Masterlist Even Though I Haven’t Posted That Much Shit :>

Whoo Chile!! 🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴🥴🤯🥀⚰️⚰️⚰️..GAVE IT ALL THE LYFE!! #megumigimmie!!

no bc i start crying at the thought of trying to run away from bestfr!megumi while he’s dicking you down because you think you’re about to pee on him.

but megumi knows you, knows your body, knows you’re gonna squirt and he’s not letting you run away from it. (gojo told him if he can make a girl squirt, she’ll stay in love w him forever)

cunt clenching, body wound up, something tight coiling beneath your navel. your finger pressing against his arms, his tummy. gumi just pulls you to him tighter, tellin’ you to trust him 🥺

it’s just another minute—another minute of being stretched, of having your insides bullied—and you’re in tears, shuddering and trembling and splattering cum all over his cock :( ‘gumi literally cums on the spot.

you sending me this ask like I won’t combust on the spot—

PUHLEASSSSSE he’s just so greedy ‘n impatient, especially since you’ve been unintentionally teasing him for years. What with your pretty lil’ eyes and those bratty little quips you just love to use when you decide Gojo, of all people, needs backup.

“‘Gumi’s too awkward to talk to somebody, much less screw one”

“s’ok ‘Gumi, I haven’t slept with anyone either! :)”

But none of that matters now cause you’re finally under him— dark, curly hair draped all over his bed, legs sore from being sprawled out at a slightly uncomfortable angle so he can hit that spot that makes you squeak just right—

“Gumiiii…” you drawl, breath and sweaty hands hot against his equal, if not hotter chest as you, of course, complain, “it— mMh! s-s’too much—!!“

And you know he’s a sucker for your tears, you’re well adept at catering to his heart. flutter those big brown eyes with that cute dimpled frown and you’re home free, right?

but then he remembers all the times you ragged on him for being inexperienced, a virgin. horny brain too addled to care about where said teasing could’ve stemmed from— not when your pussy’s clenching around him like it’s the best dick she’s ever taken. talking to him real nice with all those noisy, wet squishes ‘n pops as if she’s whining for him to come back with every thrust.

You’re not sure if he’s being rhetorical when he grumbles, “s’ that all you’re good for, hm? whinin’ and cryin’ ‘bout every little thing?”

“Complain that I’m goin’ too slow then it’s “s’too much—!”“ he croaks in a cruel mockery of your voice, right down to the pitiful warble of your lips before recollecting his aloof expression. “which is it, pretty girl?”

“hm?” he repeats the question again as his hips begin to regain their pace— the gooey pat-pat-pat! between your legs bringing a flush of warmth to your ears— having the audacity to glower down at you when you don’t give him an answer. Like he’s not balls deep inside your cunt, speed reminiscent of a raging bull.

With the breeder balls to match.

Megumi was always a bit of a meanie— from when you two were younger and he would take your things and raise them above his head whenever he got bored, knowing full well you come up to his collarbone on a good day.

To the days where he’d look you in the eyes during your ditz spells, deadpan expression and all, cooing “c’mon. you can do it, I believe in you.”

This hazy trip down memory lane was interrupted by a swift and sudden pressure on your tummy, the odd, yet familiar dipping sensation in your guts that followed had your breath hitching at a horrified realization— no way.

were you…?

Your hands grew frantic as you cried, “‘G-Gumi— ‘Gumi, y’gotta stop, y-ya gotta— fuck, I need to—“

“—need to shut up for once and take it,” he groans, big palm digging harder into your stomach as he thrusts faster and faster— “kept whinin’ about my cock and now that you have it, you’re tryna run from it—”

Salty droplets bead in the corner of your eyes as your body starts to shake uncontrollably, whether in fear or pleasure you can’t bother to tell. Chest rattles with quick, unstable breaths as you’re fucked-out mind continues to race.

