blondieeu

[blondieeu]

This is so messy I’m living for it😭

accidentally fucking Osamu AND THEN atsumu a couple weeks later because you thought they were the same guy

[blondieeu]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮: toji’s bulking and you’re ovulating! how can you keep your hands to yourself when all you want to do is touch? 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢: any color can read<3 size difference (toji has a monster cock ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა), blowjob, female oral, choking, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, cream-pie, explicit language, mirror sex, 69, toji fucks you in a headlock ݁𖥔 ݁˖

BULKING!TOJI who always seems to be wearing the sluttiest clothing. muscle tees that grip his meaty arms enticingly, showing off every curve and bulge of his well-defined biceps. his sweats always seem to hang too low on his hips, revealing a dark happy trail that leads down to his waistband. the fabric clinging to his thick thighs.

BULKING!TOJI who religiously carries a protein shaker with him, even on date nights, because he's serious about his bulking diet. he’s got a variety of protein powders, from chocolate to vanilla, and he loves mixing them with different fruits and oats to keep things interesting.

BULKING!TOJI who loves trying out new high-calorie recipes and often ropes you into cooking massive meals with him. you two have fun experimenting in the kitchen, making everything from giant stacks of protein pancakes to hearty chicken and rice dishes, always ensuring they meet his caloric needs. he’s genuinely grateful. often, hugging you from behind while you cook, placing the sloppiest kisses behind your ears, his tattooed arms coiled around your frame. his gratitude is evident in the way he nuzzles into your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how much he appreciates your efforts. “i love you, y’know that. . .right?”

BULKING!TOJI who’s noticeably chubbier, you like it. really like it, often burying yourself into his pudgy side with a satisfied sigh. “i could die like this.”

BULKING!TOJI who despite his intense workouts, always makes time to cuddle and watch movies, using you as his favorite "recovery" time. he loves resting his head on your lap while you binge-watch your favorite series, feeling your fingers run through his hair as he relaxes. “i hate this scene.”

BULKING!TOJI who gets annoyed and sleeps on the couch when you won’t stop playing with his tits. “you’re so damn annoying.”

BULKING!TOJI who you make sure has a secret stash of snacks in his gym bag for when he needs extra calories on the go. protein bars, nuts, and dried fruits are his go-to, and he always has a little something to munch on between sets or during quick breaks.

have a good workout<3 - signed your amazing beautiful girlfriend

BULKING!TOJI who becomes an expert at meal prepping, and his mini fridge is always stocked with containers of chicken, rice, and veggies. each container meticulously measured to ensure he gets the right amount of protein, carbs, and fats, and he takes pride in his perfectly organized fridge.

BULKING!TOJI who likes wearing your crop tops, flexing in front of the mirror. “take it off! you’re stretching my shit toji.” “no.”

BULKING!TOJI who can’t resist squeezing your face in his bicep, laughing as your chubby cheeks push together. “haha!”

BULKING!TOJI who just throws you over his shoulder during arguments. “i’ll put you down when you’re done being a brat.”

BULKINGTOJI! who thinks it’s dumb as you tie a pink ribbon around his wrist, demanding he stay still. he thinks it’s even dumber when you record it, the video boasting one-million likes on tiktok. “they loveeeeee you!”

BULKING!TOJI who’s entire hand covers your face. jeez, your poor cunt, he thinks.

BULKING!TOJI who can’t help but admire the way your swollen sticky lips suckle at his thick cock, pulling him back in greedily. usually, it’d take some time for him to ease into your tiny hole. but, you were ovulating today and after seeing your boyfriend walking around shirtless with nothing but boxers on, you practically jumped his bones.

BULKING!TOJI who presses all his weight onto you as he fucks your soppy pussy, the pressure in your back dull as he prods into that sweet spot from behind. pale veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, spreading you, revealing your puckering hole. a glob of warm spit followed by his thumb lubricating your asshole has you arching your back in anticipation. “papaaaa,” glossy eyes squeeze shut as he gently sinks his thumb into your asshole, pelvis relentlessly slapping into your sore ass. the sight has his dick twitching, “humph, look so pretty with both holes filled.”

BULKING!TOJI who doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated, rocking his dick into your tight velvety walls at a mean pace. you don’t know how many orgasms the man has yanked from you. “i know baby, doing so good. takin’ all of me like a big girl, fuckkkk.” glazed eyes watching the way you glisten on him as he folds you against the wooden headboard, your legs flush to your chest. “tojiiii,” you whine, he could get drunk off the way you whimper his name. “am i deep baby?” he groans, thick cream building on his base. “mhm!”

