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my friend told me to post these lol. I LOVE YOU WINTER SOLDIER!DEREK <3333

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totally didn't expect that teen wolf post to do so well LMAO. so here are some mha works I've done !!
can you tell katsuki is my favorite character 😋
WHITE NIGHTS husband!bucky barnes x wife!reader [3.4k]
— ⟢ SUMMARY: your husband is hungry. — ⟢ WARNINGS: bucky is down bad; pregnancy and postpartum stuff (they just had a baby); baby’s nickname is bean; fluff; smut; lactation kink; nipple play; coming untouched; pussy pronouns; breeding kink; fingering; mention of squirting.
THE MORE WRINKLED THE RAISIN, THE SWEETER
SUMMARY: You know what they say, the more wrinkled the raisin, the sweeter it is. Oh and wasn’t he sweet...
NOTE: Peter is so hot, damn.xoxo
The storm outside cracked like a live wire, lightning flashing through the steel beams of Derek’s loft. Rain slammed the windows like the sky was trying to get in. It was late—past midnight—but no one in the pack was yawning.
Not with the way Derek paced in front of the makeshift war table, arms crossed tight, brow locked in that signature "someone’s gonna die tonight" furrow.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT7
PT1 , PT2 , PT3 , PT4 , PT5 & PT6 here!!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read... 📖
featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru, fratjo (aka sato)
(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo
! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , a bit of fratjo, slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.
a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ soundgasm links ࿓
ᵎ!ᵎ a/n: minors DNI, a collection of m4f audios i like, i can post more if you like pink links are my favsᝰ.ᐟ
⌗ 𝟷 [M4F] Edging Me and Forcing Me — [ASMR] [msub] [whimpers] [moans] [begging] [mommy] [real orgasm] [soft voice] [long as heck, wow]
⌗ 𝟸 [M4F] Your Best Friend Helps You Get Over Your Ex — [MDom] [Friends to Lovers] [Isolated Cabin] [Size Difference] [Nipple Play] [Spit Play] [Blowjob] [Dick Slaps] [Multiple Speaker Orgasms] [Good Girl] [Standing Sex] [Spanking] [Pussy Slaps] [Creampie] [Mating Press] [Aftercare]
⌗ 𝟹 [MM4F] Let Your Roommates Help You Relax — You get home from an exhausting day only to realize that you forgot to charge your vibrator. Your roommates come to check on you and see if they can help, and you certainly have something you can think of that would help.
⌗ 𝟺 Shower Isn’t Over Until Bakugo Cums — After a brutal sparring session, you slip into the showers alone… but Bakugo follows — and doesn’t leave. What starts as teasing turns into a full-blown power trip. He fingers you until your legs give out, fucks you through overstimulation, and refuses to finish until you’re broken open and full of him. Shower walls shake. Steam fogs. You’re not done until he says so.
⌗ 𝟻 [M4F] Making a Deal with Your Best Friend's Younger Brother
⌗ 𝟼 Finally Fucking Your Feral Best Friend [M4F] — [script fill] [FERAL] [friends to lovers] [mdom] [fsub] [down BAD] [extremely needy] [desperate] [built up tension] [clothes ripping] [panty stealing] [blowjob] [cunnilingus] [choking] [spit in mouth] [mating press] [creampie]
⌗ 𝟽 Revenge is Making Him Call You Mommy — this one was my shit!!
