bratiella

20 i just repost fics i enjoy <3

[wintrrxxo]

This is just a psa to the people who read smut. Please don't let it give you an unrealistic impression of what sex is supposed to be.

(I write smut so I'm not judging at all, that's not what this is)

Can sex be exciting, rough, passionate, sexy, fun blah blah? Yes. But it's not always, and that's okay.

Sometimes it's clumsy, uncomfortable, awkward, funny, sometimes it's quick and sometimes it probably won't be that enjoyable.

Not all women squirt, and that's okay. Don't feel like something is wrong with you because you haven't or can't. It's not a necessity.

Not all men have gigantic dicks and that's okay. Just because a man does have a big dick does NOT mean the sex is gone be good.

It's okay to not be able to deep throat or not like your cervix being abused by dick. The shit hurts truly, and it causes bad cramping, for me at least.

Everybody isn't gonna off rip, know all your spots and kinks and fantasies. Let people learn you if they are willing. Don't set expectations on someone because of what you read. It's not fair to them.

(I don't wanna clog up all the smut tags so I'm just putting this in aot cause that's mostly what I write about 😬)

[obsessiveswan]

drunken desires

18+ MDNI!

── ✶ i. midoriya, k. bakugou

──✶✶ summary: katsuki has to babysit reader & izuku after having one too many drinks. but reader & izuku are too horny for katsuki to handle.

cw: drinking, prior consent established, reckless behavior, polyamory, poly!reader, poly!izuku, poly!katsuki, fem!reader, cnc elements?, dacryphilia, pussy petting, kissing, lots of cursing.

a/n: first piece with boaf of them. i actually love writing izuku to be sooo smug even though he is drunk asf. anyway lmk what you think! do i write drunk characters convincingly enough, or am i slacking?

~2.2k

the bass booming across the rowdy club still beats heavy against your skin. the atmosphere feels thick, but you feel weightless and airy. maybe that's because you were hanging off of katsuki's broad shoulder. maybe its from the one too many shots you and izuku had. either way, you were having a blast until your blonde boyfriend yanked you away from all the fun, while dragging your other green haired boyfriend back to his car.

"kacchaaaannn whyyyyy?"

"don't start with me nerd. you guys were standing on tables and giving away free shots like you owned the place. pulled you away before security put their nasty hands on you."

you huff on katsuki's shoulder, "ugh just ruining our fun"

"oh yeah? fun, huh?"

you hum happily, remembering the song you and izuku were dancing to, "yup! this place about to blooooooooowoooohohohhhh. bloooooowohohh."

beside you izuku reaches up to hold an imaginary microphone and sings along, "bloooowwwohhhhohohoh."

katsuki steams with frustration, "you fucking idiots. your skirt was riding up to your damn stomach and your tits were about to pop out as you were dancing to that stupid song. whole pussy 'n boobs out for everyone. unfuckingbelivable. bet your shits showin' right now."

he turns to face izuku, "is her entire ass out?"

izuku's extremely flushed face stops singing instantly to examine your lace panties. he runs his hand down your ass and through your lips.

you moan in surprise, "izzzu —hic—ku!"

katsuki swats his hand away, annoyed. "oi, i just asked you to look not touch. jesus christ."

he breathes heavily while slurring, "sorry! just look so pretty."

you giggle softly, "issa okay. feels good. do it again."

izuku attempts to run his hungry fingers through your cunt once more, but katsuki stops him before he can, "enough. open the door for me, now."

izuku huffs before listening, opening the backseat.

katsuki places you down and clips on your seatbelt. you stare at him all loopy, "what you think i can't put on my OWN seatbelt? i'm drunk not stupid."

"no i don't think you can idiot. now keep it on this time or i will be beating your ass."

you smirk, "that a promise or a threat, sexy?"

katsuki turns the slightest bit pink.

"you are too much when you drink, ya know that?"

you throw your hands up and shrug, "and yet, you looooooove me."

"unfortunately."

izuku throws himself on top of katsuki, dropping all his weight on his back, "you have such a cute butt, did YOUUU know that kaccccchan?"

katsuki chuckles softly, "get in the car izuku. do i have to put your seatbelt on too?"

"i mean if you insssist."

izuku removes himself from katsuki and clumsily climbs over you, to which you place a soft slap on his firm ass.

izuku stays on all fours and says, "wait do it again."

you giggle and instead of doing what he asks, push him into the seat next to you. izuku, dramatic as ever, launches himself onto the car floor, "woah, that was so aggressive, kinda liked it."

you throw your head back and give a full body laugh, izuku joins you.

katsuki puts his head in his hands and lets out the loudest sigh, "fuck me."

you and izuku turn towards him with a glimmer in your eyes. izuku, also too much of a flirt when he's drunk, says, "only because you asked so nicely, hot stuff."

he gracelessly reaches over to pull on the collar of katsuki shirt, dragging him into the car. katsuki has to brace himself against the vehicle to avoid falling, "yo chill out. we have to get home."

you whine, "why fuck at home when we have a perfectly good car righttttt here," while rubbing the spot in between you and izuku.

