Head Empty, Only Thinking About How When You Go To Kiss Him, You Cup His Cheeks In Your Hands And Gently

You know how tighnari goes into heat right? Can you imagine if male reader is actually teasing him saying, 'oh my~ dude can't even stop being horny lmao!' or 'aww what a cute fox being horny, can imagine you begging on the ground!' and just making fun of his heat jokingly

And then he got enough of it, so when his heat came. He just pushes male reader to the ground and shows him who's the one is going to turn into a mess

Anyway this is like 8. In the morning and weirdly enough, I am curious to see mad and Dom tighnari

tighnari nsfw drabble 11

cw: amab!reader, bratty reader, tighnari’s in heat

nsfw content below, dni if uncomfortable

aren’t you mischievous, poking fun at a clearly suffering man! he’s humiliated by your incessant teasing, burying his face into his hands. you glide your hands over his tail, his ears, and you’re even so cruel enough to lightly tug at them. he tries to swat your hands away with an uncharacteristically strained smile. he can’t stand this. what man could? but patience is a virtue, and he’s sure to take his revenge once the perfect moment arrives.

yet as you’re laid underneath him with your clothes almost ripped to shreds by his near inhuman claws, you can’t help but tease him. you coo at how cute he looks when he’s irritated, how he must be so desperate to fuck you. well fuck you he did, making sure to dig his nails a little deeper into your hips.

“you’re a lot more bearable to listen to like this.” tighnari scowled, his ears flattened against his head. “my ears are sensitive, i’ve told you many times.” he wants to be gentle to you, he knows he should. he salivates just looking at your weeping cock, and it takes everything for him to not stop fucking you and to suck you dry instead. but every man has his limits, and he will not make exceptions.

how many years late am i? far enough tbh… i hope to get back on track with writing!! i am a little rusty to say the least, not to mention i’m not totally familiar with tighnari. i apologize if this is REALLY ooc!!!

— habit

based on an ask i got but accidentally deleted by @heathertheheathen123456

cw: minors dni, fwb!, smut sorta lol

you haven’t seen him in two weeks. which some people would say is fair, he’s not your boyfriend but now you’re used to bakugou katsuki. he’s part of your routine and there’s nothing worse about having a human being as a habit. especially one that’s a professional hero.

he’s a habit that you only see at night, in your bed, sometimes your sofa when you guys can’t make it to your room. sometimes he turns up to your house freshly showered and refreshed, just to have his face between your legs and leave after. sometimes he’s tired and exhausted after work, dirt smudged on his nose and to his luck you’ll get down on your knees for him.

you usually see him twice a week but now you’re about to start clawing the walls, twitching to get this man back in your house. you’ve not seen him for two weeks now, due to simple busy schedules on both sides. you’ve even got your phone out to text a guy you were seeing before bakugou but you threw your phone back on your bed in a huff. bakugou katsuki’s dick in particular is a habit.

which is why when he’s buried deep in you, hitting your sweetest spots with your knees by your temples, you’re ready to smash the phone that keeps violently ringing on your bedside table.

the man above you groans, punctuating with a thrust that has your back arching off the bed. there’s a shiny film on his forehead from the overwhelmed, overstimulated feeling he gets from you. you’re soft, you’re beautiful, you need him. bakugou just wants to enjoy you, pleasure you and perhaps have you come on his tongue right after.

but no, his fucking work phone keeps ringing and vibrating against the wood right next to framed photo of you and your friends.

“bakugou,” you whine, extending the last syllable of his name. despite your next comment, you cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he thrusts again. “answer the phone before i smash it.”

bakugou gnaws down on his bottom lip, stuffing his head in your neck to flick his hips into you. he knows what a phone call from his work phone means, he also knows it’s definitely not something he should be letting go to voicemail repeatedly. people are probably under attack somewhere but imagining pulling out you now feels close to hellish.

“for fuck sake,” he says through gritted teeth.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble mindlessly, kissing behind his ear. bakugou’s chest warms as you softly blink at him. he should be the one saying that to you.

instead he grabs the vibrating device, vividly feeling his brain switching to hero mode. he just wants a day off with you.

“what?” he growls.

your eyes widen at the voice through the receiver, you’ve never heard anyone speak to bakugou like that. perhaps maybe you once when you woke up one morning and noticed the necklace of bruises he left around your neck.

