Liliththeunqualifiedsimp - Lil Bean - Tumblr Blog

Hey people!

My real name is irrelevant, but my online persona is Lilith. She/they/I honestly don't care.

I'm new, young and English is not my mother tongue. BUT I like smut and cute fluff!

I write occasionally but don't expect anything major. Mostly drabbles and horny shower thoughts.

I really am not much of a weeb. But I have watched mha/bnha.

Anyway, enjoy my bullshit ❤️✨

(also, please don't interact if you're under 18. I can't keep you from reading, but if you interact I will have to block you.)

Love y'all ❤️✨

- sincerely Lilith 🙈

(lmk if you'd like me to make a tag list or you wanna be mutuals ❤️)

I would like to rant about grumpy middle aged men...

Lemme explain.

Like, this man is an asshole but in reality he's just a tired bean who needs some lovin.

Just imagine being in your twenties and meeting a 46 year old guy who's a total prick but it's just because he's lonely and doesn't trust anyone to get close.

Teensy drabble ahead:

Mdni 18+

Warnings: dry humping, gn!reader, (slight angst?), alcohol. Overall mature themes.

Enjoy!

You're out at a bar, right?

You were going on a date, looking all snazzy and fancy. But your date stood you up.

So now you're at a bar, drinking some mocktails (you're driving home, y'know)

You spot this middle aged man with stubble from not shaving for a bit. He's got tired eyes and gerys scattered throughout his hair and beard, and he's sipping on a beer.

You decide to go over to him, (cause he's not wearing a ring, and he looks sad and exhausted) you gently tap his shoulder and ask if he's alright, and he grumbles a halfhearted "I'm fine." And you roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink before leaning against the counter of the bar, looking at him with a smile.

A few minutes of casual small talk and introductions later, he asks if you'd possibly be willing to call a cab for him since he's had quite a bit to drink. Naturally you offer to drive him home instead, a friendly expression on your face, as he hesitantly nods.

Once you've gotten him in your car and ask him where he lives, he says something a little surprising; he says "I don't even know, kid... My ex wife kicked me out, so I went to a bar to drown my emotions... Didn't really think about what I'd do after..." He lets out an exasperated sigh and looks out of the car window. After a few quiet moments of thinking, you decide to take him home, let him crash until he's sober and ready to figure out how to continue his life.

At your shitty little apartment, you get the couch ready for him to sleep on while he just sits on the living room floor, staring blankly into space for a while before speaking again "hey, kid?.. could you hug me..?" He asks hesitantly, looking like he's about to cry. You feel bad for him and walk over, sitting down next to him and pulling him into a comforting hug, gently rubbing his back as he silently cries into your shoulder for a while.

He eventually ends up in your bed, not wanting to leave the warmth of your embrace. He's holding you tightly, face buried in your chest, clinging to you as if he thought if he loosened his grip, even a little, you'd fade away and leave him in a pit of sadness.

He eventually calms down and relaxes against your body, hands tiredly running up and down your sides, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. After a while, your scent becomes too much and he starts to feel the painful hardness in his pants, sighing in slight frustration as the sensation of your hands in his hair and on his back becomes too much for him.

He starts (not so) subtly grinding against your hip, desperate for some sort of friction.

You obviously notice, chuckling softly but brushing it off, 'he's drunk and lonely', you think, gently running your fingers through his hair and closing your eyes.

A few minutes later, he just can't take it anymore and starts pathetically humping the side of your hip, whimpering and holding on to your waist tightly.

You decide to wrap your legs around his hips, bringing him close. He starts grinding against your inner thigh, trying to get himself off.

I lost my spark. Feel free to elaborate on this, just tag me if you do.

- Lilith❤️

Hi!

(the ask was from me ✨)

But just imagine, because he's so sensitive, he can't have piercings, and he just instantly cums once he's inside of reader.

Ugh... I'm a sick fuck. 🥵😅

I have been thinking.

(I know it's dumb)

I have this head canon about Dabi. Just imagine: Dabi with a sensitive dick.

I'm just saying, we all know he's got scars and burns and whatnot. BUT what if his dick was so sensitive that he couldn't even wear underwear that's too far coarse, or pants that are too tight?

It's been rotting in my brain for a while. Just thought I'd share.

- the biggest simp on earth ❤️

i love it. the question then remains if his dick is that sensitive, can he even jack off without feeling overwhelmed? probably not.

but also i feel like this is a great setup for him getting head for the first time by reader. he’s shocked at how soft and warm it feels. and you can be super gentle and slow with him, take your time so he actually enjoys smth for once. he’d see stars for maybe the first time ever, and that’s what starts his oral sex/oral fixation kink.