You have to warn him, you have to—

“G’nna” sniff “need’ta—” your back began to arch involuntarily while you tried with all your might to free yourself from the coming embarrassment, hands desperately gripping at his wrists as you plead, “‘Gumi pleeease, I need’ta—!” interrupted by another hiccup, “think ‘m g’nna peeeeeee—!“

And by some miracle, pale hips slow and his stoic expression softens with what looks like worry as those pretty emerald eyes, laced with the most graceful of lashes, gawk at your form.

As though he’s in awe at how pathetic you look.

Tears on the brink of escaping your lids, chubby body riddled with sweat that trails down your form to creep into your many curves and soak his sheets, dark brows knit in a sweet mixture of pleasure and embarrassment while your wobbly knees crowd around his hips and prod at his sides.

“said what?” his saccharine tone wavers a bit when your cunny decides to give him a nice little clench, barely able to stop his hips from bucking into yours as he spits through gritted teeth— “you have to pee?”

“mm-hm,” you hum softly, nodding your head unconsciously, “tummy’s feelin’ weird…”

Furrowed brows sag in relief when his hips finally go stagnant, shaky legs cramped from tension slowly beginning to cave open so that they may release their boa-like grasp around his hip.

Yet right as you’re about to relax, managing to mumble out a shaky apology for ‘ruining the mood’, Megumi’s hips suddenly jolt forward.

Hard.

Then they move again.

And again.

And again.

Until they simply don’t stop— no warm up or foreplay granted as Megumi lays utter waste to your cunt, his thrusts hard and deep like he’s searching for—

A gasp rips from your throat at the sudden overstimulation, tearful pleas rippling from your lips as your neck ‘n shoulders begin to bounce rigorously against the dampened sheets. your hands scramble for purchase on him once more but one of his hands move from your side to pin both of your wrists above your head with ease and just keeps going.

all you can do is gape at him with wide, betrayed eyes as your tummy knots up once more.

“g…g’m—“ is all you manage to wheeze out before your lips clench, tears finally taking ahold. Sore chest vibrating as weak sobs rack your throat. Throbbing fists whiten against his iron grip as your extremities twist and clench ‘round each other in sad attempt to divert and lessen the coming pressure in your tummy.

You don’t know what he’s thinking, what he’s trying, why he’s doing this— looming over you, beating into your gooey spot with that disconcerting expression.

like your suffering is that hypnotizing.

then your chest is aching cause your lungs are tightening and your tummy’s shriveling up as the knot grows bigger ‘n stronger—

As a last ditch-effort, you gather up what little is left of your strength and just wail— “‘Guuuumiiii—! ‘Gumi, please ‘Gum—” sniff “let m’goplease— m’serious ‘Gumi, I dun’w’nna—!” hic! “m’really gonna—“

The warning was abruptly cut off by an embarrassingly loud moan, eyes flooding with tears once more at the gross feeling of wetness spraying speckles upon speckles of ‘cum’ onto your thighs and tummy— you couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of all that pressure being released.

the silence that followed was deafening, the only audible thing in the room being your heavy breaths.

You didn’t even bother to look at him— why would you? so you could see the gigantic, humiliating mess you made? s’not like it’s all your fault, you told him you had to go!

But none of that matters now because you just pissed on your best friend!!

It seems you don’t have a choice however, as a force grips your neck so hard that you almost get whiplash and starts to squeeze and pull until your bleary brown eyes meet manic green ones.

it’s like looking into an abyss.

Megumi is practically drilling holes into your skull with how intense he looks, pupils dilated to their max with his jawline more than apparent due to his clenched jaw— you can tell by the red flush on his scrunched face and the thick veins that wrap around his arms ‘n neck that he is pissed.

Pissed at you for pissing on him, no doubt.

your eyes begin to well up in preparation for a well-deserved scolding when he finally growls at you, his voice subdued and gritty.

“you’re gonna do that again.”

