he’s not clingy, he just doesn’t like when you’re more than five feet away.
handsy? maybe. best friend behavior? absolutely.
✿ he tucks your hair behind your ear constantly. or twists it around his finger when you’re watching a movie. sometimes he does it mid-conversation without even realizing it.
✿ when you’re laughing with someone else, he’s suddenly beside you—hand on your arm, shoulder brushing yours, smile a little too tight. “what’re we talking about?”
✿ he’ll pull you into his lap without asking. especially if there’s no room. especially if there is room but he just wants you closer.
✿ when he hugs you, it’s full-body. arms tight around your waist, chin on your shoulder, swaying you a little like he’s absorbing your energy. “just a second,” he’ll mutter when you try to pull away. it’s never just a second.
✿ if you sleep over, he curls around you like a human security blanket. knee over your leg. arm around your waist. head buried in your neck like he’s charging.
✿ and when someone finally calls it out—“dude, you’re obsessed with her”—he just goes, “yeah? and?” without even looking up.
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requests are open, tell me which one needs to be a full fic 💌 or come cry about clingy bsf!rafe with me.
you explaining your insecurities to johnny and he just grabs your hand and puts it against the growing bulge beneath his pants. he blinks his baby blues at you like he hasn't done a thing wrong, but says some shit like, "naw you're beautiful bon, look how hes growin'" with a shit eating grin.
Bakugou, Kiri and Sero die a little every time you sit and your thighs do that pudging thing, nearly looking double their actual size- specially when you were shorts, skirts or dresses. Like, their brain can’t compute, just please sit on their face and crush them with your chubby brown thighs, that’s all they want in life.
Do not let these idiots catch you talking, interacting or holding a child, ESPECIALLY a baby, they will fall in a spiral thinking about baby names and clothes and if they’d have your features.
perv!eddie with a piss kink means so much to me. having me hold his cock for him in the mornings, him peeing inside of me. im disgusting
okay listen I wasn't into this until uh. recently. but...
as for the first one, something about him having you hold it for him while he empties himself first thing in the morning and telling you to shake it after he's done to make sure it all gets out just makes me very very feral
as for the second one, dubcon warning but fuck, him not even warning you first, just getting you used to cockwarming him and one day deciding not to pull out when he has to go and just pisses in you, it takes you a few seconds to notice-- you frown when you feel it, but you don't realize what it is until you hear that sigh of relief and you try to get up-- but he holds you down and hisses, "no baby, don't get up, feels so fuckin' good, fuck..." and you're like "eddie wtf let me go that's so gross" and he's just taunting you like "oh you don't like being full of my piss? aww I bet you'll like it if you just get used to it, nono stop trying to move, i've still got a little more for you..."
HGHGHGH sero who invites you to his dorm to hang out, maybe catch up on class work or notes, n y’all end up doing the opposite of that.
absolutely teases the fuck outta you, makes you cream on his fingers and in his mouth before he’ll dick you down. says it’s all in the name of getting you ready, he swears.
has you sit on his lap while y’all ‘review’ notes or smthin. keeps rolling his hips and making his dick press against your cervix. has the audacity to tell you to focus while he’s rubbing slow circles on your clit.
the orgasms he gives u are amazing. makes your vision white out and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
- 🍀
Pls the fake encouragement to focus but he’s got both hands all over your clit and his cockhead making out with your cervix, parts your folds to swipe fast on your nub and you’re bowing off his chest, “Hanta! Han~! Too much! I can’t- I’m gonna-“ just being shushed down because Sero is obsessed with the way your pussy is squelching loudly and spasming around him, then he’s spilling into with a groan when you squirt down his balls and chair. Bruh he’s thinking of just knocking you up, drop out of college, get a 9 to five and support you as his pretty wife who he won’t let lift a finger
I feel like bakugou would shove you all the way down on his cock till your belly bulges out around the head and then he would have deku, kiri, sero, and denki take turns rubbing your belly and pressing on it while they tongue fuck your mouth and he just sits back watching. Enjoying the atmosphere and and wet pussy on his cock.
