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Just 🤤🥴🔫☠️⚰️

What if whoever your simping for can see/hear your thoughts whenever you’re thinking of them? 😳 I was lost in the filthiest fucking sex scene I’ve ever daydreamed in my life of Kirishima splitting me open with that huge cock of his. He’s trying to be gentle and loving and take it slow, but the slow drag of his cock against your insides is driving you crazy so you keep clenching to try and make him lose it too,

“fuck princess, you keep clamping down on me like that and I’ll cum”

but you’re being bratty about it so, “nnng. knew you were all talk. A bunch of dirty talk and 5 pumps? Where’s all that pro hero stamina?”

and he pulls out and leaves you empty as punishment until you beg him sweetly enough to come back. “Didn’t mean it Eiji. Please come back and fill me up baby I didn’t mean it please please please”

and he’s so thick, when he pulls out he leaves you gaping, and you’re so desperate to cum you immediately reach down to try and finger yourself but it’s not enough anymore. You can easily fit 3 (maybe 4?) fingers in with how well he’s stretched you out but... your fingers aren’t thick enough to replace him or hit all those spots. You’re so wet, your thighs covered in your own slick and you can barely hear anything over your own needy whining and the sloshing sounds as you desperately fingerfuck yourself.

You look over to where he’s watching you, slowly fisting himself, using your cream as lube and the sight of him towering over you while he debates with himself whether he should leave you wanting makes you step up a level in begging.

“Eijirou! Eiji, eijiiii.... can’t cum like this daddy, need that thick cock to get me there, need Daddy Riot’s big dick, I can be your good girl again, I’ll do anything”

And of course if you call him Daddy he’ll do whatever you want, so he’s gonna blow your back out until morning, no matter how much you try to tap out.

“What was that comment you made about stamina babygirl? You said you’d do anything for this dick so you’re gonna fucking take it until I’m done with you. That’s right beautiful take Daddy’s big dick take it, take it. Ungh, just like that. There’s my good girl”

Anyways where was I going with this? 🥴🥴

i don’t.... im no think.

Like god damn 💀🫦🫦🫦

so hey... mean, husband! katsuki loving how you smell WAY TOO MUCH.

it was supposed to be innocent. you had only wanted a damn opinion.

“hey, smell this,” you said, leaning toward him in his office, tilting your head slightly to expose your neck. “i got a new perfume, and i wanna know what you think.”

you thought a quick visit wouldn't hurt. you were expecting a quick answer. maybe a grunt, maybe an eye roll, maybe a “tch, smells fine,” in that usual gruff way of his.

it got his attention. his eyes flickered up, and before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you right into his space. then, instead of a quick sniff like a normal person, he leaned in, nose brushing against your neck, inhaling deeply.

the scent—sweet, warm, something intoxicating hit him all at once, and suddenly, his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you closer.

he sniffed your neck again, slower this time, like he was trying to commit the scent to memory. his breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“katsuki?” you murmured, blinking.

and before you could react, he kissed you. it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t careful. his lips pressed hot and firm against the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands gripping your waist like he needed you closer.

you barely had time to process before his teeth scraped against your skin. “hey—”

“shut up,” he mumbled, mouth trailing down, biting, sucking, claiming.

your breath hitched as he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you shiver. you swallowed, trying again. “that's no way to talk to your wife—"

another kiss. another bite. another low, pleased growl from him as he pulled you closer, pressing your body flush against his. his hands roamed, holding you firmly against him as he groaned against your skin.

“so, do you like the perfume or—”

“i dunno,” he muttered against your skin, mouth hot, voice rough. “still figurin' it out.”

you squeaked, hands gripping his shoulders. “are you even trying..?"

"mhm," he hummed, lips trailing along your neck, teeth scraping before he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. “still can’t tell. lemme try again.”

you tried to gather your scrambled thoughts, but with the way he was devouring your neck, leaving marks, kissing you like he owned you, you were starting to give in.

“you—” you shivered, barely holding back a gasp as he devoured your neck, his breathing growing heavier.

somewhere between the heat, the teasing, and the way his fingers dug into your hips, you forgot why you even asked him in the first place.

you were losing this battle.

“… fine,” you exhaled, tilting your head to give him more access. “forget the damn perfume.”

he smirked against your skin, his hands creeping down to unbutton your blouse. “already did, sweetheart.”

“katsuki,” you breathed, gripping onto his shoulders.

"tch,” he smirked against your skin, his lips trailing over your shoulder. “sound real nice when you say my name like that.”

"katsuki."

he pulled back slightly, half-lidded eyes full of heat and amusement. “what?”

you swallowed hard, trying to keep some semblance of control. “this is your office.”

he scoffed. “so?”

“so? someone could walk in and—”

he smirked, leaning in close, his lips barely brushing against yours. “then you better keep quiet, yeah?”

a shiver ran down your spine as katsuki’s fingers worked at the buttons of your blouse, slow and deliberate. his mouth never left your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin, his breath warm and teasing.

“you smell too damn good,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, sending a wave of heat straight through you. "fuck."

"oh, so now you have an opinion," you huffed, torn between stopping him and letting him ruin you right here, in his office.

pop. another button undone. his hands brushed against the newly exposed skin of your chest, and you sucked in a sharp breath as his hand toys with the edges of your bra.

“you fuckin' started this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “you really thought i’d just smell you and let it go?”

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. “i just wanted a damn opi—"

rip. he tore the rest of the buttons open, completely impatient, exposing your lace bra to the cool air.

your eyes widened. “you asshole.”

he just grinned, unbothered. “shouldn’t’ve worn somethin’ so easy to take off.”

but before you could argue, he grabbed your hips, shifting your body. you were bent over his desk, your skirt riding up your thigh, his breath hot against your ear.

“you’re such a damn tease,” he muttered, tugging your skirt up to reveal your plump ass. “askin’ me dumb shit while smellin’ like that?”