At that point 🥴🍆⚰️☠️ cause over stimulation and your sucking my clit like a pacy. My soul would of died and gon to heavn

best friend kiri and bakugou having a competition over who eats pussy the best and you “unfortunately” get dragged into it, only for them to overstim you because you just can’t decide on the winner.

I’m eating this tf up bro cause???

how Bakugou just shoves you down on the bed and goes to work on you. Kirishima just watching from the side, kissing your neck and playing with your tits. and when Bakugou finishes, you barely get a moment of reprieve before Kiri is taking his place and sucking at your sensitive clit.

this is so hot. I’m literally in love with this omg I might write more idk idk

Like why?

🥴🥴 but like baku babe getting off on praise alone with the "mommy's good boy"🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

but like mommy kink bakugou and deku 👀

maaaaan I read a mommy kink with Bakugou one shot on ao3 once, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been months.

Like I said before, I STRONGLY felt as though Bakugou was a boob man (before tumblr made me see the light) but I really do feel like Deku is a boob man—and a chubby chaser.

I think Bakugou would have a mommy kink though because of his extensive and complicated relationship with his mom. I love Mitsuki, but it was so fucked up when she said that he “got himself kidnapped” like. ma’am. you too find to be acting like that 😔 so I think he’d go to you for comfort with his kink!! just praising him and being gentle—just the opposite of his mom.

while Deku would have one because of how much he loves and relies on his mom. Points added if you’re chubby and kinda similarly shaped like his mom. Just you being all soft and squishy and pretty!! He loves when you cradle his big ass Pro Hero form and let him suck on your tits while you brush his hair back and coo about how great of a hero he is.

if you couldn’t tell, I really like mommy kinks 🥴

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 ! ]✧˚₊‧

Best Little Booty in Town

Welcome Home Papa!

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki, Minato Namikaze, Kakashi Hatake

Tags/Warnings: Incest, Teacher/Student, threesome, Eating ass, cock sucking, dirty talk, spanking, cross dressing, daddy kink, daddy’s boy

Minato yawned as he woke up. He stretched his hands over his head to pop his back a little. Looking around the room he let another yawn slip from his lips before he heard breathing. He turned his head a little and watched a figure beside him breathing lightly. He studied the figure from behind long blonde hair and small body. He went to touch the figure only for it to turn around in its sleep and Minato smiled.

The figure in his head was his son Naruto. He must have snuck in his bed again last night. Naruto blinked awake and gave his father a sweet smile.

"Good morning Daddy" Naruto said.

Minato smiled and patted his son's head before Naruto dove under the covers and proceeded to suck Minato's cock. Minato let out a moan before he laid back and pulled the covers back to watch his son give him head. They had this relation ever since he was 12 years. It started out innocent with kisses on the lips and dressing in provocative clothing, as he got older he got bolder and now at the sweet age of sixteen he was servicing his father day in and out. He was still a shinobi and Minato was still the Hokage, but Naruto would always have time for his father to make him feel amazing every day. Naruto bobbed his head up and down before deep throating his father's cock and Minato gasped while his body shivered when Naruto started to write out his name in Kanji with his tongue on his cock.

"Fuck...Naru" Minato moaned.

Suddenly Minato's hands were tangled in his son’s long hair and began to begin face fuck Naruto's mouth moaning in delight shivering as he was close to releasing his sons warm wet mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Minato moaned loudly.

Naruto had a blush across his face his cheeks puffy from sucking his father's cock and his eyes glossed over with love of his father. Finally, his father came into his mouth and Naruto swallowed it all down. Finally, after filling his mouth with his father’s milk and swallowing it all down like a good boy he let his mouth off and licked his lips before opening his mouth to show he swallowed it all down.

"Good boy Naru. Now go grab a shower, I have a meeting in a few minutes." Minato said.

"At once Hokage-sama" Naruto giggled.

He slipped out of bed and had Minato swat his bubble butt and he blushed before he paused.

"Daddy...wouldn't it be better to grab a shower together...it will be quicker" Naruto suggested.

Minato smiled.