F-feeling stuff😵💫😵💫 feeling big stuff in my tummy😵💫😵💫
Pls and he just plays with your clit for the heck of it to make you moan and drool into the kisses, grabs whoever’s hand (in this case, on Sero’s turn) and brings it down to fiddle around with puffy nub just to make them groan at how wet you are, and how much Bakugou just stretches your little pussy so wide😵💫😵💫
i’m sorry hun ik i’m all in your askbox today but GIVING SERO AND SUKI DICK HICKEYS ugh i’m frothing. please the way they’d bicker while smooshing your face between their dicks while tryna figure out who’s gonna get the first hickey so you end up poppin both of their tips in your mouth to shut them both up-🍃
Nooooooo you angling their cocks until the tips are side by side, nearly nudged together, and you lap from one slit to another in a slow shake of your head with your tongue out, round eyes looking up at them. They both groan, could almost cum like this just from the sight of you with both their dicks bunched on your mouth. Sero pets over your hair and tangles his fingers in the back of your head, and Bakugou cups just under your jugular to drag you close, watching you swallow around their tips, fit them past your lips as best as you could when just one was already to bulbous to begin with.
Unfortunately you can’t tease them forever so Sero goes first cuz he’s nicer, and Bakugou gets hickeys on his balls to appease his grumbles and growls of being second.
A-and when they finish their event back in the main hall, they’ll both crowd between your legs and eat your pussy out as thanks🥺🥺🥺
hi hun how are you!! i wish you nothing but all the warm cuddles n hot desperate kithes💙 but in the meantime love,
how do you feel about living in a dorm with possessive fuckboys! kiri,suki, n sero who just love to walk around in grey sweats and those ridiculously tight tank tops of theirs. the three jerks who don’t allow you to have a guy around at all on campus no matter where you are cause “you’re their good girl”. the three little scheming potheads who insist on you smoking with them which ends up somehow with them all shotgunning with you at random before they shove their tongue down your throat just the way they know you like, just enough to cloud that dumb little brain the way they like. ugh n don’t even get me started on how they all bought you bracelets with their initials on it or how they just love to sport their chains- but yk- it’s just a lil thought
F-Frothing… convulsing even…
Don’t bother hiding their very obvious dick prints when they walk around in sweats, sling an arm around your shoulders and walk you to all of your classes, teasing the hell out of you cuz look so cute when you’re all flustered.
Pls Bakugou and Kiri groaning at Sero describing how y’all skipped class to smoke in his room and how your eyes just went all crossed and glassy when he grabbed you by the cheeks and puffed smoke into your open mouth, felt your hand unconsciously pawing on his thigh way too close to his cock.
Pls they so so scummy, wan their hands all over you, might as well put down their fuckboy title cuz they only have eyes for you😮💨
Naur cuz… going shopping with your fave for sundress season. Picking out necklaces and platform sandals and hats and holding different dresses up to your body, maybe trying some on when you can’t pick, twirling in them and asking, “which one do you like more baby?”
And he’s just smiling and nodding, mind elsewhere, nails digging into the material of his pants. Holy shit- he thinks- I wanna fuck her so bad.
A thought he just might act out on when you step out of the dressing room with the kind of dress that is flimsily tied around your neck; one soft tug and your tits would be out and pebbled and now he’s thinking about sucking your tits in a dressing room-
sukuna is probably the biggest guy you’ve ever been with, and every time you have sex he’s always stretching you out with his tip alone, despite the thorough prep that has your folds glossy with your slick and your entrance always eager for him.
“fuckkk.. y’squeezing me real tight.”, sukuna hisses as he lines his mushroom tip against your entrance, gently pushing his way through and slowly stretches you out with your walls just as tight as ever while struggling to accommodate his size.
he’s barely an inch in when you’re already gasping out, quiet moans falling from your lips as you struggle to contain them. sukuna can’t help but smirk when he looks down at you and the sight of your furrowing brows and the way you bite the bottom of your lip to try contain yourself, “just relax f’me.”
you’re really trying. you can feel your walls struggle to stretch around his cock before the sudden pop! that has sukuna breaking through, groaning out as he slides his length inside with the snap of his hips. he can’t help himself when he’s pressing down on your tummy too, smirking as he feels all of him that you take with those pretty moans falling from your lips that are like music to his ears.
“too big..” you whine out once sukuna’s cock gets the chance to abuse your gummy walls, snapping his hips in and out of your swollen pussy as his pelvis collides with the curve of your ass, with you then crying out, “it’s too much..”
