#kirishima thirsts

[the-grimm-writer]

Thinking about obsessive boyfriends <33

You know something's a lil off about him, but you always try to push it down because he's the best boyfriend you've ever had.

He showers you with gifts, praises you, and listens to your struggles without judgment. Some might say you two have the best relationship.

So, of course you don't realize when people suddenly start withdrawing from you. How their eyes widen in fear when they see your man because you're the only one who doesn't see how dangerous he truly is.

You think it's cute when he gets jealous. When you talk to your friends and he snakes his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he waits for you to pay attention to him again.

And when he gets you alone and tilts your chin back, telling you how you're his and he'll never let anyone take you away from him.

Of course there's times you start seeing the signs something's not quiet right, but one kiss and all your worries seem to melt away.

Your boyfriend would never harm you. But the same can't be said about anyone else.

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JJK: Geto, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Nanami, Megumi, Toge

TR: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Angry, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Kisaki, Kazutora

MHA: Izuku, Mirio, Keigo, Shoto, Kirishima, Shinsou

[tteokdoroki]

tw ! dubcon + free use.

there is just something so crazy about kirishima and free use…

…him being able to lift you up and down on his cock whenever he wants because he’s impatient. going from coaxing you into riding him in the middle of his agency after a shift to grabbing your hips and controlling their pace cause he thinks you’re going too slow, you’re too shy, you’re not taking enough of him at once. he doesn’t take over because you’re tired.

its because eijirou kirishima is used to getting everything he wants with just a sweet smile or a lazy grin. he always, always has his wishes come true.

he doesn’t care that you’re fucked out and slumped, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders while he pumps you full of another load. the third load. you can take it. he’ll make you take it. the base of kirishima’s girthy, meaty cock is coated in a thick layer of cream — the result of your stringy release foaming around him with each thrust. it slings between your bodies, smears over your clit every time your bodies connect and you cry out because you’re so overstimulated and kirishima won’t stop using you.

his pretty baby, his perfect fuckdoll. if you needed him to stop, you’d tell him. but your brain fizzles with such an intense level of desire that all you can do is wail and whine as the man uses all of his strength to plunge deep into your pulsating walls — making sure whatever he has to give you, sticks.

kirishima wants you messy wherever possible, whenever possible. even if he has to do all of the hard work himself, even if it makes you cry from those angel eyes as they blink up at him weakly, even if he has to coo a little praise into your ear “that’s it sweet thing, just a little more f’me. let it all out, cover me in it. s’pretty,” just to get you to cum and clench around him, milk his heavy cock until there’s nothing left.

and you’ll let him do it all, because eijirou’s got you trained to adore being used by him — it’s written all over your dopey face and in the hearts that sparkle in your teary eyes <3

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[dollyichi]

cola i beg i need ur h word powers rn any crumbs ily

m—dni / f ! reader

denki has a tip fetish. realized this when you were giving him a pussy job and really liked it when you teased him from the tip (ends up returning the favor). thus he tends to fuck you with only his tip ending up developing your entrance to be extra sensitive. every time he gets to fuck you, you’re already gushing around him especially when he hits that sweet spot. it’s insane how he’s not even fully bottomed out and you’re still squirming like crazy. you love the feeling of him fully inside though. even if you begged him he’d ignore your pleas and continue to fuck you the way he wants—only if you move your hips yourself and lead his cock further in, that’s when he can’t refuse. “baby~ you’re so cute you just wanna dirty my cock huh?”

eijirou’s the complete opposite, he’s always desperate to want to ‘push it harder’ inside, it’s never complete when you’re not filled to the brim of him. the first time he ever begged for it you didn’t understand what he meant, “p-push hard?” light headed and confused. he’d reply with a breathy and happy “thank you princess.” sounding relieved—immediately thrusting in balls deep and that’s how you found out what ‘push it harder’ meant. he always asks if he could, which makes him such a sweetheart, though he gets too excited to wait for your answer (not like you minded). his movements are always hard and deep, but he looks like he’s always melting when you’re letting him hold you. he always goes weak when you’re so tight around him thinking he might just cum right there. “s’good so fucking tight-! n-no baby i’m too sensitive i-it’s not fair.”

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i hope u like this babe! idk why i ended up writing this (though denki is an obvious choice) kisskiss!!

[evesbookshop]

𝐌𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 ❤︎︎

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Izuku Midoriya who starts knitting as physical therapy after his last battle. Who by the time he’s a teacher has insane hand dexterity and is ambidextrous. Whose friends all have their own knit versions of their own merch. Who knits both you and himself little braided rings you both use as place holders until you marry. Which is extremely helpful cause he can just keep remaking his when it falls off without his knowledge or breaks

Izuku Midoriya, who always feels absolutely horrible when he does loose or damage one of these knit rings. And so he spends a few hours when he gets home wrecking you on extremely skilled fingers while whispering compliments and apologies in your ear. “You forgive me don’t you, baby?” Knowing you can’t see straight let alone form works.

