Sometimes You Just NEED To Be Folded Like A Lawn Chair And Fucked Thoroughly. Just Because Tbh Like Damn.

Dabi has line cook energy.

Has works in a greasy spoon and definitely smokes while he’s cooking energy. No it doesn’t matter that you’ve told him off about it a thousand times over or that it’s a code violation, you aren’t the health department and they aren’t here.

There’s definitely been a few parking lot fights between waitresses that he’s slept with but they’ve mysteriously stopped happening after a while.

He swears it has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with the fact that you iced him out for a good week after the last incident.

I always forget that none of yall know me personally, so that means I can be as slutty and downbad as I want to be with no type of shame at all

tw ! dubcon + free use.

there is just something so crazy about kirishima and free use…

…him being able to lift you up and down on his cock whenever he wants because he’s impatient. going from coaxing you into riding him in the middle of his agency after a shift to grabbing your hips and controlling their pace cause he thinks you’re going too slow, you’re too shy, you’re not taking enough of him at once. he doesn’t take over because you’re tired.

its because eijirou kirishima is used to getting everything he wants with just a sweet smile or a lazy grin. he always, always has his wishes come true.

he doesn’t care that you’re fucked out and slumped, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders while he pumps you full of another load. the third load. you can take it. he’ll make you take it. the base of kirishima’s girthy, meaty cock is coated in a thick layer of cream — the result of your stringy release foaming around him with each thrust. it slings between your bodies, smears over your clit every time your bodies connect and you cry out because you’re so overstimulated and kirishima won’t stop using you.

his pretty baby, his perfect fuckdoll. if you needed him to stop, you’d tell him. but your brain fizzles with such an intense level of desire that all you can do is wail and whine as the man uses all of his strength to plunge deep into your pulsating walls — making sure whatever he has to give you, sticks.

kirishima wants you messy wherever possible, whenever possible. even if he has to do all of the hard work himself, even if it makes you cry from those angel eyes as they blink up at him weakly, even if he has to coo a little praise into your ear “that’s it sweet thing, just a little more f’me. let it all out, cover me in it. s’pretty,” just to get you to cum and clench around him, milk his heavy cock until there’s nothing left.

and you’ll let him do it all, because eijirou’s got you trained to adore being used by him — it’s written all over your dopey face and in the hearts that sparkle in your teary eyes <3

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ever since you got your back tattoo eren only wants to fuck you from behind. p in v, mention of size training, eren is kind of whiny, 18+ had girl with the tattoo blasting while i wrote this, let’s imagine eren’s stroke in time with that beat *drools*. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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the girl with the tattoo

ever since you'd gotten your back tatted, eren always insisted you two do doggy-style. it started off as a joke, but you soon realized how much he enjoyed it. he loved watching your muscles flex with each thrust, and seeing your ink in all its glory. you knew his reasoning behind it, but you couldn't lie, you loved the way he fucked you numb from behind. the way his own tatted hands roamed over your back, tracing the lines of your tattoo, sent shivers down your spine. each touch always felt electrifying, a mix of pleasure and a reminder of the art that adorned your skin. his intense gaze, filled with admiration and desire, making every moment feel even more intimate and raw.

and now here you were, flushed face planted into the sheets, ass raised up in the air. eren had just finished prepping you, and his cock was now pushing into your hole. the first few inches were always a stretch, but after that the pleasure began to take over. eren is fucking huge, so girthy and thick, you don't know how you ever managed to take him at first. but now, you were taking his length like a champ after size training.

“fuck you look so good,” he’s grunting animalistic as he rolls into your soppy velvety walls, the squeeze making his head spin. tears threaten to spill as his hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your doughy flesh, leaving temporary imprints. his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one hitting your cervix sweetly.

“oh my god you’re so fuckin’ wet.” the sight of you glossing him so prettily makes his head lull back in ecstasy. “all f-for you pa.” you’re full on panting, gripping the silk sheets for solace as he stabs into you. “want you to fill me up, make me a m-mommy.” he loves when you talk to him like this. and it’s evident that it spurs him on, his thrust almost painful now as he chases his high. it’s almost pathetic when he cums before you, whining, shaking, pace sloppy.

it’s amusing hearing the six-foot inked man fall apart above you. “fuck—m’sorry,” he whines, spurting his load inside of you until it seeps out. “so sorryyy,” he slurs, still recovering from the toe-curling orgasm. “i-it’s—“ you don’t have time to finish your sentence before he’s propping your ass back up.

“s-shut up, let me take care of you.”

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When your professors Gojo, Geto, Nanami and Toji notice your grades slipping, they call you in for what you thought was going to be a talk.

A small lump forming in your throat as four tall men towered over you, arms crossed with serious faces before Gojo took a step your way. His finger finding its way under your chin with a tilted head. “Got anything you wanna tell us baby?”

Toji and Geto shared a scoff when you shook your head no, tugging at the short skirt on your thighs with your head held low. They knew about your little boyfriend. And how you were letting him corrupt your pretty innocence. That was their job.

“You sure about that sweetheart?” Toji pressed, folding up the sleeves of his shirt while the others followed suit. The large man backing you into the wooden desk as dark eyes met yours. “Seems we have to force an answer from you hmm?” He smirked, using his knee to spread your thighs making you whimper, feeling another hand holding your wrists together.

