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im right here?

# you're sick so why are you calling someone else for help and not them ?

## incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, shoko, utahime, yuji, toge

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Katsuki holds your hand.

1,100 words~

You adjusted to get more comfortable on the couch while the boys continued their conversation about today's training.

"If you ask me, we really showed what Class 1A can do today, that's all I'm saying," Denki said concluding his point.

"I agree everyone did their best today," Hanta said nodding.

Katsuki came into the common room and made his way over to join the conversation. He sat down at the furthest possible spot away from you on the couch. Even though you two had been in some type of undefined relationship for a while, he never showed any indication of it around others.

You rolled your eyes at his decision to sit so far away from you.

"Oh, hey Kacchan, we were just talking about how awesome everyone was in the training today. Especially me with my smart thinking~," Denki said with his usual sly smile.

"Tch- you're really thinking a lot of yourself after that aren't you?" Katsuki huffed out.

"Hey come on, you guys are always making fun of me for being dumb so- I gotta gloat my wins when I can, right?" Denki responded.

"Awe Kaminari~ we only make fun of you because that face you make when you fry your brain is so cute~," you said leaning over to pinch his cheek.

"Hey cut it out!" He exclaimed and swatted your hand away, a bright red blush illuminating his face.

Katsuki grunted and got up walking back to the elevator for the dorm rooms.

"You're leaving already?! You just got here man!" Eijiro called after him.

"Yeah, it's late," he said without turning around and continuing to walk to the elevators.

You jumped up and followed him to the elevator. The boys eyed you but didn't say anything and continued their conversation.

"The hell are you following me for?" Katsuki asked grumpily pressing the elevator button.

"No way you're going to bed, it's too early even for you," you observed.

The elevator opened and you both stepped in, "What do you care? Just go back," he spoke, waiting for you to exit, but instead you leaned over and pressed the button to his floor.

The elevator closed giving you both some privacy, "Why don't you just say you're jealous?" You asked bluntly, turning to Katsuki.

"HA?!" he exclaimed, turning to you, fury in his eyes.

"Come on you think that wasn't obvious? You got up as soon as I made that flirty comment at Kaminari," You challenged him.

The elevator opened up to his floor and Katsuki stormed out.

"Don't ignore me!" You yelled following after him.

Katsuki opened his dorm door and let out an annoyed huff of air when you slipped in under his arm.

"You can't run away from me you know," You declared. Katsuki angrily slammed his door and pulled your wrist up above your head, pinning you against the door. Any other person might have been afraid, but Katsuki's angry outbursts didn't faze you anymore.

His face was just inches away from yours and you could see the anger that flashed in his eyes ignited by his jealousy, "You know I fucking hate when you do that."

"Do what?" You asked, playing innocent as if you didn't intentionally flirt with Denki to piss him off.

"Don't play dumb with me," He growled. "You're so god damn flirty and it pisses me off, makes those extras think they have a chance with you. Especially dunce face, I hate the way he looks at you. Makes me want to explode the shit out of him. You're mine you know that!"

"Well- maybe they wouldn't look at me that way if they knew," You challenged him.

Katsuki let go of your wrist and stepped a few paces back from you, "I told you I'm not good at this shit." He said, crossing his arms.

"I'm not either Katsuki- but you sat the furthest away you could have from me down there-,"

"The fuck does that matter?? I was just sitting on the couch. Why the hell are you like that anyway? Do you like dunce face or something?" He asked.

You let out a sigh, "No of course not, I like you. I only did it because it pisses you off," You let out a small laugh. "I just want your attention that's all," you answered honestly.

"Tch- my attention? What a dumb ass way to go about it." He huffed.

"Told you, I'm not good at this stuff either. What if- I'll stop my playful comments if you make it obvious that there's... something between us," you proposed.

"Like what? You want me to hold your goddamn hand or something?" he asked.

Your eyes blinked wide. You were going to suggest just having him sit next to you on the couch next time- but this was much better.

"Yeah that's- that's good," you said trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You didn't want Katsuki to see how much that actually meant to you.

"Fine, now get out, it actually is late now I gotta sleep," He grumbled.

You moved closer and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Sure thing Grandpa," you teased, and laughed as you left his room and made your way back to yours.

The following day, you sat in the common room around the usual couches the boys chose to hang out on.

"Man, today's lesson went way over my head, did any of you get it?" Eijiro asked looking distressed.

"Nope- Ectoplasm's lecture was impossible to follow," Denki said.

You were about to respond when you noticed Katsuki making his way to the couches. The boys continued their conversation while you eyed Katsuki, wondering if he'd stay true to his word. Katsuki silently sat next to you. Both hands tucked deep into his sweat pockets he looked away from the group.

"Bakugo, you're going to have to tutor all of us on the lesson today!" Eijiro exclaimed.

"Sure whatever-" Katsuki said still looking away from the group.

Eijiro looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong, but decided not to push his friend and continued his conversation with Denki.

Without warning Katsuki pulled out his hand from his pocket and quickly grabbed yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. You looked down at your hands and then back up at him. He was still facing away from the group and his leg was bouncing up and down nervously.

Eijiro stopped mid-sentence at the sight.

"WHAT!?" Katsuki barked snapping his head to Eijiro.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Eijiro said quickly. He knew Katsuki well enough to know better than to make it a big deal.

The boys silently looked at each other and then back at you two stealing glances.

"If someone says a goddamn word I'm exploding them," Katsuki mumbled and turned to look away from the group again.

"So, anyway that lesson was awful," you said, encouraging the group to pick back up the conversation and not make a scene about Katsuki holding your hand.