"WE are not fucking. now sit still, don't take off your fucking seatbelt, and DO NOT fucking throw up in my car. got it?"

you and izuku mock salute katsuki, but your hand ends up hitting your head too hard, "owww. that hurted."

katsuki rolls his eyes, "hurt. not hurted, stupid."

you roll your eyes at him, "how would you know it didn't happen to you."

he stares at you with a thin grasp of patience, "just stay in the fucking car." he closes the door shut and rounds the side to get into the driver's seat.

izuku grabs your forehead, "awww do you want me to kiss it better honey?"

"yes please izuku."

he places a tender kiss on your temple. and then another.

two more on your cheek.

you stupidly fumble with the clasp of your seatbelt to quickly undo it.

izuku places a kiss on your chin, humming.

his wide hands grip onto your waist, swiftly pulling you on top of him.

you whine slightly, feeling his hardness, "izukuuu."

he breathes heavy with almost entirely black eyes, "so hot."

next thing you know izuku's tongue is edging the corner of your lips to make his way inside. the two of you begin to sloppily make out while katsuki begins to back out of the parking lot.

he huffs in annoyance, "can you guys stop fucking around back there."

you moan softly into izuku's mouth as his tongue slides across your swollen lips, "mmm can't."

izuku breathlessly murmurs, "taste so good kacchan. you haffta try."

katsuki groans as his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel, "oi fuckers. quit it now."

you kiss your way down izuku's neck, placing dirty marks all over. the sounds of your wet lips and izuku's needy whines fill the car. katsuki's pants strain against his crotch.

"you look so preeettty izukuuu— wanna make you feel soooo good."

"you're prettier b—hic—baby."

his cheeks are perfectly flushed. his skin is slightly dewy from all the alcohol and his growing need for you. the curls framing his boyish features look so soft and inviting, you rake your hands through them and gently tug.

izuku lets out the sweetest moan, and you can't help yourself. you laugh against his throat, slurring your words, "fuck me. pleaseeeee. you sound so hot i can't. if i spend one more minute without you inside me, I'LL DIE."

"there will be no fucking in MY car. fucking wild animals, both drunk outta your damn minds."

you clumsily climb off of izuku's lap, almost falling to the floor of the car. izuku, not as quite sharp, tries to help but only ends up catching the air. you both laugh, like its the funniest thing in the world. then you remember why you got off his lap in the first place.

you stand bent over (in the moving vehicle), and plunge yourself into the front seat.

"what the fuck are you doing! get in the fucking back right now and put on your seatbelt! are you fucking stupid?"

moving your limbs feels like being underwater, so the hand that intends to reach the hot driver's taut arm misses, and lands straight on his hardened cock.

he groans loudly, and thanks his stars that they move into a red light.

mischievous giggles bubble through your throat as you feel his lust, "yeaahhhh, stupid for you!"

he forcefully grabs your hand and pushes you into the backseat, "izuku grab her right now before i kill you both."

izuku, obedient as ever, wraps his muscular arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

the light turns green and katsuki hits the gas.

you slump against the hard planes of izuku's body and welcome the warmth. "mmm i love you izuku. always so warm."

"love you too baby."

your hand reaches forward to touch katsuki's arm, "i love you too kat. even though you don't love us right now."

tears start to form in your eyes and your voice wavers, "ohhh guys, i love you soooo much. i like really really love you. i could actually die from how much i love you guys."

"oh honey don't cry i will start crying pleaseeeee don'tttttt."

you sit parallel to izuku so that you can wrap your hands around his soft cheeks. while tears fall down your flushed face you tell him, "but i mean it izuku. you are so preeetty, 'n perfect, 'n amazing, 'n sooooo many other great things."

you can barely get through your speech before izuku bursts into big wet tears.

katsuki shakes his head from the driver's seat, "princess. you just had to start didn't you? you know how he fucking gets."

izuku is full on sobbing, struggling to get any words out, "noooo baby you are soooamazingperfectprettysmart —"

both of you talk over the other while fat tears stream down your face, holding the others hands.

"can you guys PLEASE stop. no one is going anywhere."

your tears start to slow, but izuku is still strong in his admiration.

"kat doesn't izu—hic—ku look sooooo pretty when he cries? like WOWWWW."

katsuki tiredly laughs at how quickly your demeanor changes, remembering how much you like seeing izuku in this state.

the car reaches a stop sign and katsuki decides to take the opportunity to look at you two. as he turns around you decide to grab izuku's face and lick his cheek clean of his salty tears. you smirk while looking directly at katsuki.

he grins in disbelief, "you are so much trouble, princess."

izuku now stops his crying to grab your hand. he wraps his other around the back of your neck and plunges his soft lips onto yours. you moan, desperate.

he moves to lay you on your back as he towers above, grinding against your needy cunt. katsuki watches, unable to be anything but turned on by his two lovers passionately making out.

izuku gently rubs your tit through your top, somehow managing to find your nipple to squeeze. you whimper softly. you reach a hand around izuku's back to grab his firm ass and push him closer to you. he listens, giving a dangerously delicious rut into you. you sigh so softly, "mmmm." it goes straight to izuku and katsuki's swollen cocks. they just loved hearing you hum so lustfully like that. they loved to drawn all the sweetest noises from your pretty little mouth.

katsuki palms himself, trying to relieve some pressure. a breathy, "fuck" escapes him.

