“reiner…rei, baby— oh, fuck—” your nails dig into the flexed swells of his shoulders, legs locked tight around his waist as he pounds into you with heavy, deep thrusts.

“i’ve - aah - i’ve got you, fuuuuck i’ve got you,” he groans, forehead pressed against yours, beads of sweat mixing together. you wouldn’t know where one begins and the other ends.

since it was your boyfriend’s birthday, of course, he was getting only the best treatment from you. from head breakfast in bed, to a relaxing morning bath, which led you to the current predicament you’re currently in.

because how could you deny him when he hugged you so tenderly in the tub, littering kisses over your shoulders saying how grateful he was to have you in his life, while his cock was growing rock hard once again right under your ass?

and how could you deny him when you got out of the bathtub and he got on his knees to dry your legs, then started kissing your pussymound and nestle his nose right against your hooded clit, begging to taste you?

now he’s ramming through your walls, drooling tip hitting shy of your cervix each time, a hand on the back of your head to hold you close, the other splayed over your back to keep you arched against him, tits squished to his broad chest.

if only he could, he would’ve had you like this all day. but his friends were throwing him a party, so he eventually would’ve had to let you go, and pray he was going to survive the night without being buried inside you. speaking of the devil—

“oh, you can’t be serious—”

“you should probably answer, baby,” you giggle softly when his phone starts to aggressively vibrate. “do i have to?” he lifts his head just enough to look you in the eyes for a beat, then his shoulders slump, and he gets out of bed, cursing under his breath when he stumbles over the blanket that got kicked to the floor during your activities.

“hello?” he manages to pick up the call right before the last ring. “hi, reiner…” you hear bertholdt’s crackly voice from the other end when he puts him on speaker. “uhm, they told me to call you, not sure why—”

“fuck you mean not sure why!?” colt’s more explosive tone pips in the background. “ask what time they’re coming!”

reiner’s golden eyes send you a look between aggravation and defeat, the knit of his brows smoothing over when he sees you giggling so cutely, grinning at his misery.

“right, yeah,” bertholdt speaks up again. “what time are you guys coming? i know it’s still early, we’re just putting stuff up in the house.”

“who’s we, dude, you haven’t done shit,” porco barks, his voice slightly more distant.

“around late afternoon?” reiner says. “we’re gonna have lunch, get ready and we gotta go see my family before we get there. won’t take too long, hopefully.”

he looks away for only a moment, and when his eyes lay on you again, he almost chokes on his spit. you’ve made yourself comfortable on the pillows, legs falling open as one of your hands start to lazily play with a nipple, getting it all pebbled up and flushed nicely.

your other hand rests on your inner thigh, fingers grazing the skin just shy of where he left you completely empty, glossy sheen around your hole blinking back at him.

“cool,” bertholdt hums. “okay cool— uhm, are you okay, reiner?”

“peachy,” reiner replies fast, too fast, white-knuckled fingers holding onto the edge of the dresser for dear life. “need anything else?” he asks with urgency, silently begging you for mercy when you scoop up some of your slick with your digits to draw slow, languid circles around your clit. you only smile at him.

“i think—”

“ask if he can stop to pick up the kegs!” this time it’s pieck speaking, softly, like she was standing right next to bertholdt with a reassuring hand on his arm. “ah, yeah…uhm, you heard her.”

“i did,” reiner huffs. “just text me the address, we’ve got it covered. anything else?” he hopes they’ll say no.

“that’s all,” pieck chirps. “have fun, see you later!”

“later,” he hangs up before he’s even done speaking, then turns to look at you. you bite down onto your bottom lip, fingers spreading your puffy folds as you hold eye contact with him. reiner was hard for the whole call, cock twitching as it hung heavy over its own heft.

“sorry, baby,” you coo, voice breathy as you pinch your nipple. “i was already missing you so much.”

and he can’t think when you pout so cutely, pussy drooling and waiting for him. he stalks over to the bed, mattress springs whining over his weight when he climbs back up again. “don’t worry, baby,” he places both large palms over your inner thighs, a large wad of spit hitting your cunt with a loud pwah!

