Bunny 💗

bakugo loves eating it from the back, specifically. he kind of does it in a lazy way, too, because he's gonna be down there for a bit. you'll be on your belly, pillow under your chin while letting out soft breaths. he'll have your thighs pressing his biceps, licking your folds as he squeezes your ass.

ugh!!! bakugo would definitely be biting on your inner thighs, too. he growls!! and groans!!

Shirtless. Sweats slung low on his hips. Cooking like it was a damn sport.You stopped. Stared. Regretted nothing.

He didn’t even turn around. Just said, real casual,

“You gonna keep eye-fuckin’ me from the door, or you gonna come touch what’s yours?”

Your throat went dry. He chuckled, dark, low. The sound curled down your spine.

“Oh? My wife’s shy now?”

He finally turned, eyes locked on yours, wicked grin tugging at his mouth.

“Didn’t know watchin’ me stir soup got you all hot.”

You tried to speak. Failed.

He stepped in close, caging you against the counter with heat radiating off his bare skin.

“Say the word, baby. I’ll drop this ladle and spread you out on this countertop. I would rather want you as my meal anyways.”

And hell, he meant it.

Hope u like it luvs.

꒰ WATERPROOF MASCARA — izuku midoriya ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

cw : female reader, rough sex, readers a brat, unprotected sex, pwp, dacryphillia, spoiled reader, pet names !

this is … excessive.

that’s the only thing izuku can think of as he watches you from his spot on the bed, eyes bright and curious as you gaze into the mirror.

"what's this?" he sighs, moving the papers aside as he watches you fiddle with the plastic tube. he squints as you bring the wand to your lashes, eyes wide and mouth agape as you brush in careful strokes.

"waterproof mascara" you smile, pumping the wand in its tube before bringing it back up to your eyes, "bought it earlier today."

he blinks — his paperwork suddenly far less intriguing than it'd been for the last thirty minutes. izuku doesn't know much about makeup, but what he does know, is no one should have this much.

"mascara?” he starts, dragging his feet towards you, “don't you already have some of those..."

your gaze follows his, shelves full of makeup on your vanity suddenly mocking — colourful tubes and bright lettering decorating every surface.

"yeah, but this one's waterproof..." you lie, hoping he may have forgotten all the others you'd bought for the same reason.

sure, you had a couple, maybe a few more than the regular person should have — but trial and error is expensive, let alone the humiliation of raccoon eyes on a night out.

you don't know what you used to do to relax after a hard day before. but what you do know is it wasn't nearly as effective as this was.

nothing could be as effective as venting all your frustration to your boyfriend while he massages all the tension out your muscles including the one inside you.

"can you believe he- ah! mm~ yelled at me for that..?" you complained, throwing your head back in ecstasy. katsuki repositions you on the pillow he placed under your back. something he started doing because you were always complaining about the back pain you had after you two fucked.

it's proven successful, you've had less back pain since then. you'd probably have none if katsuki didn't go for so long. he brings your legs over his shoulder, leaning further into you. his chain hangs just over your skin, cold metal grazing you're skin when his thrusts get particularly deep.

"no i can't.." his eyes stay focused on the way is cock plunging into your pussy, only looking up occasionally to gauge your reaction when he does something different. if you didn't know better you'd think he was distracted but katsuki's always been a exceptional listener. and an even better multi-tasker. bringing up things you said in passing, yapping in his ear while he filled out paper work. things you forgot you said yourself, because when did you tell him that you liked the toilet paper under rather than over?

katsuki stares at you now, eyes half-lidded but still determined. "'m listening, baby.. then what?" his words come out so sweetly just above a whisper. breathless and raspy, like he's doing everything to hold back the moan stuck in his throat. he never lets you hear his whimpers and whines during sex no matter how much you tell him how attractive it is. only letting them out freely when he's overstimulated or tired. like when you take care of him after a bad day.

