SOLANA .ᐟ

[bunnimuse]

solana ☼ twenties ☼ blk princess 🌷

multifandom blog: lads,jjk,aot and wtv else i feel like writing. i’m a slow writer. i mostly write smut/suggestive content n fluff. 18+ i always write with blk reader in mind. masterlist

[ruesdeluxe]

[bunnimuse]

I'm not Black (I'm Mexican-American, but it feels so disrespectful to read anything related to POC Reader-insert stuff because I don't understand what is considered POC 😭), but I just wanted to tell you that your blog is so pretty. ✌️🤧

thank you bby!!! ^^ and i don’t think it’s disrespectful at all to read content that centers another race!!

[loveridden1999]

[fairycosmos]

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

[luckieangel]

you sleeping on your tummy, one leg stretched out and one knee bent close to you. and your boyfriend arrives, cock hard and aching for you. he presses his bulge to your ass and rubs it against you, groaning as he does so. inhaling the scent of your shampoo. rubs your pussy through your panties before he pulls his cock out. he moves your cute undies to the side and fills you up with him :( and you begin to wake up and you’re so needy. so unbelievably needy for him

[gothbachira]

getting kissed so deeply and passionately while they pump their fingers in n out of you

[kittyyygirl004]

imo dick pics are okayyy… i’m not really moved by them..

but bulge pics when ur doing something casual or at work but you still want me to see how heavy ur packing for me is so slutty of you and i’m immediately pregnant looking at you thank you

[unhingedfem]

Women have a great day <3 men beg for forgiveness

[xxdiscarded]

18+ satoru can't stop himself from fucking you when you get stuck in the washing machine (dubcon)

how could he not?

he saw your ass up for display and hands suspended inside the tub so it was like a free for all.

sure, he was petrified when he heard your screams but so turned on when he saw what was going on. fuck, you are so perfect in that position that he just couldn't resist hiking up your skirt and taking you right then & there.

"'t-toru!" your voice echoes from inside the machine.

"whaaatt? i just need it right now," he giggles, excitedly lining up his cock with your entrance.

you frown. "not now! get me out of here!" you thrash, but quickly learn your lesson when you're nicked by the interior.

"just stop moving," he grabs hold of both sides of your hips.

"st— ngh... stop..." you quickly melt into the feeling, unable to contain the lewd sounds. "n-no..."

"shh, just enjoy it," he thrusts inside you carefully so that you're not pushed further inside but enough for you to get stimulation.

your cunt flutters around his length, squishy walls pulling him in deeper.

"no— please," you fight.

you hate how your body reacts so accordingly, so perfectly in rhythm with his. the action is involuntary but you can't help it.

your eyes shut to allow yourself to focus. he's so careful with you, length moving inside you with a gentleness that you hate. as badly as you want him to jackhammer you, it's probably not the best idea.

he abuses your g-spot, loud squelching noises come from the laundry room from your wetness that makes it so easy for him.

you feel he's close, and so are you. you try to flee away from him breeding you, however, you can't.

you want to move, but he stops you, soft-locking you between him and the stupid, white machine that's kept you trapped for the past few minutes. thick spurts of his seed enter your womb, and you can't escape from it.

when he finally pulls you out, you're panting and sweating, eyes glassy from the quickie. but you still manage to get the energy to smack him. hard. on the face.

"ow! what was that for?!" he yelps.

"fuck you," you glare at him.