at the sound of his delicate weakness, you and izuku pause to look at him. a string of saliva tethers you together. eyes wide, blown from desire, everyone is breathing heavy, hungry for a little bit more.

izuku slowly rises, and taunts his blonde boyfriend, "come on handsome, less havesomefun yeah?"

you get up too, although a little dizzy, "yeah kat, we know ya want to."

katsuki's chest heaves up and down, trying his damnedest to reject your advances. but his body gives him away. the tent in his pants looks awfully tight, and his lips so deliciously pink, you are practically salivating.

katsuki's breathy voice offers weakly, "no, we can't."

izuku reaches a hand down and through your lace panties, he softly pets at your dripping cunt, you moan at the contact. he rubs teasing circles on your clit, and with a lopsided grin he stares so smugly at katsuki.

vodka still heavy on his tongue, katsuki can smell it from the front seat as izuku continues to egg him on. "so yerr gonna let me play with her all night and do nothing?"

even as he tries his hardest to seem sober, izuku still slurs his speech and his movements are less precise. but with practiced fingers, he manages to draw out the whiniest sounds from you. it makes him proud as he pinches at your swollen bud, eliciting a lewd cry.

"ya hear that kacchan, you gonna deny our poor girl of your big FAT cock? hmmmm?"

with your head thrown back, you start to pant as izuku gathers speed. katsuki does too. his grip on his pants tighten, and in the dim lighting of the car izuku can see his tip leaking through.

izuku grabs your face with his other hand and places a tender kiss on your open mouth, "that doesn't seem fair, does it baby?"

you shake your head no, and immediately regret it. your head starts to buzz unpleasantly, but it isn't enough to drown out the sensations izuku was blessing you with.

he squeezes your clit a little tighter, and you cry out loudly, "he can't hear you honey. tell 'em how bad you want it, tell 'em."

you turn to katsuki, pupils inky black, face entirely flushed and dewy, "pleaseeee katsuki. pleasepleaseplease."

izuku smiles all too pleased with your whining, "yeah that's it baby. keep going fer me, just like that."

he kisses at your exposed neck, slightly laughing, "don't be so cruel kacchan giveher what she's askin' for."

katsuki brows twist up in frustration, "i fucking hate you."

izuku licks up your neck to your ear, smiling against your skin, "doesn't look like it handsome."

finally, he turns to look back at katsuki once more. with half-lidded eyes, a shit-eating grin, and a tilted head, izuku gazes at katsuki and makes his final plea,"you gonna come back here or what hot stuff?"

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[everlasting-everlong]

Stress relief

| wc: 1.5k | m.list | tags: Midoriya Izuku / AFAB! Reader, smut with soft plot, unprotected sex, p in v, after-work sex, established relationships, timeskip! Midoriya, ALL CHARACTERS ARE BASED ON TIMESKIP! Smut, slight degradation, Izuku is not a 'cinnamon roll' idc that shits annoying asf, swearing, slight praise, nicknames - 'daddy', not proofread, cannon universe, oneshot | summary: Your husband had a long day after work, only you could provide him his stress reliever. |

“Bro this shirts so fucking ugly.” You mumbled, legs spread on either side of Izuku’s hips, clutching at his plain white shirt that literally said ‘shirt’

“Don’t be dissing on my shit.” He mumbled, his hands on your hips while he laid back on the couch, “I’ve had this shirt since I was a teenager, if it works it works.”

“Yeah but it’s so… plain… literally you’re plain.”

“Oh ouch.” He laughed, the movement of his laughter making you bounce softly, “it’s comfy, it’s stylish, if it’s plain so be it. Guess I’m forever plain.”

“Plain-zuku mid-doryia.”

“How about shut up and… hop on this thang.”

“Izuku!” You slapped his chest but he quickly caught your wrist, pulling you closer to his chest while his free hand groped your ass.

He leaned in close to your ear, “I had a long ass day at work, I’m sore all over and my brain hurts. Maybe I just want a little sugar from my beautiful wife.”

Izuku squeezed your ass a little tighter, his big hand cupping your covered cheek, “and seeing you in one of my shirts? In those cute panties of yours and nothing else—“ he let out a sharp whistle, “lucky I get to come home to this.”

“It’s called being comfy.”

“Yeah and being comfy is when you’re the most sexy.”

You felt him nip your ear, kissing down your jaw. The stubble on his face scratching at your skin. It didn’t bother you though, focused on the fact that you could feel his cock hardening under you - tenting in his pants in the best possible way.

“Why do you even wear clothes?” He mumbled, his hand tracing under the shirt against your flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Because it would be public indecency if our neighbours saw my naked figure in the windows.”

“I’ll tint them,” Izuku intercepted, “make it so only you can see out the windows and no one can see it. I’ll add blinds so thick that not even some guy with X-ray could see - I dunno, fuck, whatever you need I’ll do it for you.”

“Tint them and I’ll think about walking around naked.”

“Done,” he whispered, touching your softened nipples. Feeling them start to harden and pebble under his fingertips.

Izuku kept kissing your neck down to your shoulders, gently rubbing your nipples that rode waves of pleasure down to your core.

“And what about the dinner that’s simmering?”