“you’re the one who couldn’t control yourself,” you shot back, your fingers curled against the desk, your voice not nearly as steady as you wanted it to be.

a sharp smack landed on your ass, making you jolt.

katsuki smirked. “yeah? you sayin’ you don’t want this?”

you swallowed hard. “i didn’t say shit. i just—just wanted to know if you liked the—”

he chuckled, dark and amused. “oh?” his hands slid lower, fingers finding your waist. “then lemme show you how much i like it, yeah?”

before you could snap back, he pulled you flush against him, letting you feel just how hard he was. fuck, you could already feel the hot, wet need pooling at your core, dampening your panties.

“tch. still wanna run that mouth?”

you clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly, teasingly. “that’s what i thought.”

you sucked in a breath when katsuki’s hands roamed over your folds, rubbing the soft, glistening skin with such care. you hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, feeling his length rest on the valley of your ass.

“katsuki,” you breathed, your grip tightening on the desk. you swallowed hard, pressing back against him. “please... please, put it in already.”

that did it.

katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening as he exhaled a shaky breath. “shit,” he muttered. “didn’t think you’d beg so pretty. but since you asked so nicely…”

you barely had time to process his words before you felt the tip of his cock in between your folds, your warm cunny clenching around him.

"fuck," you whimpered, trembling against him as he slowly pushes his cock all the way in, gently kissing your cervix. "it's too much… too much."

katsuki groaned, his nails digging into the plush of your hips as he watches his cock disappear into your folds. “nah... you can take it.”

your body shivered at the way his grip on your waist tightened, like he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

he smirked at the sight, steadying his cock and slowly pulling out, but you could still feel your cunny cling to his tip. “look at you… so fuckin' wet... didn't need fuckin' foreplay with you, huh?”

“it's your fault,” your voice laced with frustration and something dangerously close to desperation.

katsuki scoffed, his grip on you tightening. “oh, yeah?”

then— smack. a sharp gasp left your lips as his palm landed firmly on your ass again, the sudden sting making you jolt forward against the desk. “katsu—!”

“shut up,” he growled, his voice low, massaging the red he marked on your ass. “you’re the one beggin’ me earlier like a little slut, and now you wanna blame me?”

“’m sorry,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a breath. “'m sorry, 'm sorry...”

katsuki chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against you as his hand drags down to your folds. “yeah? you sorry now?”

you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he dragged his fingers up to your clit, rubbing you softer this time, almost soothing. but his grip on your hips told a different story.

“didn’t sound too sorry a second ago,” he muttered, his hands moves feverishly, gripping you tighter.

your body jolted as another sharp smack landed, the sting spreading across your skin, making you yelp. “fuck, i-i'm sorry already..."

katsuki hummed, his hand smoothing over the spot he just struck before gripping your waist again. “mhm, that so?”

you nodded frantically, but he just chuckled. “you keep sayin’ that... but you’re still here, beggin’ for more.”

your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach as he pulls his cock all the way out before pushing back in just as slowly, feeling the way every inch of him drags against your creamy, velvet walls.

then, katsuki suddenly slams the rest of his cock deep inside of you, harshly bringing your hips to his, his abdomen pressing up against your ass, the sensation of his heavy balls against your clit too hard to ignore.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. his hands, his mouth, the way he owned every inch of you.

another smack made you gasp again, a choked whimper slipping past your lips. katsuki groaned at the sound, bringing his fingers to your mouth to muffle your moans, feeling your lips suck on him.

“thats it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “too fuckin’ cute when you whimper like that.”

the desk shook beneath you, papers scattered to the floor, your legs felt weak, your breath ragged. you were barely able to form words anymore. the only thing escaping your lips were quiet apologies, murmured between gasps as your body shuddered under his touch.

finally, katsuki groaned, pulling his fingers away from your mouth to arch your back against him, your faces close enough, your lips almost touching. “enough."

then, he kissed you. it was deep, firm, demanding, swallowing every breathless apology, every whimper, every ounce of resistance you had left. his hands slid up your sides, pulling you even closer, making sure you felt him, making sure you knew you were forever his.

“love you,” you murmured, barely realizing the words were slipping out between breaths. his grip on you tightened for just a second, his breath hitching against your skin. “love you… s'much, katsu…”

“love you too,” he muttered against your lips, voice raw with emotion. “love you so fuckin' much...”

your breath came in soft, shaky gasps against his lips, your body still pressed against his. the overwhelming heat of his touch, the way he held you, the way he owned every inch of you—it was too much.

his lips were at your ear, voice rough, uneven. “almost there,” he murmured, his grip tightening.

you could only nod, your own breaths coming out in shaky gasps. the tension, the heat, the way he moved... it was building, higher and higher, pushing you toward that high you need.

“katsu,” you whimpered, your fingers digging into the desk as waves of heat surged through you. "'m.. close too.."

his breathing is just as uneven, his grip on you tightening. “i got you, sweetheart... just— fuck... go ahead and cum for me..."

a shudder ran through you as the tension coiled impossibly tight, and then— your body melted against his as you feel his cock paint your walls white, a deep groan rumbled from his chest as your slick covers him. his grip bruises your hips as he buried his face into your neck, riding out your orgasm with you.

for a moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing, the warmth of his body against yours, and the quiet hum of satisfaction lingering between you.

then, you feel katsuki's hand running down your back in soothing strokes bringing you back down from your high.

“yeah,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder. “i definitely like the scent on you, baby.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

Took a second but damn near feral izu I'm here for!!!

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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Haha that face tho lmfao

Keeping an eye on spidey

So now I got a hardcore kink for dumbification. 🥵😩🥴😍😍😍😍

omg yes bakugou would love to tease his bimbo gf telling her how dumb she is, how she'd never survive without him, how she's lucky to have him because nobody else would put up with her. But the second somebody else starts talking shit about her he goes full murder mode -🍒

YESY ES YES bakugou with his lil airhead wife who he loves so much

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Sticky and Sweet

Katsuki naturally leads and the masses instinctually follow. He doesn’t mind thinking for them, taking responsibility for them, giving them purpose and structure. That’s just who he is.

