Plslskkdd No Cus I Headcannon That He Can Be Really Pervy Sometimes And His Need To Learn And The Craving

Plslskkdd no cus I headcannon that he can be really pervy sometimes and his need to learn and the craving for information doesn't stop when he thinks about his partners body nsmdjfbnf like he wants to mf STUDY them like they're a new constellation NAKLDJDNNFNFBF

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Day 2 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: while visiting to drop off your husband's bento, he pulls you into his lap to give himself a little stress relief during work.

Props to my beta for today @sasualblxd - thank you so much again! <3

-1,055 words.

Buff, muscled arms hold you down by your waist, circled around you and sat firmly in place. The both of you sit in his office at work, the bento box you had dropped by to gift him with sat waiting for him on the desk neatly, set aside for lunch.

Daylight spills through the gaps in the blinds while the sound of pen scratching on paper is filtered to the back of your mind, the only thing occupying your thoughts right now being your husband.

Keening whines slip past your bitten, plumped lips as you shift on Izuku's lap, causing a hand to trail back to your waist from where it was rested at your belly and hold you firmly. You can't even see if you've affected him in the slightest.

His breath on your neck is even, though it still raises the tiny hairs there and gives you goosebumps. It feels like every sense has been dialed all the way up to eleven, every press of his chest against your back or twitch of his fingers setting you alight.

Warmth pools in Izuku's lap, where the two of you are currently connected, and you have no idea how the poor man's jeans are going to survive the flow of slick that leaks down his cock. You're soaked.

You had soaked through your underwear before he even took his pants off.

It was just a nice, simple gesture. Bring him his lunch, because he left it on the counter on accident. You didn't mean for it to turn into this.

He had beckoned you closer with a curl of his fingers as you were just about to leave, taking your wrist in his hand and guiding you slowly to sit on his lap. At first you were a little bit bashful, giggling at him and telling him to get on with his work, but then his expression had darkened. He gave you a mischievous smirk that had you melting in seconds, and for a minute you're stuck thinking about how much he's grown from that shy, awkward boy into someone much more confident, more himself.

That is, until you felt his lips press a soft kiss at your neck, accompanied by a hand up your skirt. Immediately you were bright red, eyes wide and jaw clamped shut as his hand slid further up your thigh. The pads of his fingers were a little rough from scarring, but otherwise soft and very gentle against smooth skin, carressing stretch marks as they ascended.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, his fingers pressed against the soft fabric of your new underwear and slowly massaged the warmth beneath. It didn't take much for your breath to shorten and your underwear to darken with slick, and your legs shook a little as you sat across his lap, half facing him. You slapped your hands over your face to hide your expression, and keep him from observing you, but that just wouldn't do for him, and he easily pulled the offending appendages away. Sometimes you forget how much muscle is hidden beneath that baby-face of his.

He chuckled at your squirmy reaction, tearful eyes locking with his and giving him that much more satisfaction. He really could be a horrible tease when he wanted to.

The hand at your pussy started to rub a little harder, pressing down over the panties to dip into you a little and leave you grinding down against his lap and fingers for more, and soon enough he was pushing your panties aside to slip two thick fingers inside of you without saying a word, busying himself with leaving dark hickeys at your neck and covering every inch of skin with a kiss.

Your mouth finally opened in a silent moan, and a hand reached back up to cover your mouth so that his co-workers in the neighboring rooms didn't hear anything suspicious, and luckily Izuku didn't seem to have a problem with that while he worked on fingering you open.

His breath had started to get short too, and you had most definitely picked up on the bulge that was pressed up against your ass.

He's always loved every second of having his fingers inside of you to feel the soft, spongey walls and the twitching of your insides around his digits, left sensitive from the scarring even after all these years. But he didn't mourn the loss of the feeling once he pulled them out, rubbing his fingers and thumb together and smirking at you while he exposed your juices, watching in amusement as you turned your head away and shut your eyes out of sheer embarrassment.

Now, you're sat facing forward on his thick cock while he does his paperwork, writing reports for recent missions and putting his signature on damage or rescue forms.