BULKING!TOJI who has you in the nastiest headlock, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other forcing you to look into the mirror. you’re a mess, disheveled hair, tear-stained cheeks, swollen lips. the man’s so fucking huge he covers your entire body. “unt, unt. eyes open beautiful.” he sends a particularly deep thrust that has you shivering. slick, slick, slick, a repetitive noise that has him grunting deeply into your ear.

BULKING!TOJI who eats your pussy while you suck his dick. it’s a struggle taking him, drool seeping down your chin as you slurp at the veiny masterpiece. it’s also a struggle to concentrate as he eats you out like a starved man, spitting, slapping, fingering. god, you’re gonna cum again. “cummin!”

BULKING!TOJI who watches as his cum trickles out of your pulsing hole, pushing it back inside with a frown. “stay.”

[blondieeu]

I missed youuuuuuuu

Can You do true form! Sakuna!! rough play maybe plz >.<

rum punch. sukuna r.

sukuna who’s been gone for a while to handle the sorcerers and ends up finally having a moment to himself where he can see his pretty play thing again.

“don’t act like you didn’t miss me, little girl.”

he snarled, two of his 4 strong arms made their way to push hard on your hips and force you into the futon beneath you.

your legs shook when he pushed them onto his shoulders to get at another angle. you were starting to really struggle to keep in your moans from him to display your anger.

sukuna plowed into you hard and deep, making sure you feel every detail on his cock—like you’d forgotten it or something. his free hands settled on your stomach, another thing to press into the futon.

sukuna slapped you and brought your face back to him by squishing your cheeks together. a stinging sensation built up on your cheek while you stared back at him, snotty nose, teary eyes, and swollen lips.

“oh—mhh, shit”

tears welled up in your waterline from how deep he was fucking you, made you think he was all the way in your stomach. sukuna continue to watch your facial expressions to get off at—you were so mad at him when he first came back, what happened to that?

all the scars, ancient drawings and symbols that collected over his body even added more to the scene, along with all his natural muscles and all the abnormalities with his true form.

he kept thrusting into you, watching as one of your hands came up and slipped two digits into his mouth, a little hazy. when he took them in and even thought to split them apart with his tongue it didn’t fail to get you wetter.

“look at all this mess, you definitely missed me.”

sukuna laughed a dark laugh at your embarrassment and pushed his damp hair from his face, taking his top 2 arms he wrapped them around your throat for leverage to yank you on and off of his cock, like a little fleshlight.

“you still mad?”

“ou—uh”

everytime you parted your lips to say something it felt like a swift punch hits your lungs and pulls all the wind out, replacing it with moans. hands on your neck made it a little harder to breathe but overall it turned you on.

with a swift motion, your-whatever you wanna call him- flipped you into your stomach and stuffed himself directly back inside, 2 arms on your throat and the other 2 holding your waist while he pulled your body up to whisper in your ear.

“stop playin’ hard to get and tell me you miss me girl. i won’t ask again”

blondieeu xx

[blondieeu]

Feeling nasty more smut coming soon

[blondieeu]

Ohhhhhj yeahhh

onyankopon was a watcher. he thrived on watching you and connie please one another, especially for him. “harder baby boy. she not crying enough fa me.” he commanded taking a swing of the water bottle and smirking when your slob dripped on his pant leg. “messy girl” he touched your brown cheek licking his lips at how fucked you looked. your usual big doe eyes were low and red. tears poured from you pretty eyes, and slob slipped from you mouth as connie fingeres gagged you - while simotanusly using that as leverage to push you back onto his dick.

“ugh f-fuckk” connie moaned, his head flying back. he put his sock clad feet onto the edge of the couch angling himself to go deeper and hit new spots. “n-no” you muffley cried trying to move as your pussy clenched blatter feeling full. “p-peee!! m-moveee please” you tried moving but you were no match. connie looked at ony smirking pumping into you harder, his toes curling at your constant clenching of trying to hold whatever the feeling was in. “that’s n-not pee boo” connie whispered kissing your cheek and letting his fingers move from your mouth.

your jaw was sore, and you body was even worse. you were there but you wouldn’t dare embarrass yourself like that. you closed your eyes trying to concentrate. “you wanna let it go don’t you mama?” ony’s voice made you shiver. your toes curling against the carpet. “yea baby don’t you wanna make a mess on your dick?” bitting your lip you let a desperate moan out. you almost fell when you felt connie’s finger circle your clit with two fingers. “n-nonono!” you threw your head back to rest on his shoulder. you unintentionally moved your hips with his fingers. “that’s it baby” ony said smiling as he blew on your hot cunt. “let us have it hm?” soon the feeling of connie’s fingers were replaced by onyakopon’s mouth.