⌗ 𝟾 [M4F] Making your academic rival your good boy — [Msub] [Rivals to Lovers] [Why did you kiss me?] [Bratty] [Cocky] [I'm your good boy] [Mommy] [I need you] [Begging] [Whimpering] [Oral] [You taste so good] [Slapping] [Covering my mouth] [Choking] [I'll keep my glasses on] [Restrained by tie] [Riding] [Improv]
⌗ 𝟿 [M4F]Obsessed best friend fucks you hard, then you turn the tables — [Shy] to [Mdom to Msub]] so [good girl] then [good boy]speaker receives[choking] and [slapping][roommates][heavy breathing][multiple positions][obsessive]
⌗ 𝟷𝟶 [MM4F] A Lesson In Slut Theory — [Friends to FWB] [Threesome] [Mdom] x2 [Sharing Scandalous Stories] Lots of [Degradation] & [Praise] [Handjobs] [Blowjobs] [Taking Turns] [Cunnilingus] [Spitroasted] [Rough Sex] [Spanking] [Multiple Listener Orgasms] [Mutual Orgasms] [Aftercare] You can tell us anything, honey~
⋆˙⟡ main ml ⋆˙⟡
➘ multis
hungry
stress relief
go slow
morning
stretch
ride
lollipop
roomies
ass, thighs, or tits
ass, thighs, or tits pt2
earn it - bkdk x reader
phone call - bkdk x reader
vibe check
audio msg received
vid msg received
fresh baked cookies - tdbkdk
jewelry
party favor - dkbk x reader
➘ s. todoroki
ovulation
needy
making out
just a bite
birthday boy
heating pad
camboy
somno
spoiled
ab riding
freak virgin shoto
➘ k. bakugo
shopping spree
elevator
softie
cockwarming edging
overstimming you
wanna ride
taking care of you
lunch break - bkdk
ff theories
riding his abs
somno
pervy roomie
first date
bday sex
kiss drunk
➘ i. midoriya
take notes
roommate!izuku
stretch, ride, & lollipop - izuku’s ver.
sleepy
perfect
perv roommate
lunch break - bkdk
nasty and gross izuku
tied up
pervy roomie izu
partnered up
soft boyfie
ab riding
creamy // slice of heaven
➘ t. amajiki
facetime?
irl
need you
➘ h. shinso
hands behind ur back
late night
the chase
➘ e. kirishima
thigh teaser
ab riding
➘ d. kaminari
over the desk
roommate!denki
➘ dabi (t. todoroki)
what holiday?
piercings
ears
500 miles ft baby shoto
➘ t. shigaraki
crybaby
➘ k. takami
light as a feather
sleepy makeout + dry humping with megumi ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
megumi just came back from a long mission and he's sleeepppyy but he just wants you ˊᴖˋ
w.c. 600 c.w. suggestive themes !
"mmmf— gumi..!" you whine as megumi climbs on top of you, feeling his weight melt onto your body as his tongue slips past your lips once again.
his eyes are droopy with sleep, evident that he's exhausted. but megumi, hopelessly whipped for his girlfriend megumi, brings a hand to your bra, dipping his hand beneath the padding to squeeze your tit.
another hand cups your jaw, but his grasp is softer than usual. nearly every bone in his body is tired, but somehow his mouth keeps deepening the kiss, and his hips respond to yours every time you grind on him desperately.
"my pretty girl.." he mutters.
the bulge presses through his sweatpants, and you already know his leaky tip is completely soaking his boxers, but the two of you are simply too tired to do anything about it other than get off on clothed sex like the horny teenagers you once were.
megumi's never been too rough with you, now more than ever with the way he lazily kisses you back, the way his hands move across your body with less fervor.
he's got you leaning against the bedframe, your shoulders propped up on a pillow as strands of his jet black hair tangle in your fingers.
"love you so much" he whispers, and his eyes twinkle with adoration as he pauses for a moment to meet your gaze.
"you're so cute." you laugh back. the way you laugh makes him melt every time - the way your lashes flutter, the way your teeth show in your smile, the fact that he makes you laugh.
you start growing wetter the second he buries his face into your neck, hips rutting into yours.
a groan escapes his mouth at the way he can feel you all over him, him all over you, it's hard to distinguish the two at this point. he's exhausted. you can definitely feel that.
"baby," you pull away from his lips for a moment. "lay down for me."
megumi slumps down next to you, his hands laying loosely next to his head and his eyelids sagging.
thankfully, you're not as tired as him, and you lift a leg over his knees, straddling his lap. his hands instinctively move to your hips to guide you, but instead you bring his hand toward you. his fingers securely wrap around yours.
the grinding starts slow. you roll your hips enticingly, and somehow he feels even harder than before. it takes a second to find your pace, but soon enough you're practically bouncing on top of him, desperate to please your swollen clit with every time you snap back down onto him.