Hello everyone!! This is a bit embarrassing to ask but due to health issues I had this year I’m running really short on rent for them month :( if anyone could kindly help with small donations on ko-fi or even a reblog it would really mean the world to me!!! Thank you in advance for all your love and support💜

I don't write much, but I definitely agree, since I read a lot of smut. And also, while we're on this topic, I'd like to say something about nipples. Not everyone has super sensitive nipples, and others have sensitive nipples in a bad and uncomfortable way.

I would like to see some more inclusive smut.

just in case you need to hear this:

bigger isn’t always better

tighter isn’t always better

both in real life and in fiction

yes, really. i’m serious.

there’s this weird, almost disturbing obsession with the tightest pussy/biggest dicks, especially in the fanfiction circles i seem to find myself in. sure, it’s all fantasy. write for yourself. i’m also slightly guilty of that as well in that i write my preferences. but i do it with a realistic understanding of the statements above.

maybe i’m just getting old and boring, or it comes down to my own experiences. but often the most popular fics on my dash feel so unrealistic that it pulls me out of it and i have to ask, “is that normal? is it even possible? am i more clueless than i thought?”

and the answer is no, i’m probably not clueless, but fanfiction is just that: fiction. it can be so easy to get wrapped up in things that aren’t real that we question ourselves or our work unnecessarily.

maybe those popular works that make me question myself or my ability to write smut well represent someone’s experiences, but they certainly don’t represent mine. and that’s okay. i most often choose to portray what i know with certainty is or can be real.

i want smut that’s awkward and sometimes imperfect, smut where someone gets off too early or maybe not at all, smut that doesn’t talk about “size kink this, manhandling that, abs and v lines and tummy bulges, he came three times and kept going, she squirted everywhere until she couldn’t see straight,” bullshit.

like. am i crazy?

i can’t be the only fic writer who feels this way.

I know I wasn't tagged but would you sit with me?

I don't have anyone to tag lol

Saw this trend on Twitter and thought it’s cute 🥹

Would you sit next to me in class?

➡️ Face / Bag

I‘m tagging: @neteyamswillow @neteyamsyawntu @neteyamsoare @sulieykte @teyamsatan @teyums @tallulah477 @theblueflower05 Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to 🩵🩵

Aaaghhhh!!!!! I'm s creaming

a longer, more insane version of this post. @dcsiremc, you always give me the most insane cases of brainrot, i swear tw: yandere

"Please, please, my boyfriend! He's trapped inside, you have to save him!"

Bakugo took a brief second to look into your eyes — tear stained and wide with fear — before he unwillingly ripped them away to gaze at the burning building in front of him. He had a job to do.

"Don't worry," he reassured you, large hand on your shoulder guiding you further away from the flames. He gently shoved you in the direction of the sidewalk, closer to his peers already working to douse the fire, urging you to safety. "I'll take care of him."

Bakugo knew that time was of the essence. A house like yours, the burning flames could eat up the old wooden walls quicker than one could even blink. They could do a lot worse to a person.

Slipping the bulky shield over his face, he took quick strides into what was once your home, unafraid of the inferno. Body crouched low to peer past the thick smoke, he surveyed his surroundings. The walls had begun to crumble, revealing the large structural beams that held the skeleton of your home together — he could see the jagged, rusted nails poking out here and there. Above him, the panels that had once made up your ceiling began to droop and fall, weakened by the flames.

Passing by an open doorway, Bakugo peered into what looked to be a living room. The large space had already been engulfed. Your once warm and inviting space was charred. The billowing curtains were reduced to nothing but tatters. And on the floor, the single butt of a once lit cigarette — the start of the fire — thrown in through your always open window by a bum teen looking to make a quick buck. It would burn in the flames, along with everything else, leaving no evidence behind.

His survey was interrupted by a hacking cough coming from what he assumed to be the kitchen. Bakugo followed the sound, dipping low to avoid touching the doorframe that had begun to sag with its lack of support. The fire in the room burned hot and he had to squint past his mask to see into the smoke. It didn't take him long to spot his objective.

"Help, please! I hurt my ankle trying to escape, I don't think I can walk!" The helpless calls of a man — your boyfriend — pleaded.

Bakugo blinked slowly, stepping closer to the heap of a person huddled on the ground, trying to escape the smoke. He was curled up in a corner, one hand around a wound that spilled bright blood from a gnarly gash. It was likely given to him by one of the few fallen support beams surrounding the man, their nails sharp and biting. As Bakugo stepped forward toward the man, he heard the burning roof above him creak and groan.

"You the boyfriend?" he asked, voice only a few decibels above casual conversation — just enough to be heard over the fire.

"Yes, yes, please! Save me! I have to get out of here, I have to get back to her!"