“gonna fill you up enough so you won’t forget me all night,” he murmurs, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips. “but oh, how am i supposed to ever leave our bedroom, hm? pretty pussy’s keeping me trapped here, we’re gonna be late.”

“mmh— oh!” your reply dies on your tongue when he slides back inside, girthy inches filling you up in one long thrust. “the birthday boy’s always allowed to be fashionably late. now finish what you’ve started.”

“yes ma’am.”

┊┊a/n. quick drabble for dada's bday i swear i haven't forgotten about him <3 damn i haven't written for aot in a MINUTE ++ ALSO HAPPY GF DAY TO ALL MY GFS (mutuals who i love very dearly)

Your request had been one with (mostly) joking intentions. The adult content you posted was decent, but you needed something to wow the people that paid good money to see you undressed through a screen.

When you asked Reiner if he would have sex with you for different content, you expected him to say no and then, despite being close friends for years, block you.

However, he happily said yes to your ask with a little too much enthusiasm for someone who swore was just a friend.

The camera was long forgotten, running up your storage as the video grew longer and longer. But you didn't care about that - you were too focused on taking Reiner as deep as you could.

"Ngh- Rei, harder please!" You moaned out, fingernails digging into the skin of his back. Reiner grunted, giving a hard thrust forward, even though he was as deep into your pussy as he could get.

Reiner was huge, much bigger than you were expecting. It took your all to not look shocked in front of the camera.

"Fuck, baby..." Reiner muttered into your ear, losing himself in the feeling of your cunt swallowing him up. "I'm gonna cum if you keep squeezing my cock like that."

You murmur something unintelligible into Reiner's ear, closing your eyes in pure bliss as his thrusts sped up, fat tip hitting your g-spot with every rigid motion.

"God, Reiner! I'm gonna cum!" Clenching hard around his thick length, your orgasm crashes over you, your cum frothing at the base of his cock.

Reiner's hips stutter forwards and he's filling you up seconds later, painting your walls white with his cum.

You hiss as he pulls out, leaving you empty. Glancing over to the camera, he smirks before returning his gaze to you.

"Let's keep that video for ourselves and make one more to post, okay?"

Your knees ached as they dug into the floor below you, hands braced on Toji’s bare thighs to balance yourself as you lapped at his tip. He leaned back on his hands, the mattress dipping with his weight. “Good girl, keep going for me.”

He looked so hot like this. Inky hair fell in front of his eyes as he stared down at you, scarred lip curled into a smirk as he watched your lips part and stretch around the head of his cock. You stared back up at him, eyes wide and teary.

Moving your mouth down his length you began to take a couple more inches into your mouth which elicited a groan from Toji. He tipped his head back, resting a large hand on the back of your head to slowly push your mouth further down his cock.

Tears began to slip from your eyes as he delved deeper into your maw. “Aw, sweet girl. No need to cry,” he spoke softly as he brushed a thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tears.

He was so incredibly thick that it made your jaw ache. You had barely taken half of him, yet, it felt as if your mouth was already too full.

Your tongue traced over the vein that ran along the underside of his cock and Toji practically shuddered. “Hah — so good at this, aren’t you?” His hand pressed harder into the back of your head, forcing you to take him deeper. Drool slipped from your mouth, dribbling down your chin as you bobbed your head along his length.

Groans rumbled in Toji’s chest, his pale cheeks now tinted pink as his heavy chest rose and fell with each flick of your tongue against his dick. You relaxed your throat — or at least attempted to — while breathing through your nose as his fat tip nudged the back of it.

Toji moaned brokenly as you hollowed your cheeks, one hand coming to massage whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth.

“Hng — taking me so well, gorgeous. Gonna cum all over that pretty face,” he groaned, lidded eyes watching you try to nod with his thick cock sheathed down your throat.