"fffuckk, baby," you press your chest to his as his cock twitches underneath you. "might cum just like this."
"yeah?" he breathes, an arm covering his eyes. he moans as you plunge your hips deep onto him.
you don't exchange a lot of words after that, only his heavy breaths and your soft moans fill the room as you each get your release. megumi strokes your hair as your wave of pleasure passes, and you feel his lips kissing your forehead.
the sheets rustle as you cuddle up next to your boyfriend, still softly rubbing your backside against his pelvis.
he's used to it by now, and his hand finds your waist under your his hoodie, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb.
"..gumi?"
"hm?" he answers with his eyes closed.
"i love you."
you turn your head to face him when he doesn't reply, but he's already fast asleep, chest rising and falling as he breathes slowly.
a/n: it's my bday in 6 minutes!! a very self indulgent short lil drabble.. honestly i was js writing to write for this one so idk if it's very good and you can imagine more in your head yay how fun!!
should i create a taglist ?? please comment and tell me.. also reminder that my requests are currently open!! send me an ask.. if you want... ALSO my baby daddy toji fic randomly got a ton of likes which was super unexpected but tysm anyway!!
damn long ahh a/n sybau angel amirite 😂
divider creds: @cursed-carmine + @feimingo
୨ৎ ࿐ mdni!
your living room had become your private sanctuary, a space where the heat of your shared desire with your boyfriend eclipsed everything else.
you straddled Isaac on the couch, your thighs bracketing his hips, your body pressed so close to his that you could feel every shudder, every breath. your little game of secrecy had escalated, and now, with your older brother out of town, you were lost in each other, oblivious to anything but the fire between you.
your movements were fast, desperate, your hips grinding against Isaac with a rhythm that drove him wild. you were rubbing herself against him, the friction of your clothes creating a delicious, torturous heat that had him cursing under his breath.
“fuck, baby,” he gasped, his voice low, strained, his hands gripping your hips tighter, trying to keep control but failing miserably. you were amazing at riding—he made sure to remind you, always—even through layers of fabric, your skill undeniable, your passion intoxicating.
your pajama shorts, thin and clinging, were soaked through, the dampness a testament to how wet you were, how much you wanted him. should’ve made you feel self conscious, but it was impossible when his blue eyes were almost rolling back as you kept going.
the fabric molded to your core, outlining every curve, every fold, and Isaac couldn’t tear his eyes away once he looked down. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, the sight of your arousal so evident, so raw, pushing him closer to the edge with every grind.
your soft whimpers filled the room, your moans needy, each one punctuated by his name, by breathy curses that sent shivers down his spine. “Isaac,” you gasped, your voice trembling, your head tilting back as you moved faster, your hips rocking with precision. “oh, fuck,” you breathed, the words slipping out in a rush, your eyes fluttering shut, lost in the pleasure.
Isaac was throbbing beneath you, his arousal painfully evident, trapped in his sweatpants, the fabric now wet from his own precum, from the friction of your bodies. he could feel himself leaking, the sensation maddening, the pressure building to a point where he knew he was going to lose it.
he was going to come in his damn sweatpants, and it was all because of you—your heat, your movements, your sounds.
“holy shit,” he groaned, his voice a low growl, his hands sliding up your sides, under your shirt, feeling the heat of your skin, the tremble of your body. his thumbs brushed the underside of your bare tits, teasing, adding to the fire, but it was your grinding, your relentless rhythm, that had him on the edge.
your movements grew more frantic, your thighs trembling and burning, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. you were so close, your arousal seeping through your shorts, making them cling even tighter, the friction almost unbearable. fuck, he felt good.
Isaac’s hands guided you, helping you keep the pace, his own hips bucking up to meet yours, matching your rhythm, desperate for more.
“Isaac, please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking, not even sure what you were asking for, but being unable to stop yourself.
your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt. the sound of his name on your lips, the way you begged, was too much, too perfect. he could feel your wetness, could imagine how you’d feel without the barriers, and it drove him wild.
he was pulsing, his boxers soaked, the fabric sticking to him, a mess. “you’re gonna make me come, princess,” he gasped, his voice raw, his eyes locked on yours, seeing the desperation, the need mirrored in your gaze. “fuck, ‘m so close.”
your moans grew louder, your body arching, your hips grinding harder, faster, chasing your own release. “Isaac, oh, fuck,” your voice a litany of pleasure, your movements erratic, driven by instinct, by need. you were so wet, so ready, that every grind sent a jolt through both of you, the friction a delicious torment.