Katsuki Bakugou, who despite being an absolute monster with Spicey food , cannot handle even a little sour. Who claims it’s just nasty , and won’t touch one with his friends around. Who falls victim when you give him a war head in place of a regular hard candy and whole face turns red just to twists in shock and betrayal before running out the room to spit it and and definitely not puke.

Katsuki Bakugou who’s a spiteful bastard, and so the next time you have sex, in the middle of moan you find lemon juice being squeezed into your mouth. Shock causing you to yelp and the juice to leak out your mouth. It’s okay though because despite hating the taste, he finds that it’s not so bad when he’s licking it off your throat.

Shoto Todoroki, who’s dense but not nearly as much as people think he is. It took a him a while to figure out he didn’t just really want to be your friend, and then stop ignoring you after the fact. But otherwise very aware of social ques and habits. Who was literally media trained as a child, but he just thinks it’s funnier to blurt things out that should probably stay private. Who acts very lost sometimes but only when it’s beneficial and gets people to leave him alone. And who after getting into a relationship doesn’t do it in private, because he refuses to lie or anything close to you.

Shoto Todoroki who despite not liking to play dense with you in day to day life is more then willing to use it against you in bed “oh right here ? Did that feel good? I’m sorry I can’t quite understand you , love?”

Eijiro Kirishima, who’s a tank of a man , the epitome of typical masculinity out side of his tender personality. Who also eats up trash reality television. Big brother, real house wives, keeping up with the kardashians, toddlers and tiaras, and the holy grail- Jersey Shore. He who has matching meatball shirts with you and that same pair of studded out sunglasses. And who because of said tv shows, has the nastiest reads in the book. A list shit talker when no one’s looking.

Eijiro Kirishima, who comes home one day to see you in the skimpiest outfit known to man, covered in leopard print. And finds himself more horny than he’s ever been in his entire life. Who is in the apartment for maybe 2 minutes before he has you face down, bent over the couch arm.

Denki Kaminari, who’s is actually a little dense and struggles with numbers and letters, due to dyslexia they caught late, but loves to consume literature. Who is might as well be a walking audible commercial. Who is an avid Colleen Hoover hater. Who eats up all sorts of books from biographies to the most jaw dropping smut books ever. Who because of his vast online book collection, is actually really smart just about oddly specific things and people.

Denki Kaminari who drags you into the bedroom because he’s trying to figure out a really oddly worded position in a book, and lets you reap the benefits of his confusion.at least when he gets it right, for the first half it’s mostly maneuvering around each other while listening to the same part of the book in utter confusion.

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

[cutecatlov3r]

oh to be ran through by denki, sero, katsuki, and kirishima…

what would it be like? college au

a/n: bro I haven’t posted in forever ! but maybe I’m back for awhile ? you should check out my c.ai bots :3 dekusquad ver here .

it’ll start off with the five of you chilling in sero’s college dorm. you five all just playing games and chatting. until denki realizes there is literally a girl in the room with the four of them. the reality of the situation, you’ve been their friend for a few years... why the hell hasn’t he thought of this sooner?! he’s seen too much porn to know what could go down.

so when you go to the bathroom he talks to the boys about the situation he’s playing in his head.

“well we could always try to convince her, I mean she’s been our friend for years and I’d be so down to fuck her,” he spoke unashamed.

next thing you know, you’re fully convinced on letting it happen, the boys basically begging you to let them inside of you .

Bakugou obviously going first. he has to be the number one in everything. so when you allow him to fuck you, he’s the one to take off your clothes, being rough. he’ll rip them up, not caring. when he whips out his cock it’s long and thick, slapping against his abdomen as it is released.

“g’na fuck you nice and good, you slut”

and he does, he wastes no time plunging into you deeply. of course you didn’t really need foreplay due to the fact it turned you on to see them all begging for you to fuck them. as he fucks you in a mating press he will pull your hair. it’s a little off because he’s making out with you so sensually and sweet but his cock is ramming into you, only caring for it’s own pleasure.

“fuck… fuck you’re so tight, stop squeezin’ around me like that, dumbass…” he pants, voice a little raspy.

the boys watching, the heat inside them unbearable. just looking at your whiny face as bakugou fucks deep in you makes them so needy and heated.

he keeps going hard, his tip occasionally grazing against your cervix.

in the end, bakugou will gladly cum deep inside you, filling you up. pulling out he’ll watch it seep out, using his fingers to fuck it back into your hole.

Sero is next, looking down at you as you whine due to bakugou’s cum spilling on to your thighs. it was an uncomfortable feeling but you sort of liked it.