"then he kept bitching and moaning all.. oh my god- right there katsu~! hah.." katsuki perks at that mimicking that exact thrust over and over.. rubbing your clit with the hand that wasn't pining you down. "yeah..? right here?" he's voice louder now like that reaction gave him a boost of energy. you nod rapidly, the feeling of his mushroom tip against your g-spot wiping all remnants of your bad day from your head.

a/n: 🧨at it again w these freak ass ideas

chars: i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari 

i. midoriya 

► play audio

“baby- shit! hey.” he whines into the mic of his phone. “fuck baby, i miss you so much.” he tightens his grip around his cock. 

the sounds of his pre slicking his cock as he pumps himself quickly take over the audio. he can’t slow down, doesn’t want to, moaning out your name desperately. 

“want you to come home and ride me.” he gasps. “i mean.. yeah.” he nods. “wanna- hic! bury my face in your chest.” he’s fucking up into his hand. 

his pace is a little erratic, phone almost falling out of his hand as he gets too into it. he can’t hold back, is full out moaning and whimpering into the phone, pleading at you to come home. 

“please!” his heels dig into the bed, abs flexing, hair stuck to his forehead. “gonna cum! wish- wish it was in you.” he nods. “filling your pretty pussy.” his words are slurring. “yeahhh you take it so good.” 

he’s working himself up more with his words until he’s coating his fingers, sloppily fucking up into his hand as he cums all over himself. 

“made a mess.” he whines.

✓ sent

you: don’t clean up omw home

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k. bakugo

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“hey.” his voice low. “dunno why you can’t pick up your phone all of a sudden.” 

he squeezes around his tip, thumb swiping at the thick beads of pre and sliding it down his shaft. his abs flex, laughing a little when he thinks about what he’s doing. 

“got me doing some stupid shit while you’re gone.” he rolls his eyes. “what d’you think i’m doing?” he lets out a low groan. 

“why’d you- ngh! why’d you wear that tight ass skirt to go to the office?” he tosses his head back onto the pillow. “ass looked fuckin perfect.. always does.” 

he keeps his fist tight, stroking himself so slow pretending he’s got you under him, fucking you dumb. he’s coated in his pre now, slick sounds making their way into the speakers, breathing heavier now, practically panting. 

“shit you should come home, see the mess you’re having me make..” he chuckles into the phone.

with a couple more pants and grunts of your name he’s cumming all over his hands and stomach. he’s laughing as he looks at the audio bars. 

“better not tell anyone i sent you this shit.” he scoffs.

✓ sent

you: send ur whimpers and i’ll come home 

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s. todoroki 

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“um..” he grunts softly. “i.. dunno.. some of the guys say they send their girls um..” he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment like you're there. 

his hand is shaking as it slides down his dick, pre dribbling down and creating a quick schlick sound that has the tips of his ears turning red. 

“i’m touching myself.” he pants. “fuck- i.. i shouldn’t send this..” he shakes his head, thumb pressing against his tip. 

his hips are jerking up into his hand, tip so flushed and angry he can’t leave it be. he’s gulping down air, trying so hard to hold back his sounds only making them more whiny. 

“i’m sorry, i.. i should delete this or.. nghhh!” his hips jerk up into his hand. 

“wait it’s- hic! baby..” his breath is shaky. 

he thinks about you listening to this in your airpods at work and his balls tighten and he’s moaning and cumming all over his hands and stomach with your name on his lips. 

“fuckfuck.. how do i delete-”

✓ sent

you: please call me rn

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d. kaminari

► play audio 

“fuck, my shits so hard right now.” he lets out a breathy laugh. “hah- fuck.. thinking about you sitting that pussy right on me and soaking me.” 

he’s got drool on the side of his mouth already just thinking about your pretty body rubbing all over him. he’s whining and groaning into the phone like it’s your ear, tightening his hand trying his best to imitate your pussy. 

