¿what is being productive?

hey, satoru never claimed to be very sensible when it came to you.

it had started long before you had even agreed to go out with him. back when he still had a big, fat and very poorly concealed crush on you. his mind was his biggest opp, truly.

sitting down in class, staring at the back of your head as he imagined scenarios of some other douche asking you out - and his biggest nightmare - you agreeing.

or, the thought of there being someone else who would snatch you right up before satoru built up the courage to ask you out.

back then, these thoughts gave him the push he desperately needed. he asked you out, you agreed, and he's been living his blissfully happy life ever since.

except...

satoru had his weight pinning you down in a mean mating press, his thick cock particularly hard today as he thrusted inside you like a mad man.

"'t-toruuuu-" you sobbed, your fingers digging in the skin of his back as you held on for dear life as your boyfriend pounded in you. the bed was creaking under the weight of satoru's hurried thrusts, making sounds that were lewder than the symphony of moans and cries leaving your mouth.

"y-y'belong to me," satoru panted, bringing his head to the side of your neck. he bit down on it, making your arch up and cry out.

"p-plea- hngh- haaah," you moaned, trying to twist your neck off his jaw, "s-slo- p-pleas-"

he brought his hand under your thigh, pulling your leg over his shoulder. the angle made you gasp out as satoru's weeping cock hit that particular spot, over and over again.

"say it," he gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. his cock twitched at the sight of your fucked-out expression, his pupils dilating as he felt a surge of pride.

i did this, he thought, turning his hips up a notch. mine, she's mine.

"s-say it," he repeated, releasing your jaw, "you're mine, ngh-"

you moaned out some gibberish, too far gone to concentrate on what your boyfriend was saying as you tried to survive his relentless thrust, mind more focused on your oncoming orgasm.

"baby," he dipped down, taking your open mouth in a sloppy kiss before biting down on your lower lip, "y'r mine, baby, please, say it."

you nod, tears streaming down your face as you clench down hard on his cock, “‘m- m’yours- hic- youurs—”

“atta girl,” he presses a kiss on your calf, gripping your hips as he slams inside of you, grinning when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you cum all over his cock, fists gripping the sheets as you arch off the bed.

“s-so- fuckkk… so pretty,” he doesn’t slow down, fucking you through the orgasm as he bends down, “so pretty.. ngh- a-and all f’me.”

“satoruuuu,” you garble against his mouth as he kisses you again, pressing his entire weight on top of you, “slow down— please— hic!”

you are aware of katsuki’s strength. who isn’t? he’s a hotshot (heavy on hot) pro hero, climbing the ranks as soon as he stepped in. it would be hard not to notice his strength. in the way he walks, talks—it exudes from him openly and daringly.

you are aware of his strength when you watch on the news a recap of his fights with villains, costume ripped over his arms, the noticeable biceps bulging every movement he makes on the defense or offense.

physically, the bulge of his biceps raises the understanding of strength—although it is an understatement—along with his large, warm hands. big enough to hold, envelop, take.

when he isn’t plowing down villains or saving civilians, the strength comes to you. it lies within how his hands move to your back, gently (yet you feel his strength intimately in how he pulls you in) pulling you to his chest to hug you. you feel it when his face lands in the juncture of your neck, letting out mumbled rumble before sliding his hands under the curve of your ass, lifting you up as you let out a big squeal with a laugh that rings delicately in his ears.

you feel it when his hand is buried between your thighs. your back pressed against his chest, slightly squirming against him when his thick fingers into your sopping pussy. when he pumps his fingers, he prods the spongy spot in your cunt, producing whines you try to muffle with your fist in his hand. futile attempt—you know that hand won’t do anything for you.

as he curls his fingers you jolt, hips raising. a shaky gasp leaves you as you adorably pinch your eyebrows, as if you’re confused to give into the wracking pleasure or run away.

however, you only have one option to begin with, a deploy of false possibilities for you to even think he’ll let you get away.

you’re moving waaaaay too much for his liking, so he wraps one arm around your legs, pulling them up to your chest, legs bending at your knees. the angle makes you let out a loud moan.

you feel even more exposed, your pussy now right in his girl without anything to cover it. it makes your fist fall away from your mouth (why was it even there anyway? you know he wants to hear you) as he curls his fingers much deeper in this position. “i—i can’t!” you whine, “s’ too much—“

smack!