“you can take it.” sukuna reassures with a deep groan despite the way he snaps his hips roughly to stretch you out, continuing to fuck you through your pleas, “you always do.”
you feel like you’re brain dead, like you’ve been in this position for years…although it’s only been an hour. choso chuckles at your sluggish demeanor, pressing kisses to your face. “hi, baby. . .” he coos at you, kissing your plump lips. you moan out, and scratch slowly at his built back — the one he strains everyday to make sure you have something to hold on to when he has you comprised in this position.
“cmon, talk to me. .” he whispers into your ear, bringing a soft hand down to rub at your tender clit. “makin’ me sad here…” he chuckles, kissing your neck with fervor. “h-. .”you huff out before a moan bursts out your throat once again. “hi. . .” you whine, your hand traveling to the nape of his neck to play with his outgrown hair.
“thank you.” he murmurs, elongating his thrusts as he kisses along your body.
He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world.
That’s what comes to mind since the first day he’s known you.
You’re the calm to his storm, the reason he has peace of mind. He finds your giggles to be the most harmonious song he’s ever heard.
And it’s not just the sparkle in your brown eyes from the sunset, or the streetlights and neon lights that pass through them, no, it’s the way you look at him with nothing but understanding. You take in every single word he says, be it one word answers or long on going sentences. And he does the same for you. Encouraging as you get embarrassed, looking away as the heat builds under your skin.
There are plenty of nights where you to just cruise around the city in his car, talking about anything. Some nights more serious than others, a much needed escape from home. Some nights just for 15 minutes, others for hours. Time together are filled with head nodding to the music, smoking weed and laughter. Ghost of smiles and blushes, stealing kisses and spilled fast food and silly jokes— his hand gripping your thigh like a vice. Admiring you in the corner of his eye because he truly can’t stop staring at you, Your seat all the way back, the windows down, that big smile on your face, eyes closed, singing the lyrics to Nights by Frank Ocean like a hymn because that’s what this was for the both of you.
Bliss, joy, and chaos— everything.
Even on the nights where you’d spend the car ride yelling at each other. Angry tears leaving your eyes as you hop out the car, and maybe he has to throw you back in. Slapping his back in frustration. But he reminds you that you to were meant to be, and that’s you can’t let the bullshit get in between the two of you. That he’s there for you, and will always be there for you.
So he fucks you slow in the back of the car, in the shade of an empty parking lot, steam filling the windows. His hands roam over your body through the dim moon light, remembering every curve on your body, every little thing that makes you twitch, that makes your messy cunt ache. Your hands clawing at his back as he fucks you like it’s the last time, loving you passionately as the car rocks.
But it’ll never be the last time, because a love like this is forever.
He’ll cup your face in his hands, pressing your foreheads together,
“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?”
And you nod because you know it’ll always be true.
a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.
a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."
a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.
a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.
a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.
"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.
a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.
a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.
Eddies little stims when it comes to best friend!reader like. Fluffing your hair, poking all over you, just rubbing his face on any part of you, he’ll randomly pretend to faint and youll have to catch him (he will be so wounded if you dont), but then it slowly gets like, so much more sexual that people even notice
Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x Reader
A/N: written in tumblr. thanks for the ask, he's such a touchy boy.
Warnings: groping without explicit consent, but it's fiction and you’re here reading Eddie for a reason—you'd let him do anything to you, boobies
Part two
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I could so see him being a very touchy person, I mean he already appears to be in the show—always breaching Steve's people's personal space. So I feel like he'd be the type to hug you all the time, just drape his body over you and squeeze your butt. He wants your touch, you're his best friend and he loves you. But he also wants to squeeze your ass, it just looks so squeezable! And you're used to it by now. He's never made any move to ask you out or move the friendship to the next level, so you just take what he gives you.
I feel like if you two laid in bed together—as best friends do during sleepovers—he'd lay on his side just smoothing his hand over any sliver of skin he can touch. He'd inch his way up your body, moving your shirt up silently with every new movement. Your eyes are closed, trying to sleep, but you're awake—you can feel his hands. He knows you're not asleep yet, that's the only reason he's still touching you.
"Eddie...what are you doing," you mumble, eyes never opening.
"Nothing."
"Where do you think that hand is going, bud?"
"Nowhere." He's so close to your breasts, fingers just nearly grazing the sensitive under side as your hand lands on his, effectively halting his movements.
"Nowhere?"