“want you to sit that pussy right on my mouth while i stroke my shit.” he grunts. “yeahhh, grinding all over my tongue- fuck! fuuuuck yeah, come home baby.” 

the sounds of him pumping himself get louder and he’s moaning shamelessly, letting out breathy laughs, whining your name. 

“gonna cum and make a mess.” he starts jerking himself faster. 

he brings his phone down closer to his dick, stroking faster so it’s louder, messier. his thighs are shaking, loud moans spilling from his lips as he starts to cum all over his fingers. 

“fuck ‘m gonna keep going.. keep cumming.. yeah fuck.” he nods. “gonna send you a video.” 

✓ sent

► play video 

you: facetime? im alone in my office 😛

wc ; 1.4k · ° .ᐟ

His strong arms had your thighs hooked his shoulders, and yanking your hips forward until your pussy was pressed right against his mouth. No teasing, no soft kisses — just pure hunger.

His tongue dragged heavy and flat up your entire slit, tasting every drop of how wet you already were.

He groaned at loud at your taste and buried his face in between your thighs, mouth open wide, licking and sucking like he was trying to devour you. His tongue pushed inside your hole, fucking in and out in deep, messy strokes while his nose rubbed hard against your clit.

“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he muttered against your pussy, voice low and rough. “Tastes so fucking good.”

Bakugou got louder, sloppier. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as he ate you like he was starved. He shook his head side to side, tongue flat and fast, coating his lips, chin, and cheeks in your slick.

Two thick fingers slid into you without warning, pumping deep and hard while his mouth locked onto your clit, sucking it hard between his lips.

You moaned loud, back arching, but he just gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you even closer, smothering himself in your pussy.

He was making a complete mess of your cunt. Every time his fingers thrust in, more slick gushed out around them, coating his hand and wrist.

He pulled his fingers out for a second, spread your pussy open with his thumbs, and spit directly on your clit before diving back in. His tongue flicked fast and aggressive over your clit while his fingers returned, curling deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over.

“Shit, listen to how wet you are,” bakugou groaned against you, the words vibrating right against your pussy. “You’re dripping all over my fucking face. Good girl… keep making a mess like that.”

He got even more aggressive, sucking your clit hard while his fingers fucked into you faster. The sounds were filthy — loud squelching, heavy slurping, his low groans mixing with your moans. Your thighs started shaking around his head, but he didn’t let up. If anything, bakugou held you tighter, forcing you to take every aggressive lick and thrust.

Your hips were grinding against his face now, chasing the feeling, and he loved it. Your fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer, desperate for more. He moaned into your cunt, encouraging you, letting you use his tongue however you needed.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, barely pulling his mouth off you to talk. “I want this pussy soaking me. Cum on my face baby.”

The pressure kept building fast. His fingers were relentless, curling and pumping deep while his tongue flicked and sucked your swollen clit without mercy. You were trembling hard, legs shaking uncontrollably around his shoulders. He could feel you getting close, so he doubled down, sucking harder, fingers moving faster, burying his face so deep he could barely breathe.

You came hard. Your whole body tensed up as the orgasm crashed through you. You gushed all over bakugou’s tongue, soaking his face completely. He kept his mouth open, licking and drinking up everything you gave him while your juices ran down his chin.

“That’s it baby, don’t fucking stop cumming” He didn’t pull away even for a second. He kept licking and sucking through your orgasm, dragging it out, making you shake and whimper as wave after wave hit you.

He groaned loudly into your pussy the whole time, clearly loving how much you were soaking him. Only when your legs went limp and you started twitching from overstimulation did he finally slow down.

Bakugou gave your pussy a few more long, slow licks, cleaning up every drop that tried to escape, before pulling his face back slightly.

His entire lower face was wrecked — shiny, dripping, lips swollen and red. Strands of your slick connected his mouth to your pussy before they broke as he pulled away. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, breathing heavy, but the smirk on his wet lips said everything.

