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it is KILLING me that i don't know what the fuck is happening with lamby. i love this fucking thing that's her baby

In my head Toga is Shouto's nemesis because he's jealous of her relationship with Dabi hehehe

jazz! @juhuachai "optimal posting times" "stagger your posts" if you see me you see me. it's in gods hands and i am not praying 7:57 PM • 02 Mar 23

bads does this thing where he writes like. nobody is necessarily topping or bottoming everyone is just fucky and it's my favorite thing in the world. i love it so much wtf.

I was tasked to make the cover for the nsfw digital add-on of @tamakizine.bsky.social and I get to show it now that the preorders are open~ check out the shop for more of the beautiful boy! 💜
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bnha // nsfw

the rainy mornings im having right now make me think about serokami having lazy morning sex 😩

so real there was college sports radio on at my job and i turned that shit off so fast. peas on earf

submissive tops but submissive as in a still in-training dog who gets too excited sometimes, loses control, and fucks the bottom way too rough

NSFW #gego / trans gojo / cunnilingus

/rap rap rap rap rap/.

satoru groans, instantly upright and aware under the six eyes' gaze, but groggy, unhappy to be pulled from his sleep. the cursed energy behind the door is easily recognizable, and for a moment, he wonders why he even—

very real, i have exceptional grammar knowledge but i do NOT know what that shit is called or why it's bad or isn't bad i just Know. It Is Known. It was revealed to me in a dream. idk bitch trust me!!!

like my thread boy

omg i forgot to post i got this guy at ecchi expo!!! he's in a box somewhere i need to find him

the oomf you forget is sexy as fuck

posted!

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when satoru stumbles into class, suguru doesn't look at him, but there's a pretty little box and a steaming cup from his favorite bakery on satoru's desk, and satoru devours the offering with pink cheeks and a strange swooping sensation in his gut.

they don't talk about it.

satoru does just that, happy in suguru's arms.

suguru is gone in the morning, but the residuals of his cursed energy and the slight scent of his soap, his body, linger in satoru's sheets, the only thing that lets him know that the night before was more than a figment of his wild imagination.

word caresses his skin until he falls, limp, into the sheets.

he isn't sure how long he lays there, floating, but it's enough for suguru to gently work him back into his sleep pants and wrap him in a clean blanket, pulling him close.

"sleep, satoru," he murmurs, voice soft as driven snow, and

cums with a scream, pussy spasming as he gushes into suguru's mouth, soaking him. his body arches into suguru's touch, lit up as he holds him through each violent jerk and twitch of his limbs, barely registering as suguru praises him, his taste, his gorgeous moans, his pretty little cunt, but each

little cock as if he could siphon out his fucking soul like this. satoru doesn't remember moving his hands, but his grip is scrabbling through suguru's hair, biting into his knuckles hard enough to bleed as suguru devours him. suguru moans, the vibrations electrifying every nerve he has, and satoru

like that for more than a few seconds before he suddenly feels three thick fingers pushing inside of him and suguru's hot mouth engulfing his needy clit. half a second's adjustment, and suguru's fingers are pistoning inside of him, slamming into that spot that makes his toes curl and sucking his

dips down, tongue swirling some strange motion around his hole that grinds the tip of his nose against satoru's clit deliciously. "g'na— ffffuck, m'gonna cum, please, please!"

suguru groans into his cunt, shifting, and pulls back, much to satoru's chagrin. he sobs, hips jerking, but he isn't left

dildo inside himself that he bought shamefully on a mission after slipping away, never, ever, and of course it's suguru that's undoing him like this, with a few words and a pretty mouth that satoru has caught himself staring at far too often.

"suguru- suguru, please, please, I—" he chokes as suguru

locked on satoru's blue ones as he tries not to wake the entire dorm. he presses his tongue just below his clit and hums, pleased, and satoru sobs, nails digging white crescents into his thighs. he's never felt like this, never felt so good, not when he touches himself, not when he presses the one

hooking trembling hands under his knees and spreading himself for suguru's attentions.

"beautiful," suguru murmurs, and before satoru can think, suguru seals his mouth over his entire cunt and 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨.

satoru nearly screams, stifling the noise at the last second, and suguru only watches, dark eyes

suguru's smile flashes across his lips before it drops, and with it, his mouth, kissing softly down the scars on his chest, his abs, the downy-soft tuft of white hair atop his mound.

"hold yourself just like that," he orders, and satoru listens to the only person he's ever been obedient towards,

"i need to see you, satoru, please."

satoru blinks up at him, still pink, still flustered, and there's suguru, his eyes low, hazy, but focused, focused on 𝘩𝘪𝘮, nothing clouding his gaze but desire.

"watch me," suguru says, and it isn't a request.

satoru bites his lip, but nods, and a flicker of

his lips.

he seems to be talking more to himself than anyone else, but satoru flushes pink nonetheless, tossing an arm over his face so suguru can't see.

𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘥 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚?

"don't hide from me, satoru," suguru pleads, a gentle hand tugging his arm away from his face.

forward for more until suguru grips his thighs and 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 them open, breathing hard and hot against his twitching center— even that has his hips jerking, slick dripping from his pussy as if begging for suguru's mouth to come back.

"so sweet, fuck, i knew you'd be sweet," suguru mutters, licking

desert, as he drags his tongue between satoru's lips and then fucks deep into his hole, slurping up the taste of him as satoru gasps and shakes beneath him. suguru laps at his hole, his clit, tiny, mean little strokes that have satoru's knees clamping around suguru's head, hips desperately thrusting