"Yeah right-," Denki said and continued complaining about the rest of the day.

Katsuki gave your hand a slight squeeze, showing his appreciation.

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jjk boys vs a dry partner

includes: yuji, megumi, yuta, toge and ino

since ive already done the men, why not the boys? find the jjk men ver here!

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no LISTEN. imagine you and bakugou on the top ten pro heroes and being each other's BIGGEST and most DEVOTED fans.

like imagine him slamming the door into your office huffing and puffing, making you jump in surprise, hero instincts ready, before you settled a little at the sight of your husband uninjured and well.

"katsu what-"

"WOMAN. YOU RELEASED NEW MERCH AND YOU DID'T TELL ME????"

your eyes widened in realization and you go to apologize only for your gaze to land on the recognizable package peaking out of the plastic bag in his hand and your expression morphs into confusion.

"you.. you got it though?"

"OF COURSE I GOT IT-"

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staring at your new dynamight figure in absolute AWE for the past 20 minutes and fangirling little whispers and squeals of "he's so gorgeous what the fuck", "the costume is so on POINT oh my god!", "the MUSCLES. the ABS. his stupidly perfect FACE-"

"you have the real thing rIGHT HERE-"

"sHH let me admire the emaculate DETAIL of this beauty in peace."

"HOW IS IT MORE DETAILED THAN THE REAL LIFE-"

"SHHHHH"

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS — I. TOGE

🎧 au — boyfriend! toge x gn! reader | 🎧 ft — fluff & crack | 🎧 cw — mentions of a suicide note, toge calls reader "baby" nothing else i think | 🎧 ic — 6

🎧 raven's note — I wrote this when I was like out of it so yeah... also yk I had to sneak enha into this somehow even if it doesn't fit with the timeline of jjk 🤗🤗🤗

© jongsie— all writing is mine do not plagiarize, cross post, repost, copy, translate, ect.

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[ SMAU ] 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 ! in which the jujutsu kaisen men want to call you while you’re away .

୨୧˚ incl; satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo

୨୧˚ cw; fluff , profanity

୨୧˚ an; toji’s definitely could’ve came out better, i just can’t see him being overly aggressively missing his partner if they’re apart. i feel like he likes his alone time idk🤧

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blue dream | hayakawa aki

this is part three of the series menthol.

PAIRING.  aki x bff fem!reader

PLAYLISTS. nightdrive + sesh // menthol

SERIES SYNOPSIS. after a string of casual dating mishaps leaves you unsatisfied, you find that the grass is greener in the front seat of your best friend’s car.

PART THREE LENGTH. 29.5k | coauthor @akitachi

PART THREE WARNINGS.  nsfw content, weed smoking/shotgunning – potential dubcon warning for high sex, dirty-talking + instructing, use of fem-aligned petnames (“princess”/“good girl”/“good little girl”), heavy praise (both receiving), size difference/size kink (no specific measurements for either but reader is described as smaller than aki – use of terms like “bite-sized” and “big boy”), aki wraps a hand around reader’s throat (not choking), dry humping + teasing, nipple-play, biting, marking (character receiving), oral fixation (finger sucking), fingering, squirting, oral (reader receiving) + face-sitting + tongue-fucking, brief orgasm denial/edging (mainly reader, aki denying himself), ass-play (fingering, spit as lubrication), pussyjob, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cervix-bumping (aki has a big dick), unprotected anal sex/loss of anal virginity, anal gaping, multiple positions (missionary, mating press, riding), triple creampie + cumshot, overstimulation from multiple orgasms (both), masochistic tendencies, mentions of aki being pierced/having body mods, potentially dark/taboo dynamics (reader + aki grew up together, reader views aki as an older brother figure before they get together), codependence and possessiveness, alternating perspectives, slight age gap (under two years but it’s exaggerated as a running joke – sarcastic name-calling like “pops”/“old man”), mentions of past violence and fighting, implied gang affiliations

NOTES ON DYNAMIC. more of reader and aki’s history is revealed in this chapter, alongside aspects of reader’s given backstory/personality. there may be some references that don’t make sense just yet but they will soon… heheh…

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

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menthol | hayakawa aki

— SERIES MASTERLIST.

PAIRING.  aki x bff fem!reader

LENGTH.  17.2k / ~40k | coauthor @akishroom

PLAYLIST.  nightdrive + sesh

SYNOPSIS.  after a string of casual dating mishaps leaves you unsatisfied, you find that the grass is greener in the front seat of your best friend’s car.

GENRE.  porn with plot, best friends to lovers, mutual pining bordering mutual obsession (they are down horrendous), catching feelings/getting together, not canon compliant: modern/no-devil/post-college!au

SERIES WARNINGS.  aki has tattoos and piercings because we made him slutty; fantasizing, weed, hotboxing, intoxication;  nsfw/18+ only, minors do not interact: car sex, high sex (tagging dubcon for this just in case, but everything is consensual), foreplay, teasing, fingering, oral (f rec), face sitting, face riding, tonguefucking, ass play, multiple orgasms (f), simultaneous orgasms, creampie, sex w/ feelings; somewhat dark/taboo dynamics? they grew up together and the reader views him as something of an older brother figure before they get together; aki is overprotective to the point of possessive <3

CHAPTER INDEX

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01 | genesis (5.5k words)

CHAPTER WARNINGS.  slight nsfw (18+, minors do not interact): fantasizing; vaping + smoking; aki is a Car Guy ™ so he drives a slammed car, teaches you to drive stick, and fixes a car up for you; reader and aki have a long history, reader is in makeup and a sundress, reader has a backstory and a personality; there’s a slight age gap (less than two years), but it’s exaggerated as a running joke between them.

