More Bullshit. i Was Safe on the other side, but here i’ m not only in danger but  the Living Massively abuse me, the dead Hate Me , The Gray’s don’t care for what thay have done. 

i Can’t find My Kin, i Haven’t the Slightest Clue ... Why the Dumb ass gray’s picked now of all time’s to start the agenda. 

Are the Rest of My people even in the s]same fucking realm ??? Aka A Mandal Effect ??? 

Yo !!! Rep’s🦎 i Hope you are reading this ... 

After you Kill a Ton of Human’s How are you going to get rid of there Stubborn soul ??? 

OH ! n if it wasn’t for my Phone’s n other Radiation device i would have No Defense what so ever, Wifi and Blue tooth ... 

When ever there at a Certain Spot ... and trying to sync to me or Vamp me ... i Just Put the Phone there and it Act’s as a Powerful Block. 

With out them it would be my Teen age Year’s where i'm Always Posses but 1000′s of Demon’s and Sprit's, it’s like a bad Acid Trip with out the acid. and you Rather then do a Tab you Drank a Gallon of the shit. ... Possession if fucking awful. The Best Exorcist is your self. and a Candle, to Draw them out. 

Only Way ... Warning : A Candle also thins the vail from this world and the next letting in more asshole and don’t have it burning for too long it’s a nice way to given a Ghost that is giving you a dementor kiss a fuck you like tossing a hunk of beat to a Bear and trying to slowly pull out or away from the area but ... let it sit for a few Hour’s many an entire day... n blow it out if you feel a great void is pulling you... Seal the vail FAST !!! 

the Bigger the fire the Greater the rip on the other side... and the Longer it take’s to seal ... if too long n too big a week if short a Few moment’s 

#Ghost #Agenda 21 #Pissed of Spirit's #Wraith #illuminati #Anger #Human Spiirt #Umm.. Wtf

[kingdaddydaichi]

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#5

can i request consensual hate sex between bakugou and f!reader

Oooooh yassssss! This idea got better and better the more I thought about it, Nonny. Love it! I hope you enjoy this naughty little slice of grudge fuck pie. 💖

Riding The Fine Line 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT or I'll have my Big Scary BoomBoom Man blow your little ass up!

Word Count: 2k

"Oi! Who picked this shitty restaurant anyway?", Bakugou sneered as he walked towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "Oh look, Gorilla Man is here".

"Watch it, shitty girl. M'not in the mood for your shit tonight".

You'd made plans earlier in the week to meet Kiri and Mina for dinner. You knew Bakugou had been invited too, but after having suffered through it so many times over the past year or so of having some friends in common, you somehow managed to tolerate his presence. It helped that the drink you'd been sipping on made him somewhat less intolerable than usual.

It was like nails down a chalkboard every time Bakugou reared his big dumb head. His only redeeming quality was that he was quite easy on the eyes. Shame that such a hot guy is also such a huge asshole.

He's always given everyone a hard time, but unlike most people, you just wave a dismissive hand at him. And it makes him crazy. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get under your skin like he so easily does others. Oh, he annoys the piss out of you to be sure, but he doesn't hurt your feelings per se.

"Y'know, for such a massive ego yours sure is delicate, you meat head".

"Oh yeah? Well, for such a massive ass yours s-"

"God, Bakugou, do you ever just shut up?", you snipped.

Kiri and Mina both jumped in, laughing nervously and smoothing things over to lower the tension. He growled at you. You flipped him a subtle bird before looking away and trying to ignore him.

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Kiri's birthday was approaching and several of his friends decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. You, Denki, Mina, and ugh, as luck would have it, Bakugou, were are all put in charge of decorating his house while some other friends took him out for dinner. Midway through, Mina whined while sorting through various sacks, "Oh no! We forgot the disposable rainbow shot glasses!" Mina had a way of putting a cute touch on everything she had her hands in. Denki offered to go with Mina to procure the missing miniature party cups, leaving you and Bakugou alone to hang streamers in Kiri's living room. Probably not the wisest of decisions, but consider the source. 👀

It didn't take long after they were gone for Bakugou to start in on you with his bullshit. Only this time no one was around to referee. You groaned. This was going to be a free for all. You'd already both cut eyes at each other a couple of times.

"You're not doing it right, dumbass!"

"That's a matter of opinion and you can shove yours up your ass, dumbass".