Isaac’s hands tightened on your hips, his control slipping, his breaths ragged. “come with me, yeah?” he urged, his voice a desperate plea, his hips bucking up harder, matching your pace. he could feel it, the edge, the precipice, and he knew he was going to fall, knew he was going to come in his pants like a teenager, and he didn’t care, not when it was you, not when it felt this good.
the room was filled with your sounds, your moans, your curses, the quiet creak of the couch beneath you, the rustle of fabric, the wet slide of your bodies through layers. It was messy, it was hot, it was you, and as your moans peaked, your body tensing, Isaac felt himself tip over the edge, his release hitting him hard, a groan tearing from his throat as he came, soaking his sweatpants, his body shuddering beneath you.
you followed, your own climax crashing over you, your cries muffled against his shoulder, your body trembling, your thighs clamping around him as you rode out the waves. you clung to each other, breathless, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal.
he sat there, you still straddling him, your breaths slowing, your hearts racing, the aftermath a beautiful mess. Isaac’s hands caressed your back, soothing you, grounding you, while your head rested against his chest, your body still trembling with the aftershocks.
“you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse yet soft as his lips met the curve of your neck, pressing against your clammy skin in a lingering kiss.
you smiled, nuzzling his neck, earning a soft chuckle from your boyfriend. “super,” you breathed. “that was so fucking hot.” he laughed, a little louder this time, nipping at your earlobe, before kissing your temple.
𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ is fighting demons while you hump his thigh in your sleep.
♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older clanhead!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: smut :: wet dreams :: satoru's fighting a losing battle
⊹ ꒰ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ꒱ ⊹
"Are you scared I'll pop your hip if you let me bounce on it?"
You chirped one day during breakfast.
He choked up his mouthful of rice. Hacked with tears in his eyes while you had the audacity to rub smooth circles on his back. Hellish minx with your hands softer than heaven.
Satoru was the strongest, and you tested all forty four years of that strength.
"You are actually going to kill me," he grunted, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
Your eyes glimmered. "You've got a hefty life insurance, rightttt?"
Never in his life had it been so hard to fight a smile. You were something else. A demon and a doe, placed into his scarred hands.
You were all he was looking for and everything that he shouldn't want, even three months into your marriage.
Every day, you chipped away at a new section of his sanity. Made his slowly failing hormones surge and erect. Ahem, in more ways than one.
It was the way you spoke to him. Silk and smooth.
The way you batted those bratty, bambi eyes at him.
The way you flaunted that pretty body of yours. Teases of skin with your kimono dipped below your shoulder. Or the towel you'd prance around in the room with, agonisingly slowly as you went about your morning routine.
Yeah. Satoru had accepted that he was married to a crazy girl. A young girl. Who looked like she was a second closer every day to jumping his bones and giving him more wrinkles in his thighs.
To say he didn't fantasise about it would be a lie. Satoru thought about the things he could do to your soft, tender body more times than he'd like to admit.
Were you all big talk? Would you crumble the second his worn hands slipped between your thighs?
Would you be able to take him at all?
Guess that's a thought that'll remain just that. A thought. A guilty fantasy he'll condemn himself for until the day he closes his eyes.
After much whining and those puppy eyes that his infinity had no chance against, he loosened up enough to cuddle you. Hold you through the night when you curled into him and tucked yourself under his chin like a cat. You sure were as mischievous as one.
But in your sleep, without those damning eyes and pretty smiles, Satoru could admire you without the threat of a vein popping. Or a stroke. Or a heart attack.
The tender slopes of your face. The gentleness of your brows. The softness of your lips. Angelic. You were angelic.
Well, when you weren't trying to hump his thigh.
Somewhere in the dead of dawn. On a day the gods decided to test his every ounce of patience, Satoru awoke to the softest, sweetest sound.