02 | elements (11.7k words)

PART TWO WARNINGS.  fem reader, nsfw (18+, minors do not interact): fantasizing; vaping, weed (smoking, hotboxing, aki rolls your joints for you bc he’s sexy like that), violence (not toward the reader): fighter!aki (he beats ppl up for you HEHE don’t forget he kicks ass in canon); aki is slutty and has a tongue piercing oops; aki calls reader ‘princess’ / 'spoiled brat’

NOTES ON DYNAMIC.  reader has a personality and a backstory (single mom, no dad present), lots of history and childhood flashbacks between aki and the reader; somewhat dark/taboo dynamics because the reader views aki as an older brother figure before they get together (and he has a lot of internal conflict about this); aki and the reader are both mutually obsessed; aki is overprotective and possessive, and also the slightest bit mean because he’s frustrated and in love with u LOL

03 | blue dream (20k words)

chapter warnings: nsfw + tba

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You shivered as he towered over you and shielded you from the surroundings. His hot breath that fanned over your neck made you shiver in anticipation and you waited for his next move unable to do anything but stare at his chest and the way the faded scars bend over the dips and ridges of the muscles beneath them.

“Am I scaring you now?”

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on my aizawa shit again

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The Onesie

   Kirishima loves the shark onesie you got him. He wears it when he’s lounging at home, but he messed up. He washed it wrong,and suddenly the onesie is too tight, and he can’t get it to zip up over his chest. He’s devistated, no matter how many times you assure him, and coo sweet words of how you can buy him a new one. He doesn’t want a new one, and continues to wear it. 

   And you’re not going to complain. The onesie now fits like a second skin. Tight enough to show off all the muscles in his legs, the sinful curve of his ass, and the delicious outline of his cock, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. He tries to zip up the onesie, he does, but the muscles in his arms are too big, his back too wide, his chest too broad, so he usually just leaves it unzipped, all the way down to his navel, or if he gets too hot, he just pulls his arms loose, and lets it hang down. The only things preventing it from slipping off and exposing him, is the curve of his ass, and the flare of his hips. You give up all arguments on buying him a new one. 

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'slow down' (3.6k) shouto todoroki x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!shouto sorta he just lets reader have control for the night, blindfolds handcuffs and earmuffs used, sex toys used, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, few petnames i think i use baby, princess and love.

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For the first time in a long time, Shouto felt a bubble of anxiety creeping up along his spine. Not a bad kind of anxiety however, no, this was much different. It was the anxiety of not knowing where he'd feel pleasure next, or what he'd feel at all. It was driving him insane at first, the heroic need to have his danger sense tuned in at all times. To be completely aware of all his surroundings constantly, and that even included when he'd come home.

Shouto had a bad habit of never shutting off, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay alert and that anything could happen at any given moment. But you were always there for him, to reassure him that nothing would go wrong if he just gives over the reins to you tonight. To let go of his worries and his heroic sense of duty for just one night, to let himself feel free and be in the unknown for the first time in a very long time.

You were initially surprised that Shouto had finally conceded to your gentle suggestion of letting you try something new with him tonight. Maybe he was just too tired to argue or maybe he really did need this "getaway" from always being in charge, always knowing what to do and when to do it.

Tonight it was your turn.

At first, he had been very sceptical about the handcuffs. "What if something goes wrong? I can't help if my hands are tied." He had asked, and it was a fair question, but you were also confident that nothing could go wrong tonight. It wouldn't be anything extreme, just something to stimulate him until he couldn't take it anymore. You promised him that, that nothing will go wrong and he finally let you slip the cool metal onto both of his wrists which he did give a tentative tug and seemingly settled in with the decision that he could very easily break out of these if he had to.

Then came the blindfold, which was much easier for him to allow you to slip over his head, hiding away those beautiful eyes that always gazed down at you with such devotion and adoration. Even with now his hands bound and sight restricted, you could see he was still paying attention to everything. The way his head would twitch a little in the direction of a car in the distance or when you'd move to the side—he was tracking you, and you figured that must be another part of his hero training.

"Sho, do you remember where you kept the case from when you had to do that training exercise with those American heroes?" you ask from somewhere in the bedroom, Shouto turns his head automatically in your direction and you shudder at the way he somehow is still watching you through the thick black material over his eyes.

He contemplates for a second, you can practically see him doing that thing where he scrunches his eyebrows together and glances to the side. "Uh, I think I might've put it in the bottom of the closest. Why? What does that have to do with anything we're doing tonight?" You didn't give him an answer, earning you a soft call of your name to see if you were even still there.

The bounce of the case on the bed made him jump, a smirk on your lips but you didn't dare laugh—god knows he'd rip off the blindfold and skip the whole foreplay part. "Shouto?" you ask, his head turning to the position you had taken in front of him. "I'm going to slide this over your head now, okay?" and you wait for his nod before sliding the ear protection he had been provided for a mission.

His reaction was instant, back straightening and hands reaching out to grab whatever he could in front of him despite the awkward way the handcuffs kept his hands together. You lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he flinches at the feeling before relaxing into the way you kiss him again, and again until you reach his lips and give him a much longer kiss. A silent promise that he'll be okay.

You guide him gently back further onto the bed, the whole movement awkward when the man is nearly a foot taller than you and built like a brick house. Once he's laid out on the bed, you can't help but stare at him, the way his hair fans out on the pillow behind his head and the steady, and deep rise and fall of his chest. He was truly beautiful. You're gentle with the way you lay your hands on him, let him feel your approaching warmth so you don't scare him and you don't miss the way he relaxes into your hands, how he slowly but surely hands over the control for the night.