It’s no mystery as to why he fell for a pretty thing like you.

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cw: dumbification, praise, daddy kink, a lil bit of degradation, spitting, choking, squirting, somft bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou has finally accepted that he’s a magnet for simpler people — the loyal individuals who might not have a lot between the ears but their hearts are in the right place.

The more cynical side of Katsuki likes to posture and rant about how all these extras are masochists, how he attracts attention because every dumbass can see that I’m the boss. But in reality, it’s because he’s a natural protector. Everything about him radiates strength: strength of body, mind, and spirit. Terrified civilians and grizzled colleagues know they can rely on the explosive hero, that the day is saved when Dynamight arrives on the scene.

But Katsuki has an image to uphold. He could never admit that he wants to take care of others, not with the dichotomy of unshakeable pride and deep self-loathing plastering the walls of his soul. It’s much easier to scoff when someone praises his bravery rather than display an ounce of vulnerability.

His friends gave up on cracking his shell years ago. Katsuki shows his affection through actions, not words. He doesn’t need to cry every five seconds like Deku or tattoo his emotions on his face like Kaminari. He might be rough around the edges but anyone who knows Katsuki could never doubt his love, even if it manifests in harsh insults and childish name-calling. He’s a protector before a bully, even if every single action points to the opposite.

That’s just how it’s always been. Katsuki naturally leads and the masses instinctually follow. He doesn’t mind thinking for them, taking responsibility for them, giving them purpose and structure. That’s just who he is.

It’s no mystery as to why he fell for a pretty thing like you.

Kirishima describes you as a bit spacey. Kaminari opts for a little ditzy. Mina thinks you’re a whole lot of fun. But the truth is as blatant as your hot pink nail polish: There’s not a thought in your brain except for Katsuki Bakugou.

You’re a block print of your husband. Where Katsuki is gruff and jagged and acidic to the common palate, you’re soft and giggly, all bubblegum and rainbows. No one on the outside can quite figure you out. The words gold digger and trophy wife plaster the tabloids every few weeks next to shots of your face and the obscenely large diamond on your finger.

But despite the eye rolls and teasing and faux-annoyance, the reality of your relationship is as simple as you: Katsuki Bakugou just loves you. A lot.

Because, even with all of the snide remarks and barked-out laughs, Katsuki’s never yelled at you. Maybe it’s the way your tongue sticks out when you concentrate or how your entire body perks up when he enters the room. Maybe it’s the genuine interest in your eyes when he talks about his day or the innocent curiosity in your voice when you ask about yet another technical term. Maybe it’s how you shamelessly rely on him, how you never flinch when he moves, how you cuddle into his chest at night like he’s your personally-made teddy bear rather than a spiky, thorny man with too short of a temper.

He just feels so powerful with you by his side. You give him energy. Your feelings aren’t hurt when he arrogantly explains what should be a simple task. No, you’re grateful for his help. And when he calls you his dumb little girl out in public, you laugh and kiss his cheek. He’s right and there’s nothing wrong with that. Katsuki will take care of you, like you take care of him.

You don’t mind when he’s a little bit mean because it’s Katsuki. He’s the only one who gets to be mean to his pretty, sweet, empty-headed wife. He’s the only one who gets to make you blush and laugh and cock your head in confusion. And he’s the only one who gets to see you at your absolute dumbest, begging to be filled over and over and over again.

“Fuck.” Seeing you like this, folded in half with your ankles by his ears, does unspeakable things to Katsuki’s self control. “Don’t know how to do a thing except take this cock, huh?”

There’s not a chance that you’ll give the man an intelligible answer but it’s not like he needs one. Your slurred words are enough, each one amplifying his need tenfold.

It’s a cockdrunk monologue, filthy depravity spilling off your lips like the drool coating your chin. And you can’t even help it. You can’t help telling him that you love his cock, you love him, you love how he makes you feel. You don’t stop yourself from begging to be bred, to be manhandled, to be marked up so everyone knows you’re owned. You won’t remember pleading to be his fucked-up, fucked-out cockslave, his toy, his empty little doll to follow his every whim. It’s a mess of ‘Suki, please I need I need I need please and he can’t get enough.

“What would you do without me, babe? Can’t even last half the day without getting filled up.”

You just nod at his premise, interpret his mocking sympathy as genuine because he’s right, Katsuki’s always right. You’re a punching bag that always bounces back, an empty vessel that he can fill at his leisure. There’s nothing he can do that will hurt you, nothing he can say that won’t result in resounding agreement. You know he’ll take care of you and you greedily accept anything Katsuki is willing to offer.

Like how he wraps calloused hands around your throat. Aw, you like that, princess? Yeah, you do. Let Daddy decide when you get to breathe.

Like how he slaps your cheek once, twice, three times as your eyes glaze over. Brainless, I swear. Can’t even function without me. You love bein’ my little cumdump, ’s pathetic.

Like how he wraps a hand in your hair to force you to stare in the floor-length mirror mounted on the wall. Look at this dumb fuckin’ face. You’re not even embarrassed, are you? Nasty bitch.

His words might make anyone else cringe but they’re declarations of love to your ears. His adoration takes the form of power and Katsuki never feels more powerful than when he’s above you in body, mind, and spirit. You’re not just a whore, you’re his whore.

Staring down at your face, your tongue lolled out and your eyes nearly crossed, Katsuki can’t help but be smug. Every day he gets to sculpt a vision that outshines the wonders of the world, a stunning panorama meant for his eyes alone.

“Open wider.”

You instantly obey, spreading both your lips and your legs rather than asking for clarification. Even through your hazy eyes, Katsuki’s smirk is unmistakeable — it makes your heart race faster. And when you hear the gruff good girl rumble from his chest, you just might explode.

The feeling is mutual as Katsuki gathers his saliva, lets it drip slowly into your open mouth. No matter how many times he does this, he’s never quite ready for how eagerly you swallow, how you always manage to thank him between panting breaths. But it’s the harsh arch of your back and your pornographic moan that breaks his restraint in two.