a tut of disapproval leaves his lips, smacking your cunt which makes you gasp. “didn’t ask ya’, sweets.” he adds another thick finger along with his two inside your cunt, flicking your clit which makes you feel sharp pleasure, “she can take it.”

even within your pursuit to squirm from his ministrations, you cant move. he’s hardly using most of his strength, and he’s still pinning you to take what he gives. its a realization that your body has already thrummed, and it makes you clench around his fingers

he lets out a cocky laugh to himself. “see? she likes it.”

another moment rings when he fucks you—in this moment, you’re on all fours. a pathetic arch you’re in, incapable of holding yourself up due to his pleasure thrusts. he grinds his chubby tip rush into your g-spot, pressing his pelvis against your ass with a sharp plap!

he lets out a triumphant laugh at your position, too fucked out to even fuck back onto him, your hips twitching every-time he slides back into your needy pussy. sucking him in once he pulls out, as if you dont want to let go. don’t let go—in fact, he’ll do the work.

he wraps his arm around your neck, giving a small squeeze of his bicep which makes you moan. his dick twitches inside of you as he hauls you up, pressing his chest into your back.

he pulls out before thrusting back into you, the angle sending him deeper into your walls. a unison moan, his more rumbly as he leans in, getting a rhythm to his movements. he keeps you pressed against him not only with his bicep, but with the pressure of his hand pushing on your liwer stomach.

his strength is a multidimensional ability that you and katsuki both exploit.

katsuki x reader

contains- heavy smut,themes of masturbation,cunnilingus,freaky,he’s kinds freaky,eating out,female reader,afab reader,he doesn’t cum sorry fellas.

sypnosis- you call him a freak so he has to prove how freaky he can really get.

wc- no idea

a/n: this is a draft. i’m currently waiting for my dealer to drop my shrooms so no i barely wrote this all reqs will be dropped later this week.

a/n: realistically i don’t think he’d be like this at all i think he wouldn’t have gaf but this is the shit i get likes for so i believe it’s ooc but ppl need shit to goon to and i’m proud to be that.

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it started at nothing, nothing recognisable atleast. his head was resting between your thighs his favourite place to lay mostly because it earnt him head scratches.

you half registered what he was doing down there, in such an odd and specific place to love so much. your lips curled up in a small smile.

“your such a freak baby.” you said giggling after the word.

almost immediately his eyebrows pulled together, phone light still glowing across his face but he wasn’t focused on it anymore.

“a freak? fuck d’you mean a freak.” he grunted out, automatically thinking you were calling him a weirdo, insulting him even.

“y’know a little sex freak.”

that only earnt an even more confused look

“..elaborate..?” he said lowly, your eyes rolled at how dense he was.

“a freak, yknow someone who’s just always sexual.” you said like he was meant to know this, watching the phone drop onto the mattress.

“me? always sexual?” his voice rang out like it was a challenge, maybe he liked being a freak.

“i mean— yeah i guess.. i didn’t mean it like—“

his grin was already there though.

“no no no you think i’m some freak? oh baby i’ll show you a freak.” you blinked at his response the pool already heating below your stomach. oh shit. before you knew it his fingers were slowly hooked on your shorts.

grumbling something about being a freak as he dragged your hips to the end of the bed throwing the shorts across the room.

“callin me a freak— baby your not far off me if i’m a freak.” he said voice already too smug. as he dropped to his knees almost excited..? your lips tried to fight a smile at just how simply he could get worked up.

within a second he pressed his lips against the slick of your pussy and boy—

his mouth was a fucking menace. hot breath rolling against your soaked cunt, tongue already dragging slow and hard through your folds

humming like he was eating dinner, eyes shut like he was in heaven.

your hands gripped the sheets. chest already arching within less then a minute.

“k-katsuki—ohmygod, ohmygod—”

he moaned into you. then spoke.

just to hear what his voice sounded like down there.

all breathy and smug, lips shiny, tongue messy.

“yeah? taste so fuckin sweet, baby—fuckin candy pussy—so good, y’got no idea what you’re doin to me—”

his nose bumped your clit as he groaned again. your whole spine arched.

