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Link 3 - doggy to missionary
Link 4 - he loves teasing you with his tongue
Link 5 - slapping and kneading your ass as he fingers you
girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'
STOP PUTTING YOUR OC UNDER âX READERâ!!!!! I DONT WANT TO READ YOUR STINKY LOVE STORY, *I* WANT TO BE THE LOVE STORY!!!!
album âą 18 May 2025
âą SOME GIRL
âsearching for compatibility, looking for the one thatâs right for me.â
âą aquascape
âą LOVE
âkeep it a hundred, iâd rather trust you than to (love me).â
âą summer nights
âą MY GIRL
âi guess youâd say, what can make me feel this way?â
âą sero hanta is loud
âą PRETTY VISITORS
âwhat came first, the chicken or the dickhead?â
âą non-sexual intimacy
âą LOYALTY
âtell me when your loyalty is coming from the heart.â
âą delicates (and other soft things)
âą DONâT RUSH
âshawty said theyâre best friends, i bet they both fuck.â
âą munch
âą STRIKE A POSE
âhold that position, quick let me get my phone out.â
âą best friendâs brother
âą undercovers
âą CLOUDED
âiâm still on the east side smoking with my ogâs, âcos they the only ones that really know me.â
âą 2AM IN CENTRAL
âglasses are filled to the brim, finally taking it in,â
âą RICHMAN! feat. denki k.
âthree babies in the backseat singing (to you), hey dj wonât you play that song (for me),â
âą roll over feat. denki k.
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âWhat turns the MHA men on instantly!
â âąâ â°Summary: Headcanons and a scenario of what turns the MHA men on instantly and gets them going!
ê„ê·â§âËPairing: Bakugou Katsuki x reader ; Kirishima Eijirou x reader ; Denki Kaminari x reader ; Sero Hanta x reader
 ïœĄïŸ .*Tags: cute ; seductive ; sexy ; kissing ; make-out ; fluff ; love
â©.*:ïœĄWord-count: I think 8-9k
ââąÂ°âąA/N: I wouldnât really say itâs turn one but also just things they like and appreciate! Fluff and a little pinch of sexuality is evident. I tried my best and hope you guys enjoy xx
âHeadcanons of the MHA men
Bakugou Katsuki
Whispering In His Ear: It's a vulnerable spot. To let you close enough to Murmur something only he can hearâa secret, a compliment, a dirty little promiseâis an act of immense trust. The feeling of your breath against his skin can make his entire body seize up.
Wearing His Clothes: Specifically, his black skull-print t-shirts or a worn-in hoodie. Seeing you in his things, swallowed by the fabric that smells like him (faintly of caramel and smoke), triggers a primal, territorial part of his brain.
Subtle, Possessive Touches: In private, a hand ghosting up his back to squeeze his shoulder, fingers tracing the ridiculously sharp lines of his deltoids, or a thumb stroking over his knuckles. These small, claiming gestures bypass his verbal defenses and go straight to his system.
Praise for his skills: Not his Quirk. Praise his cooking, his strategic mind, his surprising dexterity with detailed tasks. Acknowledging the things he's worked hard on, separate from his innate power, makes him feel seen in a way that fuels a possessive sort of pride.
Matching his Passion: He finds it incredibly hot when you don't back down from an argument. When you can meet his intensity with your own fire, standing your ground and challenging him, it shows him you see him as an equal.
Kirishima Eijirou
Taking the Initiative: While he loves to dote on you, he melts when you take the lead. Grabbing him by the shirt for a kiss, pushing him back onto the couch, or whispering what you want from him makes him feel incredibly desired.
Playful Biting: A playful, sharp nip to his shoulder, bicep, or even his jawline when heâs hardened. Itâs a fun, feral little challenge that his Quirk is uniquely suited for, and he finds it ridiculously hot.
Praise for His Emotional Manliness:Forget his muscles. Tell him, "It was so manly how you comforted Uraraka after that test," or "The manliest thing about you is how kind you are."
Casual, Constant Affection: He lives for it. Playing with his hair while you watch a movie, holding his hand while you walk, leaning your head on his shoulder for no reason. These small acts of love make him feel grounded and adored.
Genuine Vulnerability: When you feel safe enough to cry in front of him or confess a fear, it doesn't make him see you as weak. It triggers a deep, primal instinct to protect and cherish you. Your trust in him is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Denki Kaminari
Carefree Physical Touch: Ruffling his hair, leaning against him while youâre standing around, throwing an arm over his shoulder. Heâs incredibly tactile, and these casual, friendly touches are like stocking a furnace thatâs just waiting for a spark.
Loving His Music:When you genuinely jam out to a new song heâs excited about, or you put on one of his playlists and sing along. Sharing his passions and showing you get his vibe is a massive turn-on.
Playful Competitiveness: Challenging him in video games, especially rhythm games or fighters. The trash talk, the focused energy, the way you bump his shoulder when you winâit all fuels a fun, electric tension.