“don’t worry sweetheart… i will be nice and slow” he hums, kissing your neck, groping your ass.

he takes off his pants as he’s kissing you, placing you on his lap. his cock was long, not as girthy as bakugou’s cock but it looked a bit longer. he groans as he slips inside your wet and sloppy cunt. he rolls your hips, his cock rubbing against your g-spot as he rolls them.

he leans his back on the ledge of the couch, getting a good view of your sticky pussy moving up and down his cock. he loved the squelching noises it made. it was so erotic… the boys watching also loved it, they fucking needed you.

towards his climax he grabs you close, pressing your chest against his as he pistons his cock inside you, chasing his high.

“s-shit! fuck- ah- im gonna fucking cum… yeah, yeah, right in your slutty pussy”

you were moaning and creaming around his dick. the rutting hitting your g-spot over and over again. you were out of breath and he just kept going, holding you tightly so you couldn’t use your arms to get away from his body.

eventually he came inside you. his cum mixing around with bakugou’s. both of their bodily fluids leaking out of your slutty hole.

Denki happily offers to go next, it was his idea after all. look, he’s a pervert whose down for anything, he doesn’t even want his dick inside your messy cunt that was still leaking of sero and bakugou’s cum, instead he honestly wanted to give you a facial. so when you looked at him with your dazed eyes, he grabbed your chin, nodding his head to the floor.

“come on baby, on your knees for me” he smiled happily with a small chuckle.

you got on to your knees, looking up at denki. he held your cheek as he took out his hardened cock. it slapped against your face… your eyes glued to the pink tip that leaked of precum. he was pretty long, you’ll give him that.

without warning though, he shoved his dick right in between your cute soft lips, letting out a little whine. one hand gripped your hair, the other holding his shirt up so he can see as your tongue glided against him.

“s…so warm…” he moaned, eyes shutting slightly. though he did reach down to squeeze your breast, pinching your hard nipple.

your head bobbed on his cock, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. with your hand you fondled with his balls which caused an audible groan as he thrusted into your mouth more.

spit was rolling down your chin. your eyes fluttering as you looked up at denki who now has his shirt in his mouth. he gripped it with his teeth, his free hand grabbing some more of your hair and he thrusted his hips more.

after hitting the back of your throat, it caused him to go a bit crazy, moving faster, balls slapping against your chin. he was whining and moaning, feeling like he was gonna explode. he pulled out just in time, you stuck out your tongue as he painted your face white.

“that’s it babygirl… all over your face…” he panted, slapping his tip against your tongue.

Kirishima was last, he frowned looking at you, you were so messy.

“let me clean you up” he said softly, taking off his shirt to clean off your cute little face. he brought his shirt down to your cunt, cleaning it off, along with your thighs. there was still sero and bakugou’s cum inside you but he wasn’t gonna worry about cleaning that up. afterwards he sighed happily. he brought you to his lips, placing soft kisses against yours.

“It’s okay… you did so good for us today, y/n. thank you for letting me have the opportunity to please you” he smiled, laying her on the couch gently.

he took the hair out of your face, smiling down at you so sweetly. he started to remove his pants and my god… his cock was huge. it was so fat that it hung low even though he was hard as hell. you were in for it.

“not gonna hurt you, okay? if you need me to stop, I will. i will stop immediately,” he said, softly to which you nodded, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him sink into you. he went slow and steady, one of his hands by your head to balance himself. he was stretching your hole out, you felt so full.

he let out a soft moan as he kept trying to push himself deeper in you.

“g-gonna move now, okay?” he panted, his hips making a bit of movement. his thumb played with your sensitive clit as he made the small fulfilling movements. he rubbed you gently, the rubbing causing you to moan and his cock making you see stars.

a white ring was around his cock, your juices and the other boys around him as he made his small movements.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. this thumb rolling around the nub, he knew how to please a woman.

and out of everyone, he made you cum. you squeezed around his dick as you came, causing him to moan. he went down to your chest, sucking your nipples as you felt your bliss. he made sure you came before him, his hips now picking up the pace, your pussy tight around him, your walls clenching in overstimulation.

he went at a moderate pace not to hurt you, pulling out to cum on your stomach, he gave you a sweet kiss, wiping off the cum with his shirt that was on the floor.

“you did so good today, we are so proud of you, y/n”

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[chokemewhenwefuck]

your breaths came out soft and slowly, his tongue and lips caressing your neck as he cuffed your boob softly. kissing your chest, he slowly moved down your body, your hands fingering through his hair.

his lips felt hot and needy against your body as he played with the band of your small night shorts. your small fingers brushed around his nipples, feeling his bigger hands start to slide your night shorts off your waist. his breaths were fast and needy against your skin.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby. Now take these off.”

| bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima

[writingwhileblvck]

This man will say the most out of pocket things to you, like just out of the blue, completely unprovoked, and then just go on about his day like nothing happened?