Guiding his hands above his head, you watch the way his hands curl to grip the top of the wooden headboard and how his muscles bulge. How had you even managed to bag such a beautiful, strong man? It felt odd at times, the difference between the two of you. The way he was a top pro hero and you were just a civilian. An odd power balance, and tonight you were going to tip the scales in your favour. You could see the way his veins pulsed, how his jaw ticked in anticipation once you removed your hands entirely from him.

Deciding to ease him into it gently, you hovered your hand just over his stomach and the way he tensed was immediate. A body so well trained would be able to feel when something is close by, you continued to hover your hand over his body up and up until you reached his chest. Finally, you let your fingertip brush down against his pec, tantalizingly slow as you traced around the muscle—purposely avoiding his nipple, and it seemed to work with the almost frustrated groan leaving Shouto's mouth. You figure he might not have meant for you to hear it, that he might be unable to tell just how loud he's being in reality.

The idea of that makes you grin like a cat who had got the cream.

You repeat the same slow strokes on his opposite pec, still purposely avoiding his nipple and you can see the way his stomach twitches, how he's sucking in deeper breaths the closer and closer you get before rewarding you with a pretty groan that's slowly turning into a whine when you back away. Taking the moment to look him over, your eyes travel down to his boxers. He was painfully hard, you could tell from how it was just peeking past the band, twitching and smearing pre against his skin each time he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself.

A twinge of guilt filled your gut, he must be starving for the contact—for just a little more, you know you'd be yearning for his touch if the roles were reversed. So you take a bit of pity on him in the situation, finally leaning over him whilst your hands delicately stroke mindless patterns along his stomach as he sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue flicked against his nipple. The moan he let out was something you were rarely gifted with, only when he was feeling just as needy as you. It was something that didn't match the deepness of his voice or the stoic look on his face when he did day-to-day tasks, it was whiny and breathless, and the rush of power that flicked its way through your brain and throbbed between your legs had you immediately latching onto his nipple.

Tugging gently with your teeth, flicking your tongue before popping off with a loud pop. You watched the way his head fell back against the headboard, seemingly ready to relax for the moment after the sudden stimulation. But instead, you blow gently against his nipple, letting the air catch again on the wet skin. Shouto's hips jerk upwards, rolling his hips to try and alleviate the ache of his cock against the material of his boxers.

"Enough teasing..." he warns, but it doesn't quite have the firmness to it that you had heard before during sex. The words are slurred, especially when you move to the opposite nipple and give the same treatment but tenfold, biting just a little harder which got a hiss to slip past gritted teeth. You flicked your eyes up to see his hands straining against the wooden headboard, fingers curling harshly into the wood and you're certain if you moved his hands there may be a touch of ice and a handprint smouldering into the wood.

When he jerked his hips up once again you backed off, leaving him aching for some sort of contact once again whilst you just sat back and watched him for a moment. You're not quite sure you've ever had an opportunity to see Shouto so debauched, so needy, you briefly wonder if he would ever let you do this again. Probably not if you don't take care of what you'd caused between his legs.

Shouto's head snapped instantly in your direction, or what he presumed was your direction when you slid off of the bed. He calls your name, a tone that has you automatically reaching over to gently squeeze his bicep one, two, three times, 'I love you', a signal you had both decided on when you were anxious one day in public. Just a quick way of reassurance, that he was always there no matter what. Usually, it would've been with his hands, but given the situation, you figured this might be the best next thing. And it is, Shouto visibly relaxes and lets his hands slowly loosen on the wood, able to finally take deep breaths whilst you're off doing whatever in the bedroom.

You try to be quick, not wanting to leave him suspended in this space of no sight or hearing. You step out of your clothes, pushing them towards the laundry basket before digging around for something in the bedside table. You had only used it once before with Shouto, he seemed to enjoy it last time if the way he had cum within ten minutes of it being used on him was anything to go by. You finally climb back up onto the bed, slotting yourself so you're hovering over your boyfriend's lap.

His fingers twitch, an urge to grab you by the hips like he had so many times before and gently guide you down to him, to sink you down entirely on his cock and to swallow your soul through a kiss alone. Your hands return to his chest, slowly stroking along the hardened ridges of his muscles, along each and every scar that he had told you about in the long nights when you had both laid together caressing one another.

His entire body jolts when your fingertips brush over the tip of his cock that had been peeking from his boxers, and his toes curl in the air uselessly when you continue to drag your hand down along the length of it through his boxers. It felt harder than usual, like molten steel, you're pretty certain if you were to give him enough attention down here then he might end up cumming just a little earlier than he'd like. The sound of your name comes out much more like a warning this time, a hiss as you put a little pressure against his balls. "Don't think for one second that I won't break these handcuffs and fuck you myself, stop teasing me."

You laugh to yourself at his words, he sounded far too serious for the situation he was in. But the fact of the matter is that you don't think that, at all, you're pretty certain that he could do it without any effort and you don't doubt he'd fuck you into next week if you continue to tease him.

Your fingers finally dance their way back up along his cock, tucking gently around the waistband and it's subconscious how he raises his hips to help you shimmy them down before he effortlessly kicks them to the end of the bed. His cock twitches and flexes against his stomach, bobbing in need whilst you shamelessly ogle at his body. It had never failed to impress you, he was so beautifully cut in every way, and it was definitely no surprise to you that he had a beautiful dick either. It was long, thick but not overly thick where you'd struggle to take it fluidly but it was the thickness that still had you drooling and seeing stars. It leaned slightly to the left, flushed a pretty pink.