A moan.
Groggily, his eyes fluttered open. Halfway through a stir when he heard it again—
"toru."
His stare shot down. Hands already on your waist and a scold rising to his tongue.
Only to see that you were fast asleep.
Brows twitched in a small pinch. Face blotched in the darkness. Lips parted. Your fingers curled into him while your hips rolled in a stuttered rhythm.
He took a breath. Then two. Three. Enough for him to catch up to what was happening.
You were dreaming.
"Mm. . . Satoruuuu."
Worse, you were dreaming about him.
Stewing in guilty pleasure, Satoru watched for a selfish moment. Your scrunched up face. Your hips rutting on his haphazardly.
His breath lodged in his throat.
A damp spot bloomed on his thigh.
Fuck.
He grit his teeth. Summoned all his strength. Squeezed his eyes shut and said every affirmation under the sun.
I will not touch my wife who's half my age.
I will not help her horny dream self.
I will not drive myself crazy with her sweet moans.
I will not be tempted by her little wet pussy on my— NO.
He gulped. Hard. Glaring to the ceiling as he fought off demons while you humped him like a rabbit in heat.
Eventually, he found the strength to grip your waist. To stop you. More importantly, the strength to not pull you over his crotch and grind up into that sweet cunt.
Your moans stirred into whimpers. Stirred into shudders. Your bucking hips slowing until they laid motionless.
Peace.
Or well, as much peace as he could have with a heavy, hot throb between his thighs.
This was a comic. Fucking. Joke.
There you were. Sleeping soundly with a content smile on your face. Like your wetness wasn't smeared on his thigh and you weren't humping the hell out of his leg just a moment afo. Looking as beautiful as you were damning.
Fuck. He was gonna lose his mind.
Sucking in a breath, Satoru slowly unwinded his limbs from yours. Slipping away before he broke all of his vows. Not tonight. Not ever.
Even through the ice cold shower, he was staring at his pulsing erection. Refusing to go down. Standing high at attention.
He almost wanted to slap it.
Slap himself.
Slap whatever divine force brought him here. Strung him between all of his morals, and his sweet young wife.
"Toru?" Your petal voice called out.
He groaned. Slumping his head against the tiles. Oh yeah. You were gonna give him a stroke.
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a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !
“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.
“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.
“c’mon pretty.” you purr.
“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.
“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”
“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.
“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.
you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.
“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.
“yes.” he squeezes your hips.
you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.
“ask.” you look down at him.
“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.
“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”
your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.
“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.
“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”
“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.
“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.
𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 🌷♡ ͏͏ has you sucking his dick while he drives you home. the problem? you're his son's best friend.
♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. older!satoru :: age gap (40s/20s) :: smut :: roadhead :: m.oral :: fingering :: dirty talk :: reader is megumi's best friend
"Fuck, your dad's gonna kill me."
All you had was that new car smell and the scent of Satoru's cum clogging up your nose.
Rough, long fingers gripped at your hair. Blunt nails digging at your scalp. Forcing you down harder. Deeper. Till you gagged and spluttered all over his dark pants.
Swallowing your best friend's dad's cock down your throat was exactly how you wanted this night to end.
Satoru's white-knuckling the steering. You could picture his jaw set tight. Grinding moans between his teeth as those woman-killer blues of his locked to the windscreen even with his fogged, rimless glasses.
Streetlights flashed by. Pouring over the lewd scene in the front seat. Of you, on your knees and leaned over the centre console, his thick cock straining your lips. Your cherry gloss mixing with foamy precum as bob your head back to his base.
His hips twitched. Breath hitched. As the car slowed to a red light, his head finally fell back.
"Sweet lil' brat," he heaved. Sounding like his lungs were fighting god as he gripped at the back of your neck. "This your plan all along? Study session with my son so you could get me here?"
"Mhhhm."
You hummed, honeyed as you withdrew with a filthy pop. Tongue laving over his underside. Swirling on his throbbing, blushing tip.
"Of course not, Mr Gojo." You croaked, delicate hand squeezing his cock, thumbing on a vein. You pressed the hardness into the side of your face. Batting your doeish lashes up at him.
