⊹₊ 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.
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.
have you read any good aang x reader fics lately and if so, any recs kween? 🥹🥹
Helloo!! I apologize for not answering this immediately. I had to take my time and look back at the Aang fics I have read 😭
Which is surprisingly not a lot, I was so sure I had read so many!!
But here is my list:
Taking Space by @tteokdoroki. The best smut writer imo, and if you're a yuji lover like me, then you'll really like this blog too!
Tomorrow's Promise by @luvqi. I read it recently, and it's SO SO good! We love a yearning Aang.
Eyes of the girl I won't forget by @bia-nana. SOOO good! I was shitting tears by the end of it :(
The Avatar's Girl by @ruya4four. Their blog is a FEAST for anyone who's a huge fan of both Avatars (ATLA and James Cameron). This Aang fic is definitely my favorite, it's so cute and sexyyy.
Anything by @singse. But go read THIS ONE, and THIS TOO, ANDDDDD THIS, . There are so so SO many, you'll be so satisfied!
Same with @gyalcapone. Their recent work, though not TECHNICALLY an ang fic, I think it counts, which is Night Moves. I am obsessed with this fantasy AHh. You'll find more on their blog!
These are all I have.
Please recommend any more Aang fics you know!
You can also use this opportunity to share your own Aang fics because I would love to read them! 🤍
katsuki with his fussy kitty hybrid who insists on giving him a thorough tongue bath every time he comes back from patrol because he smells too much like izuku or eijirou. typically, licking the side of his face makes him cringe but he’ll only pull you closer, scratch behind your ear and call you his good kitty.
sometimes he thinks you might drive him insane — you hiss at guests you aren’t to keen on ( which does make you an excellent judge of character ), you leave small creatures in soft blankets and linen for him to find because you do love katsuki even if you turn your nose u at him. you hide and prowl silently and somehow manage to tear off the bell collar he’d gotten you. you’ll put all your weight on his chest if you ever catch him lying down.
you’ve also got a crazy suckling issue ( something to do with weaning when you were young ) — so you’re always pawing at his sweat pants and sucking on his cock to help get to sleep or for comfort. more often than not, you’ll curl at the end of his bed each night… only for bakugou to wake up half hard with the crotch of his sleep pants completely soaked through with saliva. purring loud through the quiet night.
he doesn’t push you away, just has his fingers caress their way to the back of your head in order to hold you still. shuffles all the fabrics down to grasp at his cock and carefully guides his tip past the gentle drooly opening of your lips tiredly to help you along.
“atta girl, now watch your teeth.” he rasps, voice roped together by sleep.
you do as told, chest rumbling in content — easing back on the fangs that graze his shaft if you’re not mindful.
bakugou oftentimes pretends it’s a hassle to have a clingy cat like you, one who ruins the sofa and the walls and would rather scratch him that the perfectly respectable and expensive scratching post he had sought out just for you. though, when you look up at katsuki in the night, mouth full of precum and drool, pupils eclipsing the colour in your eye from how much they’ve dilated — katsuki doesn’t mind it so much.
still thinking deeply about pierced emo boy nagi….
n how he rubs his prince albert along your lips to spread his precum. stands tall above you while he tweaks his own nipple piercings — hissing pretty under the moonlight. he’s just so shiny and full of silver that contrasts against the pearlescent glow to his skin.
he doesn’t often fuck your throat, too much of a hassle, but he’ll usually push your head down and guide you into taking him as far as you can go. his gentle fingers massaging your scalp as he coaxes you into bobbing your head up and down on his cock — it’s pulsing thickness stretching out your cheeks and hollowed throat. nagi’s voice remains soft, yet its rhythm uneven, each time your nose presses into his pelvis whilst he eases down the column of your throat and you swallow around him.
“you’re my dream girl,” nagi murmurs. “get me so sensitive.” and he chokes on his words when your tongue swipes over the metal in his bright red tip.
seishiro always throws his head back at the sweet gargle you let out when his pierced tip hits your uvula — his thick, heavy precum flooding your mouth and already making it so hard to breathe.
The Izu bush headcanon got me😳😳😳... is this a safe space to admit that I now need to squirt on that bush..?