✩ ꒱ room for one more? — ft. Izuku midoriya & eijirou kirishima .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero deku, pro hero kirishima & fem!reader. fingering, public sex, cucking, submissive reader, dominant krdk, dub con subtexts, implied intoxication. krdk mentioned on da rbs of this post by @notvil ( i hope this is ok vivi!!)

i just think that kiri n izuku are the perfect sleazy slimeball pairing together and they’d absolutely bully a reader into a relationship with them because they find out you’re so easy to share.

if you’re already kirishima’s girl, then he probably has you trained. you’d do anything he asks you to because his voice is sweet when he talks, full of candy cane promises of the world even if you don’t want it from him. and if you’re already izuku’s then you’re free to do whatever you want so long as it aligns with what pleases him. you want to kiss someone else? sure, but it’s got to be someone he likes, someone he knows is desperate to have what isn’t theirs. you want to fuck someone else? as long as he’s in the room, guiding them into hanging every star in the sky amongst the sparkling flecks in your eyes.

so it’s only natural that the two of them would gravitate towards sharing you. izuku doesn’t mind that you cling to kirishima all night while catching up with his old friends — he knows all the signs; the way you blink up at the big red head just waiting to be manhandle n rub yourself against him every time he laughs or smiles your way. it’s cute, because izuku knows red riot would be able to handle any demands you make and would push you past any limits when you suddenly decide what you’re getting is all too much.

suguru geto is supposed to be your fuckbuddy, but he’s so boyfriend-coded that everyone just assumes you’re dating. “just friends,” except he shows up with flowers and your favorite snacks like a dutiful partner—then thirty minutes later he’s got you gagging on his cock til your throat aches. and of course, sweet suguru makes amends with a cup of herbal tea.

“not your boyfriend,” yet he still feeds you bites off his plate, and carefully wipes soy sauce from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. everyone can see the way he looks at you.

and maybe it’s easier to let your friends gossip than admit the same man who kneels to tie your shoelace is the one fucking you into his sheets hours later. the cognitive dissonance should feel absurd, but it doesn’t. it feels perilously natural.

you remind him he’s not your boyfriend. over and over like a mantra. you remind yourself too, in the post-coital afterglow when he’s holding you in his arms, lips pressed to your temple, after he’s fucked you like he hates you.

vs

a trans woman, drag queen and recent contestant on drag race has lost all of her social media accounts, and hence multiple bookings, because some washed up actress successfully sued her for the rights to "Lexi Love" because its what she named her business of....making shitty AI generated images. at one point she flat out said she didnt want her "brand" tarnished by association with a trans woman with a history of survival sex work, homelessness, and drug use. this poor woman has been through enough in life, was clearly going through a lot while filming a reality tv show, and now only has access to social media under her deadname.

Ven*o: @ mslexilove

“that’s it baby? that’s as far as you can go?” choso smirked looking at you whimper as you bounced on his cock. his hands were tired behind the chair, body free of any clothing. tattoos and piercings out and free in all its glory. the pink dress lingerie bounced with your ass, you stood on your toes whimpering. pussy stretched to capacity and you could not take anymore of him. “s-shut upmmm” you eyes rolled trying to ease down a little more. choso was thick and long, pierced tip and veiny perfectly for hitting every bump and curve in your pretty pussy. you leaked so much, cream dripping from your hole down your thigh to his balls - and legs. “it’s okay my pretty baby. untie daddy and he’ll help”

choso sat against the my melody roller chair as if he was on a beach. his mouth watered at your pretty tits bouncing from the fabric of the lingerie. your nipples were hard and suckable. you look so pretty. his chipped painted nails clawed into his skin trying to keep control. “cmon princess, let daddy breed you” he rotated his hips staring up at you. your eyes interlocked, you cheeks puffy pink blush complimenting your brown skin beautifully. “don’t you wanna have my babies?” he said so smooth twisting his wrist around in the fluffy cuffs. “chocho gonna get that belly full and swollen yea? make my claim, everyone will know who you belong to” he watched your restraint slip, your eyes getting droopy, lip poking out.