He flipped you off saying, "You can shove this up your ass!", then turned back to his task.

You were so done. Without thinking, you reared back and hurled the roll of streamers as hard as you could, nailing him right in the back of the head. Damn, it felt good.

He whipped around, a vein popping out of his forehead, clenching his teeth. You were quite proud of your aim until he made little explosions in his free hand and said, "You're really pushing your luck with me, woman! If we weren't in Kiri's house right now I'd blast you right through that fucking wall!"

"Pfft, whatever! You wouldn't do shit. You're all bark and no bite, you fucking douche canoe!"

"You ever stop to think that maybe if you weren't such a bitch guys might actually want to talk to you?"

That did it. He'd finally found one of your hot buttons and you couldn't take his shit anymore. You marched right up to him and got right up in his face, height difference be damned.

"You know what, fuck you, Bakugou! I'm not normally like this! You're the only person who…drives me to this madness!", you spat with tears in your eyes.

A second later, his hands were on either side of your face, crashing his lips down onto yours. You were so shocked you froze before pulling away from him, staring at him in astonishment. He just stood there, huffing, glaring back at you, waiting.

You stepped forward and pushed him, his back hitting the wall, hard. But before he could protest, your lips were on his again. He grabbed you by your arms and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You slipped your tongue past your open mouth, his meeting yours halfway as he pushed his knee between your legs. He pressed his thigh against your sex, shoving his growing cock against your thigh in the process.

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506 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 03:34:33 GMT

#4

Bakugou fucking his wife after a longggg day at work 😩

Holy shit, dude. Even I needed this after work today. 😤 Love this ask! 😩 is fucking right.

Calm What's Shook* 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

*inspired in part by Repetition - Purity Ring (lyrics in description)

(Source)

Warning: Pure Filth™, ngl.

🔞 MDNI 🔞 IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 🔞 FUCK OFF 🔞

💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣

“Tadaima”.

You could tell by the way your husband grumbled when he walked in the door that it had been one of those days. “Okaerinasai, babe!”, you called out from the kitchen.

You heard his heavy grenadier bracers crash onto the floor. Uh oh. You rounded the wall separating the kitchen from the genkan. His back was turned as he removed his boots. He was still in his hero costume, sans mask, so he had apparently either been in a hurry to leave work or to get home, probably both. “Katsuki? You okay?”

He grunted and stepped up into the main part of the house. Having kicked his boots off, he just left them on the floor where they fell rather than setting them down neatly by the door like he normally does. He had the familiar look of rage written all over his face. “Fuck no, I’m not. Work was fucking hell n'I'm angry!”

“Damn babe, I’m sorry. You want a drink? Or a shower first? I just started dinner prep right before you came in so it’ll probably still be more than a half hour before it’s ready”. He followed you back into the kitchen as you spoke.

“I don’t want any of those things. There’s only one thing I want right now”, he growled as he backed you up against the table. He had that look in his eyes. You knew what was coming. He kissed you hard, pushing his hands down your back to grab two healthy handfuls of your plush ass and squeezing so hard it hurt a little.

You winced at the pain, but didn’t want him to stop. You loved it when he was like this, feral and rough. Moisture was already spreading between your thighs, so ready and willing to let him have his way with you. “Tell me what you need, baby”, you purred in his ear before tugging on his earlobe with your teeth.

He reached down and unfastened his belt, which was followed by the sound of his zipper. You wasted no time grabbing his cock through his pants. He was already so fucking hard. “I need to take all this anger out on that sweet little pussy of yours, but first I want you to suck daddy’s cock. On your knees, princess”.

You obeyed your husband’s command, holding onto his thighs as you slunk down to the floor and sat back on your heels. “Look at you waiting for me. Such a good fucking girl”. You watched him pull his hard cock out of his pants, heavy and bouncing, stroking it as he looked down at you. God it was so fucking hot watching him touch himself. Your mouth was watering. “Now suck this fat cock”.

He closed his eyes as his head fell back, moaning loudly at the feeling of his tip sliding past your lips and into your hot mouth. You’ve always had to work your way up (or is it down?), taking him a little at a time until you’d relaxed your jaw enough to take him all the way back to your throat. It was fucking impossible to breathe around his cock, even through your nose. So you choked on him, pulled off of him with saliva dripping off your chin, took a couple of breaths before sucking him down again and your jaw would just ache when you tried to hollow your cheeks for him. Giving your husband blow jobs was hard work, but you were always up to the challenge. The sounds he made made it all worth it and he loved to praise you for it.

