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

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brats & bows katsuki bakugou ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, smut. characters aged up to 20s, light!choking, size kink, switch dynamics, unprotected sex, bows for bondage, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

ok ok… convincing bakugou to let you wrap a pink bow around his neck.

riding him slow and steady, your cunt milking him with every clench and his cock spurting little streams of precum deep inside every time it spasms. you sink down on him so slow he think he might die from your tortuous pace. bakugou knows he can take over at any minute, there’s a strength in his body no other human could possibly match. it would be easy for him to flip you over and pound you to putty into the couch. he is a pro hero after all…but he really does like this. he loves the feel of your hand reaching back to wrap around his thick throat and dance along the silk ribbon you’d begged to tie there.

burying your face in his neck while you ride him on the couch. feeling his head turn and his lips glide a wet path over your jaw before he nips at it, breathing something about how good you’re making him feel — or maybe something with more of a teasing edge. getting tired? need me to do it for you? his hands cupping under your ass, getting a good handful before moving up to grip and guide your movements. maybe a light smack for encouragement. there you go, don’t stop now. ride that dick. you do it so well, baby. so well that i don’t think i can pull out.

plug!erens favorite way of spoiling his bimbo princess was fucking you on all the money he had made throughout the day. he would only do so once all of it was clean, not a single bill left untouched, because only the best for you right? he would start slow. kissing all over your chubby body, licking every stretch mark to cellulite. getting you so needy to the point you begged. “d-daddy please!” pussy throbbing in the most delicious way.

then he would slowly make his way up, not forgetting to leave a lingering kisses, making you wish for more. his cock rubbing against your tummy while he whispered all the things he was gonna do to you. how he was going to make you forget everything but how much he loved you. and he never lied. “love who?” he was mesmerized by you, tight pussy sucking him dry with a beautiful face to match- of course he was a goner. purple bruises littered all over your pretty brown skin, of the drug dealer making his mark.

putting a leg up, and pushing yours back. he went deeper into his pussy, balls slapping against your ass, you both so close but would only reach that point when you told him who loved you. “i said w-who” his voice rougher than before, that it caused your eyes to snap open. and for the split second you opened your eyes, you felt yourself almost cum, the deep voice, and green eye combo driving you wild.

“y-ou” you finally had enough strength to whine, cunt leaking with cream, and stomach bubbling. “y-you rennieeee!” you said again, eren now angling his hips to give one last pump, to hit that spot. overstimulation took over as he hit it repeatedly while you came, his on seamen making a mess inside of you. the pile of money getting drenched in you guys love making

KISS ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT .ᐟ

ft. gojo, geto, sukuna, choso, toji & nanami.

cw : suggestive. making out. groping. cursing. petnames ( baby, angel, sweetheart, brat, doll, my love ). allusions to s3x. @sinuru for you ml !!

ᰔ˚⊹ — GOJO

satoru is needy and sloppy. he wants his lips on yours any chance he gets, and when he finally has a taste of your sweet lips, you’re not getting away. he’ll delve his tounge into your mouth, exploring it with wet kisses and sucks. he’ll groan, hands reaching to grope your breasts as a silent ask for more. he could stay there for hours, until there’s saliva gathered at the corners of your mouths in a lewd sheen of spit.

“ you taste so sweet, baby. fuck— don’t wanna stop. ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — GETO

suguru is handsy and slow. he’ll get you all riled up, taking his sweet time once he’s finally gotten you where he wants you. he kisses you slow, cradling the back of your head to keep you still. he’ll let his hands slide down your back, squeezing at the flesh of your ass in a tease. he likes to savor the moment, not letting it go to waste as he molds his lips onto yours in a patient, unhurried kiss. he won’t stop until he realizes he may have accidentally teased you a little too much.

“ ohhh, im sorry angel. you need me to take care of you, hm ? ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — SUKUNA

ryomen is possessive and hungry. he’ll keep you on his lap, perched up like his thigh is a throne. he kisses you messily, barely letting you get a breath in before his tounge is sinking into your mouth. he wants you to know you’re his, and only his, so he may just sink a bite into your lip with his canines. he’ll hold your waist and grope your ass, keeping you close while he devours your lips in famishment.

“ you’re mine, yknow that ? better keep kissing me like you do, brat. ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — CHOSO

kamo is whiny and fervant. he’ll let you take control, straddling him with your hands in his hair. he’ll whine into your mouth at the way you devour his lips and tongue. he’ll touch you anywhere you allow him, hands groping at your flesh in need. he’ll let off a whimper when you give his hair a tug, wanting more more more of you and your lips until he just can’t take it anymore.

“ s’pretty, sweetheart. want more. you’ll let me have you, right ? ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — TOJI

toji is teaseful and smug. he’ll kiss you hastily, not caring if you start to drool. he’ll keep at it, biting your bottom lip and chuckling when you let out a surprised squeak. his hands will squeeze and grope your flesh while his mouth sucks and kisses every inch of your lips and tounge he can reach. he’ll laugh when you start to squirm in his hold, not letting up until you’re practically begging.