Under his mask, Bakugo's lips curled into a sneering smirk. "Perfect."

He crouched low to the ground, gloved hands hauling up one of the support beams. With a heavy grunt, he lifted it, giving the man on the floor just enough room to begin crawling toward him. He watched as your boyfriend felt the floor with closed fists, gingerly picking his path toward Bakugo's boots.

When he was close enough, Bakugo dropped the support beam on his back.

Wind knocked out of him, the man on the floor could only let out a gasping groan as Bakugo placed one of his heavy boots down on the support beam. "What are you doing?!" he tried to scream, but the smoke in his lungs only made it come out as a wheeze.

Bakugo jerked his boot down, pinning the man to the floor and digging rusted nails into the flesh of his back. He reveled in the strangled cry the man made.

"Just keepin' my promise and takin' care of you," he responded, voice low and dark. "Shame I couldn't save you before the fire killed you."

He ground his boot down even further onto the support beam before stepping off, satsified with what he'd done. Crouching low once more, he picked up the man's face with a gloved hand.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your girl." The man couldn't see the crazed look in Bakugo's eyes nor the wide grin on his face as he added, "Well, suppose she's my girl now."

Letting out a breath that was just shy of a laugh, Bakugo stood once more to leave. He ignored the pleading cries of the man on the ground as he stepped his way out of the kitchen. On his way out, his sharp eye caught the sight of a metal canister tucked away in the untouched part of your kitchen. Walking over to it, he smirked.

"Glad to know she likes camping," he muttered to himself, picking up the small can of butane you'd left attached to a portable stove. It felt heavy, full with fuel. He glanced back over to your boyfriend. "No evidence left behind."

As he left the room completely, he tossed the canister back into the flames of the kitchen. Maybe it had been overkill using the tiny crackles of his quirk to initially ignite the gas, but he couldn't take any chances. Running out of the building, he escaped with just enough time for the explosion to only lick at his heels.

Outside, Bakugo could already see you sobbing, tears leaving track marks down your soot covered skin. The scream that left your throat at the realization he'd left your home alone almost made him feel bad. Almost. But as you clung to him, overcome with emotion and needing the support of anyone that breathed, he knew it would only be a matter of time before you'd forget all about the man still left inside to burn.

It would only be a matter of time before you'd be completely and irrevocably his.

your house burnt down: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82

I very much like this and appreciate the algorithm for sending it my way 🙌

aaaa these are so cute y'all, do this picrew with your fave/faves rnrn!!

I did chuuya and fukuzawa, my two bbs !

tagging (no pressure :D) : @seiiushi @sukiischaotic @iovetecchou @aypiyai @doukeshi-kun @maislovebot @lovedazai @hannzai @nkogneatho @kentopedia @satocidal @dazaisslave @yandere-romanticaa @blkkizzat + anyone who'd like to join!!

I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay okay, so since @bakubunny was kind enough to give a helpful guide on the differences, I decided to practice a bit. i am. still unsure if i got it right, but it was fun trying 😂

in the mornings with dad bf!eijirou

You wake to the gentle graze of lips against your cheek, stirring you from sleep as they press soft kisses to your skin. "Up and at 'em, sweetpea," Eijirou murmurs, voice low, still husky from grogginess that still grips at him.

A soft whine escapes you, the frigid air of the morning a stark contrast to the heat from the man lying beside you. It runs a shiver down your spine and you curl into yourself, eyes screwing shut tighter and brows furrowing. "Five more minutes," you rasp, unwilling to let go of the dreams still playing in your mind.

There's a low chuckle from the man beside you and he kisses your cheek again. "Okay, okay, five more minutes."

Despite his agreement, you still feel the dip of the mattress as Eijirou shifts. You pry an eye open, watching as he groggily gets up from his place beside you with a big stretch, sleep addled muscles popping and groaning. He stands from the bed, large strides taking him out of your view as he moves to stand by your side of the bed.

"I'll go get breakfast ready," he says quietly into your ear, pressing another chaste kiss to your temple as he reaches over you to pull one of his pillows up to your side. You envelop it in your arms, squeezing it and inhaling his scent that still lingers to the fabric. Eijirou pulls up the thin blanket pooling around your waist, settling it along your shoulders and tucking you in. "I'll bring it up when it's ready."

Before he leaves, he presses one final kiss to the tip of your nose, telling you to get back to sleep while he started the morning.

in the afternoon with dilf!eijirou

You step outside onto your front porch, cold glass of water in your hands. The condensation on the glass dampens your skin, collecting between your fingers and running down the back of your hand, but you don't seem to notice. Your attention is focused elsewhere.

It really was unfair how good Eijirou looked while doing yard work.