“why the fuck aren’t you picking up your phone? we need you in the east side of the city, your team’s already been dispatched,”

the voice continues ranting at bakugou and to everyone’s surprise, bakugou barely says a word. he just stares down at your face, the softness, the disappointment yet understanding in your eyes. then between your bodies, where you’re both joined. he rubs his thumb over your clit once before pulling out, snapping hard as a pole against his chest. you gasp at the emptiness but bakugou tries to make up for it covering you with a blanket and shaking his head slowly.

“yeah, i’m fuckin’ comin’. i’ll set a plan when i arrive.”

he hangs up with a sigh, rubbing his hand across his face. you linger on his muscled chest, his tense shoulders and the hard thick limb standing shiny with your slick. you guess having men as sexy as this in your bed comes with its drawbacks like him needing to save the world before either of you get to come.

“fuck, i’m sorry sweetheart,” he says and you feel molten. he pulls on his underwear, not bothering to clean you off him and yanks on his jeans. he leans over your bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “i can come over after if you’re not asleep or tomorrow?”

he feels as if he’s pleading, close to begging. pausing for a moment for your answer. there’s no time for waiting and he can’t seem to get that through his hero head yet. you understand the pressure though.

“probably tomorrow, no worries. it comes with having routines with proheros, right?” you smile tucking the blanket right under your chin.

he tugs on his tshirt, “okay, cool. i’ll text you.” awkwardness settles in as he walks towards your bedroom door, about to grab his boots to dart out.

“okay.” you bite down on your lip, “i’m gonna be thinking about you while i fix the problem you left.”

bakugou’s pupils darken and you notice how he grips your door frame, “don’t test me sweetheart, you know i’m still hard for you.” he grunts, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“see you.”

then your habit is out the door to save the city.

i know i'm talking about gojo "u cryin?" satoru here, but hear me out bc i just don't think he'd ever be okay with his girl crying because of him unless it's from his dick downs ukno. he loves his lil crybaby in tears from taking him, but arguments? the second the crying starts, it's abort mission. his irritation has to dissolve bc his baby needs him okay. immediately, he's got you in his arms, peppering your forehead and temples with kiss after kiss. it's always "no no no no no," when your lips sink into a pout and start trembling. it's always "baby, c'mon please don't cry," when your eyes well up with tears. it's always tight hugs and "you know i hate when my baby cries," whenever your little sniffles start. like. that man is not sitting by and letting you hurt over him. he'd sooner perish. this is a hill i will die and rot on.

My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Story Masterlist

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Story Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Hidden Child Trope, Childhood Friends to Lovers

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi

From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation.

Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same.

Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

[Chapter 1] Ikebana

[Chapter 2] Time

[Chapter 3] Reunion

[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

[Chapter 5] Evening Off

[Chapter 6] Explanations

[Chapter 7] The Secretary

[Chapter 8] Unanswered Questions

[Chapter 9] Tantrum

[Chapter 10] Late Nights

[Chapter 11] Date

[Chapter 12] Appropriate Behavior

[Chapter 13] No Regrets

[Chapter 14] Long-Awaited

[Chapter 15] Ren The Cat

[Chapter 16] Justifications

[Chapter 17] Father And Son

[Chapter 18] Preparing for Vacation

[Chapter 19] Late Night Shenanigans

[Chapter 20] Beach Day

[Chapter 21] The Right Decision

[Chapter 22] Upset

[Chapter 23] Apologies

[Chapter 24] The Truth

[Chapter 25] Shared Birthday

[Chapter 26]

Ex-boyfriend Bakugou is heavy on the mind this evening.

Imagine you’ve been broken up with Bakugou for a few years now, and outside smalltalk between mutual friends, awkward gatherings and the photographs you see of each other on social media you’ve had barely any contact with each other.

So imagine your surprise when you get a call from Dynamight’s agency— and you hate yourself for the way your heart pulses at the thought that it could be Bakugou calling you. Instantly deflated when you hear the solumn voice of someone at his agency on the other end of the line, the realisation dawns on you that he’d forgotten to change his emergency contact as they begin to describe what had happened to him.

And even though you’re not together and it’s practically been years, you find yourself rushing across Musutafu to find him. Blurting your name across the desk to the poor lady at the hospital as she guides you towards his room— already imagining all these macabre scenarios in your head about what you’ll find.