[bunnimuse]

just quit my job!!! i’m finally free!!!

time to frolic in the fields 😋

[sazustarz]

hiiii i love ur writing <3

i NEED kirishima and reader fooling around on the couch that leads to mating presses on the couch, (ugh imagine his big hands holding the tops of ur thighs while he’s pounding you into the couch) ur both super into it, right on the brink of cumming so the dirty talking is getting nasty and sweet and bakugo comes through the front door with kaminari and sero looking for kiri since he’s late to the gym <33333

ps i know kiri has nasty dirty talk bc he’s a freak & a sweetheart <3

tags: f! reader, eijiro kirishima, mating press, clit smacking, fingering, bakusquad, 18+ mdni

and you’re so right about kirishima being absolutely nasty with his mouth as he man-handles youu. you’d both be having a weekly sleepover, same as always. same couch, same blanket half-kicked to the floor, same excuse of let's watch something that neither of you ever actually watches.

you've been doing this since freshman year, and somewhere between then and now, you both turned into adults with the kind of tension that lives in every accidental brush of hands, every excuse to sit a little closer than necessary. pretending. you're both very good at pretending.

"k-kirishima! s-stop!!" you laughed out hysterically, body twisting sideways into the cushions as his fingers dug into your waist. tears prickling the corners of your eyes from cackling so hard, legs kicking uselessly—like that was going to do anything against someone built like a wall.

"stop what?" he said. completely straight-faced, because he's actually evil, and you hate him a little.

you got one hand free and pushed at his chest. his stupidly wide, warm chest, pecs solid and unyielding under your palm—and that's when the laughing slowed down.

his hands went still. you both noticed at the same time. his eyes dropped to where your hand sat flat against him, then dragged slowly back up to your face, and something shifted in the low, warm lamplight of his living room.

the grin didn’t disappear exactly. it just became softer. a small, knowing tug at the corner of his mouth, like he’d clocked something he’d been waiting for.

“you good?” he asked, almost a whisper. low. careful.

your hand didn’t move.

and that was enough apparently—because the nex thing you knew his palm was curving around the side of your jaw, tilting your chin up, and he kissed you slow. the kind of slow that made your thoughts scatter like they’d been knocked off a table.

every careful, unspoken thing you’d build around the not-saying-it started crumbling the second his mouth moved against yours like he meant it, like he’d thought about it, like he had planned it.

it got away from you after that.

he kissed you until you were softly flushed, pulling at the hem of his shirt with both fists. then he dragged his mouth down your throat, found your pulse, and bit—soft enough to make you arch up into him, sharp enough to pull a gasp out of you that you didn’t entirely mean to make.

“pretty,” he murmured against your skin, and you felt it in your stomach, your thighs, everywhere.

he got your shorts pushed down your legs and paused to check in with a quiet yeah? pressed against your cheek—you were already embarrassingly wet. you nodded so fast it was almost undignified. he laughed, warm and low, and pressed his forehead to yours, as if he needed a second.

“been thinking about this for a while,” he admitted, voice raspy and honest in a way that made your chest do something complicated.

“yeah?” you breathed, shaky.

“yeah.”

two fingers slide in without much warning—meanly curling up against that sweet spot inside you while his thumb circles around your clit.  working you open deliberately and slowly while you try to keep it together. you didn’t. he looked so pleased about it—watching every flutter of your lashes like he was cataloguing it, filing it away.

by the time you were dripping around his fingers, slick leaking down to the cushion beneath you, your hips were chasing his hand all needy. he pulled out abruptly just to watch you whine.  “kiri—”

“i know,” he said simply. “i got you.”

he pushed his sweats down and got you repositioned—back flat against the cushions, your thighs pressed up toward your chest, your body lightly shaking. not scared. just overwhelmed with it, the weight of him hovering over you.

he pushed his sweats down and got you repositioned—back flat against the cushions, thighs pressed up toward your chest. his bulky frame blocked the lamp behind him so you were mostly looking up at the dark shape of him, his jaw, his shoulders, that subtle glint in his eyes catching the light.

“breathe,” he said softly.

he pushed in slow. every single inch dragging, the stretch going deeper until he finally bottomed out, and the sound that left you was so lewd, he felt himself tingle. his hands slid up to grip the tops of your thighs—god, his hands, so big they nearly spanned the entire width of your thighs, and pressed them back further—folding you open, locking you exactly where he wanted you.

you moaned, your voice much louder than you wanted. knees nearly at your shoulders. nowhere to go. completely at his mercy. “f-fuck—”

“there she is,” he breathed, looking down at you pinned beneath him like you were the best thing he’d ever seen.

he rolled his hips. once. slow, grinding drag outward that emptied your head completely. you felt that shift inside you, felt the thick drag of his cock against your walls, and your pussy clenched greedily around him.