He sucks in a harsh breath when you take a hold of his cock after a moment of silence, the coolness of the lube you had picked up off of the bedside table causing him to let out a long low groan, hips bucking up the best they could whilst being pinned beneath your body. "Final warning—" he stutters over his words when you roll the silicone ring over and down his cock, letting it settle at the base and you can't help but smirk at his reaction. Pretty lips parted, hair dishevelled and arms tensing and untensing.

This was one of your favourite toys for a reason, not only did it get a great reaction out of Shouto but it also ensured you'd have such a strong orgasm you'd struggle to breathe. You keep your hand around his cock whilst you shuffle forward just a little, letting the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Oh fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me." He babbles whilst you slowly start to lower yourself down, the stretch was intense but so fulfilling you couldn't stop yourself from sinking lower and lower until your clit was flush with the cock ring you had slipped onto Shouto.

The moan you let out harmonized with his own, something he would rarely let you have the pleasure of listening to. He had always had a shyness when it came to the noises he made, but maybe tonight would be a turning point to allow him to be more vocal with you. You let him adjust to the sudden stimulation, not wanting to throw him overboard too quickly. Your hands roam up and down his chest, along his stomach and down along his hips until you reach the patch of mismatched hair. As much as you enjoy having this level of control over Shouto, you couldn't help but miss the filthy way he'd speak to you, how he'd comment on how beautiful you'd look or how perfect you sounded when you screamed his name.

You tentatively lean forward, careful to not let his cock slip from within you before sliding a hand along his cheek and up to his ear enough to push the earmuff away. "Sho?" you ask gently, and you nearly melt at the soft smile on his face as if he was relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm going to take the ear protection off now, didn't want to spring it on you out of nowhere." He nods a little, a quiet thank-you from his mouth when you take it off of his head and let it drop to the side of the bed. "No taking the blindfold off yet though, okay?"

"Anything for you," he says it so easily that you don't doubt he means it. You're certain Shouto would give you the moon if you just asked him.

Leaning back finally, you clench around him experimentally and Shouto does still let his moan fly past his lips, head bumping back against the headboard. "I swear woman, you're going to make me cum before I've even had the chance to fuck you." you grin, this is what you wanted, to hear him speak more.

"What if I said that's what I want?" you challenge, watching the way he sucked on his teeth before he broke into his own smile, though his smile was more something you saw more often when he was on the brink of losing control, letting every carnal desire flood his mind and take you. You can see him readying some sort of retort, most likely an empty threat about the handcuffs being broken. So you reach a hand down between your legs, pressing the small button on the edge of the short bullet vibrator built into the ring.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation to your clit, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips to have the tip of his cock grind against your sweet spot. Shouto beneath you tenses up, no doubt feeling the vibrations naturally from how it sits at the base of his cock but also how it's practically vibrating your walls from just how strong it was. So this is why you had only used it once, it was a strong little thing that drove you both to paradise a little too quickly.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Lifting your hips up gently, you roll your hips back down in a fluid motion that has Shouto once again gripping the headboard and chewing on his bottom lip. "Shit, you sound so wet love, all because you had me at your mercy?" he laughs, albeit it's more like he's having the wind punched out of him when you purposely drop down a little harder whilst clenching around his cock when the bullet hits your clit just right.

"Yeah—" you huff, stomach lurching as you continue to brush against the bullet that most definitely must have some sort of super battery inside of it powering just how strong it was.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" you glance up at him to see him smiling at you, a smile that could melt butter you're certain of it. "Cum for me," he demands, and as much as you want to resist, to not succumb to his words you can't help it. He had hardwired your body to respond to him, to listen to his every word and so you cum.

And you cum hard.

You clench around him impossibly tighter, unable to continue to lift yourself up and down and practically choke on your moan when Shouto takes the initiative, planting his feet against the bed and thrusting up into you. You have to steady yourself on his chest, your panting moans against his face and he naturally turns to you, as if he was trying to envision just what you looked like beyond the blindfold. "Sho', slow down, I'm—" you squeal when he doesn't listen, pounding up into you with an impressive display of core strength and hitting directly against your sweet spot.

"Another one, give me another my love," he pants, sweat rolling along the column of his throat and you're overcome with the desire to lick it, to suck on his salty heated skin. You don't want to give him this one however, it was still your night. You angle your body a little more against his own, tits pressed against his flushed chest and you shiver at the drastic difference between both sides. A single hand slides up along his neck, up along his jaw and he naturally leans into it, still gently cooing to 'just cum for me baby', 'be a good girl for me'.

It's tempting, to say the least. But you have another plan in mind.

Your fingers slip to the side of the blindfold, and you're pulling your body back up straight with the blindfold still in hand. Shouto seems ruffled by the sudden return of his vision, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the warm amber light of the room before he locks eyes directly onto you. He can't stop the way his eyes drift down between your legs, looking at the copious amount of slick on both your thighs and his hips, soaking his pubes and just above the cock ring is a creamy ring consisting of a mixture of both his and your arousal.

The sight has his mind reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head whilst his cock twitches, hard. Pulsing and its molten inside of you, the way his cum paints your walls deep inside of you and yet his hips are still thrusting up into you lazily to fuck his cum deeper and deeper until he's fully spent. Your own orgasm is finally ripped from you when he gives one final hard thrust, ensuring the vibrator stays pressed against your clit. His eyes finally reopen to watch you breathe in deep, your eyes glazed over from the intensity of the orgasm and he thinks this might just be what Heaven looks like.

Finally, he slumps back against the bed, legs going slack and you inevitably fall forward on him causing him to huff out a breath. Your hand between you just enough to press the button to allow you a bit of relief from the consistent buzzing. There's the sound of something snapping before both of his hands come down to comb through your hair, gentle fingers that had been used to serve and protect carefully taking apart small tangles before he massages your scalp. "Love you," you mumble against his chest, body still boneless against his.

