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*sips wine and whines* can I just get fucked stupid like this?! Please 🙏 daddy please 🙏 🥺 God please!!

Netflix & Willy’s Down

Honey’s Masterlist

↬ Pairing:Mirio Togata x Black Female Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

↬ Warning:NSFW,18+,Minors DNI

↬ Disclaimer:Threesome,Rim,Oral,Anal,Split Roast,Tentacles,Praise,Creampie,Dumbification,

Cervix Kissing,Handjob,Double Penetration,Throat Fucking,Light Impact Play,M/F/M

↬ Word count:1.5k

Note:Thanks @daisy-bakugo for creating this collaboration & congratulations on 1k! I think I’ve outdid myself with this one lmao but who knows.

The Pornscape Collab [ MDNI ]

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Saturday Nights was Movie Marathon Night with Mirio,Tamaki,Nejire and little ole you were y’all watch bad movies and pig out until y’all fell asleep just to get ready the next day for work.

Every Saturday night event was held either between the boys' shared apartment or Nejire apartment and yours as well. But tonight Nejire wasn’t able to host it at her home so y’all went to your apartment because it was closer than the boys.

Everything was set up smoothly and Netflix was pulled up on the big screen in the living room. Blankets and pillows were pulled out then laid all over the place for everyone to get comfortable in it while being able to reach for the food or remote.

Now all there was to do was find a movie to watch that everyone would like. It had to be something with comedy,action and a bit of drama because what could go wrong with that. Well y’all was two movies deep into movie night and it was Tamaki’s turn to pick the next movie.

As y’all was watching the movie a sex scene popped up on the screen causing Tamaki to yelp and try to scramble for the remote but Mirio stopped him and grabbed the remote dangling it in front of the embarrassed man.

“Come Tamaki the movie is just getting good, isn’t that right sunshine?” Mirio jokingly said while looking over to you watching their interaction over the remote. The raunchy moaning with background music wasn’t any help to the situation at all.

Placing a calm hand onto the trembling Tamaki; he flinches a little bit from contact but he welcomes the touch regardless. “It’s okay with me and besides this kind of scene doesn’t last long anyway.” You said leaning more onto him with a soft smile.

Oh how that was a bold face lie to your previous statement made to Tamaki.

And that’s how you ended up with your legs pressed wide open and Mirio holding you down by your thighs slurping away at your dripping cunt. As you’re busy with Tamaki riding your tongue moaning all pretty like. You were double hand jerking him off twisting different ways while going up and down with ease because the precum leaking from his dick.

Tamaki activated his quirk to fondle your nipples with the suction cups and jerked Mirio off at the same time. You slapped Tamaki ass making him yelp from the pleasurable pain. Your moans were muffled by tamaki cute ass as mirio started sucking harder on your clit being stuffed with three fingers caressing your spongy spot that’s making you see stars. He felt you tighten around him even more as if you were about to cum.

“Come sunshine don’t be stingy with me”Mirio said, lifting up a bit, pressing his thumb on your clit and rubbing circular motion.

Then he goes and starts making out with the blushing elf getting his ass eaten so deliciously by you feeling your wet muscle twisting and wiggling in there against his prostate. He trembles and tries his hardest not to lose his mind to the wet ass handjob you’ve been giving by tickling Mirio's tight hole.

Mirio's hips were pumping into Tamaki’s grip, feeling himself getting ready to cum he stopped kissing him and started sucking on the tip of his dick. Moaning from the intense pleasures they both had cum. Tamaki scrambling off of you as Mirio picked you up and placed you into a full Nelson.

“Are you enjoying yourself y/n?”tamaki mutters out. Rubbing Mirio’s hard cock against you as you nodded your head yes moaning at the sensation of the fat long cock. Tamaki looked at Mirio and nodded his head then guided him into you.

Mirio immediately started thrusting up into you at gear grinding pace as tamaki was kitten licking what couldn’t fit inside. He was rubbing your clit, the squelching sounds of your wet abused pussy was filling the room.You couldn’t think straight, feeling him ramming up into you, the coil in your belly getting tighter than usual.

