⊹₊ 𐔌 🏎️ THIS IS FORMULA 1 DRIVE TO SURVIVE ! ★ 🏁 aali ⋆ she her ⋆ twenty five ! mdni - nsfw + dark content is featured. writing blog for @tteokdorokimain ! now that's podium, baby ! my alter ego's smiling. watch me - watch me !? my heart shouts. like an x-game, you’ll start to drive me crazy. now i’ve got adrenaline running through my veins. p1 in katsuki's heart ! ♡ i do not take requests.
U WROTE MY TIGHT BOXERS YUJI OUT OMG OMG im so glad its not just me that thinks the idea is so hot 🥹 your writing stuff me in ways I wish yuji would, ty for the meal 💝
and this is like unrelated but fat yuji cock got me thinking abt fat yuji titties, fat tits on that man just does sumn… idk i just gotta suck him all the way from his nipples to his nuts
HEHE THANK U FOR SENDING IT IN!! it was so so sexy i couldn’t help but write something for it … big dick yuuji in his skimpy slutty boxers someone save us …
agree. big chested yuuji with really big nipples that he lets you suck on during naps to soothe your oral fixation. they’re so soft, plush like a pillow and i think he whines so pretty when you play with them cause he’s not used to the attention being on him there. you have to cover his chest in love bites, dark marks across sun kissed skin so that when he takes off his shirt in front of friends everyone knows that yuuji is spoken for !!! even if you’re still just roommates and haven’t decided what you are, you have to stake your claim on him.
matter of fact i think yuuji just loves when you bite him, leave rings of teeth marks down his chest and abdomen… purpling bruises on his pelvic bone before you manage to reach his cock. nice and plump there too… big round balls that are kinda juicy … if you jerk him off (two hands fisting him because his dick is tooo fat for just one) you take his balls into your wet mouth one at a time and roll them around with your tongue — precum spilling down your knuckles, his balls twitching with a hot load and your name raw on yuuji’s lips mhm
YUUJI WITH A POLAROID CAMERA!!!!! he takes such great care with his photos...... food and his lovers....... lets you have them in your journal...... you write such beautiful things about each and every photo and yuuji is constantly amazed by your wordsmithing.....
every time you have to pack up camp the photos are the first thing he reaches for (aside from you and megumi) … keeps a few tucked in the inside pocket of his vest so that you’re both close to his heart always …
at night by the fire yuuji asks you to read whatever passage you’d been working on that day— he knows your cadence helps megumi sleep and it makes him feel safe. he traces your hand writing as though it’s the only way he can physically feel your voice..
i think megumi asks you to write down recipes of foods you make with your finds in your journal … not because they’re special or akin to the type of foods you used to eat but because he likes to watch your face when you take pen to paper. your expression peaceful, devoid of the exhaustion from when you’re on the run. relaxed as if it were any other day ..
i believe in strict dom xavier propaganda he runs a tight ass ship. also in the sense that he lets you get away with absolutely everything but is secretly keeping a tally of every time you break a rule, brat him and misbehave. i think he has very little patience but a lot of restraint and so will wait for the perfect moment to pounce n fuck you back into being his sweet little thing. he will literally pinch your clit and deny your orgasms for as many times as you’ve acted up that week ☹️
my darling !!! with itareaderfushi n the apocalypse!!! how do you think them teaching you how to hunt goes :3
hiii angelbaby!!! in my apocalypse au (the sukuna one that this also takes place in) animals are few and far between... i think they prioritize teaching reader how to forage for mushrooms and berries. they have this little book from the library that they pour over, careful every step of the way. they never let reader eat first..... eventually they all learn how to farm together, and i think they get side tracked sometimes while picking zucchini by how beautiful you look in the early morning light, inspecting a squash.....