Needing His Tech Help: Asking him to help you fix your laptop, set up a new speaker system, or jailbreak your phone. It allows him to show off a skill he's genuinely good at and makes him feel useful and competent.
Praising His Intelligence: Seriously. Complimenting his surprising knowledge of literature or modern art, or telling him his plan for a team exercise was "brilliant." It bypasses his goofy flirt filter and hits him right in the heart (and lower).
Sero Hanta
Showing Casual Physical Dominance: Because he's so laid back, he finds it incredibly hot when you take charge in a small, playful way. Grabbing his hoodie to pull him down for a kiss, or shoving him playfully. It's an exciting change of pace.
Falling Asleep on Him: The ultimate sign of trust and comfort. If you can nod off using his shoulder or chest as a pillow, it sends a wave of protective, possessive warmth through him that is deeply arousing.
Laughing at His Dumb Jokes: When he cracks a truly terrible pun and you let out a genuine, unforced laugh, it makes him feel seen. He loves making you happy, and your laughter is his favorite sound.
Lazy Day Cuddles: He is the king of low-energy affection. Spending a whole Sunday in sweatpants, tangled up with you on the couch watching movies, is his idea of a perfect date and gets his mind racing in the best way.
Appreciating His Quirk for Mundane Things: Genuinely delighting in it when he uses his tape to grab a remote from across the room or rig up a hammock for a lazy afternoon. It makes him feel clever and appreciated.
âScenarios of the MHA men
Bakugou Katsuki
The air in the training gym was thick with the smell of ozone, sweat, and effort. You were both utterly spent, leaning against opposite walls of Gamma Gym, chests heaving. It had been less of a spar and more of a mutual beatdown, a way to work off the adrenaline from a patrol that had gone sideways earlier that day. Bakugou had been a hair's breadth from blowing a city block to smithereens over a low-level villain whoâd gotten a lucky shot in on you. You'd stopped him, but the rage had simmered in him all day.
âYouâre getting predictable with that left hook,â he rasped, wiping a smear of grime from his cheek with the back of his hand. His voice was rough, but it lacked its usual bite. It was just an observation.
âAnd youâre still over-relying on your right to set up a blast,â you shot back, a faint smirk playing on your lips despite the ache in your ribs. âOne of these days, someoneâs gonna take your arm off.â
A sharp, dangerous grin stretched across his face. This. He lived for this. âLet the fuckers try.â
He pushed himself off the wall, muscles coiling and uncoiling under sweat-slickened skin. He strode over to you, his red eyes scanning you from head to toe, cataloging the new bruise forming on your jaw, the way your training top was ripped at the shoulder. He didn't offer a hand. He just stood in front of you, a formidable mountain of pissed-off man.
âYouâre a mess,â he grunted.
âYouâre one to talk,â you retorted, finally finding the energy to stand. You were close now, close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. You reached out, your fingers gently touching the edge of a cut on his cheekbone. He flinched, but didn't pull away. âThis is going to need cleaning.â
His jaw worked, his gaze intense. âWhatever.â
The walk back to the dorms was mostly silent, the comfortable quiet of two people who had exhausted all need for words. You showered separately, the hot water a blessed relief on screaming muscles. When you emerged, wrapped in a towel, you found him in the communal kitchen, the lights dimmed. The tell-tale clang of a knife against a cutting board echoed softly. He was meticulously dicing onions, his movements precise and economical. Already dressed in a loose black tank top and grey sweatpants, he seemed to have shed the explosive hero persona, leaving only Katsuki.
You padded over, leaning against the counter and just watching him for a moment. He moved with a brutal sort of grace, even with something as mundane as making dinner.
âYou know,â you began, your voice soft, âeveryone talks about your power. How big your explosions are.â He grunted, not looking up. âBut they never talk about this. Your control. The way you can go from leveling a building to chopping a spring onion so thin I can see through it.â
The knife stilled. He slowly, deliberately, placed it on the counter. He turned his head, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. The air crackled, charged with something new. It wasnât anger. It was something deeper, hotter.
âWhatâs your point, dumbass?â he asked, his voice a low rumble.
You smiled, a genuine, tired smile. âMy point is⊠itâs impressive. Youâre impressive.â
He scoffed, but a faint, almost imperceptible flush crept up his neck. He turned back to his task, but his movements were stiffer now. You walked around the counter until you were standing behind him. You hesitated for only a second before wrapping your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades. He went rigid. You could feel the rigid wall of his abs against your forearms, the thunder of his heart against your chest.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â he growled, the sound vibrating through you.
âHugging you,â you Murmured into his back. You slid one hand up his chest, your fingers splaying over the solid warmth of his pectoral muscle, a silent, possessive touch He didn't move. He just stood there, breathing. After a long moment, one of his hands came up and covered yours, his calloused fingers wrapping around your own. It was the closest he ever came to returning an embrace.
