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fuckin’ hover like a goddess!
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what PETER PARKER sends back when you send him a risqué photo and a flirty text that tests his patience. . . you know he’s busy right now, he just told you what he’s working on, how he’s got a deadline, and he just can’t come over. you decide to be generous, take a pic of your cleavage in a really cute set with a, “aw really ??:( 💞 but i miss u sooo bad”
it takes him less than a second to respond with this picture. you can see it in the flex of his forearm, the hair standing on end - no doubt tossed carelessly n pulled on, that expression on his face. it’d be indiscernible to anyone but you, you can read him like a book. he’s not just interested, he’s frustrated. no one else knows how badly peter hates having temptation dangle over his head, n you’re bobbing it like a carrot on a stick. he doesn’t say anything for a bit, but then you hear your phone ding.
“a quick one okay? will you promise to be good”
you can’t type your consent fast enough, and you hear the familiar thwip outside your window, followed closely by the clambering of his crawl inside, and the hasty unbuckling of his belt. looks like he rushed over in civvies. he flashes a grins at you, “remember we gotta be fast.“ he flicks his shirt up n over his head, the web shooter on his wrist aims at your hip, “c’mere,” her jerks you over by the leash of his web and right into him.
love island bkg and just making out with him during the day on the day bed. bakugou on the outside is soooo anti pda. he’d never make out with anybody just in the open. but all his ideals disappear when he’s beside you half naked in the sticky heat and you’ve already spoke about everything there is in the world to speak about so his lips are just dragged to sit upon yours. everyone else is dotted around, walking past, on the other side, cooking in the kitchen.
it honestly looks like you’re about to fuck with how intense the kiss gets. bakugou’s a second into flipping you under him to start grinding into you and from the angle all your friends are standing at, they can see your tongue entering his mouth. it looks like you’re about to eat each other.
“wow, that’s hot.”
“do they realise we can see them?”
“i don’t think they care.”
his hand is holding your head in place, the cameras are zooming in like they’re about to film a porno instead of evening reality tv. you’ve even locked a leg around his waist and both your arms at his neck.
if they put this clip in the edit, they’re going to need subtitles for the viewers because of how low you’re talking.
“i want you so bad,” it sounds like you’re about to cry.
he growls into your mouth, your lips brushing against his. “imagine my fingers inside of you, stretchin’ out your lil pussy for my cock.”
“oh my god,” you blurt, you can feel your heartbeat throughout your body as if you’re one sensitive nerve. of fucking course this man can dirty talk. you haven’t been on the edge like this in your life. “no, get off me. i need to go into the pool or something. a cold shower.”
one light press of your palm in the centre of his chest and he falls onto his back. he flings his forearm over his eyes and grunts, “fuck. sorry, i got carried away.”
“i started it,” you breathe, both of you laying beside each other with heaving chests.
“i continued it.”
“i said i wanted to fuck you—,”
“guys, the hideaway is always through there. you don’t have to fuck in front of us!”
i do think that when bakugou has managed to overcome the concept of like, liking you and outwardly expressing that affection in public, that he becomes a big “hand in your back pocket” guy. like that’s his biggest form of outwardly presenting affection to you rather than like, giving you a kiss on the cheek or anything. just like. protective. slightly but barely sexual. it just fits.
nothings funny to barou when you’re having a bad day. his teammates try joking around with him at practice and he says the world would be better off without them in it
telling sukuna you missed him and he scoffs. says you’re helpless like a child. and then carries you around the rest of the day
asking barou if i can use his card for something just to see his brows furrow in confusion and a little bit of hurt….baby you can use his card for anything ever….always….
cw: 18+ mdni, possessiveness/jealousy, smut
Possessive!Gaz who either, one: ends up dating such a soft and sweet girl or the independent girl who he helps learn to be soft on the inside.
He’s the type of man who will blow up your phone if your location is off till you pick up, and when you decide to pick up he’s still very calm and collected, “My love?”
“Talk to me.”
And you can hear the turn signal on, bad sliding at the car he’s in moves, “I just noticed you turned off your location… are you okay? You at home?”
You bite, “‘M perfect actually, exactly where I’m supposed to be. just minding my business… are you?”