thinking very heavily about your daughterwife shouto ask you got…steve is so fatherhusband, he deserves his own daughterwife after everything he’s been through
crazy thing to send to me … absolutely crazy … ☹️ he absolutely deserves a daughter wife to dote on fatherhusband steve and he calls you little miss or missy or doll … expects a kiss on the cheek when he heads out for work and one when he gets back. you always have to recount your day to him. he’ll get upset if you don’t because it’s part of your routine — dinner together at the table every night … he cuts up your steaks for you n makes you sit at his right so he can feed you forkfuls
oh yeah i think steve has really specific timings for his daughterwife? he’ll walk you up seven thirty sharp with is tongue on your clit and the birds chirping outside — your little socked feet on his broad back and his big arms hooked around your waist to anchor you onto his mouth. you get up n shower after that and he’ll have you sit on the countertop to brush your teeth proper. make breakfast with you after toooo!! same for bed time, steve sets out your nightwear down to your underwear pretty panties that he’ll probably finger you to sleep through sick sick
definitely likes it when you call him dad in front of the other avengers, or daddy. you’ll show up to the tower or greet him during the break in debrief meetings with a little basket of baked goods. “hi daddy.” “there you are little missy.” makes him so proud you’re his golden girl and he tells everyoneeeee that
implements a curfew gotta be home by eight thirty pm sharp … eleven if you’re on a night out with friends. you text him what you drink and who got it for you — he’ll send you money if you need it and a taxi when he thinks it’s time for you to come home. stands at the door or sits on the porch in his stupid button down rolled up to the elbows, arms crossed over his broad chest and comes down the steps to help you back into the house …
following on from that i also think he punishes you like a dad. wedding ring on his finger … if you skip a meal or you’re late to dinner without telling him … steve bends you over his knee and gives you a spank two “hurts me more than it hurts you, doll.’” WOOOOOOWWW
You are so right. Riding Isagi’s thighs 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
He’d be so into it too
exactly exactly :( just imagining him so sweaty from his last game. his hair curled wetly against his forehead and the fabric of his football kit sticks to his skin. isagi’s fresh off the pitch, barely back to his hotel room before you’re on him, nose tucked into his neck to litter it with love bites and breath in his scent. he’ll be too tired to do anything much — muscles carrying the ache of ninety minutes worth of sprinting, but he still welcomes you into his lap as though he were a throne made of flesh and bones for you. for his princess.
his smirk is dazed, glazing his sweaty face in a syrupy smug expression as the heat of your core presses into the thick muscle. it flexes underneath you, muscle pulled tight against bone which rubs your clit in just the right ways. isagi lets you work and use him as though he’s a toy for your heaven-sent pleasure.
“my girl, look at how you move on me,” his voice sinks to baritone notes, sending a primal shiver up your spine because he’s looking at you like one would their final meal. ocean blue sparkling with something predatory — as though isagi is a blood thirsty creature from the deep. “so fuckin’ pretty when you take what you want. fuck.”
trails of silvering slick drag along the length of his bulging thighs, giving away your little secret, how fucked up watching him play really gets you. yoichi barely flinches when the round edge of your nails breaks skin through his football shirt — crescent moons amongst gold.
“oooh, fuck! fuck yoichi,” you exclaim, maintaining a cute breathlessness that drives him up the wall.
it’s a tune that runs wild through his mind, steers his desires into greedier destinations. a sound that he’s become all too familiar with, searching for it over the phone in different timezones every night. “you like when i talk you through it, huh? whisper filthy shit into your ear, grind my thigh into that cunt.” isagi goads, lips slanting into a lopsided grin pressed into your neck because he leans up to get a taste of you — dragging his tongue over your pulse points and biting down hard in tune with his thigh. which now bounces beneath you.
you’re too hazed and far gone to form proper words, gargling some kind of agreement over the skin slapping between your thighs crudely — juices splattering so high up yoichi’s thigh that it soaks into his silky shorts. carnally, you grind away against him — starry eyed and damp from perspiration, actions fuelled by your possessive hunger for japan’s best striker.
he loves it. you love it. arousal leading you to a trail blaze of victory.
“that’s my girl, don’t stop until you get what you want.” the diamond soccer star moans, lowly, evilly, free hand finding the back of your neck to keep your forehead pressed to his. your mouths fall open in unison, sex crazed hormones fluttering in the breaths exchanged between you both — your hips move across yoichi’s thigh with even more fever, beating clit catching on the edge of his shorts deliciously.
then the whole world stills. you jolt above him three times as your orgasm takes over — cumming for yoichi like you were made to. sharing shaky laughter whilst you leave a sticky stain against his massive thigh.
hear me out, big meaty strong kirishima is a really sweetheart & everyone loves him, he radiates positivity and kindness but he’s real nervous about his big cock and always does lots and lots of foreplay so he can get it in, but unfortunately it never fully fits so he never gets those deep strokes that make him crazy, until he meets reader of course who has just the right anatomy to take those deep strokes pls bring this vision to life
✩꒱ too big to handle ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. size kink, size queen, big boy eijirou, reader mentioned to be smaller than kirishima, established relationship. -> eijirou’s afraid his size might hurt you but you’re all about proving him wrong.
i dunno abt like right anatomy it defo all sits with the foreplay and build up but !!! eijirou and his size queennnnn !!