Drooling at this point when you felt that coil snap and you squirted all over Tamaki making a big mess almost forcing Mirio outside of your womb. Mirio slowed down then pulled out and lined himself up with your puckering hole as Tamaki climbed up in front of you with his thick member dribbling with more precum the tip was a blushing pink as he lined himself up.

Tamaki eased himself inside of you groaning at the feeling of your velvet walls squeezing him so deliciously. He started thrusting to keep your attention on him as Mirio worked his way inside of your tight ass. Mirio was whispering praises into your ear easing until he was all the way to the hilt and feeling Tamaki moving inside of that thin spongy layer.

“Fuck sunshine keep sucking me in like that — ah you’re taking Tamaki so well y/n.”Mirio grunted out. As Tamaki started ramming into your soft cervix causing you to squeal and cream around him and Mirio. Mouth hanging open, Tamaki started sucking on your tongue and Mirio was sucking on your neck.

It was almost too much going on between the three of you and you trying your hardest to keep up but it dissolved into nothing but babbling fuck toy between two proheros with insane stamina.

Your third orgasm was approaching hot and deliriously fast for you to control it and it was a big one;gripping onto Tamaki shoulders tightly as you feel the band snap and curving into the deepest arch — squirting all over the place eyes rolled back a silent scream left your mouth hanging opened.

The boys followed right behind in their own orgasmic high as cum was leaking outside of you they pulled out one at a time changing the position again.

You were laying down on the couch and Tamaki on top of you in the 69 position as Mirio was sucking on a Tamaki tight rim spitting in his hole while massaging his soft ass cheeks.You was massaging Tamaki balls and sucking his tip as he was eating you out moaning into your cum filled pussy.

Mirio was grinding his fat dick against Tamaki hole groaning at the feeling then slowly pushing himself inside causing the man to arch his back and let out a deep sigh feeling his much bigger counterpart entering him and nestling balls deep.

As Mirio was fucking into tamaki while you was still sucking on tamaki dick and now gripping onto mirio strong thighs as you was close to cumming again.

Feeling Tamaki try his hardest not lose focus on tongue fucking you and playing with your clit. Mirio cums first gripping onto the slim waist of tamaki tightly grounding himself deeply inside throbbing. Then tamaki followed right behind him, spilling his thick load down your throat forcing you to swallow every last drop in your cute little mouth.

Lastly you follow right behind them as tamaki pinches your clit causing your sweet orgasm to move up to the forefront to make its presence known as your back arched off of the couch and your squealing was muffled by the boy's current weight on top of you.

Pulling out of Tamaki they moved your overly relaxed body around so that you were facing Mirio with him holding your blissed out face. As Tamaki got behind you and lifted up your hips grabbing your left leg turning a little bit to split you in half on his overstimulated dick.

“You’re doing amazing sunshine, can you give us one more?” Mirio muttered to you but all you could do was preen at him, being so close eyes rolling back as Tamaki slides back into fluttering walls with ease.

Your mewling as Mirio coos sugary sweet words to you and trying to respond back but your mind was blank. Holding your mouth opened Mirio stood back up smearing his oozing precum all on your lips and tongue then sliding into your wet drooling mouth.

He starts thrusting into your mouth with ease as he leans over to kiss Tamaki and to play with your cum filled rim. Mirio’s grip tighten as he was fucking that dangling thang in the back of your throat; causing you to breathe through your nose that was buried in his blonde pube.

Eyes watering up you were lapping him up as he kept moving inside your mouth. Groaning into the kiss Tamaki’s nails were digging into your leg and hips as he picked up the pace, feeling clamp down on him again even tighter this time. Mirio’s hand slid from your ass to your sloppy wet cunt and started rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb pressing down.

It was all too much for you after the countless orgasms were reduced to a whiny blubbering mess. Your poor arms gave out on you but Mirio still held you up not even losing his tempo. The different thrusts from them had you seeing stars before your vision blacked out.

Feeling soft kisses and a warm sponge cleaning you off. Opening your eyes slowly you saw the two boys cleaning you up and leaving kisses on the tender parts.

“I guess we kinda went overboard this time huh ?”Mirio sheepishly said while rubbing the back of his neck. Leaving Tamaki blushing and still wiping away, not looking you in the eyes.