"I love you too princess," he breathes just as easily, letting his body succumb to relaxation. He knows he'll have to get up at some point but for now, he'll bathe in the calm after the storm, to just enjoy the contentment that settles deep into his chest.

Maybe he'll let you do this more often.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

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♡︎𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 9 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou's never been this vulnerable with you before, but you find yourself loving it.

920 words.

'What the fuck?'

These are your first thoughts as you're smacked right in the cheek with Eijirou's dick.

You had been getting awefully heated during what was only supposed to be a quick makeout session between you and your boyfriend of one year. That was, until you started to focus your attention a little more south.

Kirishima always wears loose pants. That's one thing you know about him. He can't stand tight pants. You've also never seen him wear the infamous grey sweats either, regrettably. That would be some real eye-candy right there, you muse.

There was one other thing, too. He always got nervous when you mentioned taking off his pants. Any and all attempts at getting frisky with your boyfriend were shot down with a strained "maybe later" or "I don't think I'm ready...".

Really, you had never had any problems with it. Sure, it was a little frustrating when it would leave you pretty much high and dry, but you never, ever thought to take it out on him. He's ready when he's ready, and that's all there is to it. Until now.

If you knew this was what he was hiding under here, you probably would've said something a little sooner.

All this time, your boyfriend has been hiding an absolute monster away from you, not even letting you have a taste.

A flushed face as red as his hair hides behind large, nearly kept hands as Kirishima avoids any and all eye contact with you. You thought he may have gained confidence when he finally told you that you could get his pants off, but apparently not, since he now refuses to show his face.

"I-is it too much?... I knew you'd hate it- I just don't want to hurt you! God- w-what if you break!?"

What on God's green Earth is this man talking about?

"Huh? Hate it? Eijirou, after all this fuss I was starting to think maybe you had genital warts or something- or maybe a dick roughly the size of a cornflake- n-not this!"

Wide eyes only blink at you in surprise and confusion, but then melts into pleasure the second your warm, wet tongue licks a fat stripe down the underside of his length.

Fuck. He could literally cum right now from just seeing that lewd display, but he has to hold himself together. Though, with every passing second, and each kitten lick to his aching girth, he finds himself unraveling. Each little kiss and stroke chips away at his control and he soon finds himself struggling not to throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that the walls shake.

Meanwhile, you continue to press tentative licks and kisses to Eijirou's cock, heavy and throbbing in your hand. The slit weeps a slow por of precum, the head all red and neglected until you fit just the tip in your mouth, sending involuntary shivers up and down your boyfriend's spine. Tonight, you're going to show your boyfriend just how blessed he truly is.

As you stand back up again, leaving him needy and panting for you, his eyes follow your form, lingering on your breasts and hips, and he finds his fingers twitching with the sudden urge to hold you there.

Red eyes zone in on your figure like a hawk, thick, strong hands embracing you and dragging you down to rest atop his built, rock hard chest, and immediately Eijirou's last defences are down when he sees just how irresistible your tits look squished against his pecs.

Eijirou is usually such a gentle lover, layering your skin with butterfly kisses and affectionate nips that always look so delightful come morning, but neither of you have ever gone this far with eachother, and when he's got three fingers working their way into your tight cunt it almost seems that he's gone completely feral.

"Fuck-! Eiji! Give it to me-..."

Who is he to keep you waiting?

Barely an inkling of colour flashes in his eyes, overtaken by pupils blown out with lust, and the sight is met with another wave of liquid heat pooling beneath your legs, coating his fingers in your slick.

Once he finally deems you ready, his fingers are pulled from you without remorse, leaving you empty and needy until his lubed up head pressed up against you, slowly pushing inside of you and stretching out velvety walls.

The stretch is painful at first, causing your face to scrunch in a way that has his heart fluttering for you, little tears blossoming in your eyes and shining like gemstones.

A rough but comforting thumb wipes your tears away before they can properly fall, and your boyfriend graciously gives you a few seconds to get accustomed to the sting of his girth before he's bottoming out.

He pants and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating on not cumming the second he's fully engulfed by your hot cunt, and loose red strands fall past his shoulders as he bucks into you, chasing the same pleasure he got when you squeezed around him earlier.

With time, his cock is easier to take, and it's at this point where you begin to doubt that anything or anyone would ever be enough for you after this. Could you really go back to tiny vibrators after finally getting a taste of this?

"T-tell me if- Ah-! -if I'm hurting you-..."

It's a little late for that, you think, but he's just so adorable that you can't bear to hold it against him.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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menthol | hayakawa aki

— SERIES MASTERLIST.

PAIRING.  aki x bff fem!reader

LENGTH.  17.2k / tba (est. 25k)

PLAYLIST.  nightdrive + sesh

AUTHOR’S NOTE. thank you to my coauthor @uppermocns​ who makes all my aki fics possible. <3 giving u all my love forever!!

SYNOPSIS.  after a string of casual dating mishaps leaves you unsatisfied, you find that the grass is greener in the front seat of your best friend’s car.