His dick muffles your soft moans, face hot and wet from the mix of tears and drool. You look utterly wrecked from simply sucking him off — the sight makes Toji go insane.

His hips begin to move lazily into your mouth, that arrogant smirk still plastered on his handsome face. You watched as his abs tightened and felt him twitch inside your mouth. Toji pulled you off of his dick for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath while you fisted his cock. “Come on, baby,” he cooed teasingly, “You can take a little more.”

Toji’s high was quickly approaching, his hips began to buck into your face as you began to take him back into your mouth. His cock was flushed pink, hot, and heavy from how hard he was. Your tongue massaged the underside of his dick before lapping up the salty pre that dribbled from the tip.

Broken cries fell from your lips as he began to thrust into the heat of your mouth, desperately chasing his release.

Abruptly, he pulled you off once more, fisting himself in front of your face while muttering curses under his breath. “Oh fuck, let me paint your face, gorgeous. God — you’ll look so pretty.” Just as he finished his sentence Toji came, hot spurts sticking to your cheek, lips and nose as he continued to move his hand along his length.

By the time his orgasm finished, he was panting, watching how your face was now splattered with his cum.

Toji chuckled lowly to himself, “I have a new nickname for you.”

You stared up at him, unamused. “Don’t say it.”

“Whatever you say… babyface.”

May or may not go on a mini break to get away from writer's block but I listened to NC-17 today and my writing spark came back for a moment

if you support ANY ships in any fandom that are childxadult

like levi x eren or gojo x yuji

i do not want you on my page

.✦ ݁･𝒢.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔･✧˚. loses it when you tease him. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰ Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Nerd!Satoru ⋮⋮ orgasms+ ⋮⋮ overstim ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ kissing ꒱ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐲 : @!xiaoshy_otp on X ꒰ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ꒱

Satoru was sprawled.

No—flattened.

One leg crooked over the bed, sweat beading along his collarbone, his arms thrown up behind his head like he’d tried to surrender and just… never recovered. His pretty cock lay twitching against his stomach, red and glossy and still leaking, like it was confused about why it had been emptied twice and hadn’t been kissed goodnight yet.

You should’ve stopped.

You really should’ve.

He was glassy-eyed and dumb, breath shaky, mouth parted like he’d just come out of a dream. But you weren’t finished. Not yet. Not when he looked like that—meltingly soft, cracked open at the seams, with all his arrogant charm wrung out between your lips.

Besides… you still had questions.

𑣲 satosugu taking care of their sweetheart.

the key barely turns in the lock before exhaustion pulls at your limbs. it’s the kind of tiredness that sinks into bone marrow, born from too many forced smiles, too many tasks piled on your shoulders, and the relentless pressure of a day that asked more from you than it ever gave back.

the moment the door clicks shut behind you, you let out a breath that trembles on its way out.

you do not anticipate either of them being home at this hour. you certainly do not expect the apartment to be illuminated by the warm glow of lamplight, rather than the usual fluorescent overhead lighting that the office always keeps on.

and you definitely do not expect both satoru and suguru to raise their heads the moment you enter the living room, as if they had been awaiting your arrival, listening for the sound of you.

suguru rises from the couch first. he studies you with eyes that take in everything at once. the slump of your shoulders, the way you’re still holding your work bag in a white-knuckled grip, the way your expression tries for neutral and doesn’t quite make it. his brows soften immediately.

“rough day?” he asks quietly.

a sensation of a lump forms in your throat. you can only manage a small nod, as speaking would feel too much like acknowledging how close you are to your breaking point.

satoru doesn’t tease you or make a joke to cover the tension he can sense thrumming through you. instead, he stands as well, crossing the room in slow, measured steps. when he reaches you, he cups your cheeks with both hands—thumbs brushing just beneath your eyes as he tilts your face up.

his voice is gentler than the echoes of those in your head. “hey. you’re home now, yeah? you're—"

"—safe," suguru kindly interjects, taking your bag from your shoulder without you asking, setting it down quietly on the table. then his hands find your coat, easing it off with practiced patience. "and you always will be when we're around."

the words shouldn’t be enough to make your vision sting, but they do. you swallow hard.