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I'm screaming!!!!😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥂🍾 I need priest nanami in my life!!!

SUNDAY’S BEST

Ft. NANAMI KENTO

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━PAIRINGS: Preacher Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━CW: barely any religious mentions, established marriage, dub-con, somnophila, oral(f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, (f)masturbation, car sex, mating press, heavy breeding kink, public(ish) sex, creampie

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━WORD COUNT: 3.5k

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━FROM CHRIS: I mean…it’s nasty. But believe it or not, i rlly love Nanami :3

A preacher’s child.

They say the life of one is filled with the hardest expectations to fill. Constantly being judged, constantly under watch, and constantly forced to hide their true selves. The unrealistic standards shroud their thoughts and the forced reputation of the family name and honor hinders their every move.

Secrets become the only choice and the dark side of their lives becomes a relief. Their days are filled with nothing but being the “good kid” and the “best role model for all” who pass through the holy doors every Sunday morning.

But…does anyone ever wonder about the preacher’s wife? 

The one who shines above all just for ditching her maiden name for one doused in holy virtue. The one who has no choice but to have a warm and welcoming heart for everyone scattered about the church. The traits of kind and gentle are immediately attached to her name, assuming the same temperate position as the preacher. 

She’s never found too far from her husband either, usually residing at the very front of the pews, hands politely folded atop the plush curve of her tightly pursed thigh. She could be found there every Sunday, even Wednesdays if a bible study was called for. The kind, gentle woman who supports her husband with the occasional glimmering smiles of white and endearing head nods of reassurance. 

All while trying extra hard to keep those pesky rivulets of white seeping through her panties from wandering onto the sacred scene. 

It’s a reality some could never dream of, but one you couldn’t have thought would be shown to you by the town’s very own beloved Nanami Kento. 

Righteous in front of others but salacious when with you—just the traits picked up by his youth. He was once known as the preacher’s kid, quiet and reserved with only a collection of words to say. He only ever did speak when spoken to, could recite ten verses with ease, and was honored as the perfect child. 

Since your younger days as well, you pondered all too aimlessly about Nanami. He was never found with a genuine smile or tone, never was found playing after service with the other children, or even strolling around the neighborhoods with a friend or two.

Pity stained your tongue unwantingly, the urge to help him being repressed by other thoughts. All you could’ve done was pray that he’d be freed of what troublesome chains held onto him, that one day life would hold no limits for him in the days to come. 

Though, such prayers could have never prepared you for today’s realities, Nanami now pursuing priesthood with you as his bride. 

Since taking on the role of wife and finally entering the daily life of Nanami Kento, there were a couple of things to make note of. 

One: he was nothing of what his former timid character made him out to be, now becoming more vocal with his wants and needs. 

Two: as much as he enjoyed a set order and routine, Nanami welcomed life’s spontaneous moments all the same. 

And lastly: his stamina was one for the books.

It’s a blessing to him honestly, being rewarded with a beautiful woman like yourself. Truth be told, he’s had his eye on you since your shared days of youth. If not for the buried confidence and the shielding of negative thoughts, he would have never taken the first step to pursue a relationship with you.

But it was only with you that Nanami found himself reaching deep within to discover who he truly was. 

A man forever indicted in carnal lust.

He knew it from the first date and withdrew from it until your wedding night, wanting to tear and replace every bit of clothing from your body with his own warmth. There wasn’t a night he remembered where he didn’t wish to indulge in you, sending the thick crown of his cock to kiss at your cervix.

There wasn’t a night where Nanami didn’t want to fill your ears with nothing but the sound of him and him only, spilling the slurred speech of how well your pussy could take him. He was driven near mad in all honesty. Restraint was the only thing, wanting to holdfast onto what morals remained. 

Yet, marriage only seemed to bring all this rush of desire and more to light, Nanami now harboring the urge to fill your cunt with the white-hot pools of his cum. It was a rush that he wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world. Just to feel how his tummy would tense, skin running hot with a licking heat, and his mind thrown into complete turmoil—all to hear you squeal at the addictive sensation was all he needed. 