“d-daddy pleaseee” your knees buckled just as you squirted squealing out sorry’s. “that’s it” connie moaned stilling inside of you as he let his load paint your walls. throughout it all ony continued to stimulate your clit, even moving down to lick up the mixture of you and connie.

[blondieeu]

✰ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐣 (1)

— silly texts between you and your best friend, jj maybank

rating: sfw — cw: none — links: one • two • three

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[blondieeu]

rrr the yummiest threesome with phinks and shalnark <3 head so fuzzy about big cock phinks pulling your little white panties to the side for easy access to that plush little cunt, and having no remorse despite your little cries of how big he is and how it hurts. and shalnark <3 he’s so baby and yes .. he does feel bad for you in the slightest so he helps to satiate the pain by suckling at that pretty little clit and jerking himself off. he can’t have a pretty lady in even more stress than phinks has bestowed upon you …

ʚ♡ɞ

“stop squirmin’ around…” phinks grunts, readjusting your leg previously propped up onto his shoulder. he tugs at your hips, nudging himself impossibly deeper against your plush walls. “p—phinks!” you mewl, chewing down at your bottom lip to halt your cries. your nails drag down against his bicep, eliciting a hiss.

“fuck,” phinks sighs, peering down at the sight of your swollen cunt swallowing him whole. “t—this is the shit.” the brute grunts, thumbing at your folds and tugging the sticky fabric further to the side.

“no kidding.” the blonde man besides you grins, meeting your teary eyes with a soft hum. “so good for us, girl. mhm.” shalnark hums, pressing down harshly at your clit. “s—shal..” you drag out a whine, a subconscious beg for mercy. “s’—s’mean..”

“mm, it’ll be okay.” he assures with a hum and a soft peck to the tip of your nose. “doing so good for us already. hold out a little, yeah?” he presses a gentle kiss across your eyelids, blocking your view off from the perverted sight of his right hand reaching into his pants. your eyes flutter open anyway — especially when you hear a soft groan fall from the plush lips of the man.

“hnn !” you’re caught off guard by a harsh thrust to your cunt,

“little thing, you best not forget who’s fucking you here just ‘cause shal’s sweetmouthin’ you.”

“s—sorry!” you whine damn sweetly, making phinks scoff.

you’re damn pretty. phinks wouldn’t admit it out loud — shalnark would though — but your pretty little body, the back pliant against the snow sheets, the front against the two men, a gorgeous gleam of sweat painting your soft skin — you’re a perfect little thing. he’s sure shalnark’s thinking the same thing.

he continues his mean strokes to your cunt, humping sloppily against your plush thighs with load groans. you reciprocate with soft whines and hiccups, mewling loudly when you feel warm, sticky balls slap against the fat of your ass.

“fuck, wan’ taste.” shal groans from besides you — removing his thumb from your clit and wasting no time before replacing it with his plush lips. your back arches almost painfully, a shrill squeak elicited from your lips when he suckles meanly at the bundle of nerves, humming against the sensitive flesh. you don’t miss the way the mattress recoils gently from shalnark’s mean pumps to his heavy cock — lewd swipes across the dewy slit of his cock head to soothe the ache. “so shweet,” shalnark whines, “like sap or hh..honey..”

“y’rarely c—cuss, shal. pussy’s got ya in a chokehold?” phinks hisses, not missing the new angle he’s fucking you at after your sudden arch. with another brutal thrust, you feel phinks’ pudgy tip browse across your cervix, causing a loud yelp. “p—phinks h.. hurts!”

“my bad, pretty lady. i can’t say s’all my fault though, y’r asking for it with a damn pretty body like this.” phinks hums, hips stuttering and growing sloppy as his pace quickens. shal’s losing himself too — moaning endlessly around your abused clit — accidently swiping his tongue over where you too connect. “s—shal, damn pervert.” phinks growls, and shalnark only whines in response.

you feel your pussy flutter around the man, stomach aching and yearning for release. “p—phinks, shal.. gon’ cum, gon’ cum, please!” you hiccup, pretty manicure etched into his forearm. “phi—phinks, help me..”