"let us take care of you tonight,” satoru murmurs while letting his lips brush your forehead.

suguru comes to stand behind you, the heat of him a soothing balm for your tense back. “come sit for a moment,” he murmurs, guiding you gently toward the couch. “you’ve been holding yourself together all day. let us do it for a while, hm?”

you sink into the cushions, but they don’t give you time to disappear into yourself. satoru sits beside you, close enough that his knee brushes one of yours, while suguru kneels in front of you, his hands resting softly on your calves as though asking permission to touch.

“talk to us, sweetness,” suguru says, voice deep enough to ground you. “what happened?”

and something within you finally unravels. your tears spring free and causes your mascara to run in dark rivulets down your cheeks, splattering onto the collar of your shirt.

you tell them everything in slow, halting pieces—the deadlines, the unreasonable and ridiculous demands from your boss, the pressure that built until you felt like you were breathing underwater. satoru listens without fidgeting, without trying to fix things, his hand covering yours in a loose hold. suguru nods along, his dark eyes sharp with concern but gentle where it matters.

when you finally fall silent, satoru leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, lingering long enough for warmth to seep into your skin. “i'm sorry, baby. that's a lot for anyone to deal with.”

a faint, watery chuckle escapes your lips as you gently blot the wetness from your face with a tissue that has inexplicably appeared in your hand (most likely suguru’s doing). "tell me about it."

on your other side, suguru laces his fingers through your own and brings your hand to his mouth, deliberately kissing your knuckles with the utmost care. "i think i have an idea," he murmurs, lips trailing up along the length of your arm, "of what would make you feel better."

your brows furrow together in confusion. what on earth could he possibly be suggesting?

𓂃

not even fifteen minutes later, the entire living room had transformed into a candlelit sanctuary. satoru had practically ransacked the shelf at your local grocery store in order to obtain your favorite scent.

your favorite snacks were all over the coffee table, next to an open bottle of wine that suguru had already poured into three glasses. the couch was practically buried under tons of fluffy blankets and soft pillows, and you guys were trying not to get lost in them.

"i can't believe she'd do that!" satoru scoffs with a mouthful of popcorn, gesturing wildly to the television with the hand of the arm draped over your shoulders. "how could any sane woman pass up on the opportunity to shack up with marcus?!"

oh, and they'd decided to put on that ridiculous reality bachelorette styled television show you loved, in satoru's humble opinion.

you snorted in amusement, gaze fixated on the screen as your head rested upon suguru's shoulder. "'toru, you did not just refer to sex as 'shacking up'. you aren't fifty."

"he might as well be," suguru smoothly adds. "how tragic, he's almost thirty and already has a full head of white hair."

a dramatic gasp leaves satoru's mouth the same time a fit of laughter leaves your's and suguru's. in his usual fashion, he begins to lean backwards and practically flops on top of you, the back of his hand covering his forehead. "my adoring girlfriend and wonderous boyfriend are shaming me! how will i ever recover?"

while satoru groans and complains, suguru leans in by your ear and whispers, "are you feeling any better, pretty girl?"

you tilt your head up and meet his concerned gaze with a loving smile. "so much better," you answer softly. "this is exactly what i needed, and thank you two for coming you with this."

you jolt upon feeling satoru peck your lips, not having felt him move off of you. "that's what we're here for, baby," he chuckles. "we love you a lot, y'know. it'd kinda be in bad taste if we didn't ease your stress at least a little."

"it doesn't help that you are one of her stressors, satoru."

"oh like you're one to talk—"

and as the two of them bicker, you smile to yourself and bask in the loving atmosphere. there isn't anything in the world that you'd ever trade for being here right now.

— a/n :: this turned out to be much longer than the og, oops

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The house was eerily quiet when you entered, no loud, cheerful greeting from your husband when you walked through the door. You shrugged off your bag and made your way through the house. Surely he would've told you if a mission ran late? Was he in trouble? No, he began to take on less strenuous missions once he married you.