But there came a condition with his sudden obsession; he would only do so on a Sunday—both before and after service. He couldn’t tell you why but he swore it was only on Sundays that he felt heavier, neediest, and too pent up for words.

So, on the days that Sunday did roll around, he’d wake up a whole hour before you did, his eyes cracking at six o’clock sharp. He’ll lay there for a few minutes, heavy lids perched on the sight of you—his sleeping beauty laying without the duvet’s restriction to his eye.

He breathed it all in, from the small pout consuming your lips, the silky cream night slip dress rising with your flooding chest, down to the precious moans mindlessly leaving from you. He often found himself, sneaking a hand behind his briefs to lace around the thick girth of his shaft. A subtle squeeze led to a groan of deliverance he couldn’t afford. 

He picked himself up from beside you, carefully slotting his body between what space was offered by your thighs. The mattress only caved to his body’s contours, sinking especially deep around his perched forearms. His hands cup at your inner thigh, the pulsing pry granting him more room for comfort. 

Nanami knows just how much you look forward to Sundays too, your excitement leading you to take the proactive route. That fact alone is why Nanami’s greeted by the sight of your bare cunt, the pads of his fingers gravitating to the puffy lips. The initial skim of his touch is nothing short of gentle and lingering, minding that he doesn’t slip any further. 

It’s when Nanami’s fingers finally pull apart the lips of your cunt that he falters, allowing a shushed “fuck” to fall from his lips. Even beneath the sun’s latent rays of light, he can see all he needs too—the soft curves of your folds sticky and ridden in slick, the dormant hood of your clit throbbing with the heat of greed.

There’s nothing that really comes to mind when Nanami’s like this, biting back the urge to smother your pussy in his ministrations. But he wants to tease you, bring you to a point just to take it all back. His thumb retires from rest, softly swiping at your clit for his own self-amusement. 

There’s something in it for him, more than his pleasure and more than your orgasm. What Nanami really loved about your pussy was the response, being able to visually watch every single one of his actions settle into your core. Everything he does comes back to him, either in a twitch, a fluttering gasp, or even the uncontrollable spasms of a squirt. 

But for today, all Nanami sought after was for the cute bulb of nerves to kiss at his tongue with a prickling streak of pleasure. He was too quick to remove his essence sullied thumb from you, eyes hinged onto the thinning trail connecting you both. His tongue hurried to replace the fading warmth by pressing against your folds, the delicate sheets parting around him.

What pulls the breathless moan from his chest is you, the rivulets of your taste drizzled all over his tongue. He still can’t believe that a few lazy swirls from his thumb could stir you up like this, enough to get you this wet but still casted away by sleep’s hand.

Either way, a complaint couldn’t have fallen from his lips. Instead, Nanami had a tranquil notion in his mind to take control, his eyes coming to a fluttering shut. It’s why his tongue can drag up to your clit ever so slowly, just to drag down to your slit swiftly.

When he does return to the glimmering bud, it’s nothing but careful nudges. He can feel it too, how your clit begins to harden against him, how the blood all falls to meet his touch. It’s the hot pulses that turn Nanami on all the more, almost as if you’re begging for a break. 

And maybe if he wasn’t so far gone, he’d give you that well-deserved break. Yet, he shines a grin fit for the devil at how generously swollen the tender pearl’s become. It’s a sign of just how close you are and who was he to deny you of any pleasure?

His lips come to a close just above your pussy, sealing off your clit within. Cheeks are hollowed and Nanami can’t control anything else from that point on—not that he really wanted to. It’s out of the kindness of his heart that Nanami’s thumb drifts between your folds once more, grazing along the gummy sheets to soothe over the incoming high. 

Unfortunately, poor Nanami’s so invested in you that he doesn’t notice your hand landing on his head, lithe fingers grappling through the bed of untamed blonde. He doesn’t even notice your hips shuddering from him, trying to pull back from the onslaughts of his worked jaw.

It’s not until Nanami finally decides to greet you that he notices how soaked the bed is underneath you or how his chin faces the same fate. All he does is bring his lips to ghost over the adorably perked hood, ending it all off with a kiss. 

“G’Morning, Sweetheart. Let’s get ready for service, yeah?”