Hair tied up halfway to stay out of his face, you could see the beginnings of his black roots. His hair was matted with a thin layer of sweat, the sun high in the sky warming his tanned skin and adding to the collection of freckles on his shoulders that had accumulated over the years. The heat of the day had him foregoing a shirt, giving you the perfect view of his broad shoulders and muscular back, lined with scars that only seemed to add to his charm. When he turned around, your eyes moved to the slight pudge of his stomach, perfectly complimented by the black trail of hair that disappeared beyond the waistband of his shorts.

"That for me?"

His sudden question ripped you away from your ogling and a flush of color tinted your cheeks from being caught. You nodded, holding out the cup of iced water to him.

"Thank you, baby." Walking over, Eijirou placed his hand over yours, trapping it between his palm and the frigid glass. He bent down slightly, moving the cup toward his lips and taking a slow sip. Not once did his eye contact with you break. "Such a sweet girl for making sure I'm hydrated."

Your ears filled with the sound of his low chuckle as he watched your blush darken.

at night with daddy!eijirou

Toes curling and chest prickling with a flushed heat, you could feel that pool of arousal deep within your belly beginning to fill, threatening to overflow. With your knees pressed close to your chest, it took all you had to simply suck in breaths of gasping air, only for them to escape you as garbled moans. Eijirou was moving fast, the steady rhythm he'd built up bullying his cock into the deepest parts of your oversensitive heat.

You panted out a cuss, lips trembling as you stuttered, "E-Eiji, so close. Fuck, gunna cum..."

A whine left your lips when he slowed in response, deep thrusts turning shallow as he nipped at your neck with sharpened teeth. "You know that's not how you ask, baby," he said into your skin, tone a low and needy growl.

Your request came out as half a sob, wanting nothing more than to feel that delicious friction again that would have you hurtling toward release. "Fuck, please daddy", you begged, turning watery eyes toward him. "Please, please, wanna cum daddy."

You were rewarded by a deep roll of his hips, cockhead grinding against the spongey spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and struggling to breathe.

"That's my good girl," Eijirou rasped, once again picking up a pace that would soon have your back arching off the bed.

tags: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82

bodyguard or bestfriend! katsuki who practically lives in your personal space, he's only "looking out for you" and "making sure you're okay" he definitely isn't dependent on feeling your warmth against him, he definitely doesn't get antsy when you're not near him, not at all

Second time writing this, tumblr ate it the first time 🥴 but no because I bet he leaves his shit there and then forgets.i have so many thoughts on this

Katsuki has practically raided every square inch of his apartment. He’s checked every basket, drawer, nook and cranny of the place— and he’s found four pair of boxers. Total.

There’s no way.

A frustrated groan leaves his lips when he notices missing sweatpants. His face twists into a scowl while he shoves the last of his dirty laundry into the washing machine. He snatches the detergent and tosses it in, pressing the button and turning on his heel.

He storms out of his apartment and shoves his keys into the door, locking it. And you know something’s off the moment he arrives. He huffs and puffs like he’s going to blow your house down. All the while, you sit perched on the couch with a basket of laundry and a no-brain-needed show on.

“I’m goin’ fucking insane.” Katsuki grits, carmine eyes peering into your ceiling.

You hum and toss a pair of panties into a nearby basket. A sigh leaves him as his chest sinks beneath the black tank top.

“You always are— but why now?” You raise a brow at his glare, resisting a snicker.

Your fingers lay purchase on a pair of his sweats. Effortlessly, you begin to fold and separate the rest of the laundry. Another pair of his sweats are in your hands as you pause to look at him.

“Searched the damn place top to bottom,” a sigh “- can’t find my shit. Got four pair of boxers. I’m losing it.” He grunts with an exasperated groan.

Katsuki peels his gaze from the ceiling to meet your own. You begin to chortle and snort.

The pair of sweatpants in your hands meet his face with a dull thud. Without thinking, katsuki yanks the offending fabric away and growls.

“Oí, asswipe-“ The second pair meets his face before he can finish and it takes all of three seconds for it to register.

“.. why d’you got my shit?” He takes a deep breath, just like his therapist told him to, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“You always leave your shit here— I’ve got an entire drawer. You’ve even got a toothbrush and face razor in my bathroom.” You challenge, holding up a pair of boxers you’ve just found in the basket.

Katsuki blinks. He has been over a lot. But it’s only because you can’t take care of yourself— you’d die! The blonde runs through memories of cup ramen and expired snacks in your fridge and pantry. His eyes roll.

“Well, I need my shit, brat.” He chooses to say instead.

You glance at the TV to see two of the girls arguing over what food to have at a party. Typical, there’s always that one bitch who wants fruit at a candy land themed party.