The hands on the backs of your thighs press down harder until you’re nearly flat, until there’s nothing in your sight or on your body that isn’t Katsuki. And no matter how desperate, how pitiful the woman below him is, he’s even worse. The number two hero toppled by his wife who can’t even comprehend basic algebra. You might be his little breeding bitch but he’s no better, rutting into you at a breakneck pace with gritted teeth and dangerously sweaty palms.

He’s panting at this point, clinging onto his last scrap of self-discipline. What do you want? Tell me. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it. C’mon princess, you need to cum? Gotta tell Daddy what you want, gotta use your words if you wanna be a good girl.

None of it sounds quite real, it’s like a mirror image of the voice Katsuki has planted in your head over the years, the voice you need to obey, the voice that knows best. So you do what the voice wants, you manage a whimpered mmf, please, need it, need to cum, Daddy — can’t do it like you, please.

And that’s all Katsuki needs to hear before he wrecks you. He needs to overwhelm you just as much as you need to be overwhelmed. When you gasp as he angles his hips, when you tear up as his catches your clit with every thrust — every sound and sight and touch feeds his addiction.

“Can’t even make yourself cum, need me to do everything.” His chest aches at your neediness, the actual tears on your cheeks. Just a desperate little toy who wants her Daddy. “That’s okay, princess. Shh, ’s okay. Don’t need to — fuck — think. Just gotta- gotta spread your legs and Daddy’ll take care of the rest. I — ngh — I promise.”

As much as Katsuki loves to tease and torment you, there’s nothing better than how you react to his praise. Every panicked, edged molecule of your being relaxes and there’s nothing but veneration in your glassy eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs. It’s almost a coo but with too many jagged corners, a sound that would make most shudder in fear but causes you to tighten around his cock. “C’mon, give it to me. Gotta feel you cum, sweetheart, lemme feel it. I’ve got you, you can make a mess, please — fuck — make a mess. You’re a good girl, you can do it. You’re so close, just-“

You break apart.

The world erupts into a bleeding collage, the explicit splash against Katsuki’s body and growled chants of good fuckin’ girl! filling every vacancy in your mind. You don’t need to put on a show, not when it comes so naturally: Your back arched and your mouth open, a choked sob in the distance that must have come from you. There’s no one else who can break you apart like Katsuki.

It’s the prayers that fall so easily from your lips, the chorus of daddydaddydaddy that finally ruin him. His former pace devolves into stuttering thrusts, an animalistic shout when he finally releases inside of you. Sweat drips down his face and onto your tongue, neither of you in the right frame of mind to notice. 

You’re not sure how long it takes you to come down, whether it’s minutes or years. The emptiness is what always hits you first — your inevitable whine makes him chuckle every time — and the muscled arms pulling you into a warm chest calm you down.

Katsuki notices how sticky the two of you are but decides that he’ll carry you to the shower when you’re firmly back on Earth. Right now, all he cares about is seeing you lean into his touch. All he wants is to be your safe place, even after he tears you apart bit by bit. His breath catches when you first open your eyes, always sure that he’ll see fear or maybe even hate. But when you lift your forehead from his heart, there’s nothing except a sleepy smile and slurred thank you.

Katsuki’s not big on words but, then again, neither are you. He presses a kiss into your hair, gently guides you back to his chest and shakily exhales when you eagerly nuzzle into his skin. He doesn’t need to talk, not to the one person who understands that his actions say everything he can’t. When you let out a cute little snore, it’s like he falls in love all over again.

And, despite all of his anger and grit and determination, Katsuki Bakugou can’t help but smile, pull you closer, and hope that you’ll let him take care of you for as long as he’s alive.

I need it all 🤤😭🥺 like tamaki just proving he can make you come with his yum stick alone. But Shigaraki oh. My. God. I didn't know I was so thristy for HIM!!! just take me out 🔫🔫🥴🥵⚰️☠️

Your writing is so good 😋. If your requests are open, and when you are free, may I request some boys (whoever you want) reacting to their s/o getting thirsty tweets after getting more famous? Maybe there's some reminding of who they belong to 👀

A/N : omg Cay your writing is also amazing but thank you so much for giving me something to thirst over lol.

S/N: I’m filthy asf for this one but the urge came out of nowhere. But this is weird grouping, I hope you like it.

Warning: slight degradation,Mommy kink,Oral (Giving), Slight exhibitionist, Dumbification, Lactation(Cow quirk), slight cockwarming.

TamakiXFemReader and TomuraXFemReader————————————————————————————————————————

Tamaki Amajiki

Our poor bean was finally confident in the fact you wanted to date him and spend the rest of your life with him being his cute little housewife. Until one day Nejire posted a video clip of you eating a milky popsicle in your swimsuit at the pool side. The sun was glistening just right on your body and you looked so peaceful just completely unaware that she was filming you.

That video was meant to be sent to Tamaki but Twitter got a hold of it first and now your phone is going off on all of your social media’s. And reality chin checked Tamaki while he was leaving from the agency as Kirishima stopped him and showed him the video. Let’s just say he was attached to the wall for a few minutes.

After calming down enough to go back home he was very much needy to feel validated that you wouldn’t leave him all alone in this domestic lifestyle. Because he can try really hard that no other creepy fucks get a glimpse of your honey like goodness.

“M-mama please I just want you to feel really good right now. Please I-fuck” he said as greedily rutted into the air as he pulled you onto his lap.

You knew what was going to happen so you powered off your phone before he got home.

“Mama is the best like this,all just for m-me” he said tugging your bikini top down and latching onto the right nipple while squeezing the left nipple. This movement caused you to start leaking milk into his mouth and down his hand.

He switches to the left nipple and proceeded to finger you with such a needy pace that caused you to squirt a little bit of milk.