“please—p-please, don’t stop—”

“who the fuck said i would?” he laughed low. then licked again. slower this time. deeper. meaner.

his hand pressed your thigh down gently, head shaking like he was trying to bury himself deeper.

you whimpered again, voice pathetic, and he loved it.

his hips ground into the mattress.

literally.

a full groan left his throat when your hand finally reached down

fingers threading into his blonde hair, pulling on it like you needed something to keep you grounded.

he spoke again, voice vibrating right into your cunt.

“that’s it, baby. fuckin whimper for me. yeah? want me to keep goin, huh? keep bein’ a fucking freak for you?”

you moaned. loud. so loud.

his lips were drenched. chin slick. and he didn’t stop, it didnt even look like he wanted to.

he grinned into you, open-mouthed kisses messily against your folds, his tongue dragging everywhere.

“mm fuck—your nearly cryin again, huh?” he laughed, low and sick in the head. “makin a mess just from my tongue? that’s my good girl—”

he finally slipped in a finger. just one.

you shook, literally shook, full body trembles.

his mouth broke off just enough to speak again, face soaked, eyes barely open.

“tight little pussy’s tryna keep me out—fuckin greedy, huh?” he muttered, tongue flicking slow against your clit as he pushed the finger in deeper. “need me everywhere? god, baby, you’re unreal—takin it so good—”

“s-suki, fuckfuck please—”

“what?” he panted against you, thumb gently circling now, finger crooked just right. “this too much? too fuckin good? c’mon, baby, gimme one more. gimme another. right on my tongue—please, your freaks fuckin starving—”

he bit your inner thigh.

somehow the mix of pain and pleasure was enough for you to finally cum

loud and messy.

thighs clamped around his head, voice high. hips grinding up into his face.

and he groaned, tongue still working, chin drenched now.

“ohh fuuuuck, yeah—there she fuckin is—good girl, yeah? fuckin drippin for me—fuckin love it—”

he didn’t stop.

didn’t fucking stop.

his tongue kept going.

one finger still inside, fucking you through it, hips grinding into the bed like he was desperate.

your hand in his hair. your moans broken now, wrecked. your other hand covering your face.

“fuck, suki—s-sensitive, i can’t—fuck—please—”

“yes you can,” he muttered, mouth open, licking fast, eyes blown out of his skull. “you fuckin can. one more, baby. just one more. y’got it in you. need to feel it—need you to fuckin cry again for me—c’mon.”

he added a second finger, curling his digits just right till they hit they gummy spot inside of you while he sucked on your clit

you nearly convulsed from how good it felt, cumming against against his slick lips riding out the high as his fingers slowly left your pussy

meeting his mouth as he sucked off the remaining juices

he smiled.

head resting on the side of your thigh with a lazy grin as he spoke.

“mm.. maybe i am a freak..”

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a/n: decided to post this while waiting for my shrooms dealer

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── You don't like crowds. That's alright, 𝑆𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜 doesn't either. In fact, he wishes he could spend all of his time with you instead of forcing himself to socialize. It's just... so much better. Hitoshi has been a solitary person since childhood. He used to believe that it's due to the isolation he experienced because of his quirk — that he learned to live without the help of others. However, some of it must lie in his character already. For even now, despite being surrounded by people who don't judge him for his abilities, who go so far as to admire him for them, he prefers his dorm over their presence from time to time.

Sure, it's nice to know that they care about him and some chaos can be fun, too. However, he found that the perfect balance is you. You in his room, preferably. Isolation feels good, feels incredible when you're there with him. Hitoshi hasn't ever felt as seen as he does with your observant eyes on him and no conversation ever came close to those you share in the quiet hours away from everyone else. Frankly, to say he has fallen for you would be an understatement. He needs to be alone with you because that's where he can concentrate completely on you, without the distractions of company. Your mind is brilliant and your words seem to sparkle. He wants to know your every thought, and he desires to be for you what you are for him... someone who cares. Because he does, deeply.

Whenever you're sitting on his bed next to him, telling him whatever passes through your mind at the moment (unfiltered, because you don't feel the need to hide away with him) his lavender eyes lock on you, glued to your lips. He focuses on the smallest of facial impressions to gauge your feelings, the shadow hushing over your face when you speak about something that worries you and the excited smile when you ask for his opinion on a topic. It makes him want to kiss you. You fascinate him.