Another bead of slick rolls down to pool at his balls and he shivers at the feeling. He can't get enough of it when you're dripping around him, and he can't help but be proud of how fast he had you soaking through your underwear for him. That must be a new record.

"Good girl..."

His voice is smooth and shows no sign of desperation or tension even as his cock twitches inside of you, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your core and causing another wave of slick to leak from you. Izuku sighs at the feeling of your warmth pooling around the tip of his dick and your insides spasming around him, every small twitch taking him closer to his orgasm.

Pink lips shine and catch the light as your tongue darts out to lick them, and you grind down against him once more to feel that pleasure, your back arching and your thighs squeezing together, but you still receive little to no reaction until he's done, and his hands rub circles on your waist and pull your hair out of your face gently.

"Okay, baby. You want some more?~"

His smile is soft and genuine as he peeks his head forward for you to see him, and his chin rests on your neck. The greenete's voice is smooth like butter and peppy as always, but there's an undertone of lust and hunger that you just know is there, lurking behind innocent freckles and kind eyes.

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Day 9 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou's never been this vulnerable with you before, but you find yourself loving it.

920 words.

'What the fuck?'

These are your first thoughts as you're smacked right in the cheek with Eijirou's dick.

You had been getting awefully heated during what was only supposed to be a quick makeout session between you and your boyfriend of one year. That was, until you started to focus your attention a little more south.

Kirishima always wears loose pants. That's one thing you know about him. He can't stand tight pants. You've also never seen him wear the infamous grey sweats either, regrettably. That would be some real eye-candy right there, you muse.

There was one other thing, too. He always got nervous when you mentioned taking off his pants. Any and all attempts at getting frisky with your boyfriend were shot down with a strained "maybe later" or "I don't think I'm ready...".

Really, you had never had any problems with it. Sure, it was a little frustrating when it would leave you pretty much high and dry, but you never, ever thought to take it out on him. He's ready when he's ready, and that's all there is to it. Until now.

If you knew this was what he was hiding under here, you probably would've said something a little sooner.

All this time, your boyfriend has been hiding an absolute monster away from you, not even letting you have a taste.

A flushed face as red as his hair hides behind large, nearly kept hands as Kirishima avoids any and all eye contact with you. You thought he may have gained confidence when he finally told you that you could get his pants off, but apparently not, since he now refuses to show his face.

"I-is it too much?... I knew you'd hate it- I just don't want to hurt you! God- w-what if you break!?"

What on God's green Earth is this man talking about?

"Huh? Hate it? Eijirou, after all this fuss I was starting to think maybe you had genital warts or something- or maybe a dick roughly the size of a cornflake- n-not this!"

Wide eyes only blink at you in surprise and confusion, but then melts into pleasure the second your warm, wet tongue licks a fat stripe down the underside of his length.

Fuck. He could literally cum right now from just seeing that lewd display, but he has to hold himself together. Though, with every passing second, and each kitten lick to his aching girth, he finds himself unraveling. Each little kiss and stroke chips away at his control and he soon finds himself struggling not to throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that the walls shake.

Meanwhile, you continue to press tentative licks and kisses to Eijirou's cock, heavy and throbbing in your hand. The slit weeps a slow por of precum, the head all red and neglected until you fit just the tip in your mouth, sending involuntary shivers up and down your boyfriend's spine. Tonight, you're going to show your boyfriend just how blessed he truly is.

As you stand back up again, leaving him needy and panting for you, his eyes follow your form, lingering on your breasts and hips, and he finds his fingers twitching with the sudden urge to hold you there.

Red eyes zone in on your figure like a hawk, thick, strong hands embracing you and dragging you down to rest atop his built, rock hard chest, and immediately Eijirou's last defences are down when he sees just how irresistible your tits look squished against his pecs.

Eijirou is usually such a gentle lover, layering your skin with butterfly kisses and affectionate nips that always look so delightful come morning, but neither of you have ever gone this far with eachother, and when he's got three fingers working their way into your tight cunt it almost seems that he's gone completely feral.

