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“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”

you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.

“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”

“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”

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.

“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”

you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.

“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”

“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”

you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.

“open wider, pretty boy.”

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.

satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.

“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”

“shush it toru ~~~”

To every genshin author out there who writes/will write/have written about this man, you have my love and I will always be grateful that you write for the character and give them just as much as love. You know who you are, and the community loves you. Smau writers, au writers and you horny people.

And for you who come across this post, take this as a sign to thank ur favorite author/moot for their work. We literally get fed because they just feel like writing- honey that takes a whole lotta work and brain power. I wish i could write like yall do, you guys are cool and chill af

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You almost fell asleep when Izuku’s voice cut through the silence of the room— making you open your eyes slowly.

“There’s one more here,” his tone is soft, yet analytical, brows furrowed as his hand hovers above your naked breasts, finger poking one of your beauty marks on one of them.

You blink a few times— your eyes readjusting to the faint light of the room— trying not to let sleep envelop you again. You look down where his finger points, seeing the little dark spot placed perfectly near the valley of your breasts.

“Oh— that…” you mutter, surprised. “I didn’t even notice,” you let out a sleepy chuckle.

He just hums at your words, green eyes focused on the spot, fingertips brushing softly against it as if trying to decipher when it appeared.

“It wasn’t here two days ago,” he adds quietly, making you raise your brows.

“You keep count of my beauty marks?” you ask in disbelief, even if the gesture fits him so well. Of course he’d do that.

“Sometimes… when I can’t fall asleep,” he admits, eyes flicking up for a second. “Is that weird?”

You shake your head at his question— your hand finding his.

“It’s very surprising… someone being so observant when it comes to me,” you assure him, guiding his hand over your cheek, placing it against the warm skin.

“How can I not be? You just… exist and make me want to look at you— trace you— study you…” he frowns again— not believing you would even ask this.

You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. Without thinking, you reach up, letting your fingers lace through his hair, and gently pull him down— your lips meeting his in a slow, lingering kiss.

He melts into it instantly, hands moving to rest against your sides, but you’re the one guiding him— pressing closer, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours. When you pull back just slightly, your foreheads rest together, and you let out a soft laugh.

“It’s not weird,” you murmur, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

He smiles, green eyes shining with something awe and affection.

Carefully, you shift, letting him settle against you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you snuggle close. His head rests perfectly in the curve of your neck.

“Stay like this?” you whisper.

Made entirely of openly bisexual/queer men

Made entirely of men who are vocal about being raised by single mothers on welfare

One of their members was adopted and raised by a Black woman and has said he "understands how his mother could hate 'the white man' and love him with her whole soul."

Were the first band to say, "No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist/MAGA U.S.A." on live television without ANY warning.

Literally released a song last year called, "The American Dream Is Killing Me"

Only hires ALL FEMALE bands to open for them to address inequality in the music industry

OPENLY tells trump supporters they are not welcome at their concerts.

Anyway, Enjoy Feb. 8th Magats! You're gonna hate it. :)

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a/n: too many biker!bakugo fanarts have lead me here - mainly these for inspo

k. bakugo 

you’re waiting in the backseat of your friends car, window down, enjoying the breeze when he pulls up next to you. you can’t help but stare at him as he kicks off his bike and leans back. you shamelessly look over his muscles, his shirt tight and leaving nothing to your imagination, eyes trailing lower to his legs and-

“my eyes are up here, sweetheart.” he flips his visor up.

you look up at the purr that comes from him. “yeah.. wasn’t looking at your eyes.” you rest your chin on your arm with a lazy smile.

“what were you lookin at?” he pulls off his helmet and you’re thankful you're sitting down. 

“dunno.” you shrug, letting your eyes trail back down. 

“wanna go for a ride?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“mmm.. don’t even know your name.” you hum. 

“katsuki.” he steps closer to the car.

“katsuki.” you taste his name on your tongue. 

“maybe say it a little.. breathier.” he chuckles. 

“mmngh katsuki!” you smirk watching his eyes darken. 

you tell him your name and the way it sounds coming from his mouth has you ready to abandon your friends. the convenience store doors open and close and you turn your head when your friends walk back to the car. they stare from you to katsuki and back to you with raised brows. 

“you good?” they look you over. 

“yeah.. i’m gonna take a ride with him.” you take off your seatbelt. “my locations on.” you smile and slip out of the car. 

“oh..kay?” they furrow their brows. 

“i’ll take good care of her.” he pats the side of the car. “ready?” he turns to you. 

“what about the store?” you tilt your head. 

“got everything i need.” he puts his helmet on over your head and puts it into place. “not the most ideal to wear a skirt.” he tugs on the helmet. 

“guess i should’ve worn panties too then, huh?” you blink up at him. 

“you’re not wearing panties?” he steps closer. 

“i am.” you pat his chest. 

“lets go.” he snaps the visor down and gets on his bike, holding his hand out to you. “c’mon sweetheart.” he helps you on and positions your hands around his waist. 

you splay your hands on his stomach, tracing around his abs, feeling his chuckle rumble in his chest. he pats your hands and kicks on his bike, smiling when you wrap your arms around him tighter and press against him. 

your breath catches when he pulls you both out onto the open road. you grip onto him, chest feeling lighter, a laugh bubbling up in your chest. he goes faster when he hears your laugh, weaving you through cars and making sure you can feel the wind, the purr of his engine. 

when he stops at a red he pats you thigh and leans to the side and you tuck yourself under his arm. “doing okay?” he smiles when you nod quickly. “alright, just hold on tight.” he knocks his head against your helmet and turns back around. 

he drives you around the city for the next hour, taking you down all the scenic routes so you can see the city in all its glory. when he finally slows near a high rise you perk up as he pulls you into a garage. 