Later, after youâd eaten the ridiculously spicy, yet perfectly made katsudon heâd thrown together, you found yourselves in his room. It was surprisingly neat, save for a pile of clothes in the corner. You were wearing one of his old, worn-out hoodies, the one with the faded skull graphic. It swamped you, the sleeves hanging past your hands, and it smelled entirely of him.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed, and he was pacing. The restless energy was back, but it was different now. It was coiled, predatory. He stopped in front of you, looking down at you in his hoodie, and an unfamiliar expression flickered in his eyes. Raw, unfiltered want.
âStop looking so damn pleased with yourself,â he muttered.
You tilted your head. âIâm not.â
âYou are,â he insisted, taking a step closer. âYouâve got that stupid little smile on your face.â
âMaybe Iâm just happy,â you offered.
âTch.â He reached out, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your hairline. His touch was hot, demanding. He pulled you gently to your feet, so you were flush against him. His other hand settled on your hip, holding you in place.
âYou pushed it today,â he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low pitch. âIn the gym. Arguing with me.â
âYou were being an ass.â
âAnd you liked it,â he stated. It wasnât a question. He leaned down, his face so close you could count the flecks of black in his red irises. âYou like pushing my buttons. Seeing how far you can go before I snap.â
You swallowed, your heart hammering. âMaybe,â you breathed.
That was all the confirmation he needed. He dipped his head lower, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You shivered as his hot breath washed over your skin.
âGood,â he whispered, the single word a guttural promise. âBecause Iâm about to snap right now.â
His mouth crashed down on yours. It wasn't gentle. It was a kiss born of adrenaline and pent-up frustration and a desperate, burning need. It was punishing and possessive, a blatant claiming. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting of spice and victory. You moaned into the kiss, your hands fisting in the fabric of his tank top, pulling him impossibly closer. He broke the kiss only to Trail a line of open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your neck, settling on the pulse point that was hammering wildly.
âYou asked for it,â he growled against your skin, a sound that was half threat, half prayer. He lifted you with an ease that stole your breath, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you the single step to his bed. He fell onto the mattress with you, caging you beneath him, his eyes burning with a ferocious, unrestrained hunger. The world narrowed to his weight on top of you, the scent of him, and the raw need radiating from every inch of his body. He tangled a hand in your hair, tilting your head back for another bruising kiss, the first of many that promised to leave you just as wrecked as the training gym.
Kirishima Eijirou
It had been a week of hell. Midterms were a nightmare, a practical heroics exam had left you feeling bruised and inadequate, and to top it all off, youâd gotten into a stupid fight with your parents over the phone. You were at your breaking point.
You found yourself outside Kirishimaâs door, hesitating. You didn't want to be a burden. But the thought of being alone in your room felt suffocating. You knocked softly, a pathetic little tap.
The door flew open almost instantly. Kirishima stood there, a wide, sunny grin on his face that faltered the second he saw you. "Hey! I was justâ" He stopped, his expression softening into one of deep concern. "Whoa. Are you okay?"
And just like that, the dam broke. The question, so simple and so genuinely kind, was too much. A sob tore from your throat, and tears youâd been holding back all day began to stream down your face. You tried to cover your face, embarrassed. "I'm sorry," you choked out. "This is stupid."
"No," he said, his voice firm but gentle. He immediately stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his room, shutting the door behind you. He didn't say anything else, just held you. He was warm and solid, a rock in your emotional storm. You buried your face in his chest, soaking the front of his 'Red Riot' t-shirt as you cried out all the week's frustrations.
He rubbed your back in slow, steady circles, resting his chin on the top of your head. He smelled like clean laundry and something uniquely Eijirou, something warm and comforting.
After a few minutes, your sobs subsided into sniffles. You felt drained, but lighter. "Sorry about your shirt," you Murmured into his chest.
"It's just a shirt," he said softly. He gently guided you over to his bed, sitting you down before grabbing a box of tissues from his desk. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
And so you told him everything. The exams, the fight with your parents, the feeling of not being good enough. He listened intently, his brow furrowed in concentration, never interrupting. When you were done, he took your hand, his calloused thumb stroking the back of it.
"That's not stupid at all," he said, his voice full of conviction. "That's a totally rough week. It's okay to be upset by it. Anyone would be." He squeezed your hand. "And for the record, you did amazing on that practical. That move you used to disable the faux villain? It was super smart. I was watching." He beamed, that familiar sunshine returning to his face. "I was so proud of you."
His simple, honest validation felt like a balm on your frayed nerves. A warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, a silent thank you. He immediately responded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
You stayed like that for a while, watching some mindless comedy show he put on. His presence was so calming. Absently, you began to play with the ends of his bright red hair, twirling a spiky strand around your finger. He practically purred, his entire body relaxing into your touch.
âYâknow,â you said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence. âEveryone always says how manly it is to be tough and strong.â You looked up at him, meeting his soft red eyes. âBut I think the way you just listened to me, without judging or trying to fix it⊠that's the manliest thing Iâve ever seen.â
Kirishimaâs breath hitched. A dark blush spread across his cheeks, making his freckles stand out. His eyes, fixed on yours, suddenly held a new, intense light. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the comforting warmth thickening into something heavy and charged.