“you got it pretty lady.” the man huffs, pressing his shaft wholly deep into you with no remorse. shal does his job effectively as well — softly nibbling at your clit and that does it.

your pussy clenches endlessly around phinks’ aching cock, slathering the shaft in warm white cream — the two returning the favor. “fuckin’ choking him,” phinks grunts as he cums his thick, viscous spent into your worn cunt, so much that it drools from the sides when he pulls away even in the slightest.

you whimper at the loss from inside, and even shalnark’s detachment from your clit. you turn your head slightly to meet the boy’s cerulean eyes, met with lidded eyes and blushed cheeks. you peer down and don’t miss the viscous nut that coats his hands and dirtied the cloth of his pants —

spiders spin webs after all. ♥︎

[blondieeu]

neither you nor nanami wanted to admit it out loud, but he was sleazy, but in private, of course, he didn't let it show; he had a front that everyone adored.

smiling in his coworkers faces just to turn around and talk shit about them to his friends or you; he would even throw someone under the bus for his gain; if it wasn't about you or him, he didn't care who got hurt in the process.

another thing he was really sleazy about was fucking you anytime and anywhere with no regard for anyone else; as long as he slipped inside you with ease, he didn't care.

reeling you in by pouting and whining over the phone for you to bring him lunch to the office, then throwing out the pout once you were there, bending you over the desk and immediately pulling out his dick.

you knew that you shouldn't be egging it on, enabling the way he acted towards others and even you, but it was hard when his hands rubbed over your ass and his dick slid and pushed against the sweetest spots inside of you.

whispering in your ears nasty and disgusting words that you wouldn't dare utter to the next person while he thrust into you repeatedly, smirking whenever he felt you grip around him when he made fun of how wet you were.

whether it be on the dining room table, on his desk in the office, in a vacant bathroom, or on the leather seats at the movie theater, he was going to do whatever he wanted with no regard for anyone else.

even on a long drive with his hand gripping your thigh, if he got the urge to stop on the side of the road and put the seats back to keep his dick warm and wet, that's what he was going to do.

he was so depraved and disgusting; he would purposely take you to the bedroom while having guests over just to see you whine and get frustrated from having to hold in your moans.

whispering in your ear while his hands softly rubbed over your sides, the door not even being locked, making it easier for anyone to walk in and see you spread out with him in between your legs, the sheets a damp mess.

kind of hoping someone would walk through the door, but knowing in reality if they did, he wouldn't waste time closing it.

he was shameless, but he could admit it, and that's why you loved him.

[blondieeu]

Water. Satoru g

satoru gojo always wants to be in the shower with you.

satoru enjoys showers with you. Even if it was sometimes cold when he had to wait for his turn under the water, or when you had the water turned too hot for his liking, or even when he was mad at you and was giving you the silent treatment. Satoru loves to shower with you.

For the first 4 months of your relationship it was cool—it was romantic. Having someone with you in a place where you can both be vulnerable and love one another, see all of each other. It was nice to have someone wash your back for you, maybe some sex some days but overall it was an intimate place for both of you.

“Man I could go for a shower right now.” “Go take one.” “Alright……….Come with me?” — satoru at least once a day, even if he already showered without you and he’s not even dirty. What a water waster!

But after a while, it was a little repetitive. Every single time you tried to shower, here came satoru ripping off all his clothes to come with you, not that you minded really. It was just something funny you noticed.

“Why can’t I take a shower with my lover?” "You can.." "So whats the problem now?"

You smiled at satoru through the shower curtain as he stood there still, shirt half off as he waited in case you were gonna kick him out of the bathroom, staring at you like a sad puppy waiting for a treat. You just stepped into the shower not too long ago, and the steam was starting to fog up the bathroom mirror.

“You’re always in here with me though satoru”

You laughed stepping under the hot water as it cascaded down your body, relaxing all your muscles. He made a fake sad face as he finished taking his shirt off, throwing it in the same pile you threw your clothes into. “I wanna be in here,” he whined playfully, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I wanna be with you baby.” He unbuckled his pants and threw down his boxers.

Satoru stepped into the shower and closed the curtain before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling your wet body against his “What’s so wrong about wanting to share this intimate part of my day with my partner in crime?—hm??” He peppered kisses on your shoulders lovingly. “Why can’t I just be in love with my girlfriend?”

Blondieeu xx

[blondieeu]

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: 1.1k

Your head is spinning. You must be dreaming. There’s no way you’re actually kissing your best friend right now, not quite sure if he’s still your best friend at that moment or not, but not caring enough to pull back and check.

or the one where jj spills his feelings for his best friend.

a/n: i haven't seen s4 and i don't know if i'm going to, but here's this jj fic since i was feeling up for it? question mark? it's all fluff.

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“Done in there?” JJ calls from where he’s no doubt spread out on your bed. You can’t help the small laugh that trickles out of you as you open the door, still facing the mirror as you finish up your skincare routine. In the corner of the mirror, you catch JJ’s reflection fiddling with a lighter.

“Don’t burn down my bedroom,” you say. He looks up at you, catching your gaze in the mirror. He flips the spark wheel. A small flame erupts, already being bullied down by the high setting on your ceiling fan. 

“What? Don’t trust me?” he smirks. 