“oh,” he said softly, like that answered something. “like that, huh.”

“there you go,” he murmured, starting to move. deep, rolling thrusts. perfect full thrusts, each one pushing the air out of you on the way in. you felt every vein, every inch, your slick making it obscenely loud in the quiet apartment. “taking me s’ well, aren’t yeah?”

not a question. “k-kiri~”

“mhm.” the smugness in it should’ve annoyed you. it didn’t, because he rolled his hips at a different angle, and your vision went white for a moment. he kept the same patient pace, watching your face go soft and desperate. “getting all needy already? i’ve barely done anything.”

“shut up—”

“make me,” he said pleasantly, smacking the flat of his palm directly on your clit.

you moaned out, hips jolting up into it even as you yelped, thighs trying to close around his hand and finding nowhere to go because he literally had you folded, completely pinned, thighs locked by his forearms. “s-shit... k-kiri—”

“too much?” he asked, already knowing the answer from the way you were dripping, slick smeared across his forearms.

“n-no—” you spat, glaring up at him.

“didn’t think so.” and then his thumb was there, pressing firm circles onto your swollen clit, slow and controlled, while he kept moving, kept that deep rolling grind that was making your toes curl. “you’re soaking. making a mess of my couch, pretty girl.”

your face went hot. "i hate you—"

"no you don't." his thumb pressed harder, making you gasp. "say it again... and i'll stop."

you whined at his words, tears brimming in your eyes as you continued to moan his name.

hips snapping deeper, the wet sounds between you getting worse—completely shameless, the couch creaking under you both. his free hand was gripping your thigh so hard you'd probably bruise, keeping you right there, open and helpless and taking everything he gave.

"you're so fucking tight—" rough, losing the composed thing entirely. "shit— been wanting this— been wanting inside you for so long—"

"oh my g-god~" you sob, eyes rolled back as he bullied your pussy with his thick cock.

"s' all f' me, yeah?" thumb working faster, hips snapping forward to match it. "this pretty pussy's all f' me. say it."

"yes— fuck— yes, it's yours—"

"good girl," he goraned. It was like a reward. like you'd earned it.

and then he smacked your clit again—once, then twice, quick sharp taps that had you wailing, hips bucking desperately into nothing, walls fluttering around his cock so hard he moaned through his teeth.

his thumb came back immediately after, rubbing fast, relentless circles right where you needed it while he buried himself deep, hips rolling in short, brutal strokes that hit your sweet spot over and over.

"close—" it came out broken. "s-so close don't stop~"

"i know." breathing ragged against your cheek, voice gone rough. "m' gonna fill you up— cum f' me, pretty. please—"

"please~ please don't stop—"

"never fucking stopping—" he growled, his thrusts becoming rougher, his cock completely engulfed by your dripping pussy.

the front door swung open.

"YO SHITTY HAIR, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? WE'VE BEEN WAITING AT THE GYM FOR—" bakugou's voice echoed through the apartment.

sero and kaminari were piled behind him. both making small talk—kaminari mid-sentence about a playlist, and sero already toeing off his shoes—none of them looking up until bakugou did.

dead silence.

kaminari made a sound like he'd inhaled his own soul.

kirishima stopped moving—hips stuttering a beat too late. you shoved your face directly into his chest while he grabbed the blanket off the floor and threw it over you in one motion. he cleared his throat. "...hey, guys."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL—"

"we'll reschedule," kiri said. very calm. clearly out of breath yet stay composed. "the gym. we can reschedule."

a long, terrible silence.