"Sounds like a good idea Naruto" Minato said.

They both slipped into the bathroom for what was to be a... quick shower.

Naruto dressed in a cheongsam that had slits up the side with no sleeves. He was limping slightly, thanks to his shower with daddy. Daddy was a little late for his meeting. It wasn't Naruto's fault all he wanted to do was wash his father and then his father decided to get little frisky and tongue his ass eating him out like a pro and fucking him like he would die if he didn't against the tile. Naruto was a little sore, but he vanished in a swirl in air to reappear in the market district and began to shop for dinner tonight.

He had gotten looks all that morning. Sure, he grew his hair a little longer, but he saw what his mother's hair looked like all red, pretty and long he decided to grow out his hair in memory of his mother. Daddy didn't mind at all especially when they did it doggy style and he had something to pull on.

 As he picked up a few fruits and vegetables he felt a familiar light feeling and made a clone to continue shopping and he vanished to his father's office.

On entering the tower, he neared the doors and heard a noise. It sounded familiar, like a very faint moan. Naruto giggled before vanishing again and reappearing in his father's office only to see the sight of Papa Kakashi fucking his daddy hard and his daddy seemed to love it if the scattered papers knocked everywhere had any indications.

 Kakashi looked up and gave a grin before motion Naruto over with his hand not breaking rhythm once as Naruto came around the desk to give his papa a kiss on the cheek. before crawling between his father's legs and wrapped his pretty lips around his father's cock. Minato arched and gave off a silent scream.

"Such a dirty little whore you are Hokage-sama" Kakashi growled in his ear.

Minato moaned panting and whimpering. His head was spinning, how he missed his sweet kashi and his very yummy cock. He pounded into his ass so deep he was seeing stars and his son with his lips wrapped around his cock was about to make his release all the closer.

"So, good. Ahh kashi! N-Naru n-no don't suck so hard baby!" Minato moaned.

Naruto shook his head and deep throat his father’s cock as Minato cried out again only for Kakashi pulled his head back and gave a him a harsh kiss shoving his tongue down his throat making Minato tangle his tongue around his. Kakashi continued to thrust hard into his blonde lover and finally came inside and Minato come into his son’s mouth. Naruto smiled swallowing it all down and letting go with a wet pop.

Kakashi pulled out of Minato's ass and saw that he was still rock hard. It wasn't enough. Minato was still dazed then he felt himself be pulled back onto Kakashi's lap his still slick erection rubbing against his abused asshole only for Kakashi to plunge his cock back into his abused ass. Minato cried out loudly his hands clutching the arms of his chairs as Kakashi was fucking him and biting the back of his neck whispering things that made him hotter and hornier. Naruto watched on his father's desk as they fucked while he played with himself. His hand wrapped around his cock pumping it slowing while sticking  two lubricated fingers inside himself panting as they moved in and out. His daddy and Papa were just so sexy when they fucked.

Minato watched his son play with himself but more of looking at his sweet little hole that was begging to be fucked.

"Kashi" Minato mewled.

Kakashi knew that look and nodded before letting his cock out of Minato and instantly Minato was on top of his son biting at his throat sucking and leaving hickey marks. Hearing his adoptive son moan so beautifully Kakashi would of cum then and there, but thanks to years of practice he could control himself. 

Minato spread his son’s legs wide open and plunged his cock into his son’s sweet ass hearing Naruto cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy! Ah so good!" Naruto cried out.

"you like being fucked by your daddy don't you. Such a slutty son I have, even when his Papa is watching him" Minato said.

Naruto tilted his head to the side to see Kakashi watching him and blushed trying to hide himself from his Papa's stare only for him to be lifted and while his daddy's cock was still inside him and drag them both from the desk. Naruto panted as they shifted. He hit spots that he forgot that existed.

"Now baby, beg your papa to fill you while I am still inside, Papa wants to be inside you too baby" Minato moaned into his son's ear.

Naruto blushed and mewled.