“Not even a bit,” you chirp, setting all of your creams and oils back into your medicine cabinet. 

He sets the lighter down on your nightstand. 

“Comfy?” you giggle, watching as he snuggles down further under your plush duvet. You’re glad you made him change, not sure you’d ever get the dirt and sweat from his clothes out of your sheets. He nods, humming. You feel his eyes tracking your movements as you shut the bathroom light off and slide under the covers beside him. It’s almost instantaneous that JJ molds to your side, pushing up your arm in order to lay his head against your shoulder, nose in your neck. You do your best to ignore the way your stomach flutters a bit. 

JJ had always been touchy with you. You like to think that he does it with everyone, that that was just his nature. You’d seen him sling an arm around Pope at the Boneyard, tug Kiara into a hug, spin her around, even, kiss John B on the cheek in some of his more emphatic moments. But, you couldn’t ignore the way he was with you. The lingering touches, the snuggling, the sleepovers, the kisses against your temple. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been out on the HMS without him putting his hat on you. It’s friendly enough for you to brush off, for the most part. For you to push it all down and justify his actions when the rest of the pogues prod you for information. 

It’s moments like this, though–alone, away from prying eyes–that you allow yourself to pretend. Just a little. 

You bring up a hand to his hair and run the tips of your nails across his scalp. He purrs, curling closer into you and you feel his eyelashes brush your skin as his eyes close. 

“‘S it raining?” he mumbles into you. His hand slides over your stomach as he reaches for the hand not currently in his hair. Slowly, nearly leaving goosebumps beneath his fingers, he intertwines his fingers with yours. There’s no way this is platonic. Right? Your brain screams at you. 

“What?” you hum, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. 

“Rain. From the sky. Outside.”

You look at the window.

“Yeah. Yeah, J, it’s raining.”

He smiles, kissing the skin already beneath his lips. That’s new.

“I like the rain,” he chirps, voice surprisingly drowsy for how energetic he’d been before you’d left for your shower. 

“Do you?”

He nods, humming. “Makes everything slow down a bit.”

“I didn’t think you liked slowing down,” you say, your fingers moving down from his hair to ghost over his back.

“I like slowing down when I’m with you,” he shrugs. You feel him shudder slightly when your nails gently scrape across his shoulder blades. “Plus, I look sexy when I’m all drenched like that.”

You snort and smack him on the shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?” he scoffs, head snapping up to glare at you pitifully. 

“Smug bastard,” you laugh. He winks as his lips curl into a fittingly smug smirk.

“You love it,” he says. His hand squeezes yours, still held tight in his grasp. You don’t respond in words, instead opting to squeeze his hand back. You feel his heart rate jump against your ribs. His eyes flicker between yours. The smirk slowly drops into something a little less cocky. Something a little softer. Warmer. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. It’s only when his gaze moves down to your lips that your own breath stutters. That definitely can’t be platonic. 

He whispers your name so quietly you almost don’t hear it. You probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been so close. 

“I think I love you,” he says. What.

“I love you, too, J,” you say, pasting on your friendliest voice to try and ignore the way his breath is now fanning over your face. He smells like the gum he’d stolen from your car.

“No, I mean…” he clamps his eyes shut. “I do love you, like that, like a friend. Of course I do, you’re my best friend-”

“John B’s your best friend,” you cut him off, because there’s no way this is actually happening.

“Listen, just… I,” he drops his head against your sternum, frustration seeming to roll off of him in waves. 

“I’m sorry, I’m listening,” you say softly. 

“I don’t want to keep doing this,” he grunts.

“Doing what?”

“Pretending.”

Pretending.

“Pretending?” you ask, placing a hand on his cheek to pull his gaze back up to yours. You smile softly at the way he nuzzles into your palm. 

“You really don’t see it, do you?” he asks. His eyes are closed, his nose pressed against your thumb. “I thought I was being obvious.”

You need more than these clipped comments. Stupidly, something deeper in the back of your mind can’t settle for even the chance of you misconstruing this. Of being wrong.

“Obvious about what, J?”

“I already told you,” he whispers. He just barely kisses the pad of your thumb. 

“Tell me again,” you beg, holding your breath.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Good,” you hiccup.

“Good? That’s all you have to say? I’m pouring my heart out here, baby,” he huffs and your heart nearly stops altogether. A bewildered giggle slips out of you.

“That’s good because I… uh,” you swallow. “I love you, too.”

He doesn’t answer this time. He slides up the last couple of inches to press his lips against yours. His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, bringing your mouth even harder against his. His other hand squeezes yours for dear life. 