GENRE.  porn with plot, best friends to lovers, mutual pining bordering mutual obsession (they are down horrendous), catching feelings/getting together, not canon compliant: modern/no-devil/post-college!au

SERIES WARNINGS.  aki has tattoos and piercings because we made him slutty; fantasizing, weed, hotboxing, intoxication;  nsfw/18+ only, minors do not interact: car sex, high sex (tagging dubcon for this just in case, but everything is consensual), foreplay, teasing, fingering, oral (f rec), face sitting, face riding, tonguefucking, ass play, multiple orgasms (f), simultaneous orgasms, creampie, sex w/ feelings; somewhat dark/taboo dynamics? they grew up together and the reader views him as something of an older brother figure before they get together; aki is overprotective to the point of possessive <3

CHAPTER INDEX

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01 | genesis (5.5k words)

CHAPTER WARNINGS.  slight nsfw (18+, minors do not interact): fantasizing; vaping + smoking; aki is a Car Guy ™ so he drives a slammed car, teaches you to drive stick, and fixes a car up for you; reader and aki have a long history, reader is in makeup and a sundress, reader has a backstory and a personality; there’s a slight age gap (less than two years), but it’s exaggerated as a running joke between them.

02 | elements (11.7k words)

PART TWO WARNINGS.  fem reader, nsfw (18+, minors do not interact): fantasizing; vaping, weed (smoking, hotboxing, aki rolls your joints for you bc he’s sexy like that), violence (not toward the reader): fighter!aki (he beats ppl up for you HEHE don’t forget he kicks ass in canon); aki is slutty and has a tongue piercing oops; aki calls reader ‘princess’ / 'spoiled brat’

NOTES ON DYNAMIC.  reader has a personality and a backstory (single mom, no dad present), lots of history and childhood flashbacks between aki and the reader; somewhat dark/taboo dynamics because the reader views aki as an older brother figure before they get together (and he has a lot of internal conflict about this); aki and the reader are both mutually obsessed; aki is overprotective and possessive, and also the slightest bit mean because he’s frustrated and in love with u LOL

03 | asperitas (10k words)

chapter warnings: nsfw + tba

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quickie - dabi X hero!reader

Dabi x cis!fem reader

CW: public sex, voyeurism, standing sex, doll as a nickname, praise

 a/n: thanks to shan’s discover server for dealing with my bullshit creating this <3

   “We can’t keep doing this.”

The figure, leaned against the graffitied brick of a building, tosses back his hood as he takes another drag from his cigarette.  The black of his hair, streaked with the occasional red, shines under the streetlamp.  His burns are worse than the last time you’ve seen him, stretching from his face to his knuckles.

“You say that everytime.” Dabi drops the cigarette butt and crushes it under the heel of his boot. “But you always come anyway.”

You scuff your heel against the concrete, listening to how it echoes down the empty street. The dive bar you two stand in front of long ago cleared, all of the patrons disappearing into the night. 

Maybe heading home. Most likely not.

You should be heading home too.

“I’m only here because you asked me to be here.” you ask cooly, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your phone. You don’t look away until his tight grip clutches your shoulder. Against the chill of the night, his touch is comforting.

“Don’t play coy.” he scoffs, “I never asked you to be here, little hero.”

You flinch at the nickname, checking your surroundings once again. Being recognized as a hero would mean trouble in this neighborhood. You already clearly don’t belong; you had dressed nicely for a date- a date with another hero, someone good for you-

only to abandon him the moment this asshole texted you.

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❥inumaki x fem!reader

synopsis: you should celebrate wc: 1.5k

warning: 18+, explicit, dark content, dubcon, public sex, use of cursed speech, blood play, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

an: thanks to @yofumi for beta reading

18+ MINORS DNI // DARK CONTENT

“Stop.” 

Every muscle in your body became rigid at the simple word. If you hadn’t had both feet on the stairs at the moment you were sure you would have fallen, perhaps even tumbled down the steps you had been standing on. Toge had made sure though—of course he had. Hurting you was far from his mind. In fact, Toge had quite the opposite thought as soon as he stepped into the house that night. 

Gojo threw you a birthday party of course and wanted everyone to have a bit of fun. So many things had gone wrong since you joined them, that even now, he was still trying to make it up to everyone that remained.

So here you were, both feet planted firmly on the steps that led up to the second floor. Your eyes wet from tears. Tears— your heart broken. Your boyfriend left you earlier today. Nobara had convinced you to go, insisted that he wouldn’t be there. But he was. Of course he was. And now, Inumaki was telling you to just STOP. 

“Please just go.”

“Okaka,”

“It’s fine. Just let me move.”

“Okaka.”

“Please, I just want to be alone.”

He walked slowly up the stairs behind you. Placing a hand on your lower back as soon as he was close enough. “Toge, I just want to be alone. No one told me he’d be here and I—“

“Upstairs.”

Your legs moved without thought; trying to stop them would be pointless, a complete waste of effort. 

“Toge, what do you want?” You sighed as you found yourself standing at the top of the stairs and turned to look at him. 

His blond hair messy, his eyes intently focused on you, turtle neck pulled down to reveal his mouth — supple lips and the markings surrounding them. 

He tapped your chest. 

“Me?”

A quick nod followed by a hand lightly caressing your face—wiping away a tear. He knew, everyone knew, as soon as your ex walked in. But Toge — he’d had his eyes on you for a while.

Well, a while was an understatement. 

It was more like the moment he saw you, years ago, walking through the halls of Jujutsu High. He knew then exactly what he wanted. You.

“Toge. No.”

“Shake.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours and you couldn’t help but give in— leaning into his soft lips, his gentle kiss. He backed you up— pushing you against the wall opposite the stairs, the warmth of his body radiating through you. 

“We can’t do this.” You could barely get the words out, his hungry lips barely letting you breathe. 

“Shake.”

“Hey! What are you guys doing up there?” Nobara’s voice traveled up the stairs and you pulled away from his kiss. 

“N-nothing! Coming!” You moved quickly around him, almost toppling down the stairs in your rush to get away. To move as far away from the man you’d been fantasizing about for years.