"You really think so?" he asked, his voice a little strained.
"I know so," you whispered.
An unspoken permission passed between you. He leaned in, and you met him halfway. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, a question. You answered by pressing closer, deepening it. It was a kiss of comfort and gratitude that was quickly catching fire.
Feeling bold, you shifted, clambering onto his lap to face him. He made a surprised noise, his hands automatically going to your hips to steady you. You grinned against his lips, a spark of your usual mischief returning.
"What's this?" he chuckled, his voice husky.
"Takin' charge," you Murmured, before capturing his mouth again.
This time, the kiss was more demanding. You tilted his head back, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth as he groaned, his hands tightening on your hips. He was so responsive, so eager. It was intoxicating. His skin was warm under your hands as you traced the line of his jaw. On impulse, you hardened your own teeth and gave his bicep a sharp, playful nip.
Kirishima let out a strangled groan, a full-body shiver wracking his frame. His Quirk flared to life instinctively, his skin turning rugged and hard under your lips for a split second before softening again.
âWhoa,â he breathed, his eyes wide and blown out with desire. âOkay. Yeah. ThatâsâŠâ
âGood?â you prompted, a wicked smile on your face as you leaned in and did it again, this time on his jaw.
âSo good,â he growghed, the sound low and guttural. His control snapped. He surged up, flipping you onto your back on the mattress without breaking contact. He loomed over you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated adoration and raw need. The sweet, comforting boy was gone, replaced by a man who looked ready to worship you and devour you in equal measure.
"My turn," he rasped, his voice thick with want. He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you knew the quiet evening had just ignited into a raging inferno. The sheets started to tangle around you both as he began his loving, desperate assault.
Denki Kaminari
âNo, no, no, youâre plugging the HDMI into the *output*! Itâs an input-only port on the graphics card,â Denki said, leaning over your shoulder. You were both on the floor of your dorm room, surrounded by the guts of your new gaming PC that youâd foolishly attempted to assemble yourself. The air smelled of plastic and static.
âItâs a hole that fits the plug, I donât see the problem,â you grumbled, frustrated.
âThatâs what she said,â he chirped instantly, before visibly cringing at his own joke. âSorry. Force of habit.â He gently nudged your hand out of the way, his fingers brushing yours. âHere, let me.â
You sat back on your heels and watched him. When he was focused like this, his whole demeanor changed. The usual class clown persona melted away, replaced by a quiet competence. His fingers moved with practiced ease, rerouting cables, snapping components into place, his brow furrowed in concentration. You found yourself staring at the sharp line of his jaw, the way a strand of golden hair fell across his forehead.
âYouâre actually really good at this,â you said, the words coming out softer than you intended.
He glanced up, a surprised but pleased smile touching his lips. âYeah? Well, I gotta be good for somethinâ other than being a walking stun gun, right?â He winked, but you caught the flicker of insecurity in his eyes.
âDonât say that,â you said firmly. âThis is legitimately brilliant. My brain turns to soup just looking at all these wires. Youâre like a tech wizard.â
The look he gave you was different. The playful spark was still there, but it was deeper now, warmer. A faint blush dusted his cheeks. âWizard, huh? I like the sound of that.â He gave a final, satisfying click as he slotted the last cable into place. âAlright, Kaminari-senseiâs work is done. Time for the moment of truth.â
He connected the power and hit the switch. The case fans whirred to life, bathing the room in a soft blue glow. The monitor flickered on, displaying the boot screen. You let out a whoop of joy, throwing your arms around his neck in a spontaneous hug.
âYouâre the best!â you cheered.
He laughed, his arms coming around your waist to steady you both. He was warm and solid. âAll in a dayâs work for Denki the Tech Wizard.â You pulled back, but he didnât let go right away. His hands lingered on your waist, his thumbs drawing slow, lazy circles. The playful atmosphere suddenly felt charged with something else. His golden eyes searched yours, and for a second, you thought he was going to kiss you.
Then came the tell-tale scent of ozone. âUh oh,â he mumbled, his eyes going wide. The PC flickered, and a tiny, harmless spark jumped from his fingertip to the metal case. The screen went black.
âAh, crap,â he sighed, slumping. âDid I⊠did I short it out?â He looked so genuinely disappointed, so crestfallen, that your heart went out to him.
âHey, no,â you said quickly, putting a hand on his arm. âItâs probably just a loose connection. Donât worry about it.â You saw the dazed look starting to creep into his eyes, the precursor to a full-on "whey" moment. "Hey, look at me." You took his hand. "Come on, let's get you some water. We'll figure it out in a minute."
You led him over to your bed, sitting him down. He was pliant, a goofy, unfocused smile on his face. "Pretty lights," he said, staring at your lava lamp. You rolled your eyes fondly, handing him a bottle of water. While he recovered, you fiddled with the PC, finding the power cable heâd jostled loose. You plugged it back in, and it booted up perfectly.