Hitoshi is glad that you prefer shared solitude over company as well, because those cherished hours shut off from the outside are his favorite in the whole world.

cw: 18+ mdni gojo is pussy-drunk, oral (f!reader receiving), no use of y/n, fluff

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he’s nestled between your legs, his head slightly resting on your thigh, tongue swirling over your swollen clit. he’s been at this for god knows how long already—licking and suckling on your clit like it was his lifeline.

you were exhausted from the many orgasms he managed to pull from you.

“just one more, baby,” he pleaded, voice low and a little wrecked, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs. “can you do that for me?"

you nodded, and his lips closed around your clit. you moaned breathlessly, back arching slightly off his bed. you dared a glance down at him and your cunt clenched around nothing.

the sight of him alone almost sent you barreling over the edge. his cheeks were glistening with your slick, white hair completely tousled and messy from how hard you’d been pulling on it, those brilliant blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lashes fluttering like he was fighting sleep just to keep tasting you.

“satoru,” you whine, reaching down to grab his hand. he takes hold of it immediately, giving you a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

his eyes slip shut as he loses himself in the taste of you. lips still working against your clit, slow and indulgent.

slower. slower. slower.

he’s barely tracing the tip of his tongue through your folds now, movements lazy and dreamy, those long white lashes resting against his flushed cheeks. his breathing has gone deep and even, warm puffs of air against your over-sensitive skin.

❥ FLUFF! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Y/N’s gentle encouragement and Katsuki’s blunt honesty helps Izuku find the courage to face his relationship troubles, leaving the couple to finally enjoy their night alone.

"Izuku, you have to breathe." Y/N spoke gently, reaching out to pat his arm. Izuku sat at the small table, his head buried in his hands, looking smaller than he ever had. Y/N sat across from him, her expression full of concern.

On the living room couch, just a few feet away, Katsuki was slouched back, scrolling through his phone with a scowl. He wasn't looking at them, but his ears were practically twitching.

"Fights with Ochaco feel scary because you love her, but they aren't the end. You both love each other, very much." Y/N soothed—

"It's because he's a damn pushover!" Katsuki barked from the couch. "Probably just stood there stuttering while she laid everything out. You can't solve a fight if you don't actually say what's on your mind, Deku. Quit ass kissin'—"

"Katsuki!" Y/N scolded, throwing a look over her shoulder. She turned back to Izuku, who looked even more wilted. "Ignore him. Just focus on being kind, but make sure she knows that her words hurt you."

Gege has actually done a wonderful job with Yuujis character and his circumstances and id like to extrapolate a bit about it here

Now yuuji is an interesting character as like people have pointed out he doesn't actually fullfill the typical characteristics of a shonen protagonist. He is never ever going to become the strongest of his series (unless gege like kills literally everyone else, can't really tell with this guy) and after chapter 261 I don't really know if he is even going to be the one to kill sukuna.

I think the main sole thing that characterizes yuuji is his lack of anatomy. A reoccurring theme through out yuuji's development through the manga is his how he doesn't actually have any control of his life or the direction of his life. He is, as he very aptly put, just a cog in someone else's grand production, specifically in this case kenjaku's.

As we all know kenjaku designed yuuji to be sukuna's vessel. That was his main purpose. In fact I believe that he even designed yuuji to be able to suppress sukuna.

If sukuna had managed to take over yuuji's body completely after one finger then it would have been very very likely that he would have been destroyed but gojo immediately, with absolutely no chance of regaining all his powers. But yuuji being able to suppress sukuna gave the sorcerers a false sense of security and helped sukuna to be protected until he could gain enough of his powers to be able to beat gojo. In fact yuuji being able to suppress sukuna actually helped sukuna to get his fingers back at a much faster rate as even sorcerers were finding them and feeding them to yuuji. In this case yuuji didn't act as much as a vessel for sukuna rather he was a kind of incubator that allowed sukuna to gain his powers in a safe environment until he was able to escape to another's body and then gain back his own.

This essentially makes us question, how much of yuuji was just a natural product of his personness and how much of it was a product of kenjaku creating the most unassuming and sympathetic character to reduce the chances of execution once sukuna reincarnates. How much of his kind and giving nature was him and how much was carefully planned by kenjaku?