He followed you though, trailing slowly behind you. You were single, finally, and you certainly were not getting away from him this time.

You settled in on a couch in the basement, people filling the space around you. Conversations you couldn’t quite make out, laughs and whispered words drifting in and out of your mind. But all you could think about was your ex standing across the room clearly flirting with a girl you had never seen before.

“Shake.” The couch shifted next to you as Toge wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes—his presence was warm, relaxing, everything you had dreamed it would be.

“You are persistent, Toge.”

He shrugged and grabbed the collar of his turtleneck, pulling it down.

“Kiss me.”

You caught his lips in a flash. The kiss lasted longer than you expected; when he pulled away, you found yourself aching to push back into it. 

“Look at me. Keep quiet.”

He caressed your face gently, running his hand down your body and grabbing your breast with a gentle squeeze as he pressed his lips against yours again, peppering kisses down your jaw slowly as he made his way to your ear. More commands were coming—you were sure of it. 

Your mind, so focused on his mouth, on the words that would soon be directing your every movement, failed to recognize his hand making its way down from your breast to your thigh, then moving slowly up, fingers dancing their way to your core. Your breath hitched as he brushed them against your panties— you were drenched already. He pressed his fingers in gingerly, pushing the fabric between your folds. 

A whimper left Toge’s lips as he did. You wanted him. Yes, everything he needed, you did too. This was it.

“Cum for me.” His lips dragged across your ear as he spoke. In any other situation, his hot breath fanning your face would have sent shivers down your spine, but instead your body trembled as you complied. No sound left your lips though, a moan of his name trapped in your mind, but no sounds spilled from your lips. Only the sound of the people around you completely unaware of Toge’s fingers pressing the fabric of your panties into your fluttering cunt. Unaware of the way his tongue traced your earlobe as you shook. Unaware of the little whimpers that he just couldn’t keep back.

“Again.”

You couldn’t hold back as you shook again as another orgasm flooded your body, unable to hold back. You gripped onto the back of his neck tightly as more of his pretty whines and whimpers filled your ears. 

“Shake.”

God, you wanted to say his name— moan it over and over. 

“Again.”

Your mind screamed, over and over; Toge. Feels s’good,Toge. Please. 

“AGAIN.”

He slid your panties over and pushed two fingers into you, letting your cunt finally clamp down on something. In a moment of clarity you wondered if anyone could see what was happening. You and Toge, his hand up your dress, your eyes trying desperately to look at him as you came over and over on his hand. Following every single command he gave.

“Again.” 

You weren’t sure how much your body could take. How many times had you came for him? How long had it been? How long had each lasted? You couldn’t think. 

“Talk.”

As soon as he finished the statement a whispered moan of his name escaped. 

“Shake.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. He had wanted to say good girl. Had wanted to say many more things that had been running through his mind as his words brought you to ecstasy over and over, as he made you cum over and over.

“Feels s’good Toge. S’good.” 

“Fuck me.” He couldn’t stop himself, couldn't hold back the words, though he wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to. You briefly looked around the room. No one had noticed you two, too lost in their own business to notice.

You slung a leg over his lap and situated yourself on top of him. He pulled his thick cock out of his pants, the tip flush and leaking. Your cunt a dripping mess, panties drenched and pulled to the side, and your clit still throbbing from the barrage of orgasms.

Your eyes met his as you pushed him to your entrance. His eyes hungry, ravenous for what he had needed for so long. 

Your gaze traveled down as you slowly pushed down, his cock stretching you wide as you moved. Blood ran down his face, dripped slowly off his chin onto his neck as he tilted his head back. You smudged the blood with your fingers, dragging your thumb across his stained lips.

“S’big Toge. F-fuck.” 

“Shake.” He whined. He wanted to say more, but the pain in his throat was almost unbearable. Almost. Being buried in your cunt was the only thing keeping the pain at bay. 

You moved slowly, and as you ran your tongue across his lips, the metallic tang of blood filled your mouth. 

“Faster.” He choked out, spitting blood onto your face. You complied, moving faster, trying desperately to stay as quiet as possible. A fruitless effort as a mix of the stretch of his cock and the taste of his blood overwhelmed every single one of your senses.

“Cum.” Toge’s voice was barely there, spraying more blood on your face as he forced the words out. You lost control, lost the ability to even attempt to stay quiet. Toge flowed from your lips over and over. Too loud. You were certainly being too loud. But it mattered not as Toge crashed his bloody  lips into yours, cutting your sweet moans of his name, muffling his own moans as he lost himself, and spilled his seed deep inside you. You pulled away, admiring his red-stained face, the flush on his cheeks, the hazy lovesick look he wore. You were pulled from your gaze by one short question yelled from across the room.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

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Toge’s cock is so fucking pretty too. Pretty pretty pink tip, dribbling clear sticky pre. Beading from his cute little slit.

It looks even better sitting on your tongue. He puts a finger in your mouth, makes you drop your jaw so he can see his cock sitting heavy and pretty on your tongue. It’s fat, pale, porcelain skin with a thick ass vein that you love the way it feels against your tongue.

Heated skin stretching over the muscle as it grows harder, bigger, thicker as you tease him with the tip of your tongue. And when you finally take him into your mouth, your lips pair perfectly with the thick coily platinum blonde hair surrounding his cock. You keep your eyes on his, watch him bite his delicate pink lips and hiss as you take him further down your throat.

You know you’ve got him when he hisses, digs his fingers into your cheek, runs his thumb against your throat to feel his bulge and stutters out a lust filled cry of ecstasy. Or more of a plea that quickly turns into a curse-filled command.

“Fuck me…”