✩꒱ mess on mess — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. pubic hair, pussy jobs, squirting, praise kink, established relationships -> you’re bush4bush with izuku lol.
nods nods nods pussy jobs with izuku, him on his back and his rough scarred hands melting into your hips like molten glass — hot on your skin as he drags you back and forth over his cock, over his lap. everything is so sticky, there’s a nasty sloshing sound each time you buck forward and drag your cunt over his thickness just to feel his tip kiss your swollen clit. that’s how wet you are and how messy he is for you, both of you unravelling and leaking against one another.
izuku squeezes flesh with deft fingers as if to ground himself, all too close to floating away into the veil of night that hides your sin. “have i ever told you, you’re such a good girl for me?” he simpers and his praise runs through you like brown sugar melted down to an ambrosial syrup — adding to the adrenaline in your veins as though you’ve been caught in a sugar rush. he wouldn’t lie to you, he’s got the perfect view like this. the soft lines of your body that bend and bow and break in order to chase the pleasure he holds just out of reach. “you…” izuku swallows thick. “you always do what i say, you always listen just right.”
the human body works in wondrous ways. your pussy clenches around nothing, catches on the veins that are carved into his cock, gushes a fresh wave of hot slick that now tangles with his dark-forest-like pubic hair. clear glaze smears along your tummy and coils in the darkened curls between your thighs — your boyfriend sighs pretty, reaching around to pinch your clit through the stickiness.
“do you think you can cum for me?” he asks before you have a chance to even think about how close you are. your sense of self and sanity slips away from you in the same way that time quietly passes you by — without care or notice. your hips spring forward — luring a shaky hiss from between your lover’s lips as your sweltering folds capture his thick length between them.
words fizz into nothingness in your mind and decay on your tongue in a soft spoken sigh. “uh-huh, yes—!” you voice quietly, nails curling into plush pecs at the same time your spasming hole glides over deku’s pitifully creamy tip.
bemused, his warm palms sink down to your ass to hold you down against him — giving izuku the leverage to circle your raw cunt over him in a passionate manner. and you love it, because you get to see him lose himself with you, beneath you, cock pulsing with its own heartbeat all for you.
“mhm? bet you’re feeling so good right now,” gentle snippets of encouragement break down your walls and tentatively undo the knots dotted along your insides — bursts of pleasure locked up within them. “lean into it, angel. let it wash over you — oh!” surprise and merriment trickle into izuku’s voice, following a hybrid sound — a laughing rumble of his chest now turning into a whine because you don’t just cum for him, you squirt. “look at that, look at you gushing for me…”
the sensation is hot and fast, all five of your senses on high alert. the way blood rushes through your ears reminds you of waves thrashing along a beach. serene. breath taking. the air in your lungs runs thin as a deliciously loud wail plays on the strength of your vocal chords — there’s a burn that follows. you use the last of your stamina to rut against izuku’s milky cock — which is already drowned in your rushing wetness — chasing something that might just slip away before it’s too soon.
all of your arousal tangles in his dark trail of pubic hair, a glistening sight to behold that ticks izuku over the edge too. mess on mess that only seems to cling to the natural crevices of your bodies.
“so pretty,” the pro hero mumbles in awe and reaches between your slick thighs to rub what you leak into your mound. “perfect girl.”
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food for thought … i find comfort in writing a hyper fem reader sometimes (i.e., mentions of makeup or nails, skirts and bows and frills etc) and i will do my best to cw it … but write about it because the world is so hellbent on masculinising me as a black woman i think i am allowed to include these little things
Heterochromic eyes snap open and your boyfriend stares at you from where he was starting to fall asleep next to you. You watch his brain flatline as his face turns eight different shades of pink, each deeper than the previous.
“Relax,” you laugh, “I’m not proposing.”
Haruka makes a choked cough noise and falls back in bed, raising his arms to cover his face as he tries to get his heart rate level.
“We just never talked about it, and I was curious what your thoughts were. What with Umemiya’s wedding shower coming up.”
You roll onto your side to face him, tucking your arm under your pillow so that you could comfortably prepare to assuage whatever spiral he might fall into. Surprisingly, Haruka didn’t look like he was about to explode. He had gotten better about his romance shyness in his adult years, but you were certain bringing up the Big M would have set him off.
Instead, he’s staring up at the ceiling with one forearm over his forehead, the other falling onto his belly. He looks contemplative. Like he’s actually giving your question the appropriate thought. You sit in silence for a minute, hearing the cicadas outside as the summer wind blew the chime you had put on his balcony.
“I hadn’t,” he murmurs softly. “Not until a bit ago.”
You blink, your lashes brushing against the pillow smooshed into your cheek. He turns then, looking at you with the clearest eyes he’s ever had. Rolling onto his own side, he mirrors your pose.
“I spent so long thinking I wasn’t worthy of any of it. That even a year or two into us…sometimes I think I’m gonna wake up and it’s all gonna be a dream. I’ll be back where I was. 15 and angry and scared and…unlovable.”
You brushed your fingers over his cheek, tracing your fingertips over his white hair.
“You were never unlovable,” you smile softly. “You just had to find people worthy of you.”
Haruka tilts his head, pressing a small kiss to the heel of your palm.
“I think about it now. Sometimes. Because of you. You’ve…stuck by me. Put up with my shit. Taught me a lot about relationship stuff. But when I do get serious on it. The marriage thing. Just…”
He laughs softly, his small beautiful smile curling his lips up as he gazes at you. “Just let me be the one to ask you, okay?”