"bro," kaminari whispered. respectfully.

sero had fully rotated to face the wall. shoulders shaking. laughing—that traitor.

bakugou looked like he was personally auditing every life decision that had led him to this couch, this moment, this apartment. he pointed at kiri. retracted it. pointed again.

"three seconds—"

"katsuki." patient. gentle. still buried inside you, thumb still resting against your clit. this was genuinely insane. "door."

it closed.

muffled from the hallway: "i saw nothing" (kaminari, way too loud), "oh my god" (sero, still obnoxiously laughing), and bakugou furious and somewhat personally offended—

"i'm going to actually kill him."

you slowly lifted your face from kiri's chest.

looked at each other.

he had the absolute nerve to grin. big, bright, completely unbothered, like he hadn't just let his three best friends walk in on him folding you in half on his own couch.

"...so," he said, thumb resuming its slow circles like nothing happened. "where were we?"

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[angelbabymikaa]

i’ve been diagnosed with needy and annoying disease. i will be put down now.

[saetiate]

pussy inspections are just so sexy. “spread your legs wide” as a command, pulling your thighs even further apart, the gentlest of touches as they watch your cunt start to tense and drip, the slow ache as the inspection gets more thorough

[bunnimuse]

i just read izuku a fanfic i’m 90% sure was written with ai assistance… i’m so disappointed rn.

[bunnimuse]

finally out of my depressive episode 😋

yk what that means—time to write some SMUT

[naviiinanaa]

kirishima eats it like a real man. once his mouth latches onto your clit, it’s hard to get him off. the way he licks your bud, swiping his tongue back and forth, makes you cry out for him as you grip onto his scarlet locks. “feels good, don’t it? you taste— nngh — delicious,” his groans send vibrations throughout your body, sending arousal straight to your core. your juices spilling from your sopping, wet cunt, drip down him chin, smeared all around his mouth. slurping sounds and loud whimpers fill the room as you feel his fingernails dig deeper into the fat of your thighs. after he makes you cum for the 3rd time, you try to pry his lips off of your swollen vagina, but he won’t budge. “c’monnn! just one more time baby!” 

kirishima(who was already rock hard from eating you out) makes it his duty to bring you nothing but pleasure, especially in bed. his eyes never leave your face. they analyze every tiny change in your expression, watching your eyes flutter close as he slowly enters you. inch by inch he makes sure you can feel all of him at once. he dips down to drink your moans that spilled from your lips, giving you passionate kisses. everything he did, he did it with intention. 

kirishima gets overwhelmed when he fucks you in missionary. he doesn’t know where to look, there’s too many options. the way your tits jerked with every thrust, your fluids spewing out of your wet cunt, or the face he fell in love with. he couldn’t focus on every aspect at once, groaning out in frustration. he wishes there was enough time in the world to worship and praise every part of your body. for now, stuffing you deep with his cock will suffice. “i love the faces you make when i fuck you, y/n,” 

kirishima isn’t afraid to use his vocal cords. whether he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, fanning his hot breath down your neck, moaning out loud as your pussy walls start to close in on his dick, or if he’s chanting your name like a sweet song. he wants you to know how good you make him feel. “shittt, you’re squeezing me so tight, babe. h-ughh, i can’t—“ sometimes he gets a little too loud. during those times, he hooks his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucks at your supple skin, leaving countless love marks for you to deal with in the morning. he likes to lightly nip at your flesh with his teeth, planting soft kisses on the area once he’s satisfied. 

kirishima 2nd favorite position is doggy style. the way your butt jiggles and presses up against his abdomen makes him see stars. he’s constantly landing slaps to your cheeks, making then a faint red. one hand is always rested on your waist while the other is on the small of your back, making sure you keep the arch that he loves looking. “arch for me, i know you can go further than that.” his muscles tighten when you fuck him back, throwing your ass back on his dick. it makes him smile, genuinely, feeling a sense of pride seeing you assert dominance. “throw that ass back on me, baby, just like that, fuckkkk,” 

a/n : this is for evb who requested kirishima!! i hope u guys like it😘😍🥰