“Mama I think you’re ready for my fat cock, y-yeah can mama ride me please!” He says snatching your bottoms off and freeing himself. Stroking his cock with the juices of your cunt and milk. “I-Impale yourself on it and help milk me mommy” he says before smothering himself between your breasts still stroking himself.

You’ve impaled yourself and started to ride him gently and steady. Kissing the top of his head while petting him in a comforting motion. Until he snakes his arms around you tightly then leaned back into the chair with his face still squished. He eases y’all to the edge and started thrusting upwards into your velvet warm cunt. The pace was sloppy but brutal his balls was hitting your ass and he was a moaning mess, his grip never let up on you.

“See mommy I can make you happy with my cock. Look at the mess you’ve made on my cock” he says as he pushes up into you so you could hear the sticky squelching sounds from y’all cumming. He gives you a gentle kiss on your blissed out face and lifts y’all up but he never pulled out of you.

Y’all are going to take a bubble bath together and he’s going to cockwarm you with the occasional thrusting more cum into you. So prepare to be blissfully dumb for the rest of the day and night.

Tomura Shigaraki

This villainous fucker is highly annoyed that your cosplay pictures was doing numbers on Twitter right now and how every creep was commenting under your post.

Your dms was an absolute dumpster fire of dick pics and few pussy shots with a string of flirty comments.

He hated that y’all wasn’t able to display y’all relationship publicly because he decided to be a villain before he met you at a meet and greet for something y’all had in common. That made him insecure and he hated feeling insecure over something that he owns.

So that leads you to being face fucked while he was gaming with his usual online group.

“Fuck use your tongue some more slut!” He said gripping the back of your head while thrusting into the back of your throat with a vigor of making you hoarse.

“Those bastards can keep wishing to even get a glimpse of your panties, yet I get to abuse this lewd body of yours everyday whenever i want.” Forcing you to deep throat him with both his hands on top of your head while he plays another around.

“Grin and bare it baby, stick that fucking tongue out!” He smacks your face quickly then went back to playing. Thrusting up a little bit.

He knows that you loved being face fucked because of the mess you was making on your bedroom floor, eyes rolled to the back of your head just nothing but tears and saliva dripping down your face. Mascara was smeared you was a pretty raccoon in his eyes but seeing your lipstick smudged on your face and cock gave him the greatest joy.

“Aww did you just cum from being choked out on my cock?” He looks down and over you to see your dripping cunt making a mess on the wood floor. He smacks your ass roughly and snatches the headset off.

“Maybe I should fuck you in that little cosplay of yours and show the world how much of a cocksleeve you truly are.” He says grabbing and tilting your head to side while your still buried on him.

You better hope he tires himself out before going through with that idea of his because it’s very tempting for him to mark his territory one way or another.

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Love the dynamic oh my god

Can we please get a mmf threesome where bakugo takes turns fucking izuku and y/n, katsuki having both izuku and y/n ass up face down on the edge of the bed giving them both backshots at the same time 👀 or it can be kiri x shoto or denki x y/n the characters really don’t matter i just really love your mxmxf content

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

Babe, I’m screaming, crying and fighting the air trying to get rid of this Kacchan brain rot. Like my head is EMPTY.

All I’ve been thinking about is you and Denki bent over the bed. Him with his feet planted on the floor and you with hands and knees on the bed cause you’re shorter. Backs arched, shoulder to shoulder and lips locked in a sloppy kiss. Tongues wrestling. Teeth clashing. Moans being swapped and swallowed like saliva while Katsuki pounds into your cute little cunt with one hand on your waist and the other shoving three fingers into Denki’s tight asshole.

“Tch, look at you. Needy fuckin’ sluts” he smirks, looking down at where he’s connected with the both of you. Loving the way you’re fucking yourselves back onto him. Forcefully Snapping his hips while slamming and spreading his fingers. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. The both of ya’. Gonna cum for me ?”

You’re both nodding, moaning lewdly desperately clinging to eachother. A shaky hand slithers between you and Denki messily rubs your clit while rutting against the bedsheets, chasing his own orgasm.

Katsuki pulls his wet fingers out of the electric blondes ass and delivers a quirk powered smack on his cheek. He gasps , whimpering his name and accidentally activated his quirk just enough to shock your throbbing clit into orgasm.

You’re screaming both their names and Katsuki is still fucking you. But now , with his free hand, he’s lifting Kami by the waist. Raising him up so that he can grab his cock and stroke him off.

“That’s it cum for me, baby boy. Cum all over her”

He pulls out , flipping you over and pushing Kaminari till he’s kneeling over you body and painting your brown skin with thick white lines.

“F-fuck” Kaminari whines, head thrown back in pleasure while tingles in his spine settle.

Katsuki gives neither of you any reprieve, scooping Kami’s cum and shoving it into your cunt. Then pushing you further up the bed, spreading your legs and pushing Denki face forward into your pussy.

“Clean your mess, baby boy” he sneers, fingers gripping tightly at blonde strands and lining himself up at his entrance.

“F-fuck , d-daddy” you moan, hands flailing, reaching for anything to ground yourself when Kami’s lip wrap around your clit.

“Really , Princess ? You that Fuckin’ pathetic? Calling my fleshlight daddy. It’s fucking shameful.”

“Not cool , bro- ahh ahhh~”

Katsuki cuts him off with a powerful thrust. Hitting right against his prostate, making the blonde babble nonsense.

It was so hot.

Sweat dripping and skin slapping. It was just a matter of time until you were squirting all over the blondes face. He drunk it all up. Sweet flavor making him clench around Bakugo and spill his load on the sheets.

“Shit !” Katsuki hissed, hips stuttering against Kami’s ass as he filled him to the brim.