“Let it burn, don’t care. I’ll order us something.”

That made you let out a soft huff of laughter, “why do you always act like a delinquent when it comes to sex and fighting.”

“I do not!” He shied, pausing his movements, “sorry, I’ll be softer.”

And softer he was, his movements, his kisses, the longing in his eyes were softer than you could ever imagine. He handled you with such care and gentleness it almost made you weak.

“Let’s get this off ya.” He whispered, tugging your shirt off of your body, admiring your bare skin that was ontop of him, “lift your hips.”

You did what he said, watching him shimmy down his pants. His hardened cock springing up, hitting the lower half of his stomach before springing up, resting against your pubic area.

Feeling him twitch against your skin, looking down to see his pre-cum starting to gather at the slit of his tip, threatening to spill down the side.

“You’re making me nervous when you analyze me like that.” He mumbled, used to the blindfolds and the eye masks he would usually put on you.

“But you literally mumble out analytics when we have sex?”

“It’s different! I’m appreciative of what you’re giving me! Letting me do! You just stare and it makes me flustered - even though we’ve been married for years not used to it!” He whined, trying to cover his face with his eyes, “you’re so pretty it makes me nervous still.”

“‘Zuku” you mumbled, feeling your heat leave a pool of slick against him, “stop talking and touch me.”

Your hands aggressively grabbed his, placing them on your breasts. He did exactly what you said, groping your chest, thumbs rubbing against your nipples. He leaned up, giving himself enough leverage to kiss at your warm skin.

You could feel his cock itching to be touched, used, drained. While he caressed your boobs, you wrapped your hands around his member, listening to him shutter - his breath hitching as you slowly stroked him.

“Nngh- babe-“ he whined, giving you pleasure that was equal.

“I love seeing you squirm.”

Izukus whole body twitched, goosebumps evident all over his body and a furious blush on his face. His hair was sticking up wildly, some of his bands sticking to his face from the sweat build-up. He could already feel his resolve breaking, looking up at you like you were some angel sitting on him.

His eyes wandering all over your body, not an inch of skin that was left unseen.

Then the mumbling started, long unpaused ranting that was under his breath. It was too fast for you to make-out but his movements were becoming harsher, faster, and more desperate.

Before you knew it, he flipped your position. Your ass up in the air as he kneeled behind you, his tip perfectly lined up to your wet, aching entrance that was ready to be stretched. His big hands were wrapped around your hips, a focused look on his face as he slid himself in.

You both simultaneously let out a collective whine - he was moaning from your walls clenching around his girth - you were whining from his cock stretching you out in unimaginable ways. Practically splitting you in two every time you fucked.

Izuku knew the drill, slow, shallow thrusts at first but when he got lost into the pleasure and the slutty mewls coming out of your mouth he couldn’t help it - a fast pace now set as he precisely slammed against your cervix, rubbing against your g-spot repeatedly.

You couldn’t hold back your moans, loud and unapologetic as you whimpered with each thrust. The buildup was fast, feeling it crashing down to your core. Your free hand went between your legs, desperately rubbing at your clit as you bounced against his hips.

He watched your ass ripple with every thrust, using his left hand to leave a sharp smack. Every-time he slapped your ass he could feel you clench down tighter, motivating him to make you orgasm from his cock alone.

Izuku bent over, his chest pressed against your back as he humped you harshly, the unity of his cock in your vagina letting out lewd squelching sounds from the air escaping.

He let out drawn out whines and moans, “so, tight. All mine, like a puzzle piece I wanna screw all night.”

Izuku kept nipping at your shoulders, his hands by your head as he caged you in like a primal animal. His soft kisses contradicting his brash movements.

“‘Zuku-“ you mewled, “fuck yes baby, just like that, right there don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t plannin’n stoppin’” he slurred out closely to your ear, “if I still had my quirk I’d be fucking you so hard you’d be screaming and everyone would hear it.” His words became harsh, his desire to be gentle was thrown out the window.

“You’re so fucking tight, it makes me want to stretch your pussy out to the point my hand could fit in there”

He kept mumbling to himself, letting you hear his dirty talk, “if I didn’t know you better I’d assume your’e some slut desperate for my cock. Such a pretty girl making some pretty fuckin’ sounds.”

That only drove you closer to the edge, “hun- I’m close.”

You could feel his smile against your shoulder, now drilling into you to the point your mind started to haze. Izuku knew how to fuck you dumb and he loved it, listening to your ongoing vocals, watching your body convulse under him.

“G’d, m’too.” He grunted, “wanna cum on my fat cock? Wanna cum on daddy’s pulsating cock?” He growled out, “be louder for me or else I’ll stop fucking your cunt entirely.”

“M’ready loud.” You slurred, unable to form proper sentences,

“Louder.”

You felt him start to slow down to an agonizing pace, “no! No I’m sorry go back go back I was close!” Becoming obnoxious loud once more, feeling him fasten his pace - you kept being loud for his pressure.

“Good girl. Be loud, just like that.” He praised, his hips slamming against your ass.

“Close- close, baby close.” You whined, your hands wrapped around his wrists to try and keep you grounded.

“Cum for me.” He whispered into your ear, sucking on your neck.