Like yall could be grocery shopping, right? And your just minding your own business, trying to find something to make for dinner, and then this fucker comes up behind you talking about some

"your ass looks so good in those shorts babygirl, and when we get home it'll look even better when it's bouncing on my dick"

Then he'll just kiss your cheek and walk away, LIKE????? Sir what am I suppose to do with this information?? We are in public can we please have some decorum.

Or like y'all could be studying, and the location doesn't matter because this man is a menace. He'll just be leaning back in his chair just dead locked staring at you, and when you finally ask him why he's staring he'll say some shit like,

"Cause I'm imagining eating that sweet little pussy right here on this table"

HUHHH??? Like how am I suppose to finish what I was doing now? Now we got to go home so you can deal with this problem you created.

Bakugo, Kirishima, EREN JEAGER, Simon Riley,

[mysicklove]

eijiro who wears his collar around the house when he wants to be fucked. who does normal household activities, but his eyes can't seem to leave you, bc he wants you to notice it so badly. his hands constantly creeping back to his neck, wishing you would tighten it, but is too embarrassed to ask.

if he gets horny enough, he will walk up to you with a tent in his pants, just to place your hand on the leather collar. looks at you with such lovesick eyes, mumbling a small, "wanna be your good boy...please."

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ. REMEMBER THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU WERE LAUGHING, AND NAKED ON MY COUCH ; — silly sex tropes with the boku no hero academia boys.

FEATURING: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto + kirishima eijirou.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, all characters aged up 20+, suggestive, sex talk but silly all around, crack lowkey. / note. this was fun to write. pls take this as a bit of filler while i finish up my super mega bkg fic. loves ya!

✎𓂃BAKUGOU KATSUKI。°˖⌕

it was a rare occasion for bakugou to actually want to show up to a hero gala - when you usually caught wind of any formal event, your blond haired man would vehemently oppose going, opting to stay at home and order some food instead. you couldn’t place what spurned bakugou’s sudden interest in attending the annual convention but as you get into your car, all dressed up and ready to go, you understand why.

“come on, they’re not gonna care if we’re a few minutes late,” pleads bakugou when you arrive at your seats, pressing displaced kisses on your done up face and swat him away slightly.

you whine at him to behave, grabbing at the hand groping at your thighs, your breasts, anywhere he can put his big hands on and you always resort to placing his hands back into the culprit’s lap.

unfortunately for you, bakugou knows how easily turned to mush you are by sweet nothings and fondling because it only takes you 8 minutes for you to cave in, inconspicuously meeting your husband at the rendezvous point. it then takes another 5 for bakugou to have your chest pressed against the mirror, lifting up your gown to touch at your most intimate parts.

“tell me how badly you want it,” he grunts, pulling down his own slacks while you grind your ass and whimper at him.

“be a good girl and take it,” bakugou breathes out gruffly, desire running through his voice and he’s just about to dip inside you-

“i’ve been holding my damn piss in all day - what the fuck? bakugou?!” yells out kaminari and bakugou practically launches himself at the cubicle door to throw the yellow blond out while you’re scrambling to cover up your indecency.

with kaminari sporting a fresh bruise on his jaw as a shameful reminder, you and bakugou vow to never get down and dirty in public spaces. bakugou still adamantly swears to this day that the door was locked.

✎𓂃MIDORIYA IZUKU。°˖⌕

you roll your eyes when you hear another pitiful groan come out of izuku, who’s sprawled out on the couch with a bandaged leg propped up on multiple pillows. he has been out of action with a broken leg for a few weeks now due to an unprecedented villain attack at the agency. it’s rendered him useless, and quite frankly bored and horny out of his mind.

that being said, you outright refuse to have sex with izuku now that he has a broken leg but it hasn’t stopped him from pleading with his big green eyes, pink lips pouting as he guilt trips you from across the house.

“please, y/n, you can just sit on it. i won’t even move a bit. you look so pretty, baby,” izuku whines as you rub lotion into his hands and arms. and what kind of girlfriend would you be to deny him in his time of recovery.

it’s rushed the way that you’re both still half clothed; already grinding on his cock and you’re doing everything in your power to make sure you don’t rest even a little bit of weight on his leg. izuku has never been good at preventing the buck of hips when you clench down on him and today is no different.

he starts subconsciously rutting into you - as he does when his orgasm starts to creep up on him - and one tight clench of your walls forces his lower body to jolt and practically throw you on to his right leg… i.e. the leg that is currently out of action.

a howl of pain emits from your boyfriend and you frantically run to your phone to call the physiotherapist, butt jiggling on the way and izuku doesn’t know what hurts more: his leg or the blue balled dick.

the next time you have sex isn’t until the cast finally comes off and no matter how many puppy dog eyes the man lays on you, you stay resolute on the decision. you even so kindly send him some nudes so he finds solace in his left hand instead of you.

izuku vows to never get another injury again; though his incentives might be slightly skewed.