“Fuck baby, you’ve always been so good at sucking my cock, haven’t you? Yeah? Ahh that’s it baby girl, I fucking love the way you choke on daddy’s dick. Oi, don’t forget to breathe, princess”.

He reached down and hooked a finger under your chin, pulling you off of him when he felt that unmistakable ache deep in his spine. He was nowhere close to being done yet. He helped you back to standing as you used the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. He helped to relieve you of your clothes before slipping his hand between your legs, teasing your hard clit with the rough pad of his fingertip. He picked you up just enough to sit your bottom onto the wooden table before pulling out a chair to sit in front of you. With a hand on either knee, he pushed your legs open.

“What's for dinner tonight, Firecracker?”, he wondered, circling your clit with two fingertips. You gasped when he yanked you right up to the edge of the table, your skin stinging from being abruptly dragged across the hard surface. You were leaned back onto your elbows, your heels almost touching your butt. Your King splayed your legs out as he closed in on his feast, licking and sucking your sensitive inner thigh as an appetizer. “Mm-I can taste you on your thighs, baby. And I can see your pussy clenching already. Damn, s’this all for me?”

“Mhmm, s’always all for you, Katsu”.

“Yeah? Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Katsu”.

“Yeah? And who else?”

You shook your head, "N-no one else. Just you baby, hhnnn Katsuki please-“

He chuckled through his menacing smile. “That’s right, it’s all mine. Now I guess it’s about time I reward you for being so fucking good to me, yeah?”

You hummed in agreement.

His already deep voice dropped an octave even lower. “Itadakimasu”.

He started with small light licks all around your outer lips, working his way towards your center. All it took was a single feathery lap of his tongue against your aching clit for you to start losing your mind.

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617 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 05:48:44 GMT

#3

💥 pairing: ProHero!Dom!BratTamer!Katsuki Bakugou x F!Domtosub!Reader

💥 genre: oneshot smut with plot

💥 wc: 5.2k

💥 warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. Dom/sub dynamics. clit slapping. slight dubcon if you hold your mouth right. overstim. oral (m/f receiving). breeding kink. marking/scenting. creampie. possessiveness.

💥 synopsis: things which are not what they appear to be lead to a power struggle that ends in a jolly good dicking down.

💥 beta reader: @mxgenderbender

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645 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 23:01:03 GMT

#2

Can I get a Jealous Husband Bakugou smut, that the next day (after smut), Fem! Reader & Bakugou got called to the school, and a teacher said to them that "Katsumi told us, that her dad dragging her mom into their bedroom and a few minutes later she heard a slapping noises" Thank you!

🤣🤣🤣 No, thank you Anon! I could not stop giggling while thinking about the scene at school. Hope this lives up to your expectations! 😏

(This is a heavily edited version of the first one I posted bc I'm dumb and totally left out the whole jealousy dynamic. 🙄)

The Little Snitch 💥 Jealous!Husband!Domestic!DILF!Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW AT ALL

( Source )

Warnings: spanking, possessive partner, partner ownership, Dom/sub dynamic

Word Count: 2.1k

You were standing at the back wall in the studio of Katsumi's Saturday morning ballet class. Katsuki had been called in around 4am to help with the capture of a villain. He'd kissed you on your forehead as you stirred just enough to hear him say he loved you and would try his very best to wrap it up in time to meet you at your daughter’s dance rehearsal.

“Which one is yours?” You looked over to the man who’d just spoken to you, smirking with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“The little blonde one with the black and orange bow in her hair”, you said, smiling after your daughter.

He continued chatting you up, lowkey flirting with you. Being the sweet person you are, you just smiled and gave short responses, trying to be friendly but clearly not interested in his advances. He made the mistake of leaning in and putting a hand on your lower back when he pointed to his own daughter.

You were relieved to hear your husband’s voice from behind you. “Oi, keep your hands to yourself, asshole, ‘fore I blow ‘em off”, he said, marching right up, still in his hero costume, less his mask and grenadier bracers.

The man easily recognized the pro hero. “I- I didn’t know”, he said, backing away and thanking his stars that Dynamight wasn’t blasting his ass through a wall.

Katsuki put a possessive arm around you, flipping the guy off behind you.

“Hey baby, you made it!”