"Papa, please I need more...will you fill me u-UP!" Naruto said/screamed.

In the middle of the sentence he felt his Papa enter his ass and began to thrust along with his daddy. Oh god it felt too good they were both hitting that delicious spot and he wanted to cum so quickly! but his daddy prevented that and continue to thrust inside his son and against his partner.

"Daddy! Papa! Oh god I'm going crazy!" Naruto screamed.

"So, dirty my baby is. Such a slutty ass he has squeezing me and papa so good. Naughty boy" Minato said.

Naruto panted leaning his head against Kakashi's chest his eyes glazed over and both his father and Papa began to thrust faster and harder. Finally, after a few moments they both came inside Naruto who screamed loudly at being filled and waited for his body to stop convulsing from the orgasm. Kakashi was the first to pull out and then his daddy.

"mmm nn welcome back papa" Naruto said weakly.

Kakashi nodded and kissed Naruto's forehead. Minato redressed himself and licked his lips when looking at his son’s butt again. Naruto was a drug to him and he could never get enough. Honestly, he would take him off shinobi register and demand he stay home so he could fuck him every day into the mattress.

"Alright. I'll be going home to cook dinner. I hope I see you two tonight" Naruto said.

With that he got out the last crease in his outfit and was about to vanish only for Kakashi to catch him and vanish them together. Minato shook his head before he looked at his paper work scattered everywhere. He sighed before creating shadow clones to help pick up the paper work and start renewed.

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 oh my. I almost fainted.. Jesus take the wheel

Could I request some scenarios with Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki where the have a black s/o (who’s thick as hell and her body’s just gorgeous) and one night when they were getting a lil freaky 😏 she tries to get away because at this point it just too much 😶 and they’re just like “where you going, stop running from this dick” 🥵 (and btw I love your fics so much and I hope you do this one ❤️ have a good night)

Your shapely legs were split wide and thrown up in the air being held by powerful, scarred hands.

“F-fuck, Deku, s-slow down,” you begged, “please!”

Your pleading was music to the man’s ears. The way your hazy, half lidded dark eyes glistened with tears in the corners made him want to push you further over the edge.

“I got you, babydoll, fuck you feel so good..” Deku moaned as he plowed you with back breaking speed.

“Deku, I caaan’t.” You whined, back arching off the bed as your toes curled.

Green eyes admired your big bouncing dark tits and the way you gripped the sheets.

“Daddy, please~”

“Sshhh, it’s ok, baby. I got you.” Your man hummed back.

He leaned down, still holding your legs above your head to hit even deeper into your gripping walls.

“Haaaah~Dekuuu!”

Intense pleasure burst through your core. Too much! Fuck! It was so good it hurt.

“Like that, y/n?” He grunted lengthening his intense strokes.

“Please,” your manicured fingers pushed his hips, “Deku, it-ahhh~it’s too mu-much-please-“ you said, trying and failing to wriggle away from the broad, strong body.

Deku tossed your tiny hand away with a chuckle.

“No, no, baby doll.” He picked up his pace, cursing under his breath at the way your creamed and clenched on his dick. “D-Don’t run from it. Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Don’t run from me~”

Your boyfriend’s dick was hot and heavy and deep inside your aching pussy. Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately—for you, he was not easing up anytime soon.

“Shoto~” you whined.

“Mmm?” He hummed against your ear. His warm hand squeezed around your throat as he held you flush against his hard chest. “What is it, y/n? You want it deeper.”

“Unnn~” was all you could manage. You shook your head to the best of your ability making your kinky curls bounce slightly. “N-aah~mm~no more. Too much.” You stammered.

“Too much?” He slid out slowly, giving you a fraction of relief before you plunging back inside you.

“Gah!” He choked you harder, speeding up until you felt his sack slapping against your pussy.

“But you look so good taking my dick like this, Angel.”

“Shoto, I can’t take it any deeper!” Every stroke had your vision going black, eyes rolling.