“Go for it, it’ll end up back here anyways-“ you chortle and toss a pair of clean boxers his way “-you’re over five days a week.”

Ruby orbs narrow, brows furrowing as he takes playful offense to your statement. A grin plasters across his face and he leans in.

“Wouldn’t have to if a certain shithead could take care of herself, now would i?” Katsuki taunts and assumes victory. He looks proud of himself.

Your brows shoot to your hairline and you laugh wildly. The task at hand half forgotten, fingers reaching into the basket to grab a random article of clothing and throw it at his head.

“Oh please, you come here for back rubs and head scratches.” The teasing tone of your voice has his eyes rolling. Hard.

Katsuki looks down at the fallen fabric and snorts. Big hands put the pink, scallop trim panties in the basket to your right while he formulates a good answer.

You’re not completely wrong.. but you can’t know that.

“Nah I c’mere cause’ you’ll get a scurvy if I don’t.” He lies, grabbing a towel to fold.

Banter continues on and off through the night. He talks shit on the show you’re watching but gets invested anyways. Like always. A plate of steaming curry is served for dinner and afterwards you show him to the stash of his items stored away in your bedroom.

He grumbles and flushes a peachy tone, throwing most of the items in his bag. He leaves two or three pairs, though.

You get lectured again on groceries even though he’s the one that cooks. And, now? There’s a grocery list on your fridge that says “k: bringing order on Monday” in not too-pretty handwriting.

Katsuki finds himself basking in the warmth of your hands later. Pretty fingers rub his taut muscles and tug at the roots of his hair. Nails drag up and down, up and down his shoulder and back casually. He’s out like a light in minutes.

He wakes up and chooses to ignore that he’s already left another set of clothing in your laundry basket.

Total man whore right there 👍

N' when he just wakes up and has messy ass hair and tired eyes 😩🥵

not to be so horny on main, but when bakugou is home, all he wears are those super tight black boxer shorts

Yuuta begs everytime to take the condom off. Wants to feel the warmth of you around him gripping him raw so bad he's near tears. Whimpering cries against your chest, throat, shoulder, anywhere he can sink his teeth

"Please baby, this time? Can I this time?"

"Wanna feel you all wet for me just once, let me slip it in please"

"Promise I'll be good"

The night you finally peel the latex off and give him the okay is the best night of his life.

He pulls three orgasms from you before hiking your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his sensitive cock in so deep he cums bucket loads against your womb, a contended sigh gracing your ears as he releases your legs and sits between your thighs to push his release back in with his fingers

Reblog if you want a shitty summary of your blog in your inbox.

Always

izuku x reader

he needs you to know how you mean to him and will go to any length to prove it to you

cw: a tad nsfw, reader refered to as puppy, wc 1k, divider by @/cafekitsune, written for mimi

Izuku pins your hands above your head and you wince at his swift action. Your pillow softens the blow but it doesn't hide the dark cloud seeping off of your boyfriend above you.

“Repeat that one more time for me.”

It's not a request but a demand, one that comes from the deepest part of him. His voice stern and something inside you quakes. He’s never looked at you like this before.

You swallow, trying to maintain eye contact which is especially hard after what you've just said to him, but you keep your mouth shut.

It hurt you enough the first time, you shan't say it again.

“I swear that I heard you mumble that I can do better than you.”

Your heart hurts as he says your own words back to you. Ones that have been repeating in your head for the last few months of your relationship.

You see him all the time with other people, people who are nicer, happier, more smiley than you. And certainly people who deserve him more. People that he has to have greater feelings for than you.

You don't celebrate his every entrance home, you don't cover yourself in pink, or act like a perfect girlfriend. And you are sure that if the stars aligned in any other way that he would be with one of them instead of you and that he would be a million times happier.

So then why does him saying these words out loud hurt you so?

“Is that what you really think?” He asks again, and there's a waiver in his voice, an uncertainty.

His grip on your hands loosens slightly, his brow furrowing. He’s waiting for you to speak.

“Izuku, I—”

“Stop. I won't hear whatever you're going to say.” His grip on your hands tightens again, and he leans over you. His large muscular back arching over you, blocking out the light behind him. His eyes lock onto yours, “Whatever it is, I’ll prove it wrong right now.”

He kisses your neck and then retreats, sitting on his knees with your body pinned under him. He pulls at the back of his shirt, slowly revealing cords of muscle to you like he's unwrapping a present.

He tosses the shirt to the side and places your hands on his wide chest. You can feel his pulse quicken from the contact and the heat coming off of his body. The powerful muscles of a man who can easily save a bus full of screaming children.

“Do you feel that?”