Your boyfriend lets out a laugh you just can hear doesn’t reach his eyes, “You are a funny girl sweetheart, my business is your business though. ‘Nd that includes your location, please joke with someone else, yeah?”
“Sheesh Garrick, you’re no fun.”
“Not about this, ‘m not. Let’s chat when I get home, hm?”
Possessive!Gaz doesn’t like miscommunication, it’s no running off or avoiding conversation for long. He’s always sat next to you, with your hands in his, doesn’t even like the idea of going to bed angry.
How devious can possessive!Gaz be, can be the perfect man in the room, all smiles and jokes, long as he can keep a hand on you, a mere touch, his eyes on you, behind him, beside him, in front of him (preferably). Doesn’t mind faking a smile or two, maybe three, and then drilling his cock into you from the back.
One hand on the curve of your arched back, the other gripping your curls, as you sob his name again, making you fuck yourself again this veiny cock that wast stretching you out. Every slow clap! of your ass smacking against his pelvis while you ease yourself down his length over and over, jaw slack every time you feel his cockhead smooch you’re sticky sweet spot.
“Come on baby,” he lets out a low grunt, curved length pounding i into you that has you mewling so loud your neighbors can hear, taking his time making sure you feel every inch. Hearing every squelch, “Show me how much I belong to you, grippin me so tight.”
Your nails claw at the back of his thighs, bouncing down on his cock hard you feel a snap pull in your stomach, your pussy spasming around his girth.
You head lulls to the side, pushing at his thighs to let up but the man only grinds deep inside you, gloves of your ass pancakes against him, you practically squeal his name “Kyleee.”
“Not gonna be enough with just that lovie, gotta make mess on it.”
He fucks into you rough, arm snacked around your waist now, plucking your hair a little harder, louder moans irrupting from your mouth. His balls smacking against your slippery cunt with every thrust, Kyle lets out a raspy drawl, “Hah- had me- fuck mm- me ‘f all people smilin as they talked to you. Tried t’ get close to you like they- thaaaats it sweet girl- they know you like I do. Was on my best behavior for you wasn’t I?”
Kyle fics your ass a harsh smack that makes you jolt, “[+]?”
“Yes!” You yelp out, almost toppling over till he drags his cock out, till his weeping tip it in, “Need my reward darlin, tell me [+].”
“‘S mine,” you bite your lip to hold in another aggressive moan, hips swiveling down, his hard on massaging your walls just right, “Fuck it’s all mine Kyle, mine!”
You can feel his smirk against your ear, rutting his cock back into you fast, you’re creaming around him, he fucks you through it, till his cock is nuzzled deep inside you, spurts of his cum filling your tummy, “That’s my greedy girl, my gooood girl.”
bkg being so vulgar in public but in private referring to having sex with you as making love. they don’t make loverboys like that every day
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barou lowkey would rather kill himself than care about a mans problems
he just like me.
need sae and aiku to take turns. tag in and out like a wwe match
the way this won't work because they're all so incredibly possessive...
tell me y I'm sitting at my desk wondering how the Itoshis like their eggs
sister the way my mind blinked just reading itoshi... sae has me pavloved...
MINE! ⁂ [ kawata nahoya ]
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﹡synopsis: getting your nails done a certain way makes your boyfriend even more of a menace.
﹡wc: 1.9k words.
﹡includes: mirror sex. mentions of possessiveness. fingering. edging. orgasm denial. clit stimulation. one (1) clit slap. also one (1) thigh slap. dacryphilia. overstimulation. squirting. use of petnames (princess, baby). praises (atta girl). the kawata twin with the lil grin on his face. watch out for him.
﹡xtra! repost from my old blog. i think about it more than i should.
Nahoya feels…betrayed. Somebody should have told him about this. You should have told him about this.
Writing on nails: why was he just finding out this was a thing? Aren’t you supposed to be the nail art expert? You’d gotten all sorts of cool shit before. Rhinestones, animal prints, galaxies, symbols (he remembered that currency theme you loved so much) but text? Never. If he hadn’t suggested you get his initials inscribed across your fingers during your next appointment, he would have never known it was even a possibility.
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barou believes women should be taken care of and waited on hand and foot and that men should start out in a terrarium and earn their way out of it