“Got here as fast as I could. Who is he?”

“Hm? Oh, he’s the father of one of Katsumi’s classmates”.

Katsuki eyed the guy from his periphery until he heard the sweet sound of his little girl’s voice. “Daddy!”

He leaned down and scooped her up, making her giggle. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner”.

“’S okay, Daddy. Did you catch the bad guy?”

“Damn right, I did. Then I came straight here, didn’t even change first”, he said, holding her up to his waist with one arm.

“All the other girls are gonna know how cool my Daddy is!”, she said with a tiny hand against his proud chest.

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Later, back at home, Katsuki came into the living room after having gotten a shower. You’d just put Katsumi’s lunch on the coffee table so she could eat while watching her favorite cartoon. It was a rare treat that she was only allowed on Saturdays after ballet class.

Your husband followed you back into the kitchen where you got to work cleaning up after lunch preparation. You were standing in front of the sink when he leaned back against the counter beside you, looking down at you.

“What?”, you asked suspiciously. He had a fire in his vermillion eyes that you couldn’t quite read yet.

“Who was that guy at Katsumi’s rehearsal?”

Oh that, you thought. Here we fucking go. “Baby, I already told you he’s one of her classmates’ parents who was there to support his daughter”.

“From where I was standing, it looked like he was more interested in supporting your body”.

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870 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 06:14:42 GMT

#1

Sleepy Sex || Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader || NSFW

(Sequel to Sake and Snow Part 1 ❄ Part 2 ❄ Part 3 ❄ Part 4 - finale)

600-ish words

You stirred, momentarily confused about where you were until you realized your head was resting on your new lover’s chest, gently rising and falling. You relaxed again, the soothing rhythm of his heart softly drumming against your ear. Your arm splayed across his waist, his arm over yours with his fingers wrapped loosely around your elbow.

You were sleeping with Katsuki for the first time after having made love with him earlier in the night.

You carefully untangled yourself from his embrace so as not to wake him before making your way to the bathroom. Upon returning, you turned off the bathroom light before opening the door to avoid disturbing the sleeping man.

His window curtains were mostly drawn, but the moonlight reflected off the snow outside, casting a cool blue glow across his bedroom walls. You peeked through the blinds at the silent frozen scene before turning and making your way back to Katsuki’s bed.

As you approached, you could faintly make out his features in the refracted moonlight. You took a moment to admire how soft his expression is when he’s sleeping, catching a fleeting glimpse of what he’d look like if he would fucking relax once in a while.

“What’re you doing out of my arms, woman?” Out of the corners of his thinly slitted eyes his crimson irises fixated on you. You smiled, slipping gracefully back into bed with him. He rolled over on his side to recapture you in his strong arms, pulling you back against his broad chest. He buried his face in your (h/l) hair, breathing in your warm ocean scent. He planted small, lazy kisses across the back of your neck, the heat of his breath on your skin causing you to shudder against him.

Thoughts of your first time together just a few hours ago swam through your mind, your body responding with that familiar pang low in your belly. It was as if he could read your body the way he moved his hand to cup your breast, brushing his thumb back and forth over your nipple.

You groaned and arched your back slightly. He shifted such that his hardening member grazed your swollen folds peeking out from behind your closed thighs, eliciting a quiet gasp from you. He could feel your slick beginning to coat the head of his weighty cock as he continued his light teasing.

He parted his lips behind the shell of your ear, releasing a long, hot breath. “You ready for me again so soon?”

The deep, gravelly sound of his voice right against your ear left you at a loss for words. All you could do was answer with an affirmative moan.

He reached between your bodies to guide his tip between your thighs, smearing his pre up and down your slit before lining himself up against your aching entrance.

You rolled your hips backwards, angling yourself to grant him easier access. He slowly pressed the head of his cock into your swollen pussy until you bottomed out around him. Your long, loud moan sounded foreign even to yourself. You were already throbbing around him. He set his pace, fucking you slow and deep, your tight cunt sucking his dick hard every time he withdrew.

“Shit…” he murmured. He dug his fingertips into your hips, guiding you along his strokes in time with the upward thrusts of his hips.

You felt your walls flutter before clamping down around him. “Katsukiiiii-“, you cried.

“I know, baby, me too…fuck…”

Your orgasm was swiftly followed by his own, your clenching pussy milking his fat cock of his hot seed.

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