“Good job, idiots” he winces as he pulls out. Then he gently pushes Kami on top of you to cuddle while he goes and runs a bath for you two. Cause he’s the king of fucking aftercare and it’s the least he can do for you two dumbasses because you do everything for him. 🥺

Ahh omg, this was so fun to write. I hope it wasn’t too short I just saw the request and felt the need to respond immediately lmao. Thank you for asks and for enjoying my content love ❤️

@xogabbiexo , @bookwormsenpai , @blkchxrryblyss , @simpliheavenli

Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!!!! All of it 🥵🍆🤤🥴⚰️☠️

Dilf w. Itadori Yuji/Sukuna

Honey’s Masterlist

↬ Pairing:Dilf Itadori Yuji/Sukuna x Black Female Reader

↬ Warning:Nsfw,18+,mdni

↬Disclaimer:Sukuna is a meanie and mentions of sex

Note:My first attempt at writing for Jujutsu Kaisen but god damn 👴🏾 This 2 for 1 duo have a strong grip on meeeee😭. Anyways thank you @kaijime for creating Dilf Collab please accept my humble offering.

The Dilf Collab : mdni

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Sigh you can’t tell me that the amazing Itadori Yuji wouldn’t be a big ass sweetheart dilf with the energy of your younger counterparts like ugh he wants to drag you along everywhere taking pictures recording all of it you don’t know why but never question it when you see pictures and videos of how cute y’all are together.

You make him feel alive sometimes and he loves that you’ve accepted his other counterpart Sukuna who pops out at random being an old mean flirt at the wrong times or cackling at itadori’s cornball energy.You just take it all in one stride with a gorgeous smile as if this is normal and that makes Itadori heart flutter and Sukuna grumble with annoyance.

Itadori loves sightseeing especially in the cities or urban areas where things are much faster paced than what he’s used to in the country. Staying in cool hotels with an amazing city view as he holds your face against the glass bending you over just hips thrusting like a rabbit in heat.Mumbling about how pretty the view is with you leaving a cum ring around his cock.

He’s a horny man that’s great at multitasking. If it's a sushi train he has a private little booth so that he could three knuckles deep into your fat cunt. With one hand and the other feeding you and him, Sukuna appears on the side of his face spewing out mean words in your ear and sometimes biting or licking your ear.

“You’re lucky that old brat won’t let me fuck you on this moving table”

“Look at you desperate for us to let you cum eat the shitty tuna and maybe I’ll think about it”

And Itadori being so chilled about it cooing at you for holding your mouth opened with your tongue out drooling onto your lap as you’re gripping onto his wrist for dear life.

“The tuna is not shitty Sukuna , y/n loves it see how she’s drooling for it”— “Tch dumb brat she’s about to cum on your fingers I feel her clamping down”

“You look so pretty baby, do you like this place? yeah—yeah you do now cum please for us.”

Now time spent with Sukuna himself is much simpler and I mean really simple it’s just you on your knees digging into the wooden floor as he’s face fucking under the moonlight in the outdoors of y’all patio. He’ll stop and let you cockwarm him with your tight throat as he sips on warm sake.

Nights with Sukuna are a toss up of what’s he in the mood for and you allow him to do. Some nights are just pure raunchiness, him placing you in different mating positions ramming into your poor weeping cunt like it had offended him to the highest degree as he shoves his fingers down whiny throat just to see you drool all over him.

Or having you lay wherever he places you so he can lay on top of you and “threatens” you to rub his scalp while rubbing his back.

“Oi work your magic on my hair and back or I split you in half little pet”

“Yes Su anything else ?”

“Spread your legs wider for me and take that shitty garment off its uncomfortable”

“Yes darling.”

It’s the best of both worlds honestly with this duo and you would never have to worry about a little thing when they’re around.

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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

hanta sero | f!reader, horny!reader, alcohol, bartender!hanta, car sex, riding, half-assed confessions, praise. minors dni!

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"Look at you, shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Okay, that's enough."

You whine when your shot is plucked out of your hands, your fingers grabbing around nothing once it gets too far from your reach.

"N-No wai—hic!—'m not done yet 'n I paid for that."

You don't even have the sobriety to act enthusiastic, and the bartender raises a pierced eyebrow.

"The club's closing."

You click your tongue at that and groan, before pushing your upper body away from the bar to see that there's no one else here but you and the bartender, with proper lights on to illuminate that the place is a fucking mess.

"What? What happ—happened to partyin' all night long..." You drift, eyes narrowing to make out the floating words on the bartender's name tag, "...Hinata?"

"It's been all night. And it's Hanta," he says curtly, drying what you think might be your shot glass with a fluffy white towel. What a waste. "Another ex?"

"Fine." you nearly yell, dropping your forehead on the bar so hard it hurts—or it would have if you were sober. Which you are. Totally. "And yes. I'm thinking of buying this one dead roses. For shits 'n—hic—gigs."

"Creative," he snorts, sliding his forearms onto the table until they bump into yours from the opposing side. A glass is set next to your head. "C'mon. I'll give you time to sober up while I put everything away. Deal?"

"'N how long 's that gon' take," you struggle to sit up, body tilting to the right despite your best efforts to sit up straight. Hanta shrugs.

"Thirty minutes?"

"That's fine then," you nod, looking around the place through swollen eyes. "'S empty."

"It is. C'mon, drink," he nudges the glass of water your way. You scowl.

"'S gonna make me sober?"

"Yup," Hanta nods, popping the 'p.' You sigh before tossing your head back with another obnoxious groan.

"Then I don' want it," and you contemplate tossing the drink onto the floor, but you figure Hanta wouldn't like that very much. You opt for a pout instead.

"Well, you need it. You're fucked," he says kindly, before picking up the cup full of water and dropping it under your nose. "Now drink."

You sigh, already feeling the sobriety kicking in as you grab your glass by the waist. "You're so fucking difficult."

"Sobriety is good," the bartender offers. You snort.

"Sobriety is fucking terrible," you reply, already hating that it's already kicking in after a few sips. "People come to the club to get fucked. No way I have to leave sober."

"Sober enough to get home," Hanta edits with a nod. It's tempting to throw your heel at his face.

"Sober enough to hate life again," You grouse with narrowed eyes. Hanta shrugs.