eijirou meets you by chance at a bar and knows then, that you’re different. unlike any girl he’s ever met — not afraid of his strength or his size. you’re all over it. you date for a while, months, before he tries anything with you.
he’s scared that you’ll be put off by how well endowed he is, so whenever things between you get intimate and he starts to get hard — he kinda darts off with a flimsy excuse fluttering on his lips or leaves abruptly to go jerk off at home. in the shower :( though the man never leaves you hanging he’ll finger you to oblivion n back to make it up to you but even then… he’s aware of how thick and deft his fingers are. worries about stretching you out on them too.
pretty quickly — you get tired of the red head avoiding going all the way with you though. you’ve seen the outline of that monster cock and you know, with enough determination that you can take it. it’s more about getting eijirou there. so while you’re canoodling one night, his hand down your little pink panties he loves so much just lazily rubbin’ you, biting on your lower lip — you let him make you cum, soak through your clothes before you attack.
pin him to the bed even though he is so massive and he knows he could break free in a heartbeat. then you snap his boxers down n use l a single hand (much smaller than his) to guide his girth towards your sluice and dripping entrance now that you’re straddling him.
“w-wait, slow down —!” he’d gasp, choke on a moan because you’re already to warm and wet against him and he can smell your slick in the air whilst you circle your cunt down on the burningly thick circumference of his tip. “baby — oh god — baby, you might … hurt yourself.”
“don’t care,” you huff and you pout and he swears the world starts spinning because you’re suctioning around him and your walls ripple every time that you thrust down. “need to know what it’s like, havin’ you inside.”
he swallows, throat bobbing, eyes on your face because if he looks between your legs — where your bodies meet and your pussy stretches to make room for him — he really might die.
“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so perfect. so, so perfect.”
your hand glides up his chest, pecs that heave beneath the ghost of your touch, pecs that still once you cup the base of kirishima’s throat. he grasps your wrist — desperately hoping it’ll ground him somehow because your cunt makes his thread of sanity run loose.
he can’t believe his luck, that someone like you has made her way through the stars to be with him. eijirou’s face flushes with the same intense kind of heat you get from being under the sun for too long, he bucks and he flinches — afraid that it’ll hurt when a little more of him slips past your quivering hole and practically kisses your cervix with his leaky tip.
but you don’t cry, you don’t back down. instead — your head tilts as though you’re memorised by the way he looks. ruined and wrecked. your lips spread into smile eijirou is sure only angels are capable of and you thrust your own hips to match is tentative rhythm, swallowing more of him. easily.
“i’ll take all of you, i know i can do it, promise,” you lick your lips as you swear. “and the next time you cum, it won’t be in your hand or the shower or some tissue. it’ll be inside me.”
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“wow, you look beautiful,” eijiro says, standing from his seat as you’re led over my the hostess to the table. private, in the back.
he hits the table a bit, sending the glassware shaking, and comes over to quickly pull out your seat for you.
“thank you,” you say, accepting the help.
“there’s a purse hook under the table, miss,” the hostess says kindly.
“thank you,” you say to her, finding it and hooking your purse on it. prada. a gift. not from eijiro.
eijiro sits down across from you. “it’s good to see you.”
you hum softly at that, bringing a hand up to play with your earring. schiaparelli. a gift.
“this is nice of you,” you decide upon. “i love this restaurant.”
“you’ve been here before?” eijiro asks.
“i have.” you pick up the drink menu, flipping to the wines. “it’s a nice place.”
eijiro nods a few times. you look so beautiful in the dim lighting. hair slicked back in a bun, big earrings, well-tailored dress.
“your earrings are nice,” eijiro says. “are they new?”
“yes,” you say. “i got a promotion at work and my friend got me these.”
“congrats on the promotion. work going well?”
“yes,” you say. “it’s, of course, the same old bullshit. but it’s enjoyable. i have a window now.”
“really? that’s great, that’s really great.”
“i saw you went up in the charts,” you note, closing the wine menu and setting it on the table.
“i’ve be hard at work!” eijiro says with a nervous grin. “i just did this mission with katsuki, which really helped.”
you hum, uninterested. you place an order for a glass of wine, then turn back to eijiro.
“what else have you been up to?” you ask.
“oh, you know, same old. i’m going to the gym a lot more, i have a lot of time for it now, now that you’re— now that we’re— now—”
“now that we’re divorced,” you finish for him. “it’s not a taboo topic.”
eijiro nods multiple times. “right, yeah, now that we’re that. um, what have you been up to?”
you regard eijiro. “just working. work and pilates.”