He felt you tighten like he’s never felt before, making his own cum spirt into you but he didn’t stop the thrusts, feeling you ride out your high on his member.

Izuku pulled out, twitching dick as cum dripped down his shaft - watching the mixture of orgasmic fluids drip out of your entrance in gushes of waves.

“So…. What’s for dinner?” He laughed, getting up to clean you up.

“Another round of pussy.” You mumbled, catching his wrist and tugging him back onto the couch.

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[daisylaufeyson]

i need to be fucked by izuku midoriya

[slvttyplums]

headcanon to pass time.

suguru likes when you squirt on his dick, it only makes him hornier and gives him an excuse to fuck you longer.

pulling out and slapping your pussy over and over letting you make a mess on his hand until you stop then giving you long strokes again urging you to make another mess

[reignpage]

SYNOPSIS:

in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive

warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it) featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: true form!sukuna dealing with your mood swings while pregnant :: tags. wife!reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size diff reader gets called ‘woman, brat’ :: wc. 1.8k

you’re crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukuna’s arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of your shared chambers. there really isn’t an end to your mental breakdown.

you’re prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe, sticking out from under your kimono.

you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. “not fair,” you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.

the bedroom doors suddenly swing open.

you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. somehow more upset than you are at the moment.

you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while you’re stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.

after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure.

he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.

“enough with the tears,” sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.

his eyes flicker over your body—taking in the sight of your round belly. he can’t deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days.

sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long you’ve been sobbing? the realisation that no one’s checked on you while you’ve been crying like this irks him.

the king of curses will make sure that every single servant—and especially the ones assigned to you—pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.

“damn it, woman,” he curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, “what’s gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"

you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.

“welcome home,” you utter, remembering to greet him properly.

you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. “i—i went down to the kitchen to get som-something,” you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukuna’s irritation spikes.

“but they didn’t have the food i craved. they’re out of mangoes,” your wailing starts again just at the mention of the fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.

sukuna’s annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that you’re crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he can’t help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

he brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. “mangoes, huh? y’re out here bawling y’r fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?”

despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplify emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, you’re stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.

“mangoes,” you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch.

you guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.

though, mangoes are your current craving and not having them meant war to you. it’s all you can focus on—even if your beloved is right in front of you.

“i need them,” you whine and pout again. your hormones make it difficult for you to calm down.

you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out.

“i want my mangoes,” your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, “please?”

sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that you’re experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.

the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight.

“tsk, damn it,” he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, “y’re really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?”

here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. he’s seen you in many states—happy, sad, tired, excited—but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit.

sukuna’s large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.

you pout at him and lean into his touch. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do.

“well, yes, you’re the one who got me pregnant,” you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.

no matter what sour mood you’re in, you can still be sassy.

though it doesn’t last long before your bottom lip trembles again. “i can’t do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,” you sniff as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your desire.

sukuna’s smirk wides at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. cheeky little woman, he thinks.

your husband scoffs, his large hand roughly ruffling your hair again before pulling away.

“‘n i don’t regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with y’r cranky ass.”

you roll your eyes at sukuna’s reply. you know you’re an emotional mess, but you can’t care less. you’d dl anything for your mangoes—those juicy ones that you can eat a dozen of in one sitting.

“the maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ‘nd villages nearby,” you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. you’re trying your best to stay rational.

you’re extremely hungry and haven’t eaten ever since breakfast. that’s how stubborn you are being.

“but i’m hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,” you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.

“yeah, yeah—fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. it’s a constant reminder of the effect he has on you and it makes him proud.

he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you don’t strain a single muscle.

after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eat—perhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.

sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walk towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra.

it’s driving him insane.

“mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i fuckin’ get it, brat,” the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb.

you’re lucky that he ‘tolerates’ you as his wife.

it’s something more than just ‘tolerating’ you, of course, but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.

if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that it’s simply because you’re carrying his heir. however only he knows the full truth, the sappy secret he’ll forever keep to himself.

before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume.

they glance from sukuna to you and bow. “good day,” they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. they’ve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.

the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows you’re holding yourself back from asking for your craving again.

sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume.

“keep an eye on her while ‘m gone. feed her what she wants,” he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.

uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.

“where are you going, hubby?”

you of course, get a free pass.

you don’t hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him such in an oblivious manner. you should known where he is departing to.

“where’d you think, smartass?” he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.

you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.

“you better hold on ‘til i come back with y’r stupid mangoes,” he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, “and when i do, i don’t wanna hear ‘nother squeak, understood?”

sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.

your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that he’s actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.

“okay! love you, ryo!” you call out to your husband as he disappears behind the gates.

as expected, your words are met by silence.

that’s fine with you. not hearing an ‘i love you’ back doesn’t hurt you as much as it did at the start of your relationship.

you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didn’t, you’d be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didn’t like you.

and that’s all that matters.