Toji’s lips met your neck, Gojo shrugging off his tie to bind your wrists while Geto twisted his around your neck. Nanami watching the scene through his glasses as he leaned back onto another desk.

“You look so pretty like this.” Gojo hummed, running his thumb over your lip and onto your cheek. Geto’s hand raking through your hair to pull it up into a ponytail. You swallowed hard, lashes batting in faux innocence as you were pushed to your knees, gazing up at the tall men while clenching your thighs.

“‘M sorry.” You mumbled shyly, eyes widening when Nanami came up to you. A grip on your hair as he stooped to your level. “Good.”

It wasn’t long until you found yourself mewling with tear filled eyes as you were fucked on both ends. Sat on Geto’s lap with his cock in your ass while Gojo thrusted into your wet pussy. Taking turns to sloppily suck on both Toji and Nanami.

Toji pulling tightly at the tie around your neck, forcing you to take him all the way down your throat as you spluttered messily. Nanami stroking your hair sweetly when your tears began to fall.

You’re first being pumped full of their cum, wide grins spread across their faces as they turned you around, taking turns roughly hammering into your sensitive cunt or fucking your throat. Your tears turning them on even further as your skirt was bunched higher around your waist.

“This pussy’s all ours baby, don’t know why you thought you could give it away.” Geto grunted, thrusts harsh and brutal as you rocked back and forth on the desk. Your whiny cries filling the room as you tugged at your restraints.

They fuck you in all positions, manhandling your body to their liking to fuck you deep, cocks bulging in your stomach as they threatened to break past your cervix’s entrance. Thick girths stretching you out to bully your g spot.

They go on until you’re stuffed to the brim, pussy leaking the thick white substance in lewd spurts when they’re done with you. Nanami removing his drenched tie from your lips that he used to gag you silent.

They don’t let you leave the office, making you put back on your panties to trap their cum in you. Sat on Nanami’s lap as the man rubbed gently at your clit, coaxing you to another orgasm as he questioned you about your new ‘boyfriend.’

That was one way to make you talk. Though they’d make sure you never spoke to the boy again.

THIS!!!

Reader that kidnaps heroes and presents them to their number one fans, blindfolded and dosed with aphrodisiacs

"miss attorney" and "miss bodyguard"

"serious, overworked ceo" and "serious, overworked surgeon"

i rest my case.

Some more steamy things - this time our all time favorite: Nanami. I guess he's not used to being tied up like this, but he'll make an exception for you. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

being awoken by a young nanami please to get ready for a mission!

I love writing young Nanami but prefer to not write smut off of him underaged but I can totally see him as that dorky guy that all the girls secretly crush on hehe

(wc: 486)

You groan, rolling over in your sheets as the sound of gentle knocks upon your door. “5 more minutes.”

“We need to go,” a soft voice replies. You hear the footsteps that you knew all too well. Kento Nanami, your partner, best friend with occasional benefits. He was the stability you needed in life. He was rational, level-headed and focused on the task at hand. You weren’t sure why he kept you around this often, often slowing down the mission with your antics and stunts.

He watches your face of peaceful slumber, using a finger to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We’re going to get in trouble if we are late again.”

His voice was soft, never scolding or irritated. He truly cherished his partner. You were smart enough to know his tenderness came from a place that was different than just being his partner. He didn’t treat his other classmates like this. With you, it was different.

You didn’t want this life. You hated sorcery. But Nanami made it more bearable. Truthfully, you wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for your partner, always putting your needs above his.

“Come on, let’s go,” he groans, sliding his hands beneath your legs to lift you from your warm cocoon. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face on his chest. His uniform smelled of his husky cologne, always so polished and put together, even as a teen. He smiles at the soft, sleepy whines that escape you. He was beginning to think you did this on purpose.

“Up you go,” he lifts you to your feet, using his larger hands to stabilize you by your waist.

You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finally blink your eyes awake. “Good morning,” you mumble.

“It’s 12 in the afternoon.”

“Eh,” you wave your hands as you open your drawers, searching for a clean uniform. He sits on your bed, watching as you pull your clothes out of your drawer and toss them onto the ground.

“You should start setting your clothes out the night before,” he says.

You turn your face to him with narrow eyes, “You can shut it.”

He chuckled, leaning backwards as you slid your shirt over your head. He was used to your sudden lack of clothing after the many mornings of him waking you up. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t spent many evenings after missions entangled in each other's limbs under the sheets.

Still, he watched with intent as you dressed in your uniform. You slid your skirt over your hips, searching for your bag in a hurry as you tossed it over your shoulder and dash out of the door.

“Ken, we’re gonna be late!” You shout down the hall.

He groans, peeling himself off of the couch to chase after you in his usual fashion, “You’re going to kill me, someday.”

i don’t care what anyone says, omegaverse is hot.

like oh no, i’m so crazy about you that my pussy is literally drooling when i’m near you and it’s making you even crazier? and you’re getting all possessive and needy just because of my scent? and we gotta fuck raw and nasty until we pass out or else we’ll burn? and you’re gonna mount me while we’re at it too?

oh no, what’s that; a knot? you’re gonna stuff me full with it to make sure all your cum stays inside me while you sink your teeth into my neck and claim me as your mate? okay!