When he was clear-headed again, he looked mortified. âDude, Iâm so sorry. I canât believe I almost fried your brand-new rig.â
âYou didnât,â you said, gesturing to the running computer. âAnd even if you did, itâs just a thing. I was more worried about you.â You sat next to him on the bed, nudging his shoulder with yours. âNow, as payment for your wizardry, you owe me a game of Mortal Kombat.â
His face lit up. âOh, you are SO on. But we gotta have the right soundtrack.â He grabbed his phone, connecting it to your new speakers via Bluetooth. A second later, a high-energy pop-punk track filled the room. It was the same band heâd been telling you about for weeks.
âHey, I love this song!â you exclaimed, your head starting to bob along with the driving guitar riff.
He beamed, his whole body seeming to vibrate with happiness. âRight?!â
You spent the next hour trading wins and losses, yelling at the screen, and laughing until your sides hurt. The earlier tension had melted back into easy friendship, but it was still there, simmering under the surface. Finally, after a particularly brutal match that you won by a hair, you both flopped back on the bed, exhausted and exhilarated.
The music shifted to something slower, an indie rock ballad with a soulful melody. You were lying side-by-side, staring at the ceiling.
âHey,â Denki said, his voice soft.
âYeah?â
âThanks. For⊠you know. Earlier. Not getting mad. And not treating me like an idiot when I⊠you know.â
You turned your head to look at him. He was already looking at you, his expression open and vulnerable. âDenki, I could never think youâre an idiot.â
He gave a small, wry smile. âEveryone else does.â
âThen theyâre not looking close enough,â you whispered.
The space between you felt electric again, but this time it had nothing to do with his Quirk. He propped himself up on his elbow, his body hovering over yours. The music seemed to swell, filling the quiet space.
âCan I⊠uhâŠâ he started, his gaze dropping to your lips. âCan I try something that doesnât involve wires and motherboards?â
You didnât answer with words. You just reached up, your fingers tangling in his soft blond hair, and pulled him down. The kiss was tentative at first, just a soft press of lips, but it was full of all the unspoken things that had been buzzing between you all night. It tasted of sweet victory and a hint of static electricity. He moaned softly, a sound of pure contentment, and deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. The playful energy was gone, replaced by a surprisingly intense, focused desire. He pulled away slightly, his breath warm against your lips.
âWizard, huh?â he whispered, a smirk in his voice, but his eyes were dark with need. He lowered his head again, and the playful teasing of the day gave way to the serious business of the night as his body settled over yours.
Sero Hanta
The rain was coming down in sheets, drumming a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the windows of the Heights Alliance dorms. It was the kind of Sunday that was practically a legal mandate for laziness. Most of the class had braved the weather for a trip to the mall, but you and Sero had taken one look outside and declared it a "bones day."
Which is how you ended up in a fort of blankets and pillows in the middle of the common room floor, a laptop propped up on a cushion playing a marathon of old samurai movies. You were in your softest sweatpants, and Sero was in a pair of equally worn grey ones and a thin long-sleeved shirt.
âYou know,â Sero said, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth, âI feel like this guyâs sword is basically just a really sharp, unfriendly version of my tape.â
You snorted, a laugh bubbling up against your will. âOh my god, thatâs the dumbest thing youâve said all day.â
He grinned his signature wide, toothy grin. âBut you laughed! That means it was a good one.â
âIt was not,â you argued, smiling. âIt was terrible. Give me the popcorn.â
The bowl was sitting on the coffee table, just out of armâs reach. Instead of moving, Sero just lifted a finger. A strip of cellophane tape shot out from his elbow, wrapping neatly around the bowl and zipping it through the air directly into your waiting hands. He gave you a look that was pure, smug satisfaction.
âShow-off,â you said, but you were beaming. âOkay, that was actually cool. Youâre like a household Spider-Man.â
âThe Friendliest Neighborhood Sero, at your service,â he said with a little bow of his head. He looked so pleased with himself, and you felt a familiar warmth spread through your chest. It was easy with Sero. Everything was just⊠easy.
You settled back into the nest of blankets, leaning your head against his shoulder as the movie played on. He smelled like clean laundry and the faint, sweet scent of his Quirk. His arm came around you naturally, his fingers toying with the ends of your hair. You ate popcorn and made quiet, dumb comments about the movie, your bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh. The combination of the rain, the warmth of the fort, and Seroâs steady presence was a potent lullaby. Before you knew it, your eyelids were getting heavy. The last thing you remembered was the comforting weight of his head resting on top of yours.
You woke up to the soft glow of the laptopâs screensaver and the continued drumming of rain. The movie was long over. You were still cocooned in the fort, but youâd shifted, your head now resting on Seroâs chest, his arm a warm, heavy weight around your shoulders. His other hand was loosely tangled in your hair, and his breathing was a deep, even rhythm beneath your ear.