"I'm a good girl. I promise."
A curse hissed from his heaving chest. Stare heavy as it scowled down at you. A dark grin cracked onto his lips.
"Yeah? Good girl sucking old man dick? Knowing damn well my son's got a crush on her?" His hard shove forced your head back down his cock. Stretching your aching glands around his thick inches.
His hot tip smacked the back of your throat. Smearing his sickeningly sweet pre all over. Earning a saliva-filled whine from your dazed self. Your eyes fluttering back with little hearts as you slaved your mind and mouth to the sick course of sucking on a man who was twice your age. Old enough to be your father. Hell, your best friend's dad.
Gurgled babbles and filthy gawks filled the dim, humid space. Your knees rubbing raw on the leather seat as you let him fuck your throat. Taking you all the way till your chin grazed his balls and tears spilled from your eyes.
"Now that's a good girl. Fuuckk. Pretty lil' thing like you really knows how to suck a dick huh?"
His rough groan vibrated deep in your tummy. Your shaky thighs rubbed together to ease the hot slickness blooming between them.
"What's this?" Satoru breathed, cutting you a small glance as the car took off again.
The hand on your hair slipped down your back. His arm long enough to easily reach over your ass and tuck between your thighs. A sly middle and index nestled against soaked cotton. Stroking over your swollen flesh.
"Getting your panties all sticky just from sucking me off? Oh poor baby," his tut was drawled, pouted as he massaged your quivering cunt. Rubbing on the wet spot and grinding his callouses right beneath your clit.
You choked around him. Eyes fluttering back as you tried to press yourself into him. Whimpering around his pulsing cock as your head stuttered in its movements.
His hips bucked a bit. Stuffing you full again until you spluttered.
"Uh uh sweet thing, c'mon." He cooed. "Keep that throat niicceee and full. You're a good girl, remember?"
You barely managed a nod. Taking him back down till he bulged your bobbing throat again. All while he played with your needy cunt and kept his eyes on the road.
Never slipping in, never stuffing you full from both sides, Satoru merely kept you in the desperate position. Bent over his centre console, in his car, with his cum threatening to spill down your throat any second.
"Three minutes, sweetheart. Better— fuck. Hurry if you wanna take something home with ya." He strained, pinching your clit through your soaked panties.
You whined. Hollowing your cheeks. Squeezing your throat. Your head pumped in a shot of vigour. Eager to taste his cum before you trotted back into your house and smiled at your parents. Lied through your teeth about how productive your study session was when you wouldn't remember anything other than the smell of your best friend's dad and the taste of his cum.
Spit and pre mixed. Stringing a filthy web between your lips and his crotch. Snapping and splashing as you worked him. Jerking back to focus on his tip. Sucked on a vein. Then greedily took him back all the way. Till your throat would miss the shape of him when this was all over.
The car slowed as Satoru got close. Both to your home and his orgasm. Words melting into a stream of deep groans and gruff grunts.
His hips slammed! up as he turned the corner. Grinding nastily into your mouth. Twitching and throbbing like mad as that thick, underside vein of his pulsed hard at the back of your tongue.
"Better fuckin— take every, hah, every drop like the good girl ya keep telling me you are." Words broken, rough. You swore his eyes must've been rolling back.
As the car pulled up, his hand slammed down. Shoving your head all the way. Till your eyes rolled into your skull and your mind flatlined.
"Fuck, oh fuck babbyyy."
Hot, thick spurts frothed up your throat. Creaming you so full that it bubbled back up into your mouth. Spilling around your glossy lips. Trickling down your chin.
You didn't care for the mess. Too lost in your newest addiction: old cock and cum.
Satoru's breaths heaved. Wheezed and burning as he slumped back into the seat. Glossy eyes looped to the car roof as his glasses slipped down his nose.
"Fucking. . . gonna give me a stroke." He groaned, grinding his hips a few more times into your greedy mouth.
You hummed in response. Dazed. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there. Nursing on his cock and lapping his cum.
No such luck. Satoru lifted you off of him soon enough. Cupping your face and swiping a thumb on your lower lip.