“I know what a heartbeat feels like, Izuku.” You want to remove your hands, to fight the feeling deep inside of you that makes you press your legs together, but he holds your hands in place.

“But mine’s different; mine beats for you.”

You hate that this corny ass line gets to you. It doesn't erase the hurt that you're still holding close to your chest, but a few pieces of that hurt fall to the floor.

Hands fall to your waist and it’s almost like Izuku can see the pieces starting to slip, so he doubles down in the only way he knows how.

“You are the reason I fight so hard. You are the reason that I wake up every morning a draw breath. The reason that I can come home and shed the hero skin and just be myself. Because you allow me to just be Izuku. I don't have to be some built up perfect man to you, and the fact that you allow me to do that is everything to me. I know you've always compared yourself to others, and that maybe that is what this is, but the thing is that I don't want others. I don't want someone too sweet who would suffocate me and not allow me a moment to breathe. I don’t want someone who isn’t you. I don’t need someone to smile at me, I need someone who is there for me, who is with me in everything that I do, and who has the biggest caring-est heart I've ever seen, even if she doesn't believe it.”

You pout and hide your face in your hands, “Stop, you’re too nice to me”

He readjusts himself so that he's sitting between your legs and his hands run up your legs, over your hips to rest right under the hem of your shirt.

“I'll show you that I’m devoted to you.” His head dips down to the skin slowly being exposed as he raises your shirt, and he kisses at every inch of your skin as it's revealed.

He kisses his way up to your breasts. He nips at your soft skin as he wraps his arms under your body drawing you up into him.

Every piece of your chest is covered in some remnant of him; kisses, bites, spit.

His hips grind into yours, and you can feel his desire through his sweatpants. Hard and hot pressing against where you need him the most.

“This is only for you, puppy.” His voice drops as he talks right into your ear. “All of me. I’m yours.”

He kisses along your jawline as his body settles on you.

“I’m all yours,” he repeats before he kisses you. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip, and he groans when you let him in.

The first kiss that breaks the dam of passion that flows between the two of you. The feelings that scare you fall to the floor as he reaches the deepest parts of you. His body is a master of yours, his breath guiding the push and pull of your hips. Hands holding yours tightly as he gives you shot after shot, never once letting you go. Because he could never.

Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss; it's endless. Your whole body shaking, begging for a break from his endless hours or torment, but he has something to prove. It doesn't matter how many times he cums in you or how much spills from you. He needs to keep you full, needs to show you how much his body belongs to you. And he does. Oh god, he does.

I think Friend with Benefits!Bakugo gets annoyed when you talk to him during sex because your voice makes him weak. The handful of times you’ve both been lonely (and horny) enough to fuck each other has made the man you once called “just a friend” fall for you harder than he expected. Every time he’s fucked you he’s told you to shut the fuck up when you ask “You like that?” in that specific tone of voice. When you’re with your friend group and he hears you use that tone of voice to ask even the most innocent question, he has to excuse himself to get rid of the hard-on your voice gave him.

When he fucks you he tells you to stay quiet, because when you ask “Does my pussy feel good?” he answers by cumming a few seconds after you ask. At this point he could cum his pants any time he hears you ask a question because he remembers the times you asked how it feels before he emptied his load in you. If you’re going to tease him by saying these things, he’ll just fuck you with his hand over your mouth so you can’t throw him off. He might even take it a step further by asking how his cock feels until you eventually get wet when you hear him ask questions.

Fluff because I'm bored

Katsuki Bakugo was a hero known for his fiery explosions and his fierce determination. However, when he was with you, he revealed a different side of himself. It was a quiet evening, and the two of you had decided to stay in. The soft glow of the living room lamp cast a warm ambiance as you cuddled on the couch.

Bakugo wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close. His usually sharp and intense eyes softened as he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling your familiar scent. "You know, you're the only one who gets to see me like this," he murmured, his voice gentle.

You smiled and snuggled closer, feeling his warmth radiate through you. "I like this side of you, Kats. It's our own little secret."

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips warm against your hair. "Yeah, well, you bring it out in me," he admitted, his words filled with a rare vulnerability.

As you both settled into the comfort of each other's embrace, you realized that even the most explosive personalities could be incredibly tender and affectionate. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

And so, the hero who was known for his fiery explosions found solace and warmth in the quiet moments he shared with you, his heart ignited by the love he felt for you.

Submissive!Bakugo who never saw himself being submissive before he met you. He only ever saw himself as an alpha male and he never considered subjugating himself to anyone until you told him to do so.

Submissive!Bakugo whose eyes widened and jaw dropped when you told him to get on his knees to eat your pussy. He thought he’d only ever be a man who was telling you to get on your knees, but when you said it he found himself on his knees almost immediately.