You call out for him, “Satoru? Where are you?” But there's no answer. It's times like these when you wish your husband didn't splurge on a penthouse.

Mumbling to yourself, you walk past one of the rooms and hear something… off. Almost like… purring? Curious, you step into the room, expecting anything but the sight in front of you.

“Satoru? Is that you?” Sat atop the — once pristine — covers of a bed was a strikingly white cat with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. Ones that look suspiciously close to those of your husband's. What's even weirder, though, is the mini pair of oval sunglasses that rest on the cat's head.

As if it were second nature, the cat leaps towards you, curling its bushy tail around your legs. “It is you!” you sigh, nerves finally easing as you bend down to take a good look at him. He seems to be content in this form. Too content.

“Satoru.” You spoke sternly, eyeing his new form, “You didn't do this on purpose, did you?”

Satoru — or rather Catoru — slinks back, small face scrunched up in guilt as he paws pathetically at your feet. Rolling your eyes you lean down to scoop him up. “Seriously? Do you think anyone will believe the strongest sorcerer got hit by a silly animal transformation curse?”

Catoru mewls sadly, pushing his furry face into your shoulder. Running your hand down his back you shush him, “Fine… I’ll cover for you. Okay? Just stay at home, I’m not going to take you on walks or anything.”

He perks up at this, purring happily in your arms while pushing closer to your chest. You continue to stroke his fur, watching as his ivory hair moves under your hand. He really was such a pretty cat, possibly the most gorgeous one you've ever seen.

“You know…” You start, “You’re awfully calm for someone who has just been cursed.”

Catoru blinks up at you, meowing softly as he nuzzles closer. A smile creeps onto your face at his carelessness, “Did you want this?” His ears twitch, and instead of looking offended, he chirps happily, rubbing his face against your hand before resuming his purring.

You scoff playfully, “Gojo Satoru! Are you avoiding your responsibilities by becoming a cat?” To which he actually nods — that cheeky bastard!

“Well then I guess you won't be allowed on the furniture,” you muse. Catoru tilts his head at you. “What? You'll get your fur everywhere, Toru.” He begins to mewl loudly, small paws patting at your shoulder in what you assume is an effort to persuade you to change your mind.

Before you can scold him your phone vibrates from inside your pocket. “Oh, it's Shoko,” you murmur, mostly to yourself.

Her voice comes from the other end of the line, “Hey, have you found him yet?” You hum, “Yup, he is sitting in my lap as we speak.” Shoko chuckles quietly, “Already? Guess he's settling in.”

A beat of silence passes before she speaks up again, “When do you want me to come see what I can do?”

You think for a moment, looking down at the ball of snowy fur in your lap. He looks so peaceful, curled up and half asleep as his worries drift away from him, even if it's just for the time being.

“Give him a couple of days. I think he needs this.”

pro-hero!bakugo comforting insecure!reader ⋆˚࿔

angst, fluff, hurt (reader)/comfort (bakugo) ⋮ ⌗ summary: what the ask says. ┆ divider credits - @/ cursed -carmine ┆ a/n: tysm anon! just a heads up in the future i don't really like writing or reading fics where reader feels jealous or inferior compared to other women because it's a bit difficult to navigate + why would i be a loser in my own fantasy lol. !ᯓᡣ𐭩

it has been eating you alive, every second of your mind was consumed with baseless rumours bored people on the internet created about your boyfriend. you knew what you were getting into when dating someone living a life as flashy as his. wether it was brand-deals or simply outright delusions being stated about him, it all unfortunately impacted your mental wellbeing.

you knew, wholeheartedly that bakugou was in love with you. he didn't have a wandering eye nor did he ever show much affection with anyone else but you. however, the thing with emotions involving the ones you love is that it is never really ever rational, is it?

hearing the door unlock, you quickly go to fix up your swollen under-eyes and steady your breathing.