You stayed still for a moment, just listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong. For a guy who seemed so perpetually relaxed, he was solid muscle under his shirt. You could feel the hard planes of his chest, the defined line of his bicep under your cheek. The comfortable intimacy of the afternoon began to feel different in the quiet twilight of the room. It was charged, heavier.
You shifted slightly, and his breathing hitched. His eyes slowly blinked open.
âHey,â he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. âYouâre awake.â
âSorry, did I wake you?â you whispered.
âNah.â He didnât move his arm. If anything, his fingers tightened ever so slightly in your hair. He looked down at you, his dark eyes soft and unguarded in the dim light. âYouâre comfy.â
Your heart did a little flip. âSo are you. Youâre a good pillow.â
A slow smile spread across his face. âOne of my many talents.â
You just looked at each other for a long moment. The easy camaraderie was still there, but it was now overlaid with a palpable tension. You were intensely aware of your leg pressed against his, of his hand in your hair, of the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your head. He wasn't the "buddy" Sero right now. He was a man, looking at you with an expression youâd never seen on him beforeâan expression of gentle, budding want.
Taking a breath, you decided to act on the strange, bold impulse that had been building in you. You rose up on your elbows, your face now level with his. He just watched you, his eyes wide with surprise and anticipation. Without a word, you grabbed the front of his shirt, fisting the soft cotton in your hand, and pulled him upward, crashing your lips against his.
It was a clumsy, enthusiastic kiss, full of all the pent-up affection from a months-long friendship. He made a surprised noise against your mouth, but he responded instantly. His hand left your hair, moving to the small of your back to pull you flush against him. The other came up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
He tasted like popcorn and something uniquely Sero, something warm and sweet. When you finally broke for air, you were both breathing heavily.
âWhoa,â he breathed, his forehead resting against yours. âOkay. So weâre doing this.â
âIs that a problem?â you asked, your voice a little shaky.
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, a slow, devastatingly hot grin spreading across his face. âNot a single one.â He then flipped you both over with a surprising, fluid strength, so he was looming over you, caging you with his arms. âBut now itâs my turn to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.â
He lowered his head, his lips tracing the line of your jaw, and you giggled, your hands tangling in his dark hair. The lazy Sunday had taken a turn, the comfortable quiet now filled with sharp breaths and soft moans. The rain outside seemed to beat a rhythm just for the two of you as the blanket fort became a world of its own.
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ft. satoru gojo, choso kamo, hiromi higuruma, toji fushiguro, geto suguru, nanami kento
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â satoru !
making you drench his sheets
you got him in the mood to make you dumb on his cockïżŒ
strongest even in bed, what a man
casually making out with your pussy
what a beautiful arch for him
â toji !
he missed that sight
making you moan so beautifully with his mouth
toji is so mean sometimesâŠ
a barely fit
couldnât wait to get home
â hiromi !
comfort him after a rough day at work
daddy kink with older!bf hiromi
ex!husband hiromi just came to say hiâŠ
so dirtyâŠ!
shush it, youâre still at the court !
â choso !
just want to be gentle
choso just need you closer, the closer possible
heâs just a loser fond of your pussy
you were supposed to ride him
oh and he is fond of your boobs too
â geto !
you keep thanking him
geto cheat on his gf w you !
best backshots ever
just let him do his workout
heâs tiredâŠdo it yourself
â nanami !
of course heâd do that for his wife
tired ? you donât have to to anything
let him cook
he clearly love this position
shouldnât be doing that at the officeâŠ
a/n: *sigh* well
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warning ladies !! do not spit in gojoâs mouth unless youâre ready for him to nut instantly!
âcâmon baby,â he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. âiâve been good. spit in my mouth, please?â
you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.
âyouâre so fucking weird, toru.â
âyou are weird,â he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. ânow câmon.... iâm dying here. my dickâs so hard itâs bout to file a complaint.â
you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.
you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.
the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.
âfuckâ again,â he gasps, âdo it again. spit like you mean it.â
you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesnât even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.
âyouâre actually getting off on this, huh?â you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. âbig bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?â
âshut up and degrade me properly,â he whines, but heâs grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. âcall me a nasty little slut or sum. iâm literally leaking for you right now.â
you laugh again, i mean you canât help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. heâs flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.
âopen wider, pretty boy.â
he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.
you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.
satoruâs whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.
âmore!! fuckâ spit on me while you ride me. please baby iâll do anything. iâll buy you a country. iâll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouthââ
âshush it toru ~~~â
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part of my kinktober series!
its ok if as long as it's not inside, right? ᥣ anal + toys ᥣ backshots ᥣ cuddlefuck ᥣ this ᥣ riding ᥣ deeeeep breeding ᥣ (tw) ghostface ᥣ somno ᥣ stuck! ᥣ fingering both holes
pussy eating ᥣ eating you out ᥣ jerking off to you ᥣ toys ᥣ riding ᥣ public sex ᥣ pounding + hair pulling ᥣ hole swap ᥣ groping + rough sex ᥣ 69 ᥣ pussy eating ᥣ the condom broke!