"Can't keep doing this, y'know." He breathed. But his eyes told you that's hardly what he wanted.
Nudging your face into his palm, you pouted. "You can't ignore me now. I sucked your dick in a car. We're practically engaged."
He sighed, deep and fond before he pressed a kiss between your brows. Achingly affectionate.
"Crazy girl."
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Bark Like You Want It
Isaac Lahey x Fem!Thick!Reader
You better drop to your knees and bark like you want it.
aka The Isaac Rut Fic
Summary:
You have noticed some changes in Isaac since his father died, but you chalked it up to the dark shroud of his father's personality no longer clouding his life. You couldn't quite put your finger on the rest of his - the new stride of his confidence, his newly acquired muscles, the brighter spark in his eye - until the two of you were locked in the janitor's closet unexpectedly and it all clicked.
That spark in his eye turned golden yellow, and his voice turned into a puppy-like whine, and he started humping your leg... a lot like a dog.
(Or - Isaac gets trapped in a closet with you and being trapped with your scent sends him into a rut.)
Isaac Lahey x Fem!Thick!Reader. Acquaintances to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.
Word Count: 12,900
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Full list of warnings and author's notes below.
Zuko
no fool for discretion
synopsis: Sometimes, dating Adrian Chase means sneaking through basement windows because he really wants you to see his secret basement and really doesn't want you to meet his mom.
gif by @/chaseadrian
pairing: adrian chase x reader tags: 18+!, smut, established relationship, (protected) sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, humor, fluff, quiet sex, hand gagging, mild sensory deprivation, not fully sub or fully dom adrian but a secret third thing, overstimulation, biting word count: 5.8k notes: brought to you by this request! title from the song "big dumb sex" by soundgarden which I firmly believe Adrian would like because it reminds him of all the glam metal songs about sex that Peacemaker likes but it has none of the subtext.
“Honestly, I’m kind of looking forward to meeting your mom!”
Adrian slammed on the brakes so hard you had to brace your hand against the dashboard, your seatbelt cutting tight across your skin. His eyes were wide, a grimace of pure panic on his lips.
“You can’t meet my mom!”
You blinked back at him. “Sorry?”
“There’s no fucking way you’re meeting my mom,” he said again, his tone firmer this time, but not any more elucidating than the last outburst.

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Zuko knows how to eat pussy
cw: explicit, squirting, riding Zuko’s face.
“Zuko—fuck—” you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. He’s so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.
You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins you—Zuko’s face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard you’re gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.
“Ride my face,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. “C’mon, princess—use me. Ride me.”
Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. “Zuko—right there—fuck—” You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.
His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. “Taste so fucking good… keep going, just like that.”
You’re practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. You’re riding his face with zero shame now, “Zuko—I’m—fuck, I’m close—” you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.
Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.
“Fuck, princess,” he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesn’t do much. “C’mere I wanna watch you ride my cock.”
You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.
There was one thing you did want to know though…and that was, “So Zuko, where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that?”
Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.
a/n: I don’t have any explanation for my ferality
Omg making out with bakugouuu and leaving him a ton of hickeys… getting so worked up on his lap… I need it
Also hihi, I recently found your blog and I lovveee your writing may I be 🫐 anon?
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hihi 🫶🏽 welcomeee !!! yes— you can absolutely be 🫐 anon. i’m new to this, and this is very motivating ! thank you so much for the love, that means more than you know <333
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i bite things i like.
soft, messy, claiming kisses on katsuki bakugo ᥫ᭡
timeskip bf!bakugo x fem!reader nsfw !!
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katsuki’s sitting back against the couch, his common manspread, and broad shoulders relaxed in that way that’s supposed to look casual but never really is. old scars map his skin, familiar and warm under your palms when you climb into his lap like it’s muscle memory, knees pressing into the couch on either side of him, and he lets out this low sound in his chest that’s half a warning, half surrender. “mm—” he mutters, his hands twitch like he’s deciding whether to stop you—or let you ruin him.