"hey baby...what's wrong?"

you play dumb, "huh, what do you mean?"

bakugo's usual soft eyes that were only reserved for you are nowhere to be seen. "y/n, what's wrong?"

you shake your head, trying to form a coherent sentence, "nothing-."

his hands find their way to your shoulders and he takes a deep breath, you can tell he's trying his best not to raise his voice at you. "if you're honest with me right now, i'll make whatever it is you're worried about disappear. just say the words, and i'll do it..."

your eyes meet, and it turns into something almost cosmic. the poets would describe it as being soulmates.

"i, i was scrolling on the internet and i went down this whole rabbit whole of who the internet wants you to be with it...it's basically everyone and anyone but me"

bakugo shakes his head, a bit annoyed, "why would you believe what the people on the internet are saying?"

you unintentionally flinch and guilt consumes him whole. "look, y/n i just meant it like...people are going to talk about anything and everything, you should enough discernment to know that i love you..."

you hated this, hated that his words where supposed to be comforting but to you the felt dismissive. the sadness and jealousy you felt previously meets an uncharacterised anger.

“well, i don’t look like camie…or uraraka…or momo, or any of the other girls the tabloids want you to be with!”

“yeah, thank fucking god you don’t because i’m attracted to you. and only you,” replies bakugo, his voice loud as ever but not yelling. a unique vocal style only someone as loud as katsuki bakugo could pull off - the skill of preputually sounding angry, even when you haven’t raised your voice.

he moves his body even closer to you then before, large palms on each side of your cheeks, eyes as intense as ever. he lets out a deep sigh, pushing away the strands of hair messing up the sight of your beautiful face.

even after all this time, he still makes you nervous. it's as if the love-struck girl you once were still lives in you.

bakugo takes a deep breath, his voice so serious, "look y/n what people say or do, and what you feel about that i can't control. but, i want you to know that you're it for me. you're the girl who made the explosion hero's heart explode. not whoever the internet wants it to be..."

tears form in your eyes, but thankfully it's the good kind. words have a heavy weight on everyone around them, so it's good to be intentional and hear something that eliminates all your doubts.

bakugo wipes away your tears whilst kissing your forehead, "better?"

you nod, a laugh escaping your lips out of embarrasment and amusement. "i just get in my feelings sometimes..."

bakugo laces his coarse hands with yours, a texture which you've found so much solace in that the harshness of his skin feels soft. "yeah, there's nothing wrong with that. but i need you to use your words and tell me whatever it is that's concerning that pretty brain of yours...i'm a hero afterall, and i'd be a pretty bad one if i can't save the heart of the one i love."

you playfully place a harmless slap to his chest, pushing him away. he laughs and pulls you into a deeper hug to which you start blowing rasberries all over his face. all of the previous jealousy you felt completely vanishing.

There’s sweat sticking your hair to the back of your neck and your bute of a husband is behind you, chest a furnace pressed against your spine, four arms and all that useless weight holding you down. Sukuna’s grip shifts. Two massive hands, big enough to leave marks, dig into the round globes of your ass. Squeezing the soft skin shamelessly.

“I do not find your absence of sound the slightest bit endearing, woman,” he rumbles into the crook of your neck, his breath scalding against your skin. “Your silence is infinitely more irritating than your temper.”

You don't pull away. You couldn't even if you tried. You twist your head back, shooting him a look so cold, so utterly devoid of warmth, that any servant in his palace would’ve begged for a swift execution on the spot.

“Frankly, my dear, sweet husband,” you drag the words out, heavy with sarcasm, dropping poison straight onto his tongue. Anyone else would’ve had their head split open before the sentence even cleared their teeth. But it’s you. And for all his apocalyptic grandstanding, the mighty king of curses is entirely helpless against the apple of his eye—not to mention the only woman built to take every monotonous inch of him without snapping in half.

“I don’t find your humor all that endearing either.”

᧔ 五条 悟 ❤︎ cleaning up boxer!scarjo ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | fluff :: nicknames :: nurse!reader .