Dating Bakugou over the years meant you’d definitely seen the man at his worst, from broken bones, comas, life saving operations, and even the after affects of some quirks that were more hindrances than anything else (one in particular which had his quirk coming out as little flowers for the next twenty four hours— you’d managed to make some floral arrangements for the entire house using them. Something that Bakugou hadn’t been too happy about.) but nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

Your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. Sitting on the edge of the bed looking perfectly fine, save for a few cuts and bruises against his sooty skin. Crimson eyes widening in surprise when he noticed you lingering in the doorway, your feet not brave enough to step over the boundary.

And it takes everything in his power to stop himself from tearing out the IV drip that’s coursing through his veins and bounding over to wrap you in a fierce hug.

“They shouldn’ta called you.” He grumbles, obviously realising why you’re here. Knowing that it’s more from obligation than anything else.

im sad so heres toru fuckin u after an argument.

the bed creaks under your shared weight. it only merges with the sounds of your breathy moans and skin connecting together. your legs are spread around his waist, his slutty waist that your legs easily wrap around. your fairly squared nails drag up and down his back, leaving marks that you know is going to show up angrily tomorrow.

his face rests in the crook of your neck. he’s breathing heavily onto your skin while he fucks all of his bottled up emotions into your pussy. his tongue occasionally darts out of his mouth to lick at your neck and his lips follow suit, sucking on the spot he licked. there are tears brimming in both you and his eyes. you almost broke up with him. he almost broke up with you. almost, almost, almost.

he pushes and pulls away his hips rhythmically, never losing the pattern. his dick fills your pussy up just right, scratching that spot you will probably never be able to reach alone with just your fingers. he fucks you like a man, like he means it.

“right there—right there!” you gasp. your eyes are rolling back and your legs are shaking already. maybe the adrenaline from the argument has you finishing so quickly. you stop dragging your hands and instead press the tips of your fingernails into his skin.

satoru hisses out a curse word. your nails digging into his skin accompanied with your pussy clenching tightly around his dick has his own eyes rolling back. needy whimpers escape from his throat as his pace speeds up and he thrusts desperately into you. you’re whining and crying under him from overstimulation but he can’t stop. not when he’s so close. not when you tested his patience so disobediently just some minutes ago.

your pussy is creaming and getting all over his dick and the sheets. you’re making such a mess around him and he loves it. no matter how much you say you hate him, your pussy will forever say otherwise.

suddenly, you’re trying to push his head up so that you could be face to face with your lover. “kiss. wan’ kiss, toru.” your voice so desperate and soft, it’s almost hypnotic.

he’s quickly raising his head and smashing his lips on yours. the kiss is clashing as moans and curses slip out from the both of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, barely giving you any room to breathe. while he busies your mouth, his right hand searches for yours and was he finds it, he’s immediately intertwining his slender fingers with yours.

when he pulls his lips away from yours, a thin line of spit follows suit and quickly breaks away. satoru bites down on his lip as he focuses back on thrusting into your wetness. him looking at you low-lidded and a flush on his face has your pussy throbbing.

“i love you, baby.” he breathes out before catching your lips once again. instead of tongue kissing, he gives you a series of kisses that has your lips sizzling. your stomach clenches, and the feeling of butterflies floating around has you breathing heavy.

“i love you more.” you’re giving him that needy look that his his balls clenching and his back arching slightly as he realizes he’s about to cum.

“so fuckin’ p-perfect. ‘mma get my shit together.” he promises. it comes out rushed as he brings his face back to your neck to leave more marks. he begins promising and babbling sweet nothings as his orgasm crashes over him. “baby.” he repeats with a loud moan as his balls drain inside your pussy.

argument be dammed, there’s no way you would ever let him go and vice versa. you’re his just as much as he’s yours.

haikyuu movie was craaaaazy

i’ve had this in my phone for almost year. pls take it.

gojo who accidentally puts up infinity when you overstimulate him.

he doesn’t mean to, its only a natural response to the overwhelming feeling that sends him twitching and yelping to no end. but then your hand is suddenly getting moved away from him by an invisible force, trying to shield him from the pain. and you just stare at him in surprise as he body heaves to catch a breathe.

his cock is a milky shade of white from how much he has cummed on himself, and you can’t help but find it cute and want to abuse it some more. so you glance up at him, pressing your finger as close as you can and purr his name.

it sends the white haired man snapping his head back to you. and even while he trembles and pants, he can see the look in your eyes. and so he gulps and hiccups an apology before focusing just enough to remove infinity.

alas he seems to regret it immediately as a pained cry is let out from when your hand wraps around his swollen, overstimulated tip. but at least he got you to coo at him for being so good.