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

[cinna-creme]

BAKUSQUAD TRAIN THATS SO REAL😭 im also in my Eiji Era but i can’t help but imagine him pounding into you while you’re going at it in doggy, stretching you to your limits because he’s a fuckin TANK. And at the same time Katsuki’s cock is so deep in your throat, your eyes are watering from being so full🤤 IM IN HEATTTTTT

Also hi bb Cinna I hope you’re doing okay🥰

-🥀

oh god i’m wet

“bakugo man let her breath.” kiri’s fingers dig into your hips the rhythmic shlick! shlick! shlick! louder than your gags as he fucks you

“i told her to breath through her nose.” katsuki pats the side of your cheek, watching the spit bubbles appear and pop as he fucks your face

you’re in fucking heaven being stretched and fucked, the lack of air, the pleasure. your body is humming, orgasms just bursting through you with little stars in your vision as you stare up at katsuki

you almost wish you could be out of your body to see them more clearly, especially when they kiss over you, but you wouldn’t want to give up being between them. when they both fill you and pull out of you, you croak.

“switch! or- ngh! both in at once.” you pant.

“your pussy can’t take us both baby.” kiri coos.

“yes! try! pleasepleaseplease!”

“no.” bakugo grabs your chin. “we’ll switch tho.”

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: calling true form!sukuna by a nickname for the first time :: tags. fluff, sfw.

“ryo,” it rolls off your tongue naturally. as if you’ve called him that thousands of times before. you don’t realise it until he suddenly stops in his tracks.

sukuna narrows his eyes. you turn your head and look up, oblivious to your slip-up. the sorcerer doesn’t utter a word and instead glares down at your short frame. he looks irritated, or more annoyed.

“oh,” you realise why only a few seconds after.

you bow your head at him and try to explain yourself in a hurry. normally, you’d address him with respect like everyone else does. ‘my lord’, ‘lord sukuna’, or even ‘master’.

you nearly fall to your knees. you don’t know how or what sukuna’s going to do now that you’ve dropped the honorifics on accident and called him by a nickname.

you hold your hands together, “my deepest apologi—“

“again,” sukuna demands in a rough voice.

you freeze for a second before tilting your head back. you catch a glimpse of his expression; he’s amused, intrigued and perhaps still a bit annoyed. he repeats, “call me that again.”

sukuna isn’t annoyed by the fact that you’ve called him by a nickname for the first time. he’s annoyed, because your sweet voice makes him feel stuff he’s sworn to never feel for a regular human.

that warm feeling in his chest. . . he hates it. yet he yearns for it. from you.

you hesitate for a second, unsure if the firm tone in sukuna’s voice was a bad sign or not. you decide to just comply and hope for the best, “. . . ryo.”

sukuna grits his teeth. you think he’s mad, but in reality, he’s trying to eliminate the feelings of love from within him. your voice calling him so affectionately—so intimately; it makes him feel that warmth in his chest.

no one’s dared to call him anything like that before. everyone’s formal with him. it’s a must. sukuna’s used to everyone acknowledging his superiority in the conversations he holds. it’s a given.

no one refers to him so casually. no one dares to.

you’re the first one to break that pattern. the first one to make sukuna’s cold heart tremble. if it were anyone else, they’d be his dinner by now. but it’s you so it’s. . . fine, he assumes. an exception.

silence falls in the hallway. luckily, not another soul is around to witness the king of curses struggling to contain his own ‘foolish’ emotions.

sukuna clicks his tongue and sighs before continuing to walk ahead of you.

you scurry after him—keeping your head low. you don’t wish to upset him any further. you feel like you overstepped a boundary just now.

the silence continues for a couple seconds, both of you deep in thought.

sukuna’s the one to end the quiet atmosphere. his voice is as deep and cold as ever, though there’s no denying the subtle softness that creeps in whenever he talks with you.

he takes a deep breath and sighs. he keeps walking and doesn’t spare you a glance, however his words say enough;

“from now on, that’s the only way you’ll address me until i say otherwise, understood?”

[tteokdoroki]

izu should be eating u to sleep smh

✩꒱ midnight snack — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. oral sex, somnophilia, established relationship, dom and sub dynamics, care taker izuku. -> izuku implements a seven step nightly routine that always ends with the taste of you on his tongue.

nightly routine with izuku includes a shower together where he scrubs you clean n puts a hand between your legs ton wash you up but he doesn’t touch you and pretends … pretends not to notice the way your thighs quiver around his wrist or how you reach back to curl your fingers in his hair for stability. sudsy kisses pressed on your shoulders and soapy digits splayed against your tummy to keep you still. “gotta make sure you’re squeaky clean, hm baby?”

then he oils and moisturises you up before bed, he’s already picked out your PJs — something that smells like baby detergent, clean and lacy and barely there and you know what the fabric means and he just pretends that they’re ordinary jammies. big scarred hands working through the knots in your body, squeezing and tugging on your thighs and the fat at your hips and thumbs pressing into your nipples and even still — izuku will smile as though nothing is happening, nothing is going to happen. playing with you, toying with his sweet baby who grows sleepier by the second.

you’re already drifting by the time izuku pulls away from your embrace, an iron grip not quite iron when he’s so easily able to break free. he’s over you, a finger to his lips making a shhhh sound when you whine because he’s not going anywhere, not really, shimmying his way down your torso — tongue circling your belly button, hot kisses against your warm flesh. “sleepy time, baby, don’t make a fuss,” he hums, because you will attempt to kick your feet and bring izuku back up for cuddles. “hands to yourself please.”

so you sling your arms over your sleepy face and let him draw your knees up to a bend, his teeth already grazing at your swollen clit from over your sweet little boy shorts. pulse erratic just like your heartbeat which is no where near calm enough to sleep. “miss you, come back.”