“what,” he mutters.
you just smile softly and leaning in, your mouth finds his, messy and unhurried. kisses that linger just long enough to make him restless. you kiss him slow at first, testing and teasing. your mouth moves against his like you’ve got all the time in the world, like you’re not sitting right where he’s weakest. he exhales sharp through his nose, fingers digging into your hips on instinct.
he kisses you back harder, deeper, like he’s trying to say something he doesn’t have the patience to put into words. you can feel how worked up he’s getting by the way his jaw tenses, the way his grip shifts—firm, but careful. always careful with you, no matter how bad his temper is.
“see, this is what i mean,” he grumbles against your lips, “you do this shit on purpose.”
you hum against his mouth, pleased, and kiss him again—deeper this time. your hands slide up his chest, thumbs brushing over skin that immediately goes warm under your touch. he groans low, barely contained, forehead dropping to yours.
then your lips trail down his jaw, his neck, and you feel him stiffen immediately, tilting his head to give more access. “fuck, cut it out—,” he says, too late, voice already rough. “you’re gonna start somethin’ you’re not finishin’.”
that’s when you bite him.
not hard—just enough. a quick press of teeth into the skin of his shoulder and neck, deliberate and playful. when you pull back, there’s already color blooming there, pink turning darker by the second.
he hisses, “oi— fuck—” his hand comes up to your jaw, thumb pressing under your chin, not stopping you, just holding you there. “did you just— fuckin’ bite me..?” his breath stutters.
you pull back just enough to look at him, eyes bright, teasing. “i bite things i like,” you say sweetly, like it explains everything.
for a second, he just stares at you. then he chuckles under his breath, shaking his head like he’s already lost. “you’re fuckin’ dangerous,” he says, but his thumb is warm on your skin, almost reverent.
he takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself as you go back to sucking on his skin.
“fuck, woman.” he mutters, head tipping back for a second like he’s praying for strength. he doesn’t find it though, his hands slide up your back instead, pulling you flush against him. “somethin’s wrong with you, you know that?”
you don’t answer, you lean back in and do it again and again. this time closer to his collarbone.. slower, lingering and he hisses through his teeth, fingers tightening like he’s holding himself together by force alone. more marks begin to form as you suck on him, slower this time, more deliberate.
he moans softly and hands slide up your back, palms hot, pulling you closer until your chest is flush against his. “keep that up,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low, steadying himself, “i’m gonna— fuck- lose it.”
but he still tilts his head for you, still lets you mark him up.
katsuki’s fingers dig into your hips as you continue to mark his skin, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second. the pleasure begins to build within you, the telltale tingling sensation starting in your core and radiating outwards. he seems oblivious to the impending storm in between your legs, too lost in the pleasure of your lips on his neck.
as you continue to lavish attention on katsuki’s neck and collarbone, your hips begin to move of their own accord. you grind down oh so slowly against his lap, seeking friction and relief from the growing ache between your thighs.
he groans softly, his hands sliding up your back and tangling in your hair. he pulls you closer, "grindin’ on me now?” he murmurs against your ear, but even as he says it, you can feel the heat building within you reaching a fever pitch, you can’t help but whine in response, “mm— katsuki…” your movements become more urgent, more desperate as you chase the pleasure that's just out of reach. his fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise you, urging you on as he grinds up against you in return, rocking you back and forth.
the room starts to spin around the edges of your vision as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside of you. you’re so close now... just a little bit more...
your breath comes in short, sharp gasps as you continue to grind against katsuki’s lap, feeling his bulge grow against your soaked panties. the friction is delicious, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine with each movement. you can feel the heat pooling low in your belly, threatening to consume you entirely, “fuck..”
his hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing all the right places as he matches your movements grind by grind. his lips find yours again in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep as he claims your mouth just like he's claiming your body.
the tension inside of you reaches a breaking point and suddenly it all crashes over you at once— wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashing through every nerve ending until all you can do is cling to him desperately and ride out the storm, “y—yes kats…!” you moan out, cumming in your panties as you dryhump. a wet spot forms from the both of you as you got a little too worked up…
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after the last tremors fade away, you collapse against his chest panting heavily. bakugo wraps his arms around you tightly, holding on like he never wants to let go. for now though... there's no place else either of you would rather be than right here together.