✎𓂃TODOROKI SHOTO。°˖⌕

it is never a smart idea to have sex in your partner’s childhood home. it’s one thing to fuck in their bedroom; but it’s a whole other bridge to cross when it’s in their parents’ bedroom.

that being said, todoroki hates needlessly having to go to his childhood home. however, fuyumi is out of town for work; being that none of his siblings except for him could house sit and that shoto has a soft spot for his older sister, he decided to just suck it up.

luckily for him, you offer to keep him company for the next few days at his childhood home and shoto would never pass up an offer for the chance to be alone with you - considering both your inflexible work schedules and the fact that you both have roommates, shoto knew this would be a once in an annual experience.

so it was inevitable, really, that shoto would come home from a long day of patrolling and to see you donned in sexy, red lingerie, strolling up to him with your manicured hands placed delicately on his chest. and, being the succubus that you are, you both decided to do the deed in the nicest bedroom in todoroki estate: his father’s bedroom.

with every flex of his hips, shoto has you and the bed nearly folded into one being - you're moaning, begging for him to go faster as you grapple pathetically onto his shoulders while he grunts, grabbing the headboard to speed up his movements.

“that's it, pretty girl, just like that,” shoto groans, lifting your thigh to place it on his shoulder and this new position means that you feel it so much more; but it also means that the legs of the bed start scraping on the hardwood floor... and has the headboard always been so creaky?

you get your answer when a snap! releases above your head and you're about to look up when the middle of the bed caves in with a pitiful oomphh. at this point, the duochrome haired man is still snug inside you and he quickly wraps a hand behind your head to cushion the fall. the silence is ridiculously loud until you both look at each other and burst out laughing.

“my dad is going to kill me,” shoto sighs into your neck and you comfort him with a few soft touches to the nape of his head.

naturally, the pair of you continue your romp in other places of the todoroki home and by the time fuyumi comes back, she's met with a raging enji todoroki holding a sketchy, sprawled out note of:

“sorry >:] - shoto.”

✎𓂃KIRISHIMA EIJIROU。°˖⌕

kirishima regards himself as someone with high restraint and while that does dwindle when he's around you, he's still able to control himself, despite the lust-filled glances and borderline sexual touches you throw at him.

today is not one of those times.

he’s already very pent up, extremely touch starved from this three week long mission away from you. yeah, they bagged the villain, as to he expected. but at what cost? he’s found company in two pillows and pictures of you in the meantime but they do little to quell his thirst for you.

it’s around 5am when you pick him up from the airport and even though you’re both tired as hell - kirishima being jet lagged and you not being used to waking up at these ungodly hours, - the way you touch him is not that of an exhausted woman. and given the days, weeks he’s had, who was he to deny you?

throwing his suitcases haphazardly in the trunk of his your car, nary a word is said as he throws you on to his lap in the backseat, touching and fondling every bit of you to relieve himself. the red head is rockhard in mere minutes (no pun intended) and the two of you don’t even bother to partake in foreplay, both pent up from the time apart.

kirishima grunts into your neck, the back of your thighs sat in his wide palms as he hammers into you, “missed this pussy so damn m-much, fuck.” it’s desperate and the windows start fogging as an effect of the rushed ministrations but you can’t find it in yourselves to care much.

kirishima lets go of one of your thighs to hoist it around his hips, opting to place a palm on the window and unknowingly leaving a incriminating handprint.

it was just his luck that the paparazzi caught wind of the heroes that would be leaving this airport, camping outside of the building all morning. it was just their luck that they recognised red riot’s car sat idol in the parking lot. with their cameras set to burst multiple frames a second, they make a beeline to the car… and upon further inspection, they notice the car shaking slightly, as if there were somebody inside.

it’s a shame that all the paps didn’t exactly get the memo of what was going on, with a bright faced obvious newbie giddily taking a photo, flash and sound click on at full blast.

the shaking stops and muffled shuffling ensues. the group of shutterbugs are mortified to see a ragged kirishima exit the car, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

the paps didn’t really lose much out of this equation, though: who even needs those photos when a hefty check was on offer instead?

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[the-grimm-writer]

Imagine getting split up in a haunted house with your friends. It starts off with the typical jumpscares as the actors do their job well.

You're wondering down a smoke filled hall full of flashing led lights. Fake blood is smeared on the walls and cobwebs are on the ceiling. You're still giggling from the way your friend shrieked the moment you all stepped in.

Looking around, you shuddered a little bit as you walked past a guy in clown makeup lying on the floor with a slash across his chest, blood pouring around him. Practical effects are getting so realistic these days, you thought to yourself.

You're so distracted as cheesy horror music still plays in the background that you don't notice a tall figure standing there until you run into them.