you bite your plump bottom lip moaning and bouncing a little faster. “take the cuffs off baby” choso nearly growled, his cock leaked in you, his balls we’re big and heavy and his patience? what even is that. “n-no! m’a big gri-“ the wind was knocked from your lungs as choso picked you up and slammed balls deep in your cunt. you let out a silent scream squirting, but choso put you against the chair and continued to fuck you. “i. don’t. give. a. damn.” his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, his heart wanted to care about the pretty tears that left your eyes, but his body couldn’t. “you like your chocho mean baby huh?” picking you back up he took his seat back and grabbed underneath your underarms.

“huh?” he grunted, fucking you down on him. your tummy bulged, pussy wet and creamy. his lips hooked onto your brown nipple sucking and bitting. “n-no! cho pleaseeee” your cunt burned in the best way. you tummy tingling. “p-please baby pleaseee” you didn’t know what you were pleading for but as he pushed your face into your neck and shushed you while fucking up into you, your heart exploded.

sugar daddy!nanami who spoils you like it’s second nature — hand on the small of your back in public, black card ready at the register, buying you whatever you so much as glance at. a gentleman in every way… until the door closes and he has you naked, trembling, and spread out under him.

now, your knees are hooked over his thick forearms, back arched off the bed as his cock drives into you in deep, punishing strokes that have you screaming into the sheets. “ahhh—k-kento—ahh—s’too much—so deep—!” you wail, nails clawing at his forearms.

“you can take it.” his voice is steady, low — the same calm tone he uses in the boardroom, but now it’s paired with the heavy slap of his hips against yours. “let me in, sweetheart… there you go. that’s my good girl.” your walls flutter around his thick cock, every thrust bottoming out until the blunt head kisses your cervix, making you choke on a sob. you’re a mess beneath him — drool slipping from your lips, tears streaking your cheeks, legs trembling and cunt gushing so much it’s dripping onto the sheets.

“f-fuck—ahhh—kento—feels—feels s’good—” you babble, barely able to get the words out between cries. nanami’s big frame presses you into the mattress, sweat beading at his temple as he fucks you harder, hips rolling deep. “look at you… so wet for me. creaming all over my cock.” he groans low, keeping his gaze locked on your face as if your ruined expression is his favorite view in the world.

your orgasm hits hard — back arching, cunt spasming as you scream his name. he doesn’t slow, driving you through it until your body goes limp, legs shaking uncontrollably.

“too much?” he asks quietly, though his hips never stop. “ahhh—n-no—please—more—” you sob, voice cracking. “good girl,” he murmurs, and the next thrust buries him to the hilt. “fuck, baby...” you feel the hot flood of his release fill you, his cock still pounding until every drop is deep inside.

when he finally slows, he keeps you pinned, one large hand cupping your flushed cheek. “all mine,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your damp temple. “we keep it right here.” his hips grind once more, just to make sure, and you whimper — completely fucked-out and ruined under him.

based on this req !