"And once you spend a few days hating life, suddenly it doesn't seem so bad," he smiles cheekily before turning his back to you to wash whatever, and you roll your eyes at his optimism.

You stare at him, lips twisted in a disrespectful confusion, and definitely not admiring how the muscles of his back roll under that tight black shirt while he washes the dishes. How can someone look sexy washing the dishes, one may ask, and the answer is—you can't. Therefore, you wholly and completely blame the alcohol for the flush in your cheeks as you pat your back pockets for your wallet so you can pay for a taxi and stumble home to deal with the hangover at work tomorrow.

"You good?" He raises a pierced eyebrow, turning around when you fail to speak. You grimace.

"...My wallet's missing."

Hanta's entire body sags, the rag in his hand hitting the counter as he gives you a look of pure and utter exasperation.

"You're kidding me."

"I..." you pat your butt, just to check and, "Yeah. It's fucking gone."

The noirette runs a heavy hand over his face, before rubbing at the corner of his eyes with a faint yawn. "Fine, then. I can take you home, but you have to wait until I'm done closing."

"Does that mean I can have another drink?" You ask slyly, inching so close your gut digs into the bar in question. Hanta gives you a look of near-disgust.

"No."

You pout, though you don't move away. He's close enough that he's starting to blur but not aggressively close. You notice the faint smattering of freckles against his cheeks, eyes flickering to Hanta's lips as a pink tongue darts to gloss them over.

"You're not bad up close, you know," you breathe, running a finger up the visible vein up his arm. Hanta's eyes dilate but he moves away, and you huff, returning to your seat with a pout at the brush-off.

"You're no fun," you grumble, tucking your hands under your chin. Hanta goes back to wiping down the bar with a chuckle.

"It's against policy," is all he grunts. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah well, your policy fucking sucks," your tongue curls to spit vitriol in a way you didn't even know you could. Hanta's eyebrows raise in amusement at your petulance. "And what's the fucking policy? Don't get laid?"

"No, it's don't take advantage of tipsy customers," he nearly barks with a snort.

"I'm barely tipsy," you offer. Hanta freezes to look you up and down.

"...Sure." You growl.

"I'm not!"

"Well. This is me."

Hanta cocks an eyebrow and the car rumbles to a stop with a jingle of his key in the ignition. His eyes follow yours to the front door. The car ride was pleasantly silent—pleasantly, excluding the weighty air, you couldn't cut with a steak knife that forces your thighs to rub together.

"This is you?"

"Yup."

You pop the 'p' and make no move to get out; he doesn't unlock the door.

"It's a nice place."

"Thanks," you smile, and you have half a mind to invite him inside. You don't, though—you shouldn't. Because what do you think will happen?

"Um...so I guess this is goodbye. I guess." His fingers drum against the leather of his steering wheel, and your eyes drift to his hands.

"Yeah," you eye the purse sat in your lap. "Yeah, right."

He unlocks the door and your grip around your purse tightens as you reach for the door handle. "Thanks, agai—"

"Uh, hold on, actually."

The doors lock. You fight a smile.

And he looks conflicted—drumming fingers changing from a random tap to an anxious beat, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek, and eyes darting everywhere but at you. You sit your elbows on the armrest console.

"Yes?"

"Um, okay," he huffs through his nose, dimples popping in a borderline acrid grin. "What if—what if I wanted to break the policy?"

You feign a gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your heart in sheer horror. "What? Not the policy!"

"Yeah, yeah okay," Hanta snorts, grabbing you by the back of the neck and grinning when you nearly squeal. "C'mere—I want to kiss you."

And, well. Who are you to deny such an offer?

Hanta tastes like gin. You wonder if he's allowed to drink on the job, but it's only a fleeting thought because he's tilting his head and moaning into your mouth, and you find yourself pushing back eagerly.

He's sinfully good with his lips, tongue, whatever—or maybe it's the alcohol. But either way, his lips are plush enough to enjoy but firm enough to dominate, and you melt into the seat as he pulls away and rasps:

"How're you feeling, Pretty?"

Is it just hot in here, or is it just you?

"Um," you flush in seeing his smug grin while he patiently waits for your answer, and it's aggravating. "Good—I'm feeling good."

The noirette hums, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Want to try again?"

You nod, "Yes please."

Hanta's chest rumbles and he's grinning against your lips. "Saying please already? Good girl."

When he presses his lips to yours again, it's with much more weight than the first kiss, and it nearly knocks you into the window. He trails hot kisses down the column of your neck, making you hiss when he bites right under your ear.

The next thing you know, Hanta's unbuckling his seatbelt and then yours, before huffing against your lips: "Backseat."

The moment you two squeeze between both seats, Hanta's pulling you into his lap, his hands taking possession of your waist as if they've always belonged there. As he sucks hickeys into your collarbone, he lifts an eyebrow in question as he slides his hands to the zipper of your dress. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, hips rolling slowly. Hanta hisses and tightens his grip around your waist as he slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound of sliding metal bouncing off the doors of the heated car.

"Just as perfect as I thought they'd be," He groans, chuckling slightly when you berate him for being a pervert—not as if it matters now, with the top of your dress sliding down your arms and under your bra. His hips flex as yours pick up the pace, hiding a smile at the feeling of his hard cock growing against your inner thigh. Hanta shucks your dress to your waist with two big hands, keeping them at your ribs.

"Fuck—keep grinding on me, just like that baby," his eyes drop to watch your hips roll before he's recklessly shoving your bra straps down your shoulders. "You know, I always wondered how you dealt with those assholes. I wouldn't if you were mine."

"Is this your cheesy way of asking me out?" You huff a giggle, and Hanta's dimples pop.

"If you'll take it."

"Make me cum, first," you offer, hips stuttering when he tweaks a nipple. "And then take me on a date."

Hanta snorts, lips returning to your neck. "Aye aye, Cap'n."

You slap him across the chest and Hanta takes the brunt of it with a smile, slowly sliding a hand up your inner thigh that you didn't feel until right now.