He slid his hands along your flushed melanated skin, one hot and one cold, to squeeze your fat breasts.

“Yes you can. This juicy ass of yours was made for taking my dick like this wasn’t it?” He moaned. He loved the way your soft cheeks provided extra cushion for his dick. “Wasn’t it?”

You bit your full lip, loving every naughty word.

“I jus-just need-“ you reached back, gripping his thigh. “N-not so much...”

Shoto grabbed your hand and twisted your arm behind your back.

“I don’t think so, y/n,” he groaned at the sensation of yet another shaky orgasm as you came on his dick. “You’re not running from me, beautiful. Don’t run from it~”

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Hmmm maybe midnight drives with Kirishima??

aaaAAAA YES!<3

~late night drives wif kiri:)~

I feel like Kiri would see that tonight was one of those nights you felt super energized, basically bouncing off the walls with nothing to do, and he would smile and grab his keys.

If you’re not allowed out with him, Kiri will help you crawl out your window and immediately carry you to his car. (doesn’t matter your size, beefy Kiri is here:>)

Late night drives with Kiri are like the late night snack runs as well, except you sit in random parking lots and make some random drink out of candy and sodas. (battery acid)

You would turn your music up all the way, scream the lyrics and laugh when your throat gets hoarse. That’s not the only reason your throat is hoarse for that night;)

After all those cute moments with the music and everything, you would crawl over to Kiri’s lap, (doesn’t matter your size, Kiri carries all!<3) and give him kisses along his jawline.

“Thought we were going to be peaceful tonight, pretty girl?” But when you look up at him with those pretty eyes, who is he to deny?

So he orders you in the backseat, and the rest is history<3

I high key love this but this made my eyes sting #dekuisultimatelover #pooruravity

PLEASEEE MILF LOVER IZUKU???? Gimme more NEOW! But there needs to be more angst… Fresh out of high school(+18 of course)- pro hero DEKU and the “love of his life” Sneaking around their tight schedules to fuck eachothers brains out because apparently his girlfriend uraraka just doesn’t do it for him. Each time they fuck their tension out, the scenery gets riskier and riskier, which leads to izuku slamming Ms.Y/n on his dick in the same house his girlfriend sleeps in bed. So much evidence is left behind that day, including the home wreaker herself, in a deep sleep. Her stretched holes oozing cum on the couch while Izuku’s now ex girlfriend sobs because she came downstairs to get a glass of water :)

ended up not writing them as together for the jump cause it made my tummy hurt.

fresh out of college, izuku midoriya was ready to save lives.

what he wasn’t ready to do was meet you.

you were in a collapsing building after helping your son and his class run out, field trip gone definitely wrong.

he was about to help with other beams sticking out when your son latched on to him, voice shrill in his panic asking for the green-haired hero to, “help her! help my mommy!” he bent down telling him direct him the right way. your child being a smart cookie did, calling your name again, and pointing when you asked if he was okay. “there she is, please mister, help her!” and he did as asked.

pulling your from the rubble was cathartic for all of you. your son saw you again, crying and hugging you. midoriya got to see the holder of the pretty voice that echoed to their child that, “i’m okay!” and you thanked midoriya after hugging your son tightly, also hugging him, and kissing his cheek. if he flushed, you may have seen and or not, who knows. he didn’t stay long after, just waving and running away.

he saw you again, walking the halls of his agency, holding a stacked bento, asking for “the big green hero, with the pretty freckles?” and when you found him, you thanked him again. you came to his desk, setting down his bento, and patted his chest, once, twice, three times, when he said it wasn’t needed. that he’s a hero, it’s his job.

once again, meeting you was cathartic for him. after he finished, he splayed his legs wide, unknowingly centering you between them, and when you got on your knees, he panicked. mutters of, “you don’t have to,” and “i’m just young, it happens sometimes,” spilled from his mouth. you simply asked if he wanted it and when he nodded, you gave him a lil blowie. why little, you might ask. well poor pro hero deku came down your throat early, and to make up for it, fucked you in the locker room, covering your mouth and shushing you lightly. he made your meeting him cathartic several times over, even giving you his number and some merch.