"Fuck-! Eiji! Give it to me-..."

Who is he to keep you waiting?

Barely an inkling of colour flashes in his eyes, overtaken by pupils blown out with lust, and the sight is met with another wave of liquid heat pooling beneath your legs, coating his fingers in your slick.

Once he finally deems you ready, his fingers are pulled from you without remorse, leaving you empty and needy until his lubed up head pressed up against you, slowly pushing inside of you and stretching out velvety walls.

The stretch is painful at first, causing your face to scrunch in a way that has his heart fluttering for you, little tears blossoming in your eyes and shining like gemstones.

A rough but comforting thumb wipes your tears away before they can properly fall, and your boyfriend graciously gives you a few seconds to get accustomed to the sting of his girth before he's bottoming out.

He pants and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating on not cumming the second he's fully engulfed by your hot cunt, and loose red strands fall past his shoulders as he bucks into you, chasing the same pleasure he got when you squeezed around him earlier.

With time, his cock is easier to take, and it's at this point where you begin to doubt that anything or anyone would ever be enough for you after this. Could you really go back to tiny vibrators after finally getting a taste of this?

"T-tell me if- Ah-! -if I'm hurting you-..."

It's a little late for that, you think, but he's just so adorable that you can't bear to hold it against him.

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Day 11 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou loves you so much, he just can’t help but fuck you stupid.

Props to my beta reader for today @lovinglyselfish - thank you for your amazing help! Drop ‘em a follow! :)

515 words.

The majority of your night is spent pressed underneath your himbo boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima, covered in sweat and out of breath. His hot, rock solid chest is pressed flush against your back as he fucks you raw, sharp teeth nipping and kissing at your neck and ear.

It’s like he’s in a daze, mumbling precious little “I love you”s and leaving evidence of his touch all over your neck and shoulders in the form of bite marks and dark hickeys that are sure to kick up quite the fuss in the morning. He fucks into you at a pace that has you aching all over, the rough slide of his dick against your pussy walls making even more of your slick drip down onto the sheets and run down his legs. He pants loudly and each quiet whimper that you hear from behind you has you squirming and clenching around him.

You’re so happy that he feels good, and that he wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside of you late in the night until the sun peeks through the slight gap in your curtains. It’s his favourite stress relief, to fuck you stupid like this.

Well defined hipbones, seemingly carved out of marble slam into your plush ass as he pistons his hips at a bruising pace. It’s been hours. Sweat drips down your brow and off the cupids bow of your lips, down to soak into the pillow, and you feel little droplets of what you assume is either sweat or your own juices running down the back of your thighs and pooling in the little dip at the back of your knees.

Exhaustion pulls at your heavy eyelids as your body is rocked forward with each powerful thrust, and you can’t think. Eijirou must’ve dumped his load inside of you without pause at least four times by now, but you lost count after the third hour. by your guess, you’ve been manoeuvred around the room and fucked on every possible surface for the last four and a half hours, and by now all you can do is moan like a pornstar and cry on your lovers cock.

You can feel him in your belly and you don’t even have the sense to be thankful that you’re on birth control. You want him to breed you full and keep you stuffed with his cum for the rest of your life. The only thing on your mind is him, and how good he makes you feel when he slams forward, pushing you into the bed and filling you up as yet another orgasm has you sobbing and biting your pillow, clenching around him and shaking almost violently. Your cunt spasms around Eijirou’s, now spent, cock and every movement from his end has you tightening so hard it’s almost painful. 

Oversensitivity has you closing your thighs and trembling, mass amounts of cum and slick leaking from around his quickly softening dick, nestled comfortably inside of you, and you can’t even think to be happy that now you can get some much needed rest.

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It doesn't matter if you were trying to be nice about it. I'm really not in the practice of saying "aw wow they weren't as rude as they could've been" like. No.

Feel free to reblog my post if you want the same rule to apply to your own blog, because criticism that isn't constructive, is destructive! And can embarrass/discourage people actually posting what they want to!