Submissive!Bakugo who never let you ride him before, but now paws at your skirt asking if you’d be willing to take a ride later. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes in the hopes that you’ll ride him sooner rather than later, and if he begs enough you might actually do it.

Submissive!Bakugo who needs his hands tied to the headboard or he’ll grip you too hard when you ride. He whines and moans your name so pathetically you’ll get a power trip knowing you’re the only one who can tame him.

Submissive!Bakugo who cums within minutes of you riding him when he can usually go for hours when he’s on top. He struggles against the restraints you’ve put around his wrists when you keep riding and he screams when you overstimulate him. He begs you to stop but when you ask if he really wants you to stop he immediately tells you to keep going.

Submissive!Bakugo who will struggle and shake as long as you want to ride him. Any time you ask if he wants to stop because he’s clearly had enough, he tells you to keep going. By the time you’ve had your fill, he’s already emptied all of his cum inside you, and he’s a shaking, blubbering mess professing his undying love for you.

I'm bored lmao... Also, I don't have anyone to tag... Sorry not sorry ✌️

Picrew time cus I’m bored! Link

Tagging anyone who wants to play 😋

dabi, tired of hawks shit: can you just go home already?

hawks: nah, i’m good

dabi: ...

dabi: OH MY GOD IS THAT HAWKS??!?!!!

hawks: bitch, you did not just- *gets kidnapped by a wild crowd of people*

art by @htwings

Boxer!kirishima x F!Reader

Just a quick drabble because I'm bored:)

I know it's bad and sloppy but y'know. It happens

18+

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, fingering, slight teasing,

Boxer!kirishima who has been boxing professionally with you for years, and has developed a crush on you

Boxer!Kirishima who loves boxing with you, but hates when he accidentally hurts you, and apologizes a million times if he hits you too hard

Boxer!Kirishima who gets a boner every time he sees you wipe your sweat with a towel after training, and jerks off in the shower after you've left

Boxer!Kirishima who always leaves the gym ten minutes after you, and comes out of the locker room a stuttering mess.

Boxer!Kirishima that -despite being madly in love with you and jerking off to pictures of you- always respects you and defends you against cat callers on the streets.

Boxer!Kirishima who a few days ago asked you for a simple favor, but it turned into a lot more.

Boxer!Kirishima who asked "hey can you help me with my gloves? My hands are a bit rough today... heh" he awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck "sure Kiri!" You chuckle and walk over to him.

Boxer!Kirishima whose hands are big and rough because of his quirk. "Need some moisturizer?" You ask as you try to put on his gloves for him. "Uh.. n-no.. no need..." he chuckles nervously. The tent in his pants, ever growing as he looks at you in your sports bra and shorts. You notice the growing erection and smirk. "Excited?" You chuckle and he looks away.

Boxer!Kirishima that gulps and nods, looking back to you.

Boxer!Kirishima who, just moments later has you bent over a bench in the locker room, pumping in and out of your wet cunt

Boxer!Kirishima who, a few months later moved in with you and later proposed to you. After you say yes, you're both laying on the couch, his head between your thighs, two fingers inside of you as his tongue flicks over your clit, bringing you to orgasm multiple times before finally unzipping his pants and pumping his fat cock in and out of your dripping cunt.

Hope you enjoyed it. I know it seems unfinished but I kinda lost motivation and rushed in the end. Heh... anyway if you want more like this, feel free to tell me<3

*hawks and dabi meet for the first time and they’re sizing each other up *

dabi: *stops his eyes on hawks’ belt and quirks his eyebrow*

hawks: ???? what?

dabi: tf is HIH?

hawks: what do you mean? ah, the letters on my belt, they are from Hawks, obviously

dabi: HIH? it doesn’t make any sense, Hawks I - what?

hawks: hawks! just hawks

dabi: fucking heroes... just admit it, it was supposed to be „hawks is hot” but you chickened out

hawks: no, it wasn’t!

dabi: *after hawks didn’t get that he called him hot* ...okay pigeon, fly away, someone will contact you later.

*a few hours later hawks is watching tv at his apartment and has a realization*

hawks: WAIT. HE CALLED ME HOT?!

hawks: *gay panic*

Jesus holy banana split woah that's amazing.

PLEASE I wanna be that employee at Dynamight’s agency that he’s always picking on. He does it because you bite back and he loves it and fuck does it make him chub up

Particularly his new secretary, hired to replace the old one that’s moving to a calmer job (because Bakugou’s horrible pr problems are heart attack inducing).

You think you have a long way to go, with how your boss is glaring daggers at you- but Bakugou is actually thinking how tf is he supposed to focus on his job know that a pretty little thing like you is right outside his office, tapping away on your computer, essentially managing his life and keeping tabs on him.