“don’t be a silly girl, ‘m right here,” deku’s voice pinches and peaks with condescension. the sound rumbles through your syrupy, tortured cunt — clenching around nothing, self-lubricating as she lies in wait for your boyfriend’s fingers or tongue. you’ve been waiting all day to be touched properly, the teasing and the taunting putting you on the edge where you toe the line between heaven and hell. “relax for me, let’s go to sleep — yeah?”

slick glues the seam of your shorts to your aching, vacant hole as izuku carefully peels them away, tucking one leg behind your pudgy pussy lips. clear and stringy between your folds — tantalisingly good enough to eat, and while the position of your clothing is awkward and uncomfortable, it’s irritation is minuscule in size when compared to that first stroke of his tongue against you. curling at your clit, knocking the little nub from side to side. slurping sounds slip between moans of gluttony, that mimics that of a man sheathing himself inside his partner raw for the first time.

jaded eyes sparked with a mischievous or borderline evil emerald peek from over your stomach, rising and falling with heavy breathing that only comes with someone losing consciousness to sleep. “lift your hips, c’mon pup,” he coos, slack jaw, words breathy whilst he tongues at your quivering entrance — carefully thrusting along your silken walls. you slowly begin to obey, rocking upwards and bowing into his eager open mouth. “look at that, there we go. you listen so well.”

your body does. only to him. as soon as you’re up, nimble fingers slide up to the base of your spine and hold you in place — against the mouth that works on you until you’re drenched and dripping down his chin. the flex of his jaw, as he drinks you down as though you’re aged whisky. rare. a treat undeserved by a mere man such as himself.

“baby, tell me about your day.” izuku drawls like a man lost without water for days, pausing for air, lapping at the wet inner crease of your thigh where spit and arousal marry to become one.

he latches onto you, while you find mental strength to mumble about your day plans. sucks a swollen fold between perfect white teeth, sending blood flow straight down south. “was good — mmnph — got my nails done ‘n went shoppin’…” the hero keeps you talking until you’re hazy, heated and half a second away from sinking into sleep. blinking away the blur that fades the edges of your vision, pleasure melding with exhaustion — you meet eyes and they’re already on you as though he hasn’t given a thought to look away from your parted lips and bobbing throat. just as you open your mouth to continue, his tongue laps at your candied cunt and squirms into you, pressing against the gushy, gummy spot nestled deep within. “oh, oooh! got somethin’ new for you.”

and you’re so sweet, god you are. in taste and in physical form. izuku gets the kind joy from you as a kid would at a candy store — static straight to his brain when you whimper into night’s humid blanket and squeeze your thighs around his head. arousal seeping through your sleep shorts to fuel him on as you pour your chalice straight into his mouth.

“for me? god, ‘m a lucky guy. aren’t i? can’t wait to see it…” he chuckles, almost humbly. words nestled against your soaked slit like a promise of other worldly ecstasy. a whisper in the wind, a heart shaped signature against your clit. “i think i want you to cum now, angel. nice and hard, let your body unwind. give me all you can.”

you listen again, every fibre and nerve ending in your body following izuku’s command like a dog who’s well trained and knows her tricks off by heart. at this point, you’ve barely any strength or will to stay awake. the stars align and moon flashes bright behind your drawn curtains — you cum against greedy lips and a tongue that smooths over your sluice sex like a salve, blacking out and falling victim to the soothing voice of sleep.

“lights out, baby,” izuku coos through the after shocks, all in a days work for his pretty baby.

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[saintkaylaa]

Getting Primal .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, hiromi, toji

note: asking them not to shave their pubic area because you find it hot !

warnings: pubes, sexual, suggestive, cursing, crack, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[merakidoll]

“let go baby i thought you could handle it?” slapping your cheek choso bit his lips watching the ripple of your brown skin. your body shook, pussy leaking with gooey cream that stuck to your thighs. you clenched trying to hold everything the emo man had just givin you, but it was too much. you felt him tug your body back into position, your back arching naturally and your pussy pushing out more cum on que. your shaky hands gripped the hotel sheets, eyes closing as you felt him stretching your puffy pussy. choso was a grower.

a proud one at that.

he lived for how confident women were right before his cock began to grow. he could never hide the smirk, it was even better when they put him in their mouths and his cock slowly began to make them gag. you were no different, confidence in your walk, and so much so, you said you could ride him.

he got so turned on watching your pretty eyes get big and bigger- with his cock. “c-cho hold on babyyy” your voice quivered. now three rounds later, and five times cumming your pussy was sore. sore, open and wet.

“no matter how much i fuck this pretty pussy, it’s always gonna. be. tight.” choso knocked wind from your lungs. his dick shot out cream, white slimy cream that stuck to your pink walls. even then, his dick didn’t go down - it never would it seemed.

you ass clapped against him, his hands holding your love handles, then one leaving to slap your ass hard, making your skin slightly red. you tighted around him, your face going deep into the covers a scream coming for the depths of your throat. your stomach bubbled, hole clenching to try and not make too much of a mess- but it was choso and you were too full. it was not working.

as your hands gripped the covers harsher, nails digging into the seems creating a small tear, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and squirt came out of you like a dripping faucet. it felt like it would never end, a puddle now in the white sheets and a happy choso who still fucked your sloppy pussy until his dick finally went down.