"Wasn't gonna do anything," he mutters, miffed that you stopped him right before heaven.
You smile at his bitter voice, he's so dramatic. Turning your head on the pillow, you open your eyes to look at his backlit figure—the only light in the dark bedroom being a streetlight pouring through the gaps in the shutters. He's propped up, a hand holding his head up as he looks down at you.
"So if I let your hand go, you're not going to do anything?" You know better, but you love when he tries to lie.
"No..."
"Alright..." you lift your hand off of his, closing your eyes again.
His hand doesn't move, stays completely still, resting right before his goal. The smile stays firmly planted on your lips, amused at how he's like a dog you ordered to 'stay' right in front of a treat.
Eddie counts to one hundred and twenty before he moves again, his creeping fingers finally feeling the smooth, velvety skin he's been dying to touch. You don't say anything—no admonishment for being a perv—so he takes that as a sign to continue.
He slides his hands up your chest, cupping your breasts with a tentative squeeze. That earns him a comment.
caleb had a nickname in the DAA and it was "guard dog"
not because he was super on the lookout for anything or alert, nonono, that's not how nicknames work
it was all because of how much caleb talked about his pip-squeak and how much he loves his pip-squeak and how he literally only had eyes for his pip-squeak, bro would even wait by the fucking lobby the moment he heard you were coming to visit like a goddamn dog. when you visited, he'd follow you around, never leave your side, and then glare at people that came even close to you without you noticing.
one time he was so drunk off his ass that his roommates teased him about how cute she was and he barked at them because "she's his" and "back off, she's mine". because guard dogs bark at enemies for being on their territory. and then he threatened to tear them apart limb from limb if they ever thought of getting close, before crying because he "misses his pip-squeak" and "why is she so far away? i want to go home, i hate it here", like a dog homesick away from his master.
and then one time while he was out waiting for training to start, they saw him fucking DOOMSCROLLING through your Moments, and then he just murmured "oh she's at [INSERT VERY SPECIFIC LOCATION HERE]" and they all were terrified at his precision. like they asked him "how do you know" and he pointed out EVERY FUCKING MINUTE DETAIL. INCLUDING THE REFLECTIONS IN YOUR EYES.
IT GOT WORSE CUZ HE WOULD NOTICE EVERY MINUTE DETAIL IN YOUR MOMENTS TAB, BE LIKE "she hasn't eaten yet today, she didn't post her meal like she normally would" OR "she's out with someone else, I can see a shadow on the other side of the table that's too close to be a waiter--" LIKE BUDDY, THATS TOO FUCKING PERCEPTIVE
but then Caleb, post-explosion, years later tells you "yeah, I got called Guard Dog because of how perceptive I was and how well I was at protecting my team", only for Gideon to go "no the fuck he wasn't, it was because—" and then Caleb obliterated Gideon from existence.
Gideon claims he did it because "the truth of the obsessive guard dog of the DAA must be passed on and you are one of the last people who will carry his legacy" AHAHAHAHAHA
Reader's roommate has an oral fixation, he somehow convinces you to let him suck on your tits and now he does it all the time, movie night? He's latched onto them, sleeping? Oh don't worry he'll keep you(r tits) company.
Latched On
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x M)
"You want to do what?" You ask your roommate, slightly amused.
"Uh ... suck on em? Just for a bit!"
"Fine. At least it'll get you to shut up."
You roll your eyes at how he eagerly jumps up, joining you on the couch as you watch your show. His eyes widen like a kid's in a candy store when you remove your shirt, revealing your plump breasts to him. You can't help but giggle as his gaze darts back and forth from your chest to your face, silently asking for permission to latch on. You nod and he dives right in.
His warm mouth envelops your tit. Sloppy kisses are slathered all over the mounds as you do your best to ignore him. At first he's ravenous, desperately licking and sucking every inch, worried you'll change your mind and take them away. Eventually he calms, instead drifting his mouth to your nipples, idly flicking them with his tongue or suckling them like a baby.
It feels good, the buzz of pleasure as your roommate worships your breasts. The two of you find yourselves in this position more often. You'll be watching tv, reading, studying, sleeping even, and he'll be latched onto your chest like an endearing parasite. Often you pet his hair, earning happy hums from him. When he's really lucky you'll even stroke his cock over his pants or rub your clit as he works his mouth.
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