For people that need to hear this, criticism is not welcome unless it is constructive.

Fair enough. If what some people write isn't for you, then power to you. You can read what you want, welcome to the internet.

But sending shit like "okayyyyyyy I'm not even gonna finish this, you're a really talented writer and all but this is NOT for me" is not at all nice, and is actually a slap in the face. :)

Just letting you know, that although you can say what you want, this is still my blog and I absolutely have the right to tell you what is allowed here.

Criticism. Is. Not. Welcome. Unless. It's. Constructive.

Many people would read this and be put off from writing altogether, so unless you have some genuine advice on how to fix what you think is wrong with my writing, please keep it to yourself. <3

Ps. "You're a really talented writer and all" is a half-hearted pleasantry that doesn't make anybody feel any better.

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literally crying and sobbing and shitting rn my cat dropped a worm in my bed w/o me knowing and I SAT ON IT I thought it was food and I picked it up like Ew what the fuck is that spaghetti??? I T WAS. A WOMR I'm actuall gonna cry I piCKED IT UP AND LITERALLY HURLED IT AROSS TH ROOM

taking a break from writing for today after I post my last draft that is too much trauma for one day thank you

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Day 14 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Nothing feels better than having him grovel at your feet.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

581 words.

Nothing feels better than this. Nothing feels... More empowering, than having the great Katsuki Bakugou sniveling at your feet, reduced to tears over a ruined orgasm.

Okay, maybe you are just a little bit of a sadist, so what?

"Oh, I have the perfect present for you, baby boy."

Voice dripping with smug amusement, you taunt him. Who would've thought that such a prideful firecracker would like being put down and humbled. Right now he kneels on the floor, his head resting on your bare knees while fresh tears clear pathways down plush cheeks. He still has some baby fat there, you muse. Cute.

It hadn't taken very long to get all dolled up this morning, and now you sit on the edge of your bed, clad in a skimpy skirt and halter top while your brick wall boyfriend worships you on his hands and knees.

He raises his head to look at you at the sound of a little bell ringing while you pull a cute little bow out of your fluffy jacket pocket. A dog collar.

'A dog collar? Really!?' He can't deny the way that his dick twitches in his sweats, chubbing against the flat of your foot where it rests on him like he's a footstool. This is humiliating for him, and he can't get enough. Even fully clothed, he feels naked and vulnerable under your cold glare. It's refreshing to be stripped bare of his protective walls at the end of the day and rebuilt by the one he trusts the most in this entire world. Katsuki Bakugou wants you to ruin him.

And ruin him you will.

"Isn't it so pretty, baby? It's even got a little bell so I always know where you are~" Your tone is light- teasing, even. He wants more.

"Shall I put it on you?" His eyes are wide, pupils blown with lust and anticipation. His adam's apple, adorned with various bite marks and faded hickeys, bobs in his throat as he gulps audibly, parting dry lips for a shaky breath.

"Y-yes please."

"Then beg."

His eyes widen and he visibly shivers. You can feel his dick at full mast beneath your foot, twitching to attention as a little whimper catches your ear.

"Please- please! Let me wear it- I've been good! Please? Just- just let me- please... I'm begging! I'm begging you, I- please let me wear it for you..."

He's desperate, clamouring for your approval while you smirk down at him. It's a truly beautiful sight as he becomes your pathetic little pet behind closed doors. In this moment, he is yours, in both mind and body.

With a snicker you unclip the collar, fastening it gently around his neck and caressing his jaw when you finally pull your hands away, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Your lipstick leaves a print on his skin, marking him as yours and it brings a cruel smile to your lips when you study it.

"There's a good boy. And guess what good boys get? They get a reward~"

He could cum in his pants if he weren't straining to hold back while you take his hand in yours, his arm heavy with muscle. Slowly, you guide his hand under your shirt to let him cup the curve of your breast under your bra, prompting him to squeeze and bringing a familiar heat between your legs.

If he's lucky, you may let him get what he's begging for.

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