Your head is spinning. You must be dreaming. There’s no way you’re actually kissing your best friend right now, not quite sure if he’s still your best friend at that moment or not, but not caring enough to pull back and check. 

You’d kissed him before. On New Year’s Eve at the stroke of midnight. But, that had been a quick, chaste peck between friends and you’d been able to blame the fireworks behind your eyelids on the holiday, and this. This was different. Much, much different. There were sparks tingling down to the tips of your toes. You pull back when you can no longer justify ignoring your need for oxygen and nearly whine when JJ chases your lips. 

“I’m in love with you.” His voice is hoarse. 

“You said that,” you giggle, brain still a little hazy.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re going to get me to stop saying it now,” he says. His body weight is almost fully pressed onto you as he ducks his head to place short kisses against your neck. Your fingers find his hair again, combing through the silky strands. You mentally thank him for stealing your shampoo. 

[blondieeu]

Hey love ur work you should really do Konig making you learn German and when you mispronounce you get punishments from him for it. Totally cool if your not comfortable with this just a suggestion 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sure, thank u

“noch einmal,” könig growled, his voice thick with authority. “again.”

you swallowed, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. the warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating, making it nearly impossible to focus.

“ich…” you began, hesitating as his massive hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly against the edge of the table.

“go on,” he urged, his thumbs brushing teasing circles along your waist. “don’t make me repeat myself, hase.” bunny

“ich möchte dich küssen,” you managed, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“hmm… besser,” he muttered, his lips curving into a smirk. “better. but not perfect.”

before you could reply, his hands slipped lower, gripping your thighs and lifting you effortlessly onto the table. the scrape of wood against the floor was drowned out by your startled gasp.

“you know the rules,” he said, standing between your legs, his sheer size overwhelming. “mistakes have consequences.”

you shivered as his fingers trailed along your thigh, his touch deliberate and torturously slow. “könig, I—”

“quiet,” he cut you off, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “i didn’t ask you to speak english, liebling.”

your cheeks burned, and he leaned closer, his lips brushing just shy of yours. “if you want forgiveness, you’ll have to earn it. start again.”

“ich…” your voice faltered when his other hand slid higher, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.

he tsked, his grip tightening. “slower. enunciate every word.”

“ich möchte dich küssen,” you repeated, forcing the syllables out even as your breath hitched at the sensation of his hands roaming your body.

“good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “but not good enough.”

before you could protest, he stepped back, leaving you aching and flustered. “stand up,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you obeyed, your legs trembling as you slid off the table.

“turn around,” he ordered.

you hesitated, but the dark promise in his eyes spurred you on. as you turned, you felt his large hands on your waist, guiding you to bend over the table.

“every mistake,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “will be corrected. thoroughly.”

his palm came down against your thigh with a sharp smack, the sting sending a gasp tumbling from your lips.

“repeat it,” he growled. “and this time, get it right.”

“ich möchte dich küssen,” you said, your voice trembling but clearer.

“better,” he praised, his hand rubbing soothingly over the spot he’d struck. but then, without warning, he brought his hand down again, harder this time.

“but not perfect,” he added, his tone laced with dark amusement.

the cycle continued—his demands growing more insistent, your voice faltering with every teasing touch and sharp reprimand. by the time you finally nailed the pronunciation, you were a breathless, trembling mess, completely at his mercy.

he leaned down, his lips ghosting over the back of your neck.

“see, schatz? you’re a fast learner when properly… motivated.”

ich möchte dich küssen

“i want to kiss you”

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Thinkn ab dry humping w izu

He's so excited, it's been a while since he's gotten to have you like this. He misses you so so much, so when you ask him to come over he agrees hoping that you want him half as badly as he needs you.

You're sitting in his lap gently grinding down onto his aching cock, swapping saliva as the both of you messily kiss tongues swirling against one another as you drag your clothed cunt across his covered dick. You can feel his hips bucking up into you slightly throwing you off course his hands gripping the side fat of your hips and holding you down, you pull away from the spit filled kiss to look at him bringing your grinding to a complete stop. He catches his breath with spit dripping down the corner of his lip eyes lidded and brows furrowed, his pupils were blown wide and literally in the shapes of hearts. He swallowed hardly admiring you above him, just because you stopped grinding into him doesn't mean he did. He kept gently bucking his hips up into you with quiet mewls, biting his lip and slightly rolling his eyes his breath quivering out of his nose. He just couldn't bring his hips to stop, and goodness...you just had to say his name.

“ izuku..”