“ what’s that ? can’t hear you, doll. gotta speak up to get what y’want. ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — NANAMI

kento is patient and sweet. coming home from work after a long day, just wanting to hold you and kiss you for as long as you’ll allow him to. he’ll gently slot his lips over yours, sighing when he finally feels your lips connect. his hand will rest by your cheek, one by your waist as he slowly kisses you. over time, his kisses will become hungrier and more lewd until he’s politely asking if you both can take the kisses a bit further.

“ my love, i want to kiss more of you… may i ? ”

katsuki is king of aftercare - especially after he’s fucked his princess into quivering mess, whimpering like the overstimulated whore you are. he’ll massage your exhausted body and pat a damp cloth against your forehead before cleaning the sticky mess between your legs. all the while he’s pressing soft kisses over your warm skin, gruff praises being whispered into the sex-heavy air. carrying you around, taking baths, brushing your hair, cuddles, and lazy kisses.

but you’re also his queen of aftercare. Because it doesn’t start after sex, it starts the minute he walks through your door after a long day of Hero work. you’re at the entryway, kissing his lips and carefully taking off his mask. after he removes his gauntlets, his arms are wrapped tightly around you. your nails lightly scratch his scalp as you push his blonde spikes through your fingers and he’s practically purring.

sometimes you’d join him in the shower, taking the time to wash his hair and his body, talking to him about his day, yours, and everything in between. and when you didn’t , you make sure his towel has been freshly pulled from the dryer. you take the time to comb his hair and massage lotion into his still damp skin.

you cook in the kitchen together and share the duty of clean up before settling in on the sofa, his scarred, coarse hand resting on your lap. his favorite part of you taking care of him. you pick up the large hand and slowly begin to massage. working from the wrist, down the edge of his tough fingertips. your thumbs are ridiculously small compared to his wide palm but still you knead out the tension and take time to trace the veins on the back of his hand, knuckle to wrist. only to spoil the other one just the same. and katsuki - well your big, strong hero is putty. sunk into the couch, the quiet chatter of the latest show you’re watching together running while you shower the blonde with attention. once you’re satisfied, he shifts his head either to your breasts, finding comfort in the soft flesh, or your plush thighs. either way, he’d nuzzle against you until your started to play with his hair and scratch his scalp again. no one ever sees him like this, no one knows him like you.

but of course, this only lasts until he’s ready to fuck you into the mattress and turn you, his pretty little house wife, into a whimpering, slut.

and the cycle continues.

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 slideshow freak !

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, crack, yandere!yuta implied, jealousy ofc, suggestiveness, MDNI !

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, geto, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, toji, sukuna.

nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.

nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.

nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.

nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all. 

nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.

nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.

nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you. 

nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.

nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.

nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.

nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it. 

nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?

nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence. nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.

hockey player bakugou who always has a feral grin on his face when he shoves around with his teammates, and whenever he takes off his helmet, that unruly bunch of blond hair always spikes up in all the directions regardless of his attempts to tame it

hockey player bakugou who taps you on the shoulder to return your dropped card, he looks down at you and you feel oddly secure having a person two heads taller than you stand with their eyes averted and their hands slightly trembling holding your belongings

hockey player bakugou who you begin greeting during morning practises, he’ll come by and smile at you through the glass pane while you’re stretching in your figure skates

hockey player bakugou who gets teased by his friends when you offer him a bottle of pocari after a friendly match that you bought for him

hockey player bakugou who asks you out after he wins the first college championship of the year

tw: inexperienced & irresponsible choso, unprotected sex

✧˚ · . 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 is apologizing profusely while you repeatedly tell him to pull out, the two of you panting and moaning into each other’s mouth. He has your hips in a bruising hold so you can’t squirm away, your own hands digging into his shoulders leaving tiny red indents behind.

“ THE MOVIE'S NOT THAT SCARY ”

❥ summary. you and yuji itadori have been best friends since middle school. you often came over for movie nights with him and his big brother. little does yuji know about the things you and his big bro have been up to.

❥ warnings. nsfw, female anatomy, slight age gap, doing stuff under the covers next to yuji, etc.

❥ a/n. i've been thinking of this scenario for a while. was super fun to write about, ive become a choso girlie in recent times :)

❥ wc. 2.3k

pairing: fem! reader, husband! suguru

c.w: bl0wjobs, dirty talk, cursing.

w.c: 1,3k

When Suguru wants to receive head, he doesn’t say it. Words suddenly seem far too vulgar for a man who spews out filth when he’s fucking his cock deep into you. He wants to catch you off guard with his words, but asking you to suck him off sounds disrespectful—he can spit in your mouth, eat your ass but never push his cock down your throat unless you asked him to. You are too sweet for him, all comfortable in your cotton shorts and worn out T-shirt you had begged him not to get rid of when he pulled it out his closet. You’re so attached to the piece of clothing, he joked that he had competition in the relationship.