kisses between thrusts ᥣ he won't let you play your game... ᥣ doggy position ᥣ titty fuck ᥣ dryhumping ᥣ thigh fucking ᥣ more thigh fucking ᥣ reverse cowgirl ᥣ ripping your panties
somno pt. ii ᥣ cuddles ᥣ fingering ᥣ this ᥣ mutual masturbation ᥣ more fingering ᥣ tummy bulge ᥣ using you as stress relief after work ᥣ princess treatment ᥣ riding and breeding ᥣ new position ᥣ anal
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đđ: he wanted to know what head felt like so during your movie hangout you showed him
đđ: his first time giving you nerdy backshots
đđ: He felt a little bold when you were over and decided he want tits in his mouth
đđ: First time Riding him so he got a bit handsy
đđ: you were out one day and he got bored so he made a video for you
đđ: second video he made and he ended up getting his special movie juice all over his clothes
đđ: he got a bit rougher after a hard day in chemistry class
đđ: you got a bit bratty so he decided to âteachâ you a lesson
đđ: after he stood up to Nathan, he showed you a bit of his confidence in the bed đ”âđ«
đđ: you were giving him head and he got super cocky and confident
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đđ: you an nathan hooking up after a vortex club party
đđ: you snuck into his room and he put you to work
đđ: study time with the Prescott!
đđ: youâre horny but heâs out of condoms
đđ: when itâs raining and youâre in his truck
đđ: heâs hungry and youâre the only snack
đđ: you stayed the night in his dorm
đđ: youâre being bratty so he put you in his place
đđ: After class and youâve been texting him kinky shit all day
đđ: He snuck into the showers just to fuck you
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đđ: you an nathan hooking up after a vortex club party
đđ: you snuck into his room and he put you to work
đđ: study time with the Prescott!
đđ: youâre horny but heâs out of condoms
đđ: when itâs raining and youâre in his truck
đđ: heâs hungry and youâre the only snack
đđ: you stayed the night in his dorm
đđ: youâre being bratty so he put you in his place
đđ: After class and youâve been texting him kinky shit all day
đđ: He snuck into the showers just to fuck you
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crush course 101
youâre partnered with the most popular boy at school, oikawa tooruâwho you thought never noticed youâbut he turns into a flustered mess every time youâre near.
starring. oikawa tooru x fem!reader
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  â  atsumu miya was a cocky virgin.
the windows were fogged up when atsumu dragged you into his lap in the backseat. his hands grab your hips hard, yanking you down so his cock presses right against your pussy through his jeans. he kisses you rough, tongue shoving in, teeth biting your lip, groaning into your mouth like heâs starving.
âbeen hard for this cunt all goddamn day,â he mutters, voice wrecked. âgonna fuck you stupid, darlinâ.â
his palms shove under your shirt, grabbing your tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples until theyâre hard. you grind down on his bulge and he groans loud, hips bucking up, already leaking through the denim.
âso fuckinâ wet for it already,â he says, but his voice cracks. his hands grope everywhere... ass, thighs, tits, squeezing like he canât stop.
you rip his belt open, shove his jeans down. his cock springs out thick, red, dripping precum down the shaft. you wrap your hand around it and he throws his head back, moaning like a slut, hips jerking into your fist.
âfuck...â he gasps, cock throbbing hard in your grip.
you tug your panties aside, line him up against your throbbing cunt, and sink down fast.
here's the fucking catch. the moment tip of his cock pops in, heâs done.
atsumu never told you he was a virgin. he never felt anything close to this tight wet heat, and the second that first inch squeezes around him his whole body seizes like he got electrocuted.
his whole body jerks violently, cock pulsing wildly as he cums hard inside you. hot, thick ropes shooting deep in frantic spurts, hips slamming up while he cries out broken curses. you feel every desperate twitch, every heavy spurt flooding inside your cunt, feel him shaking like heâs coming apart, filling you up so fast it leaks out around his base almost immediately.
âfuck! shit... noââ his voice cracks, face buried in your neck. âsorry, fuck, iâm sorryânever done this before, didnât know itâd... shitââ
heâs still twitching, cock softening but not pulling out, his virgin cum dripping down your thighs. his arms lock around you tight, like heâs scared youâll leave now that heâs embarrassed himself.
ââtsumu...â
âdonât,â he mumbles, voice small and wrecked. âthat was fuckinâ pathetic. first time and i couldnât even last a secondââ
you grab his face, make him look. his cheeks are burning red, eyes wet, usual cockiness completely shattered because heâs never felt this before.
âitâs hot,â you say.
he blinks. âbullshit.â
you roll your hips once. his oversensitive virgin cock jerks inside you, already hardening again despite the mess he made.
âsee?â you whisper.
âyeah?â he rasps.
âyeah.â
he flips you onto your back on the seat, spreads your legs wide, and shoves back in, his cum and your slick making it filthy and easy. he starts fucking you hard and fast, no holding back now that the edge is gone.
