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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men and the positions they fuck you in

featuring: gojo, toji, nanami, choso, geto

content: smut, praise, ass slapping, belly bulge, breeding, hair pulling, degradation, cervix touching mention n more

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨. Doggy style

There’s just something about having you on your hands and knees that Gojo loves. His hands on your hips as he pounded roughly into you, black blindfold covering his crazed eyes at the feeling of his thick cock thrusting into your sopping cunt.

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strafepanzer

renovating a house with bakugo would be hell

strafepanzer

just imagine trying to book someone to redo the flooring and he's in the background mouthing off bc "it can't be that fuckin hard"

strafepanzer

man has to do everything hIMSELF so you're his bloody foreman, double checking the tiles before he lays them, measuring walls and nooks, ordering paint and skirting boards.

but there's so much joy in the pride he exhibits when he's completed a task with you by his side.

"see?" he says, dried concrete on his jaw, under his fingernails. you're covered in it, too, and it's managed to get all over the freshly painted walls, too. "ain't that fuckin hard"

nessieartss

part 4 is here! Gosh this took forever lmaoo, I actually finished it like a month ago, but I wanted to find the right time to post it. Enjoy!

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t-tomuras

✺ ─── • 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐁-𝟏𝟕𝟒

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

Warnings: Halo AU, Size difference (hes 8ft) / size kink(?), cornering, fingering, dubcon, creampie if I missed anything lmk

Wordcount: 3.4k

Notes: Reupload, Rampancy Universe, Spartan D-175

You get on his nerves, grating with the click of your heels that he can pick from the clanging of heavy weights anywhere. Jaw setting tightly while he maintains his dead sprint on the treadmill without even breaking a sweat before the clicking on the floor draws closer.

He can see you from the corner of his eye, deadly crimson focused on a random point on the wall ahead of him before that fucking AI greets you warmly. Bidding you good morning and making you even more impossible to ignore, try as he might.

Katsuki’s first mistake was not giving himself music to listen to, the second was not choosing to run laps around base and up the steep hill for his workout. His hubris urging him to hook himself to his monitors and pull up Toga’s time, distance and speed in the hopes of overtaking her as the top scorer.

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amarkaa

It’s so trippy I like it

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neon-gothicc asked:

Some fluffy brainrot for [insert time here]. It's morning here and I just had my coffee
tw: hybrids
werewolf!Bakugo x bunny!reader

Imagine waking up first thing in the morning, the day after nervous little you is adopted by the ~~big bad scary~~ Bakugo and the first thing that hits you is a delicious smell of coffee. You, of course, have never had any. Your previous caretakers didn't trust any sources of caffeine around your already nervously vibrating being.

Imagine your surprise when you walk into the kitchen — after spending a good ten minutes working up your courage — only to find him already sitting there drinking from his mug and reading the paper. Except, there's a second mug on the counter. It's large and orange and, oh my, is it carrot themed?

Bakugo glances up momentarily from his paper to look at you. As he moves his eyes back down to what he was reading, he huffs out, "Tha's for you."

You step up to the mug, sniffing at it slightly. It's definitely coffee, but there's something else hidden in the scent. Something sweeter. Something familiar. Something—

"It's carrot cake flavored." He interrupts your thoughts.

Oh, so that's why it smells so much better than normal. Your lip twitches into something of a smile and when you still don't sit down, Bakugo bends the paper in half to get a better look at you. He quirks a brow expectantly, prompting you to speak.

"I'm not allowed to drink—"

"It's decaf." He interrupts again, slight growl to his tone. "Any other problems?"

He really did think of everything. Shaking your head, you take a seat opposite of him and pull the warm mug into your hands. The first sip of coffee hits your tastebuds and you wrinkle your nose at the bitter taste, soothed only by the familiar taste of sweet carrots.

You could tell him later that not everything he bought you needed to be carrot themed or flavored.