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begging u to elaborate katsuki n reader fucking in the speedbump position 🙏 u saying its one of his faves rewired my brain

rubbing my hands together like a little mouse. where do i start.

bakugou is anything but lazy. the least laziest person you’ve ever met though he loves this lazy position. his naked body, skin to skin with yours. seeing the jiggle of your ass. you looking back at him as he bites down on his lip trying not to sound like a manic beast. how tight you are laying completely flat, feeling completely different to missionary and somehow you’re even more sensitive from behind. able for him to describe exactly how you feel right in your ear, your hands spread across the mattress grabbing the bed sheets for purchase.

in the morning, in the evening in bed when you’re watching a boring show. when he gives you a massage it always ends up in this position.

and you love the feeling of his body weight over you too. and he’d never flatten himself completely, he’s not trying to send you to the ER, but the heat of him, his hair tickling your ears. his hands squeezing your ass, pressed to your sides. he’ll even spread your legs and eat you out like that too if he’s lucky enough for you to let him.

and face first on the bed, feeling completely squashed by him and filled???? what’s better?

How does toji feel about halloween in general??

read this and immediately pictured our man leading both his kids up someone’s doorstep like “hey make sure you grab an almond joy for me :/” and “my back hurts >:(“ I LOVE HIMMMSNCHDJS

dilf!toji but there’s passing mentions of him working in an auto shop so maybe mechanic!toji ? who knows. no warnings for this one !

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toji always found halloween a little childish. holidays were a very rare occurrence growing up, so celebrating anything besides a paycheck or his latest divorce didn’t strike a chord in him.

he usually spent the 31st of every october begrudgingly taking his kids around the block for candy he could’ve bought for them himself. he’d stand to the side, still clad in his work clothes as the two of them eagerly held out their candy bags—pillowcases from his bed that he’d grabbed last minute.

sometimes an elderly woman would greet them at the door, eagerly handing his two mini-me’s a box of raisins or a handful of cough drops. he’d quickly usher them off the doorstep with a polite thank you, silencing their whines with a “shhh, i know, i know, just give em’ to me i’ll eat em’ at some point.”

sometimes a guy his age would open the door instead, sharing a knowing look with toji, a little nod of the head even simply to say “yeah, i’d rather be drinking a beer right now too.”

and sometimes—rarely— toji gets the chance to talk his game at a pretty lady. he knows he looks good, even with flecks of motor oil staining the front of his sweatshirt and faded jeans. that much is proven about 0.8 seconds into the interaction when the girl he’s eyeing rushes to put more candy in his kids’ bags, shooting him a bashful smile.

you’re different though, toji knows that as soon as you look up to address him.

“where’s your costume?” you tease, eyeing the older man as you hold a bowl of chocolate out for megumi and tsumuki.

he stands there for a couple of seconds, dumbfounded as you wait for an answer.

“… what?”

“where’s your costume, it’s halloween.”

a fit of giggles erupt from the children in front of you at your inquiry.

toji frowns, then laughs quietly, climbing up the steps to look down at you.

“where’s yours?” he states plainly, cocking his head to the side as his kids bound down your steps and settle in the grass.

“i’m not the one trick-or-treating here.” you state plainly, looking up at him with a confident smile.

toji leans against your doorway, still towering over you with that sleazy grin. “huh, guess you aren’t.” he admits, reaching into his phone with one hand and pulling up the “add new contact” page.

you laugh as he slips the device into your hand, typing your name and number in a bit too eagerly.

“and what was that for?” you ask, feeling the heat rein his torso engulf your hand as you skip the phone into his sweatshirt pocket.

toji pushes off of the doorway, “so we can talk about our costumes a little more at my place.”

your knees practically buckle at the invitation, nonchalant facade melting off your body and into the pavement with ever step he takes down your driveway.

the two kids bound over to their father as he makes his way towards them, hugging each of his legs as pats their backs quietly.

“is she gonna be another lady you do kissing with?” megumi asks, balancing his little body atop his father’s impossibly solid work boots.

“hey, quiet.” toji laughs, scooping the younger boy onto his hip and taking tsumiki’s little hand in his.

I was watching a show recently where two of the characters are having sex, the guy is telling her to take it slow, but she wants to go fast, not in a get it done and over with way but in a, hook up and go kinda way. Him on the other hand has been pinning her for awhile, hes getting annoyed at how fast shes going, so grabs her face, and whispers’ “slow, slow baby slow.” shes like a changed women, instead of taking the lead she lets him do the leading.

It sparked something primal in me, made me beat my chest like a gorilla OH OH AH AH. And the scene had me thinking about that kinda situation with bakugou. Him grabbing your face, stroking it gently, pressing his forehead to yours and whispering “slow baby. slow and steady.” and you just melting into his hands.

idk if its stupid but OH OH AH AH AH

oooo not stupid i agree so much. if anything i include the idea of my yn having much less patience than bakugou. and first time sleeping with him?? when you aren’t boyfriend or girlfriend but big crush stage and he wants all of you so much more. and you’re ready for it to be quick and for him to ignore you tomorrow.

instead he’s got his hand on your cheek and he’s burying himself deep into you forcing you to look in his eyes. “slow, baby. slow.” and his thrusts are slow and deep and have your back arching and you’re fighting against yourself because you just have an urge to fuck him. not this slow shit he’s doing but it’s so good. the feeling of him against your walls rubbing inside you.

rests his hand in your stomach like, “can you feel me? my good girl.” now you’re just jelly and bones.