Wouldn’t gliding be faster?
—about. liv, livvie; twenty two; she/they
— byf. this blog contains nsfw posts (smut), including certain dark content (e.g. dubcon, kidnapping, yandere themes); i would prefer if minors do not follow or interact—i will not be held responsible for your discomfort if you read something here you don’t like. you have been warned.
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"They don't teach us about that in school how am I supposed to know" well you seem to know a lot about Bakugou but they don't teach you about him in school. Do they
how do you think jock yuuji would react to you asking to try anal for the first time. i think he would just stop existing, like no blood pulse, breathing movements, thoughts, nothing just stop existing and once it hits him of what you asked he losing it like a feral beast 
࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #12. experiments.
about. with her permission, our jock boyfriend tries something new with his sweet, shy little girlfriend and as it turns out… she may be more into it than he is. m.list ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! smut, nsfw, characters aged up to 20s, oral sex (f!receiving), ass play ( fingering ), consent checks, slight aftercare and pillow talk, weird / fem!reader, jock bf!yuuji.
i like to think that jock bf yuuji has all these things he wants to try with you but is too shy to ask because he doesn’t want to pressure you at all. he knows that you’re inexperienced and like certain kinks or positions can be daunting to someone who hasn’t really experienced sex yet.
often times, when you chat about it — yuuji lets you take the lead and asks you to let him know what you want above all else. he wants to know how to best please his shy baby. so i guess when you ask him to try anal, a little hesitant and sheepish, your big pretty eyes avoiding his gaze … he does absolutely lose his mind.
like, itadori’s throat runs dry and his eyes nearly disappear into his skull at the weak whimper of his name you let out. he feels himself tenting in his pants and you’ve not even touched him. not even done anything :( he feels a little guilty for wanting to corrupt you like this.
“are you sure?” he asks, trying to calm his heart down.
so fond of when subs get fucked so unapologetically stupid they just start saying sorry. when they don't even really know for what, just big wet puppy eyes and not all that much in their head. drooly and flush and so very weepy. its always when you start condescending to them just to tease them. about not letting them cum and they just get so wide-eyed and hysterical and go im sorry im sorry im sorry please let me cum. even if you fully intend to let them, or already told them they can - they're so out of it they just start begging. so cute. makes me soo <33
(this wip was inspired by me trying to picture shigaraki tomura in a lululemon... ft #1 papa toshinori and 'omg they were roommates' spinner n touya)
“Dude, what was that?” Spinner’s voice cuts across the room like a record scratch.
Tomura pauses, glancing over towards where the green-haired man is slumped in his beanbag chair, only to see him leaning forward with his hands on his knees and his eyes cartoonishly wide as the little purple streak of his fringe hangs in his gaze.
For whatever reason, Spinner's staring right at him.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’ve got abs?ˆ the young man's jaw hangs open incredulously after he says it.
Tomura turns away immediately, facing the fridge again and wrenching it open to grab the energy drink he’d crossed the room in search of. He has absolutely no plans to even acknowledge he's heard the question.
He senses a figure creeping up behind him, turning to glance mistrustfully over his shoulder, but he’s too late—Touya is already there, a hairsbreadth away, poised to strike. The taller of the two men pinches the hem of Tomura’s t-shirt between his fingers, tugging it up to catch a glance at what Spinner had just seen when he’d thoughtlessly lifted his arms to stretch.
Spinner clambers to the sofa, leaning over the back to get another look.
𓏲 ࣪₊ ʟᴏꜱɪɴ' ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴘᴛ. 2
♡⃕ ࣪ nsfw. minors do not interact. ⸝⸝ fem reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, intimacy, clit kissing, big dick beel, sorta unhinged asmo, praise, body worship, nipple pinching
♡⃕ ࣪ ft. satan, asmo, beel, belphie
a/n | this is part two of my earlier hcs! sorry for the slight delay i had some personal issues but no worries, im as horny as ever & ready to deliver more on the boys losing their minds being inside some pussy
feedback / rbs are appreciated ♡
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It's the sheer intimacy that makes him unravel first, being this close to someone was at one point purely a pipe dream to him. That alone makes his waterline burn, but it's a step further to know you love him enough to be like this together. Satan can't help but lace your fingers together after lining up the head of his cock with your soaked entrance, gasping against the side of your neck as he feels the slide of your fluttering walls.
Katsuki gets a text at 3am while on patrol.
Came too hard now I miss you.
With a picture attached of a beautiful woman with her legs apart and leaking pussy spread open by her fingers with manicured nails and it's enough to make him palm his now aching cock.
Any boyfriend would be happy to get this nude from their girlfriend.
The only issue is Bakugou Katsuki doesn't have a girlfriend.
Okay scenario one:
It hurts when he leaves you on read. 10am and not a single word in response, not even a damn emoji. It hurts more than it should, but somehow you still feel yourself desperate and needy for him. Pushing back the anger that’s brewing inside you as you send another flirty text with no response. Chancing sending him a selfie of how you look today before you’re out the door; just to show him what he’s missing. But now Bakugou’s throat is dry when he sees just how pretty you are… so he finds himself texting back. Practically dies when you ask for a photo of his cock in return.
Two:
Bakugou knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help himself. He finds himself biting the finger of one of his gloves between his teeth to tug it off, making it easier to text as he messages you back. Telling you how pretty your pussy looks and how he wishes he was there right now— even though he knows he isn’t the intended audience. Thinking you’ll realise it’s the wrong number and you won’t respond now… but you do.
Three:
You realise your mistake as soon as it happens, dread pooling in your stomach when you see the message turn to “read” before you have the chance to unsend it. Petrified that you’ve sent it to some disgusting creep somewhere and not your intended situationship. Laying back in your post orgasm stupor as you try to decide what to do, how to play this off. Thinking about just blocking him to save yourself from the humiliation—
Four:
You’re willing the ground to swallow you whole when you realise your mistake. Forgetting the last person you’d text before you’d put your phone on DND for the evening was your boss Dynamight and not the guy you’d been playfully texting on and off for the last few weeks. But I’m torn whether he realises that it’s a mistake, or he thinks you reciprocate the feelings he’s harboured for you for months, and that’s why you’re texting him this at 3am.
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