The way you whispered it while rubbing his chest, allowing him to do this to be a pervert beneath you. How was he not supposed to cum. A low deep groan leaving your boyfriend as his thick cock pulsated and released his sticky cum. You could feel his cock twitching below you, you sigh as you watched his eyes roll back his hands relaxing against you as he laid his head back succumbing to the sweet release. He needed it so bad, and so much more he kept slowly putting into you, his cock softening in his pants as he allowed himself to keep going. The overstimulation was getting to him, teeth sinking back into his lip as he tried to contain his whiny moan.

Poor thing

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puppy. megumi f.

"i didn't know where else to take it."

There Megumi stood. His uniform drenched from the cold rain as well as the thing he was holding, bundled underneath his jacket. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his usual cool composed expression was a little strained.

"What?- Take what? Megs it's the middle of the night."

You rubbed your eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them, but you only ended up making your vision a little more blurry.

When your eyes finally started to cooperate, what he was holding under his jacket came into focus-- a small, scruffy, trembling dog. It's big wide brown eyes were filled with uncertainty.

"its hurt." He confessed.

You peaked your head outside of your door frame. It was already way past curfew hours. Megumi shifted his weight awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"I didn't know what else to do."

A drop of water fell from a strand of his hair, all the way towards the wooden floor. You blinked up at him, still a little groggy but now fully awake - so much for exams.

"Are you- what? Just come in."

Without waiting for him to say anything else - not like he had much to say at all - you stepped to the side and gestured for him to enter the small room. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering from you, to the hallway, and finally down at the small puddle that's formed around him from walking in the rain. He looked so out of place here.

"Come on. You walked all the way over here and knocked on my door like you were the police or something, don't get all shy now."

Megumi's lips twitched into a small, almost imperceptible smile. He didn't say anything, stepping out of his soaking wet shoes and leaving them outside the door before letting himself in. The small dog in his arms whimpered slightly. He looked down at it and then back to you, as though searching for a silent cue on what to do next.

"put the dog on the bed megumi" you said, your voice was firm but gentle, and it wasn't just because of the dog - you also didn't want him to feel out of place here, he was always welcome.

His ears perked at the mention of his full name, a soft reminder that this was a rare moment of quiet between the two of you, where he didn't have to be the "Megumi" he was in front of everyone else. you gestured towards the bed, giving him quiet reassurance, the kind of comfort that only came when you didn't need to fill the space with words.

Megumi quietly moved over to your bed, still carrying the dog as if it were a piece of china glass. Carefully, he un-tucked the dog from his jacket and laid the dog on the edge of the mattress, and for a moment, he stood there, fingers lingering at the bedspread- your bedspread. You could see the way he faltered, his usual composure slipping- just for a second.

you didn't rush him. just watched quietly, aware that this was one of those moments where neither of you knew exactly how to navigate the silence.

"Come and dry off." you insisted, your tone was soft but grounded. You weren't sure if it was his wet clothes or something more that made him hesitate, but you wanted to make him feel like he had a place here, just as much as the dog did.

You turned away for a moment, grabbing a towel from a small drawer by your desk. When you turned back, you saw Megumi standing awkwardly, his hands still buried in the pockets of his soaked jacket. He didn't speak right away, and the weight of his quietness settled between you both, just a little to heavy to ignore.

"What happened? Why were you were out this late?" You asked, trying to keep your voice from sounding too concerned - but failing nonetheless, even if they were coming more from a place of curiosity.

Megumi rubbed a hand through his hair, pushing away strands of rain-soaked hair that clung to his forehead. He took the towel from your hand, but he didn't dry off right away. He just stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"I was coming back from a mission," he started, his voice a little rough from the rain and the unease that lingered. "The rain caught me on the way back. Saw the thing on the street, thought it was..already done for."

Megumi trailed off, his words hanging in the air, like he wasn't sure how much he wanted to explain. You noticed how his gaze dropped to the dog on the bed, like it had become a symbol of whatever feeling he hadn't quite unpacked yet.

"But then i saw it move, and i couldn't just-- ..leave it." He shifted on his feet, looking up at you now, a faint vulnerability in his eyes that he wasn't used to showing. "i dont know. it's stupid. i didn't wanna just walk away from it. I couldn't"

Megumi's usual calmness was slipping, and you found yourself wanting to catch it before it all fell apart. You didn't have to say anything else--he was speaking enough with his eyes now. He was hesitant, butt there was something deeper underneath it.

"so you come to my dorm in the middle of the night and just drop it off?" you teased him lightly, but it wasn't meant to make him feel bad. It was just a way for you to soften the situation, to get him to relax, even if it's just for a moment.

Megumi didn't respond, rubbing the towel into his damp hair, his movements slow as if he were still trying to piece together what had happened.

"it's... fine, right?" His voice just above a whisper, and this time, you heard the slight tremor in his words, the vulnerability that he couldn't hide anymore.