Gives you atrocious amounts of work just as an excuse to talk to you instead asking you out for dinner like a normal person. Stupid shit like getting him four cups of coffee that isn’t from the break room. He doesn’t even like coffee. And he almost feels bad if it wasn’t for how hot you look when you’re furious, how you slam the paperwork on his desk (properly filled and organized despite it all), and tell him with burning words and a finger pointed straight at his face:

“I’m your secretary, not your damn errand girl. Make me sort through your fan mail again and I suggest you find my replacement. And fix your attitude- tired of dealing with your collateral damage fees.”

Nose upturned and sharp twist away, you storm out of his office and Bakugou has to thank some higher power that there was a desk between you. He’s so fucking hard it almost making him lightheaded. He would’ve fired anyone else that talked like that to him, but he wants you on his lap with his cock snug to your womb and a tit in his mouth as a proper apology.

Still gives you shit ofc. But it’s a little weird that your salary nearly doubled overnight.

… in the Grandpa Torino AU, Izuku 100% calls All Might ‘Weak Man’ as a kid cause he keeps beating the guy up. And like yeah it’s mostly the man letting him but holy shit is this kid Feral as fuck. Gran loves it and records everything.

He’s moved in with his daughter after her husband fucked off (and Gran tracked him down to kick his ass) and he loves it. It’s how he gets All Might to babysit so much being on site. Inko finds it funny, and goes about her day as normal.

All Might who once had a bite that took three weeks to heal from Izuku knows that kid is going to be a hero one day. He’s kind of proud and feels a bit of vindication. A Quirkless hero. Finally.

Inko did worry about it for like five seconds then found her dad teaching Izuku where to but to cause maximum pain. She decided her son would make it.

Oh god! I'm gonna die! This is amazing!

Some spelling/grammar mistakes though. But still good smut

Thirsty Thursday #46

A soft breeze blows past you as you sit outside on a yoga mat on the big balcony. Looking at the cloudy gray sky you just took it all in that today is finally your first day of vacation. Away from your nagging boss and some of your annoying co-workers. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes you felt your body relax and all you could hear nothing but the wind.

As your body became still you heard a noise coming from behind you. “Thanks for disturbing the peace bird brain” you said joking with your eyes still closed. “Hey now there is no need to treat your newlywed husband.” He smirks as he crotched down towards you and leaned over your shoulder.

“Besides I got this special condo for us for our two-week honeymoon. So, the best thing for you to do is treat me nicely.” He kisses your cheek which made you crack a smirk on the corner of your mouth. “Oh yeah and what’s going to happen if I don’t?” you asked turning your face towards his.

Hawks just smiles as he kisses you on the lips and looks at you. “Keep it up and you’ll soon find out.” You scoffed but you smiled as you gave him another kiss. He just smiles as he stands up and stretches. “Whenever you are done get ready so we can go to dinner. I managed to get in at a very special restaurant that you always wanted to try.”

His words didn’t register right away so you continued to relax on your yoga mat. His words slowly began to play in your mind, and you finally got what he said. Leaving your mat outside you quickly went inside. Hawks was surprised to see you running into the bathroom which only made him grin.

That night you and Hawks celebrated and toasted to a happy marriage. The food, drinks, and the music were something that left you in awe on your way back to the condo. As you and Hawks walked up the front door Hawks stopped for a second. “Something wrong?” you asked. He shook his head as he turned towards you.

“No nothing is wrong. Just happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with the most beautiful person in the world.” He grabs your hand and spins you around before pulling you close to him. “Do you really mean that?” He grabs your cheek into his hand and pulls you close to his face. “Yes I do and I’m going to prove that tonight and everyday from here on out.”

Even with not being too tipsy you didn’t even remember you and Keigo walking inside and strip out of your clothes. That doesn’t mean anything to you since you are now getting your brains scrambled by your husband.

Your back against his chest as you lay on your side. His arm wrapped around your neck and the other wrapped around your leg as he moans sweet nasty things into your ear. “Mmmm this is my wet pussy now and no one else can have it. I’m not letting you go because this pussy was made for me. Ahhh fu-uck come with me baby.”

He could feel your pussy spasming and clenching down on him. Your moans echoed off the walls just like his when he pushed himself as deep as he could go. Now your sweaty bodies lay together in each other embrace as you could feel yourself falling asleep. As you began to pull away from him to get up and go shower he pulled you down and his cock sinks right back into your sensitive pussy.

“I’m not done with you, yet baby. This is only the beginning of the two weeks we are together. I hope you are ready to have your pretty cunt filled to the brim for the next few days.”

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