He thumbs the hem of your panties in question. You nod without and he bites a lip as he pulls the flimsy thing to the side and slides a calloused finger into your throbbing cunt.

"So fucking wet, holy shit," he breathes against your neck. You rest a hand on the fogging window with a sigh, and pumps his finger slowly—whether it's to get you used to the feeling or to tease, you aren't quite sure.

"You can add another."

"I—" Hanta shudders, nails digging into the meat of your hips. "Okay. Yeah, okay."

As he pushes a second finger in with the first, you two hiss in unison, nails digging hot red lines into his muscled shoulders. Your walls bend around him easily, squeezing his digits with such a firmness it has the poor guy fantasizing what you'll feel like wrapped around his cock. He whimpers behind a bitten lip at the thought, thumb ghosting your clit with a determination to make you feel good.

"You're taking my fingers so well, Baby," he says, groaning when your hips gain a life of their own. Hanta wheezes a laugh at your desperation, strung tight from arousal. "What? Need me to go faster?"

You nod your head, whimpering a meek yes that would be embarrassing if you weren't so worked up. Hanta shakes his head with a low chuckle.

"Ask nicely, Pretty."

"Please!" You practically fling your upper body over his, "I wan—I nee—"

"What's that, my needy baby?" Hanta purrs behind a bitten lip, struggling to keep your hips from bucking because you just look so good. You know his hand has got to be cramping from the angle he fingers you at, but you figure that it doesn't matter—especially when he adds a third, to your pleasant surprise.

"Fuck!" You keen, body curling along with his fingers. Hanta groans as you contract around him and digs his teeth into the junction of your neck, making you gasp along with the painful pleasure.

"You need to fuck me like, right now," you pant, and it's clear you don't have to tell the noirette twice—his slick-soaked fingers rocket to his fly, pulling his cock out with suck a speed it would be worrying if you weren't equally desperate.

"Yes Ma'am," he smiles and you snort, rolling your eyes—though the light mood dies once the head of his cock kisses your entrance. Suddenly, you're not floating anymore but sat in Hanta's heated lap, making all of this feel so much more real—the fogged windows, the skin on skin, the heavy petting. You can't believe you've waited this long, but at the same time, surprised this didn't happen sooner.

"Ready?" You ask, knees digging into leather as you straddle his lap. Hanta's chest shudders.

"Ready when you are."

You roll your eyes. What a gentleman.

With that, you press against him with a little more insistence and he pops the head of his cock in with a huff, muscled chest shuddering as you force yourself down until you hit the base.

"Shit," Hanta wheezes, grip tightening around your waist. He keeps you there—forces your lungs to work hard around his cock—and you quiver around him like a leaf in the wind.

"Look at you," Hanta coos like you're the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen. "Shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" your throat contracts as you shift, inevitably nestling him deeper and pushing a quiet eep from your throat. It's clear Hanta's getting impatient, hips wiggling as a hot hand reaches for your hands to pin them behind your back. As he holds you at a 45-degree angle, to the point where you're slumped against the seat in front of you, the hand on your waist lifts before dropping you down again.

"Fuck!" You scream, thighs flexing as his hips pick up the pace fairly quickly. The noirette chuckles, tongue peeking in concentration as sweat starts to soak his hair to his forehead.

"Sorry," he pants, though he doesn't really sound that sorry, eyes fixated on where you're connected. "Did you say something? Can't really hear you over all the moaning."

You snarl at that, though it's hard to when he holds you at such an angle. You have half a mind to shut the fuck up, acknowledging that technically, you're outside—but another part of you thinks fuck it, you're forced to hear your neighbors go at it like bunnies at least once a week. They can suffer this one time, right?

"Shit—squeezing me so tight," Hanta grunts under his breath, eyebrows folding in ecstasy. "You trying to make me cum early, sweetheart?"

You whimper and shake your head as Hanta chuckles at how useless you are, as limp as a ragdoll while you take all of him so well. So, so well.

His thumb returns to your clit, and you both moan—you from the stimulation, he when you tighten around him. Hanta adjusts so you're properly sat in his lap again, his hot skin pressed to yours before his palm cracks against your ass with the one order, "Ride it."

Your thighs quiver pathetically as you lift yourself up on his cock, your throat tightening in a muffled squeal when his head rams into your cervix. You've never considered yourself to be a screamer but you suppose there are exceptions, and you consider getting properly fucked by your bartender in a bartender's backseat is a better excuse than any.

"Fuck—fuck just like that, fucking take it," Hanta's grunts are only semi-coherent as his hips buck in time with yours, the flush on his face growing down to his neck with the tight grip on your waist. There isn't much you can do but take it—and the fact that he gives you no wiggle room to squirm away gets you more excited than you feel it should.

"Where—" he pants, the car rocking with your movement as he latches a hand onto the back of the driver's seat. "W-where do you want me to...?"

"Inside," you whimper without a second thought. "I-Inside, please I nee—"

"I gotcha," Hanta's movements slow, opting for a smoother glide instead, and you find that the change in pace pushes you closer to the edge—and as does the thumb on your clit, which is slowly picking up the pace. "You gonna cum, Baby?"

You nod, but it earns you a spank on the ass, "Words, pretty girl."

"Y-Yeah, just—" He rolls your hips—and hard—and that final grind sends you flying off the edge, eyes skewing as you gasp his name. Hanta groans at the sight of you coming undone—the sight of you coming undone for him—and that's enough to make him curse under his breath before his hips stutter twice, and he's filling you with a groan.

"C'mere," he says, and you're not even sure he's done coming as he scrambles to pull you forward via your condensed top (which is between your upper and lower half) to pull you into a spit fueled kiss. It's messy and you're both exhausted, all tongue and spit, but it gets your blood boiling nevertheless. You're the first to pull away.

"Wanna come in for a drink?" You ask, knowing it's an invitation to come clean up and knock the fuck out together. Luckily, Hanta gets the memo, with his flushed face and pierced eyebrow.

"I thought you'd never ask."