Tilting your head back, your eyes go wide as you see a man in a mask towering over you.

"Sorry." You smiled awkwardly as you took a step back to get away, and you see he's wearing black jeans, a white wife beater splattered in red, and holding on to what (you hope) is a fake axe. He easily towers over you.

The man stays silent, making the atmosphere feel more tense. He's tall and muscular, and you can only see his eyes peaking down at you from underneath the mask. He definitely fit the role of a haunt actor.

"Wow." You laughed nervously as you stepped to the side. "You're like, really in character, huh?"

The man stays silent as he turns and watches you rush past him, and you swear you can hear him chuckle as you turn the corner.

Chills ran down your spine as you started to wander around, feeling like someone was watching you, but every time you turned around to check, nobody was there. Frustration started to build up as you hut nothing but dead ends.

Sure, it was fun at first, with the occasional jumpscare popping out at you that would make flinch, then laugh at yourself for letting it get to you. But your phone had no reception and you were losing track of time.

This was getting ridiculous, you thought to yourself as you looked around for someone to ask for help to get out of there. You hoped your friends were having a better time than you were.

Once you reached the next dead end, you nearly screamed in frustration, ready to yank your hair out until you saw the same masked man from the corner of your eye.

"Okay." You sighed as you walked over to him. "Haha, you got me. Can you please help me get out of here now?"

The man stays silent, but his eyes are trained on you as he lowers his head to look down at you.

You rolled your eyes as he stayed in character, watching the blood drip off of the axe he was casually holding onto.

It wasn't until you got closer to him that the heavy metallic scent hit you. A chill ran down your spine, true terror running through your veins as you looked down at his weapon, noticing how sharp it really was. A real weapon, not allowed in haunts like this one.

Suddenly, the fun little jumpscares weren't so fun anymore. This man wasn't a haunt actor at all.

Your face paled as you remembered the dead clown that you'd passed by earlier. The actor that would've been the one to scare you a few times before helping you reunite with your friends at the exit. But he was really dead.

And now you were stuck here with him. An actual killer.

As if reading your thoughts, he grabbed your chin and pulled you against him. You were shaking as he leaned down, lowering his head to whisper in your ear.

"Run." He growled lowly before letting go of your chin and stepping back.

You didn't have to be told twice, immediately running away from him.

Suddenly, the smoke felt too heavy, the music was too loud, the deep red led lights that filled the rooms only added to your terror, and the animatronics they had to jump out at you only made you more overwhelmed.

You were nearly ready to cry as you turned around and saw the masked man casually walking towards you in typical horror movie slasher style.

Then you heard the sound of distant laughter. It sounded like your friends chatting with each other.

A wave of hope went through you as you ran over to the wall and started banging against it, screaming at the top of your lungs.

"Help!" You yelled out as loud as you could as you slapped your hands against the walls. "Please, help! He-"

You shrieked as a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you onto the cold ground.

The masked man throws his axe to the side as he climbs on top of you, making you look into his eyes.

He laughs wickedly, pressing himself against you as he tightens his grip on your hair. You screamed and cried, trying to push him off you as you feel his hard on rub against your thigh, cock straining against his jeans.

"Scream all you want." He grinned as he pulled his mask up, feeling his breath fanning against your lips. "Everyone will think it's all part of the show."

[zatrinaxxx]

BAKUGO'S HUSBAND....

Bakugo husband who is obsessed with your hands.

• Bakugo husband! who buys all kinds of gold and silver rings and bracelets adorned with precious stones to decorate your fingers and wrists.

•Bakugo husband! pays for one of the most expensive nail salons in all of Japan every 10 days for your touch-ups.

•Bakugo husband! who memorizes the names of all the nail shapes, sizes, and color schemes.

•Bakugo husband! who, on the day of your touch-up, designs a complete scheme of 10 nails and the different designs the next ones will have.

•Bakugo husband who loves feeling your smallest, most delicate hand, extremely well cared for by the most limp and calloused girl thanks to training.

•Bakugo husband who spent six months choosing your wedding ring.

•Bakugo husband who is a star customer of the two most expensive jewelry stores in Japan.

•Bakugo husband who loves when your hand rests on his broad chest while you sleep.

NSFW

•Bakugo husband who always picks you up from your nail salon at 5 o'clock.

•Bakugo husband who greets you with a hearty kiss inside the car.

•Bakugo husband who sighs deeply at the sight of your nails just the way he designed them.

•Bakugo husband who drives home quickly.

•Bakugo husband who can't take it anymore and kisses you furiously against the front door of your house.

•Bakugo husband who lies sprawled on the living room couch, breathing heavily with a red face and swollen lips.

•Bakugo husband who sees your small hands layered on top of each other, barely covering half of their length, your freshly manicured nails with pretty French manicures in a color that oddly matches the reddish color of their dripping tips.