if anyone asks why you walked out with a deku scarf and hat, just don’t say anything. some things are better left alone. like post sex hair.

it happed so much it was ridiculous. in the empty meeting room during your lunch break, he fucks you holding you up by your thighs and praising you for how well you take his dick. even fucking you by the door once, and when your coworker passed by and stopped, he clamped a hand over your mouth and nose, shushing you. when they left, he looked down to you, moaning when he saw your eyes rolled and your little fingernails marking his arm up. replacing his hand with his mouth, he fucked into you harder, leaving you chair bound until the end of your shift.

the lines began blurring when moans of, “i love the way you fuck me,” and “gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget me,” became, “fuck, i think love you,” and “i’m keeping you forever.” then it became real, something to look differently at. a bigger perspective so to say.

he explained his, relationship to you. the one with uraraka that is. the one where he never truly knew if they were together. you started with asking why the media was so obsessed with “ochadeku” and if you should leave him be. he shouted no, and took you to explain. the media’s dramatization of them since their school years and how he’s really not sure himself.

“well when we graduated,” he spoke to you laid out on his big couch, “i know she said something about wanting to be together forever, but...” he cut his eyes to you laying atop him, hands under you chin to see him better, “i guess i’m not sure what that meant. i mean, i wanna fight by kacchan’s side forever, everyone really. but she never...”

“specified,” you spoke, brow raising.

“yeah. i mean we were college kids, everyone get attached to someone, did it mean a lot, i guess it depends,” he sighed. “i wish i could tell you angel.”

you smiled at the name, tilting your head and whispering, “it’s okay baby, ‘s not easy being the hottest hero and fucking a sad mother on the weekends.”

he jerked you up with him, holding your face between his hands, “don’t say that! you’re- you’re amazing, and wonderful and beautiful, you’re,” he paused, looking at you a bit closer, “you’re everything i want.”

once again, you were found under midoriya, clutching him to you in tears of joy and shock. your cathartic moment came again when you both cried out your love for the other, names following after.

finally, you asked if midoriya would invite uraraka over for dinner so you can understand the person your baby boy has been speaking of. the woman the media said he should be with forever, which rude. let him have a bit of freedom.

you talked over dinner and when everything was cleaned, you offered uraraka one of your guest rooms, saying even a hero can’t walk home after a few glasses of wine.

you didn’t think it all the way through when you flipped over your dress showing izuku your garter and thigh highs. you didn’t think when you let him pick you up and pop off your panties, eating you out on the freshly cleaned counter. you didn’t think when izuku asked if he could fuck you good, “just one time before bed, please momma.”

your only thoughts were the way his hips snakes into you, jerking your body up and making you breathless. only the way you felt him press down on your tummy when you whined for a half a second that, “he’s too big.” only the way he wrapped thick arms under your withering frame, pressing into you deeply, like he wanted to meld with you, whispering pretty words into your ear, nipping, licking. only the way he came in you so damn deep, asking if you liked it, liked how he cums just for you, only for you, in you. only the way just one time turned into several, leaving you both exhausted.

you were horrified at the way uraraka’s voice cracked when she found you and him scratched, bitten, and fucked out. how she pointed out the messiness of your hair and the cum flaking on your cheek, and how even izuku was hunched over from soreness. how she cried about wanting to ask him out later that week, so they can get married and have kids and have the perfect life. how she left after midoriya told her he didn’t see that happening with her, only you.

the media didn’t stop, but if some articles saw how he was uncomfortable with paps asking about his relationship with uravity, they didn’t matter soon.

when you announced your pregnancy with twins. with the symbol of hopes twins. they commented on how well he treated your existing child, and the way such a big strong man treated you with gentleness and love. even uravity had to admit you looked good together, even through heartbreak.

the midoriya’s are the talk of the town.