WORKING AS one of the nurses for one of the biggest boxing promotions in the country meant professionalism wasn’t optional. Fighters would come in with split brows, fractured hands, busted ribs—they needed someone to stay calm and help them, nothing more.

So when Satoru swaggered into the medical room after another dominant win with nothing worse than a cut over his eyebrow, you treated him exactly like you would with any other boxer.

“Sit.” He obeyed with an dramatic expression, dropping onto the examination table before that familiar smug smirk formed on his face. “Anything for my favourite nurse.”

You didn’t even glance up from the tray to pay him any attention whilst you snapped on a pair of gloves. “I’m your only nurse.”

He leaned his elbows on his knees. “Exactly, makes the decision easy.” Ignoring him had become second nature.

You soaked a piece of gauze in some antiseptic before gently pressing it against the shallow cut. The moment it stung his shoulders twitched suddenly. “Ouch.” He said, clearly being over the top.

“I barely touched you.” You try not to roll your eyes at his dramatic behaviour. He shrugged, “I know.. but i thought if i complained enough, you’d kiss it better.” His blue eyes sparkled, clearly amused by his own teasing.

You look at him flatly. “No.” You say, focusing back on cleaning his cut, trying to just block his voice out. “Didn’t even hesitate.” He laughs, watching your concentrated face.

His hands move to your waist instead, running up your sides like he was purposely trying to distract you. “Stay still.” You snapped, but there was no heat behind it. “I’m trying.” He stopped moving his hands but he didn’t move them off your waist. “No you’re not.” A smile tugged at his lips.

You dabbed one last time at the cut before applying a small adhesive strip. “There.” You say, putting everything away again. But his smile didn’t fade. “So.. dinner?” He asks, leaning back on his hands. Despite being done cleaned up, he wasn’t making any move to leave.

You shake your head in response. “Coffee?” He tries again, only to get another refusal. “A walk?” You give him a sideways glance before shaking your head again. He sighs, pretending to think. “Breakfast?” You peeled off your gloves before throwing them in the bin. “No.” But his efforts did make you smile atleast, even though you were trying to stay professional, you couldn’t help it.

Once he saw your smile, his eyes lit up like he had just won something, proud he finally made you smile. “There it is.” He says, sliding off the examination table, standing up next to you.

You roll your eyes playfully, reaching for his medical chart, writing down a few notes down before handing it back to him. “Keep the cut clean. Any other problems just let me know.”

“Anything else?” He asks still making no attempt to leave just yet. “Yes.” You turn to him, his eyebrows lifted hopefully, assuming you had changed your mind on going out with him. “Stop flirting with your medical staff.”

He laughed softly before groaning, “okay, okay.” He finally starts to walk to the door, turning back to you just before he leaves. “See you soon, sweetheart.” But he knew he’d definitely try injuring himself more just to see you.

ac — @/alinascorner tiktok

Being the captain’s favourite came with many perks.

“Ngh —Captain! The crew may hear!” Yet you made no effort to cease the rocking of your hips into his eager mouth. Suguru chuckled, violet eyes glinting up at you, “Let em hear.”

He had perched you on top of his desk before kneeling between your legs and feasting on your cunt like a man starved.

The feathers of his earrings tickled your thighs along with the loose strands of inky hair that cascaded down his shoulders. He looked downright sinful as he devoured you, his hat slipping from its place on his head with every hungry lap of his tongue against your clit.

You felt the pink muscle of his tongue delve deeper within your walls, eliciting the filthiest of noises from your maw. “Captain, please,” you whined. “Mhm, cum for me first, sweet thing.”

He was always one to put his crew before himself.

Two thick, calloused fingers bullied their way into your cunt, stuffing you so deliciously full. A broken moan tore from your throat as he began to curl them up, up into your sweet spot.

Your legs trembled on either side of his head as the knot in your stomach tightened. Suguru’s tongue stayed glued to your clit, flicking and suckling on the bundle of nerves as he continued to pump his fingers inside of you.