•Bakugo husband moans loudly when two of your fingers dirty with his pre-cum enter his mouth, he sucks enthusiastically feeling the length of your nails scrape against his tongue.

His hips move desperately against your hand, his teeth scraping your fingers inside his mouth. "Please, please... Please, love," he whimpers, his voice muffled by your fingers.

You pull them from his mouth, bringing them to yours and sucking the saliva off them. His eyes flutter, turning white. Without swallowing any more saliva, you place two fingers back inside his mouth, pressing them against his tongue for leverage, and you spit. And as if that were all he needed, he cums.

Thick, whitish jets fall heavily onto your hand, his hand still gripping the base of the hand, gently moving it up and down, shaking off the last remnants of his arousal. You gently kiss his chin, and he looks at you, absolutely drunk, breathing heavily and with sleepy eyes.

-Good job, Suki- you praise, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. -What are you having for lunch?- you say, getting up from his side. He pulls your wrist and smiles at you stupidly- Wait, let me take a picture of your hands-

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I don't even know what this is, I'm at the dentist and well this happened.

My first language is not English, this is a scheme originally written in Spanish. If you see any errors, please do not hesitate to let me know, as long as it is respectful.

I love y'all stay hydrate❤️

[kennys-partner]

Wanna be pressed face against the wall with legs shaking and his hand in my hair 🫠

[aztecbrujeria]

I’m a plane right now and thinking about him wearing gym shorts…

He thinks no one can tell but it swings as he walks, and the fact the dick print is so obvious. When you finally sit on the plan and the tip pokes out.

You have to bend over in your seat and whisper in his ear you’re gonna make him make a giant mess…that he’s been teasing you all day. He whimpers when you start to caress him over the shorts and press your legs together at how wet you’re getting.

The way he bites his bottom lip as you take your time languidly stroking him and feeling him throb beneath your touch…

Kirishima, Izuku, Shoto, Itto, Capitano, Neuvillette, Gorou, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Daichi, Choso, Yuji, Yuta, Jing Yuan, Kafka, L, Renji, Kakashi, Gojo, Link, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Lucifer, Diavalo

[kinq-sleazee]

i was reading some things from my old blog and i just had to repost this because …

Kirishima’s Balls | MDNI

I know they’re heavy. So big and fat and filled with cum. Just wanna hold ‘em in my hand. Squeezing softly just to get his body to tense as he jerks forward with a “oof” before groaning and closing his eyes. Huge huge balls— and one’s bigger than the other. They’re not smooth because he doesn’t manscape (it isn’t manly) but it’s still pretty and won’t stop us from letting him drop em in our mouth. Dunking em like an Oreo in some milk. Tongue darting out to roll over each sac before sucking one into our mouth. We love to suck Kirishima’s balls. Moaning as we work his scrotum with our spit covered lips and fingers. The vibration has his dick jumping, bouncing against our forehead as we bob up and down on his hot jizz goblets. We’re really making a mess of him at these point. He’s panting, face lax and head thrown back in ecstasy as we coax his orgasm forward. “Doin’ so good f’me” “gonna cum like this” His words signal a fresh gush of arousal between your legs. All you want is for him to cum. No you need it. Need him to paint your face in hot sticky white lines. Want him to make you a toaster strudel. So you lean back on your heels, popping his testicles out of your mouth, massaging his balls in your hand as you lift them up and start licking at his perineum. Within seconds he’s spurting buckets of cum— some lands on your back, some in your hair. What a shame it couldn’t make it in your mouth but don’t worry too much. Eijiro’s gonna make sure to fill up your pretty little pussy instead.

[shiggybrainr0t]

smut, mdni

kirishima would be so sweet the first time you give him a blowjob.

he’s nervous. how couldn’t he be? he’s got such a gorgeous person sitting atop of him, looking down at him with big, loving eyes. you’re running your hands softly down his chest, scraping your fingernails lightly over his nipples just to see the flash of his quirk activating on instinct.

he grabs one of your hands, bring it to his lips as he glances at you shyly. he’s been with others before, but none of them meant as much to him as you do. your gaze is heated but soft as you bring his hand up to your cheek from his lips and nuzzle into his palm. it’s your turn to look at him shyly as he caresses your face.

“let me make you feel good?”

kirishima let’s out a whoosh of an exhale, breath leaving his lungs abruptly at your question.