kinktober 25' masterlist

day 1 . cream pie ୨ yuji ୧

day 2 . breath play ୨ toji ୧

day 3 . spanking ୨ gojo ୧

day 4 . cock warming ୨ toji ୧

day 5 . first time ୨ gojo ୧

day 6 . period sex ୨ choso ୧

day 7 . camboy ୨ toji ୧

day 8 . size difference ୨ toji ୧

day 9 . threesome ୨ suguru and gojo ୧

day 10 . office sex ୨ nanami ୧

day 11 . breeding kink ୨ toji ୧

day 12 . blindfolds ୨ gojo ୧

day 13 . dry humping ୨ yuji ୧

day 14 . gun play ୨ toji ୧

day 15 . nipple play ୨ megumi ୧

day 16 . just the tips ୨ sukuna ୧

day 17 . oral ୨ megumi ୧

day 18 . public sex ୨ choso ୧

day 19 . body worship ୨ yuji ୧

day 20 . hate fucking ୨ gojo ୧

day 21 . anal ୨ sukuna ୧

day 22 . humiliation ୨ suguru ୧

day 23 . tongue piercing ୨ choso ୧

day 24 . monster fucking ୨ sukuna ୧

day 25 . professor x student ୨ gojo ୧

day 26 . corruption ୨ yuji ୧

day 27 . daddy kink ୨ toji ୧

day 28 . phone sex ୨ gojo ୧

day 29 . bathtub ୨ hiromi ୧

day 30 . raw ୨ toji ୧

day 31. costume sex ୨ gojo, suguru, nanami, hiromi, toji ୧

hi everyone ! I will be partaking in kinktober this year, I have finalized the master list and this will begin starting on october 1st, of course. ask to be tagged in all or a certain fic !

"Choso, I c-can't..." You're so nervous when you're grinding against Choso's abdomen, soaking every muscle and that black trail of hair under his flat belly button.

"Yeah you can, c'mere angel," he's got those big hands wrapped around your waist. "Sit on my face."

"What if you can't breathe!?" You're trembling, movements halted, he chuckles then, fingers flitting to your thighs, black painted nails pressing against your skin.

"I will be fine, more worried about you drowning me."

"Oh!" You're blushing now, he tugs you up until you're bracing yourself on the headboard. "Cho!"

"Want you to drip on my face," he whispers, amethyst eyes gone dark. You cry out when his long pink tongue slips up your slit, collecting the thin strings of slick already gathered. "Fuck you're sweet..."

"Oh my god," you're gasping out when the barbell of his tongue ring flicks your twitchy clit. You're still holding yourself up, hands trembling when he smirks up at you.

"I said sit on my face, not hover," you squeak when he drags you down, groaning. "That's it, soak me, please."

You're lost then, his neediness too much, you firmly put your puffy cunt right on his handsome face, tugging at the inky strands that have come undone from his pony tails. His tongue slips up between your folds, dragging down into your slick hole.

"Choso! Ngh!" Your sounds, your juices flowing make him throb, cock pulsing so much precum from his blushed tip. He's whining out as he devours every bit that drops.

His nose bumps your clit, your juices making the tattoo there just glisten, while your hole quivers and grips that wet muscle. He curls it just so while grabbing your ass, tugging you somehow even closer.

"M'close! Ah, please, there..." You're arching now, the sensations enhanced when he moans against you, vibrating your clit.

Choso loves to eat you out, but you've never done it this way, the insecurities at this angle long forgotten with how he devotedly drinks every bit of you. You're rolling your hips with his guidance, his own arching up, fucking the air, just your cunt making him almost cum.

"Cum on me. Fucking suffocate me - ah - please baby," he murmurs, pulling back to spread your cunt wide open, long lashes casting over lidded eyes. "You can do it f'me, can't you?"

You nod quickly, letting go and pressing your thighs on either side of his head, and that's when the tightness in your core releases, and you shatter. Cumming all over your boyfriends face, soaking every bit of him as the wetness just gushes down, aftershocks pulsing through you.

He's groaning, sucking all he can whole your movements slow, thighs trembling. Your arousal coats his tastebuds, his chin, fuck it's dripping down his throat, earning a few more desperate flicks that push you again, and make his cock just spurt out milky cum.

"Oh my g-god, pussy s'perfect," he slurs his words as he whimpers just a bit, and you turn a bit to see his pretty cock cumming for you.

"Mnh. Let me clean you, Choso... ah!" He's just spun you so you're still straddling his face, but now his cock is right against your lips. You lick a stripe under that tip, gasping when he's slipping two thick fingers in your walls.

"Not done yet, pretty girl."