You turned to look at him, not even thinking twice. You wanted him to understand, to feel the warmth between you, not just the cold rain that had followed him here.

"what do you mean?" You asked, softer this time, your brow furrowed with concern. You weren't asking him to explain everything- but you wanted to show him that, whatever it was, he didn't have to worry about being too much.

Megumi swallowed hard, his gaze flickering from the towel to the floor, to the dog, anywhere but you. He still had that faint flush on his cheeks, that unspoken self-consciousness that lingered around him like a shield. But when he looked up, his eyes met yours.

"I mean.. bringing the dog here. Is this okay?" His voice was barely audible, but there was an unspoken weight in his words that you knew all too well. "I didn't know where else to go."

You didn't break eye contact. there was no judgement in your gaze-just understanding, maybe even something more, something neither of you had quite said out loud yet. You could feel the space between you both close, that invisible thread that had always been there, pulling you closer, without either of you fully acknowledging it.

"its okay megs" you said softly, reaching out, just barely brushing your fingers against his, as though to anchor him in this moment. It wasn't a confession, not yet. But it was something deeper than friendship, something unspoken. "You don't need to worry. I'm glad you came here."

For a second, it felt like everything else faded away-just you, Megumi, and the quiet understanding you both shared.

He looked down at the dog again, a faint sigh leaving his lips. The tension in his shoulders loosened, and the weight of the night seemed to settle into something more managaeble.

"Thanks." He muttered quietly, not fully meeting your eyes, but the gratitude was clear.

You didn't need him to say more. The moment, the silence, said everything.

a/n: just something to post in the mean time 👍🏾

blondieeu xx

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imagine leg locking a fucked out izuku

his hips hitting against yours in a disgraceful rhythm as your pussy pours out juices on his thick cock. his head laying between your shoulder and neck, harsh breaths hitting your skin as his hands hold your waist down.

held back whines sound in your ear before his hoarse voice tells you he’s close to cumming. your hands raise up to his messy green hair before you wrap your legs around his thin waist. “cum in me baby, cum in my pussy.” you moan as you suck his already covered neck, pushing him right to the edge.

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i had the cutest pro hero izuku fic where you end up sharing an umbrella in the rain and tumblr DELETED THE DRAFT...... i cant even breathe im gonna start screaming

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When you guys only like my Bakugou takes 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

morning rituals. bakugou k.

when you got pregnant, bakugou started to make it more of a habit to tell you goodbye properly before he leaves the house.

Before, after he was all ready — belt buckled, bag packed, he’d only mumble a quick “later”, and that was only if he knew you were awake — but now, before he even seriously leaves the house for good he’s kissing you in between his morning routine, rubbing and kissing at your growing baby.

you lay on your shared bed, cuddling with some big body pillow with your belly laid on it, watching your man get ready in the early hours of the morning. He shouldn’t be working, but he insists to work until the day of his mandatory paternity leave.

“Why don’t you just stay home? Y’already got the biggest job of your life coming up” your hand came up to support your head for a better view of him adjusting his hero gear in the mirror, luckily you did — catching a small smirk from him. He glances at you through the mirror. “Yea, like I’d just sit around here and do nothing. Gotta make sure he’s got everything he needs.” He picked up his belt from his side of the dresser.

“He?” “He.” You snicker from the bed and he turns around, facing you fully. “What’s so funny? We’re having a boy.” Bakugou’s usually hard eyes soften when they catch your swollen belly slightly hidden by the pillow. “I know we’re having a girl..but we can always try again though” you wiggle your eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes.

The thought of leaving you every morning was starting to weigh on him, even if you didn’t notice and he was too stubborn to outright admit it. “You good?” He asked gruffly before crouching down next to you at the edge of the bed, pecking your lips.

One of his hands reaches out to you almost instinctively, resting on your stomach. It’s like second nature to him now — after all these months of your baby growing. His fingers trace gentle patterns across your warm skin as he felt the occasional kicks and shifts of ‘him’.

“Mm-hmm” you hum placing your hand over his. “But.. id be better if you stayed at home with me” This time, you were the one pecking his lips. Bakugou huffs and rolls his eyes again in a playful manner, but there’s no mistaking the underlying guilt flickering behind them. “Be home before ya know it. Just got the rest of the month babe, then I’m home for good.”

And before you could protest or even get another word out, he leans in again to press a kiss on your forehead, and then one to your belly. “Be nice to mommy, squirt” he mutters against it, his voice uncharacteristically tender and loving.

And just like that, the front door clicks shut and he’s out the door for the day, leaving you in a peaceful silence — already counting the hours before your man comes home again.

Blondieeu xx