[dotlusional]

why am i 20 years old. i used to be 19

[cinna-creme]

How do we feel about pervy Izuku who buys toys to use on you til you're overstimulated....

🍒

i’m back to going through all of my reqs and bbgs there’s a lot we’re gonna be fed for awhile 😼 keep em coming

if you won’t stay still he’ll genuinely tie you down to the bed(big fan of him using black whip!!!) and press that vibrator right against your clit and watch you squirm, he’ll even prop it up just right so he doesn’t even have to hold it and just sits back and watches you make a mess.

he’s heard of the rose, you’ve heard of the rose, it’s time for him to try it out on you. you’re thrashing against the restraints, pussy gushing all over the seats as the toy zeros in on your poor clit making you buck and cum over and over.

all this before he even thinks about circling a dildo at your fluttering cunt. he’ll absolutely keep a toy pressed to your clit as he pushes the head in, chuckling at the way you greedily suck him in. he doesn’t start off slow, no, he’s fucking the silicon into you like a punishment until you’re squirting all over his hands and there’s tears down your pretty face.

when you’ve he’s had enough he’ll toss the toys to the side and eat you out so slow and tenderly with the pretense that he’s cleaning you up and helping you cum down but the orgasm that slams through you makes you boneless and brainless.

now… bbgs this was followed up with using toys on him so let’s say thank you 🍒

it’s been a couple of nights since he wore you out and now it’s your turn, he’s tied down and twitching in anticipation to see what you do.

you start with one of your vibrators circling his tip, watching as his head is tossed back and the restrains groaning against the headboard. you keep it pressed right to his sensitive underside until he’s gasping and jerking up into the air before he cums all over his stomach.

next comes the pocket pussy that has drool pooling at the corner of his mouth by the time he’s filled it twice, babbling up at you and pleading as his cock is still painfully hard. and to return the favor of helping him come down, you toss the pocket pussy to the side and slide on a vibrating cockring before you sink down on him.

you’re both hiccuping and gasping with each bounce, the vibrations sending you both over the edge quickly and leaving izuku with little stars in his vision.

so yeah izu loves toys !!

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: true form!sukuna coming home to his favorite concubine greeting him a tad too excitedly. fluff.

“oi brat, i told ya to be careful,” sukuna grumbles and flicks your forehead, as if you aren’t in enough pain already.

you had been so excited to greet him at the gates after you heard that he’s back from a mission. you had ran outside, only to trip over a rock right before you could get to him.

you huff and puff, rubbing your bruised palms. “i was just excited to see you. is that such a sin, my lord?”

you hear sukuna mumble something inaudible, probably about your back talk, but he doesn’t comment any further on it. you’re suffering as is.

though, he is just slightly confused. why would you be excited to see him? others fear his return, knowing they’d need to walk on eggshells around him again. not you, however. never you.

“whatever. now get up,” sukuna grabs the back of your kimono with one big hand, yanking your body up. you’re being held like a bag of groceries, your legs kicking in protest.

“ugh nooo, i want a hug, please!” you scoff and whine, knowing the king of curses will most likely humor your request.

he always does, even if he seems annoyed by it. you feel your body being hoisted up and you know what that means.

sukuna cradles you in his arms with a roll of his eyes. the moment you hug him like a koala—your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist—he bites down on your ear.

“y’re impossible, woman,” he scoffs.

sukuna allows you to cling onto him as he walks into the main building, his face expressionless as per usual. though the fact that he allows you to hug him before everyone who walks past to see says enough.

“and you love it, ryo.”

[kkunai]

[𝜗℘] :: older bf!toji is a sucker for you, especially when you wake up the morning after :: cw. smut, pwp.

toji’s eyes aren’t even open yet, his mind barely conscious, but his body can easily sense yours on top of him.

you’re half-asleep yourself and yet your hips are moving on their own—grinding against his pelvis with slowed movements. his half-hard dick is still buried inside your warm cunt, having cockwarmed him to sleep.

“. . . mmh, shit,” toji groans in that sexy morning voice of his. he doesn’t bother opening his eyes, his hands instinctively coming to rest on the curves of your ass to guide your shallow thrusts.

his eyelashes flutter, his biceps flexing as he squeezes your plump cheeks lazily. “nasty little girl. can’t even wait ‘til i wake up properly,” the older man delivers a soft smack to your ass before soothing the sting with a rub.

he opens his eyes barely halfway, yet enough to look down at you snuggled against his bare chest. he huffs—almost condescendingly but with a subtle hint of affection.

you’re seemingly more unconscious than conscious, still lost in deep slumber. despite that, your hips don’t stop their hypnotic up and down rhythm.

“so addicted to my dick got ‘er ridin’ me in her sleep,” toji mumbles to himself before closing his eyes once more. his hands never stop massaging your hips and rear, silently encouraging you to continue.

there’s nothing better than getting his dick wet by his gorgeous young girlfriend first thing in the morning.

certainly a great way to start the day.