âgonna make you cum this time,â he growls. âgonna fill this pussy again... fuck, gonna breed it till youâre dripping me all night,â
you clench around him and he moans loud, pace turning sloppy, desperate, chasing his second load while he watches your face like heâs addicted to it.
âcum for me, darlinâ, cum on my cock while i stuff you full again...â
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  â  atsumu miya was a cocky virgin.
the windows were fogged up when atsumu dragged you into his lap in the backseat. his hands grab your hips hard, yanking you down so his cock presses right against your pussy through his jeans. he kisses you rough, tongue shoving in, teeth biting your lip, groaning into your mouth like heâs starving.
âbeen hard for this cunt all goddamn day,â he mutters, voice wrecked. âgonna fuck you stupid, darlinâ.â
his palms shove under your shirt, grabbing your tits, thumbs rubbing your nipples until theyâre hard. you grind down on his bulge and he groans loud, hips bucking up, already leaking through the denim.
âso fuckinâ wet for it already,â he says, but his voice cracks. his hands grope everywhere... ass, thighs, tits, squeezing like he canât stop.
you rip his belt open, shove his jeans down. his cock springs out thick, red, dripping precum down the shaft. you wrap your hand around it and he throws his head back, moaning like a slut, hips jerking into your fist.
âfuck...â he gasps, cock throbbing hard in your grip.
you tug your panties aside, line him up against your throbbing cunt, and sink down fast.
here's the fucking catch. the moment tip of his cock pops in, heâs done.
atsumu never told you he was a virgin. he never felt anything close to this tight wet heat, and the second that first inch squeezes around him his whole body seizes like he got electrocuted.
his whole body jerks violently, cock pulsing wildly as he cums hard inside you. hot, thick ropes shooting deep in frantic spurts, hips slamming up while he cries out broken curses. you feel every desperate twitch, every heavy spurt flooding inside your cunt, feel him shaking like heâs coming apart, filling you up so fast it leaks out around his base almost immediately.
âfuck! shit... noââ his voice cracks, face buried in your neck. âsorry, fuck, iâm sorryânever done this before, didnât know itâd... shitââ
heâs still twitching, cock softening but not pulling out, his virgin cum dripping down your thighs. his arms lock around you tight, like heâs scared youâll leave now that heâs embarrassed himself.
ââtsumu...â
âdonât,â he mumbles, voice small and wrecked. âthat was fuckinâ pathetic. first time and i couldnât even last a secondââ
you grab his face, make him look. his cheeks are burning red, eyes wet, usual cockiness completely shattered because heâs never felt this before.
âitâs hot,â you say.
he blinks. âbullshit.â
you roll your hips once. his oversensitive virgin cock jerks inside you, already hardening again despite the mess he made.
âsee?â you whisper.
âyeah?â he rasps.
âyeah.â
he flips you onto your back on the seat, spreads your legs wide, and shoves back in, his cum and your slick making it filthy and easy. he starts fucking you hard and fast, no holding back now that the edge is gone.
âgonna make you cum this time,â he growls. âgonna fill this pussy again... fuck, gonna breed it till youâre dripping me all night,â
you clench around him and he moans loud, pace turning sloppy, desperate, chasing his second load while he watches your face like heâs addicted to it.
âcum for me, darlinâ, cum on my cock while i stuff you full again...â
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There's Only Been You â§
Relationship: Kita Shinsuke x Chubby!Reader Summary: Your relationship with Kita in high school was always a little hazy, a little blurry. It was slow, soft, something that constantly danced around the idea of a barely there romance. When you return from your apprenticeship in Tokyo and you run into each other again, all of it is magnified, making your heart thump pathetically against your ribs. He makes falling back into him effortless, crossing the threshold to home after a long trip away. Content Tags: She/Her pronouns used, Post-Timeskip (takes place in 2023), Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Second Chance, First (lingering) Love, Reunion, Getting Together, Home is a person (never gonna not write this), Hanakotoba makes a guest appearance (sorry I can't help myself), New Year's Kiss, Intentional Yobisute Word Count: 9k
A/N: For my very lovely @oleander-cup as a part of @sodaneko's Secret Santa Exchange!~ Thank you so, so much for being patient with me for this fic. I fought my internet service provider especially so I could get this done and I'm happy to present it to you! Kita was a bit challenging for me so I hope I did him justice. This art was particularly damaging to me and is the reason why this turned out the way it did. Special thank you to @tyga-lily and @megapteraurelia for letting me talk your ears off about this with minimal teasings for the Kita deep-dives I had to do and to @arget-star for helping keep me on track đ
Winter
Homecomings are meant to be sweet, a combination of memories and welcomes to nestle into the muscle of your heart, to warm the marrow in your bones. The few times you visited between your studies, it seeped into your skin, the comfort of familiarity wrapping around you like a warm blanket after a day spent playing in the snow. In the month since your return, all that has settled into your heart is this inescapable, creeping feeling that you donât quite belong. Everything has shifted five centimeters to the left and your mind canât quite quantify it. All you know is that it feels like something crucial is missing.