“only if you want to sweetheart.” you know he isn’t just saying that, that he really would cuddle you up instead if you changed your mind.

you slide down off his thick thighs, getting comfy in between his legs instead. he’s tense, thigh muscles contracting under his athletic shorts, but there’s already a tent forming. slowly, you push your fingers under, pulling his shorts off, and taking his underwear with it. he springs up, not fully hard yet but still enough to hang heavy in the air.

a giggle escapes him as you poke at the tip suddenly, the tense atmosphere breaking as a large grin takes over his face. he covers his eyes and groans playfully at your actions, cheeks turning red as you laugh. his grin slips away as your eyes darken while looking at his length, but he’s more relaxed now. he trusts you to take care of him.

you grip his base, and your fingers don’t touch. his chest rises and falls heavily, already drunk off your touch. you lean down, and suck the tip into your mouth, leaning back quickly when his hips jerk.

“m sorry baby, i’m sorry”

your smile is reassuring as you go back down. you suck the tip back into your mouth, grinning smugly when you feel the minuscule jerk of his hips. popping off, you look at him from under your lashes as you lick a long, wet stripe up his length, going slightly cross eyed as you watch it rise to full hardness. even fully hard he still dangles slightly down, gravity simply too heavy.

his loud groan emboldens you, and you take him down farther this time. slowly, you build up to a good tempo, bobbing your head to the rhythm in your head and the sound of his heavy breaths and moans.

“you’re so good sweetheart. taking care of me so well.”

his voice is a pitch deeper than before, gravelly in a way you’ve never heard before. his eyes are as dark as molten lava, burning you from the inside out. distracted by his gaze, you go down to far and gag. he’s pulling you off quickly, leaning forward towards your face.

his thumb softly rubs across your waterline, wiping the accidental tears that have escaped. he kisses your lips, then your cheek, and forehead.

“kiri, i’m fine. lay back down.”

he lays back hesitantly, eyes searching yours one last time to make sure you’re completely ok. he’s distracted when you grip his base again, slightly pumping your hand up and down, using your spit that has dripped down as lube. taking him back into your mouth, you find your rhythm easier this time.

kirishima’s groans become loader, turning into beautiful moans the closer he gets. even so close to the edge, he still reaches his hand towards you and sweeps the hair that has fallen around your face away.

“baby, baby i’m close. sw-sweetheart, gah-“

he tries to get you to pull off, but you suck him tighter in retaliation. his head flops back onto the pillow, his feet kicking slightly to keep him from thrusting into your mouth. his hand cradles your head as he comes, and the moan he lets out comes deep from within his chest.

as you swallow, nose crinkling a little at the taste, he’s leaning forward again and kissing you. he doesn’t mind tasting himself if that means he gets to kiss his sweetheart.

[the-grimm-writer]

Thinking about having a toxic relationship with your yan. Knowing that you should run away and never look back. But the way he makes you feel is something no other person can replicate, and he knows this.

It's addicting, the way he knows you so well. The small things that he knows will get to you. Remembering your favorite movie and show. Your go to take out order. Your guilty pleasures that he doesn't judge you for.

And he knows your body so well that he knows all the right buttons to push, how hard or slow to go for you to scream and cry with pleasure and make you come undone.

He's so close to being the perfect man for you. If he hadn't gotten so possessive over you before you became more than just friends with benefits. Or if he didn't hate when you showed attention to anyone else, even friends that you've been close to long before you even met him. Not to mention how pushy he gets for you to move in with him after just a few months of being together.

Because of that, fights with him were often. Why did you look at that guy at the store for too long? Who were you just texting? Let him see your phone. Why didn't you respond to him? Why do you have to leave? Just stay with him.

If you do leave or try and break things off, he uses all the excuses for you to come back. That he misses you. He can't live without you. Even just the classic you forgot something at his place.

You go back despite your friends begging you not to. Terrified that one day they'll see you on a missing person's poster and they'll never see you again.

Worst of all, you know they have a reason to worry.

You know the things he says during fights are true. He wants to lock you away and throw away the fucking key. He wants to bash any other person who even looks at you wrongs head in until they're an unrecognizable mess on the side of the road. That you belong to him. That he knows how he feels isn't healthy. He just loves you so much that he just doesn't care.

Then once you're done screaming at him, telling him that you're done, you hate him and never want to see him again. That all your friends and family were right about him, he grabs you and pulls you into an aggressive, passion filled kiss that always leads to your clothes being ripped off of you.

And after a night filled with rough hate sex, covered in marks and bruises, he gently pulls you into his arms. He kisses your cheek, softly apologizing for going too far. He buys you gifts the next day as well. Expensive jewelry and even the cute little plush that you've been wanting from the store.

He swears that he'll never do it again. Confesses that he just loves you so much that sometimes he can't help but snap. And you melt right into his sweet words, thinking that maybe it is okay for someone to love you the way he does when he makes you feel like the most special girl in the world even after hurting you.

When you tell him that you love him too, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. Right by his side. Even if it winds up destroying you both.

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BNHA: Keigo, Dabi, Natsuo, Aizawa, Kirishima

JJK: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami

Tokyo Revengers: Mikey, Izana, Kazutora, Nahoya, Ran, Sanzu, Hanma