˚a/n: this is just my opinion! & this is also for the anon that asked me for a nsfw alphabet (which i promise i'll finish when i get the time to). ᵎᵎ ‎

ꫂ᭪݁ giving:

breed!ng: this is a popular headcanon for a reason! i can just imagine him being full of his yummy cum and wanting nothing more than to just fill it all inside you. i always see him as a highly obsessive person in every area of his life, so marking his territory in the bedroom is NO exception !

degradat!on: another popular one, but it's so obvious, i think his degradation however wouldn't be straight up foul and offensive (especially if you're in an established relationship). it would be words along the lines of — "oh you're such a nasty girl (or slut)" / "aww, just look at you, so needy for me." it would be stuff which re-establish his sense of mock playfulness in the relationship, and him liking the affect he has over you.

org@sm control: my personal interpretation of bakugo is a dominant switch. ₁ i think there's a really big part of him which would get a big kick out of seeing his partner a bit helpless and at his mercy. my toxic bakugo headcanon will always be that he's super controlling, so being able to have the authority to dictate when or how you're pleasured would be highly appealing to him.

mommy/d@ddy: again, staying on theme. i don't think being called 'daddy' is something he will explicitly seek out. however, when he's fucking you good and you slip out a little "just like that daddy", it would get him REALLY going. he would increase his pace, start finding new ways to make you feel good.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ receiving:

praise: no surprise here! he has a big ego (play 'ego' by beyoncé • ᴗ < ), and just hearing you encourage him and validate him that he's doing your body good would be everything he really needs in the bedroom. i think praise would also heal his childhood wounds and desires, slip in a little '#1 d!ck' in there and watch him blush like crazy. he would reward you in return by spending extra time with his tongue on your clit, or increasing his strokes.

or@l fixation: he loves recieving blowjobs! he's just a horny guy at the end of the day! you on your knees, or when you're sitting on his face and you're in the 69 position, he'd eattt itt upp. i think he would especially appreciate it considering he's such a giver himself, so to have something in return which produces such high pleasure for him would be purrfect.

mommy/daddy: as much as he loves being in control, i think during aftercare at times when he's being a bit too rough, he would love to just lay on your chest and be comforted. during this, i can see him embarrassingly muffling 'mommy' under his breath just for the sheer fact his face is close to your chest. compared to others like izuku, kirishima, denki, who i think would voluntarily call you ‘mommy’, i think for bakugo it would be in very intimate moments where he feels safe.

restrain: this one i'm a bit unsure of, maybe i'm a bit influenced by fanart where he's tied up...but he is a switch after all! the scenario i see this happening the most is when you tie him to show off a new set of lingerie you bought, teasing him about what he can't have. this would get him so excited and passionate in a deeply almost animalistic way.

roommate!suguru geto and her exhibitionism problems ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw: mdni, fem!suguru, thigh riding, art by suguruboobs

You like your roommate, you really do, she keeps everything tidy, cooks for you in the weekends and she has picked you up from parties when you're wasted. She's almost like a friend to you. Because there's this minor inconvenience with her that makes you just a little bit uncomfortable.

She likes to walk around naked in your apartment, with zero shame. Sometimes she's with her tits out and panties, other times she's wearing a bra but with her pussy bare, most of the times she's just fully nude.

And you really want to hate it, but how could you when Suguru has the most amazing body you've ever seen. Her breasts are round and perky, big enough to bounce while she walks, same with her ass, perfect to grab and knead. Thick strong thighs and arms because she works out (also naked in your living room) and her pussy... gosh, she has the prettiest trimmed bush that peeks a little when she wears panties that makes your mouth water.

You feel like a pervert every goddamn time, even after she told you that she doesn't care that you stare at her. But just her sight makes you so fucking wet. You're having breakfast just before leaving for work and she shows up in the kitchen with her long inky hair up in a loose bun, her bare hips swaying around the kitchen while she scrambles some eggs.

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