“kidnapping me, katsuki?” you pat his stomach. 

“nahh, thought you’d wanna see the view from up top.” he chuckles. 

“mm, you’ll let me on top?” you nudge him with the helmet. 

“careful.” he pats your hand as he parks. 

he hops off the bike and helps you remove the helmet, hanging it off the mirror of the sleek black car he parked next to. he chuckles at your hair and offers you his hand to help you off. you bat his hand away but when you go to stand your legs are a little like jelly and you fall into him. 

“thought so.” he chuckles. “seems like you enjoyed the ride.” he nods to his bike and you look over your shoulder, heat rushing to your cheeks. “thought you said you were wearing panties.” he raises his brow at the small wet spot you left.

“i am.” you whine, burying your face in his chest. “i’m sorry.. i- mm.” 

“s’okay.” he pulls back and swipes his thumbs on your heated cheeks. “c’mon, you can lean on me. i got you, sweetheart.” 

he walks you to the elevator, softly poking fun at you, enjoying the way you’re squirming. he presses the button to the top floor and the elevator takes you both flying. you turn and look out at the city sinking beneath you until it finally comes to a stop. he leads you into his apartment, watching you walk over to the floor to ceiling windows. 

“got a balcony.” he hums, walking over to the door. 

you walk over to him and grab onto his arm as he takes you out, leading you over to the edge. “damn you got a nice view.” you look over at him. 

“‘s alright.” he smiles down at you. 

“and a nice bike..” you hum. 

“yeah?” he steps closer. 

“and a nice car.” you blink up at him. 

“how do you know?” he brushes your hair back. 

“cause you wouldn’t just hang a helmet off that expensive ass car unless it was yours.” you purse your lips. 

“fair.” he chuckles. 

“got some nice muscles too.” you splay your hand on his stomach, feeling them flex beneath your touch. 

“where you going with all this, sweetheart?” he tilts your jaw up. 

“thought you would offer me another ride.” you bat your lashes at him. 

he tilts your chin up higher and dips down to press his lips to yours. you wrap your arms around his back, gasping as he licks across your lips, slowly pushing his tongue into your mouth. you completely melt against him, softly whining as he lets go of your chin and slides his hand down your waist. his hand slips under your skirt, two fingers dragging against the damp fabric of your panties. 

“katsuki.” you gasp into his mouth. 

“hm?” he starts to rub little circles over your clit. 

you hold onto him like you’re going to fall, fingers digging into his arms as he works you over your panties, tongue exploring your mouth and swallowing down all your sounds. your legs are trembling, lashes fluttering as you tip your head back, grinding against his hand. 

“were you wet the whole ride?” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing across your neck. “my bike get your pussy this wet?” his chuckle skirts across your heated skin. 

“yes!” the word is pulled from your throat. 

“gonna cum and then ride me?” he grazes his teeth against you and your hips buck. 

“yes kats!” you nod, nails biting into his skin. 

“kats?” he pulls back, fingers moving even faster as he watches you sputter. 

“i.. ngh! kat- kats! mmph fuck!” you bury your head in his chest, thighs clamping around his hands as you soak your panties. 

“there you go.” he slowly pulls his hand out. 

he leads you both over to a couch, his back facing the city while you can look on. he sits back, slowly unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants as you watch him with your lower lip between your teeth. he pushes his pants lower and his cock springs out and you can’t stop the whine that leaves your lips. he reaches out and pulls you closer, helping you straddle his thighs, hand slipping beneath your skirt to pull your panties to the side. 

he teases his tip through your sticky folds, sliding up and down, pressing at your pussy before moving back up and nudging against your clit. you’re rocking against him, softly pleading each time he prods at your core before moving away. when he finally pushes his tip in the stretch has your breath caught in your throat. 

“you can take it, sweetheart.” he nods, both hands gripping your waist and helping you sink down on him. 

he slowly splits you open, staring up at you as your jaw hangs open and the sweetest sounds spill out. when your ass is finally flush with his thighs he pulls your mouth down to his and smashes his lips to yours. his thumbs slides down and circles at your clit, sending pleasure bursting throughout your body again. 

you slowly rise up on your knees and he groans into your mouth when you suck him back in. it takes a couple minutes for you to adjust but when you do the sticky smack of your bounces has him jerking his hips up into you. 

“shit, sweetheart. look at you.” he looks up at you, hands lazily resting on your hips as you ride him desperately. 

“feels s- s’good kats!” you nod, bouncing faster, pressing closer. 

when his hand slips under your skirt again and rubs at your clit you cum instantly, falling against his chest. he chuckles lowly, wrapping his other arm around the back of your waist, lifting you up and starts fucking up into you. your mouth falls open and every moan is poured directly in his ear as he pounds into you. 

“fuck you’re perfect.” he grunts, balls tightening. “fuck.” his fingers dig into you. 

he’s fucking you into you so frantically and you’re making a mess all over his pants. you feel pleasure bursting in your lower tummy ready to snap again with a few more harsh thrusts from him. 

when your velvet walls clamp down around him he groans and slams you back down onto his cock as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. he keeps jerking up into you and grinding you against him, making you both tremble and moan. you both sit there, panting and clinging to one another. 

“d’you like the ride?” he pulls you back from his neck. 

“mhm.” your chest is still heaving. “want another.” you nibble on your lip. 

“course.” he lifts you up and walks you back into his apartment and to his room.