“you look great, by the way,” eijiro says quickly.
“thanks,” you say. with a sign, you shake your head. “i should go. this was a mistake.”
“what? no, wait,” eijiro says quickly, reaching out to you. his hand falls close to your silverware. “c’mon, we can, i’ve been—”
you stand, just as your wine glass is brought to you. you pick up your purse and pull out your phone, opening up the messages app.
“i can’t do this,” you say. “it was good seeing you, eiji.”
you walk out of the restaurant, eijiro hot on your heels. he grabs your arm, forcing you to turn around and look at him. once, his strength had been attractive. now, it has your heart in your throat for another reason.
“[first], baby, please,” eijiro pleads. “let’s just have dinner. just one meal. i’ve changed, i’ve really changed. i’m ready for us, i want—”
“my ride’s here,” you say, familiar with the headlights of your friend’s car. sleek, all black sports car.
“cancel the uber,” eijiro says. “c’mon, baby, please.”
it’s when the front door to the car opens and a bulky figure gets out that eijiro feels his ego shrink inside of him. the guy is younger, and he crosses his arms, making direct eye contact with eijiro. the kind of look that he used to give—
friend. yeah right, friend.
“it’s not going to work for us, eijiro,” you say, though there’s a little waver of your voice. “i think we both need to come to terms with that.”
then, you head over to the car, where the passenger door is already being held open for you. eijiro watches as you’re helped in, as the door is shut, as the man rounds around to the drivers side and climbs in. for a moment, the interior of the car is dimly lit through the tint, and he can see how you hold your head in your hands before the interior light shuts off.
your friend peels off the curb. eijiro heads back inside to settle the bill.
You are so right. Riding Isagi’s thighs 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
He’d be so into it too
exactly exactly :( just imagining him so sweaty from his last game. his hair curled wetly against his forehead and the fabric of his football kit sticks to his skin. isagi’s fresh off the pitch, barely back to his hotel room before you’re on him, nose tucked into his neck to litter it with love bites and breath in his scent. he’ll be too tired to do anything much — muscles carrying the ache of ninety minutes worth of sprinting, but he still welcomes you into his lap as though he were a throne made of flesh and bones for you. for his princess.
his smirk is dazed, glazing his sweaty face in a syrupy smug expression as the heat of your core presses into the thick muscle. it flexes underneath you, muscle pulled tight against bone which rubs your clit in just the right ways. isagi lets you work and use him as though he’s a toy for your heaven-sent pleasure.
“my girl, look at how you move on me,” his voice sinks to baritone notes, sending a primal shiver up your spine because he’s looking at you like one would their final meal. ocean blue sparkling with something predatory — as though isagi is a blood thirsty creature from the deep. “so fuckin’ pretty when you take what you want. fuck.”
trails of silvering slick drag along the length of his bulging thighs, giving away your little secret, how fucked up watching him play really gets you. yoichi barely flinches when the round edge of your nails breaks skin through his football shirt — crescent moons amongst gold.
“oooh, fuck! fuck yoichi,” you exclaim, maintaining a cute breathlessness that drives him up the wall.
it’s a tune that runs wild through his mind, steers his desires into greedier destinations. a sound that he’s become all too familiar with, searching for it over the phone in different timezones every night. “you like when i talk you through it, huh? whisper filthy shit into your ear, grind my thigh into that cunt.” isagi goads, lips slanting into a lopsided grin pressed into your neck because he leans up to get a taste of you — dragging his tongue over your pulse points and biting down hard in tune with his thigh. which now bounces beneath you.
you’re too hazed and far gone to form proper words, gargling some kind of agreement over the skin slapping between your thighs crudely — juices splattering so high up yoichi’s thigh that it soaks into his silky shorts. carnally, you grind away against him — starry eyed and damp from perspiration, actions fuelled by your possessive hunger for japan’s best striker.
he loves it. you love it. arousal leading you to a trail blaze of victory.
“that’s my girl, don’t stop until you get what you want.” the diamond soccer star moans, lowly, evilly, free hand finding the back of your neck to keep your forehead pressed to his. your mouths fall open in unison, sex crazed hormones fluttering in the breaths exchanged between you both — your hips move across yoichi’s thigh with even more fever, beating clit catching on the edge of his shorts deliciously.
then the whole world stills. you jolt above him three times as your orgasm takes over — cumming for yoichi like you were made to. sharing shaky laughter whilst you leave a sticky stain against his massive thigh.