That’s all he leaves you off on, a smug smile and some words before his feet hit the hardwood floor of your bedroom. It’s become normal to him but indescribable for you. As to how he can brush off his lustful whims in an instant fell nothing short of a mystery —considering how the proof laid right before your eyes. Even with disbelief written on your face and a chest desperate for air, you still cared to trudge behind Nanami to start your day.

The clock sits at seven-thirty by the time you and Nanami settle into the car. It’s almost like a clean slate had been taken upon by you both, dressed in the cleanest of attire. His once untamed blonde locks were replaced with his usual style, nothing a pull of a comb couldn’t fix.

A plain navy suit found itself onto Nanami’s body with not a wrinkle in sight. Yet as for you, Nanami really couldn’t keep his eyes off you. In your opinion, it was a lackluster black dress and paired heels that suited anyone at any time. In his opinion, it was everything he lived for. 

When Nanami turns his head to feed his excitement of you, he’s met with the sight he’ll never get over: you with closed eyes, biting down on your finger out of concern. Legs parted just slightly with a small hand tucked beneath your dress. The silent squelches tell Nanami all he needs to know—you were stretching yourself out just for him.  

He gawks at you for just another moment, turning his sights back onto the road in silence. It’s the awkwardness instilled in Nanami that gets him so flustered, a feeling he knows may never overcome.

You being the only other woman in his life weren’t much help either. There are still days when he’ll come to a loss of words, falling into a mindless ramble out of embarrassment. His composure’s lost to the stars and suddenly coherency is out of his reach.

For now, he braces himself for as long as he could, his hand gripping the steering wheel that much tighter until he arrives at the quaint lone-standing building known as the church. But he dare to not stare at the sacred home, his hungered eyes tracing something more interesting. 

A display of mindless behavior really, Nanami’s hand latching onto your wrist. He pulls your hand from between your thighs slowly, fetching the glistening digits to his lips. Of course, he’ll stare right at you as he’s busy cleaning up your mess, his tongue following the glossy strings laid about. It’s only when a simple question rolls from his mouth that you can comprehend his current state of mind. 

“I think we can squeeze a quickie in, what about you?”

You offer him a weak nod before climbing into the backseat, hands tugging at the dress to encircle your waist. Before you could even blink, Nanami’s hovering over you while fidgeting with his belt’s buckle. 

It’s in the heat of a moment like this that you don’t seem to recognize the man you married. You can’t help but form such opinions, asking yourself ridiculous questions without true answers.

Where was the docile boy that existed? Who would only speak when spoken to and stray from any behavior disapproved by his elders? 

Now here he was before you with anticipation heavy on the brain. He isn’t bothered enough to tug at his tie or to unbutton his shirt, opting to slip free from the navy jacket before resting on his haunches. His hands cup the underside of your knees, making it that much easier to press your thighs to your chest.

The pretty swell of your cunt’s lips catches Nanami’s eye, his fingers senselessly drifting against the cloth. He’s so specific to not tear your panties, hooking the soaked inseam to sit along your inner thigh. 

His hand finally slips past his pants to free his cock from the hellish confines, greeting your eye with a dangerous grip. Time was fond of Nanami, ensuring that each second was savored in bliss as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance, the pink crown ripe with the softest of twitches and the thickest of veins just begging for relief.

Elation springs to the forefront of Nanami’s brain, clouding him from the hold of sensibility. His hips almost move for themselves, driving forward in a drunken fury. First, it’s the tip that fills you, barely stretching you for what’s to come. Inch by inch, he’s patiently waiting for the moment where all you know, think, and feel is him.

He loves it truly, watching your eyes widen at the realization, your hands reaching to cover your lips riddled with spit. There’s a certain gasp that takes over your lungs that utterly spoils his ears. Call it a hint of pride, but when that gasp rings from your lips, Nanami can’t help but turn on his ego.

He knows just how deep he was and well he’d fuck that fact out of you, a lesson he swears you seem to forget. But it’s the recoil that drains Nanami for all he’s got, the suffocating clench of your walls pulling such a pretty mewl from his knitted lips. It’s his undoing, pulling from the beckoning thumps of your cervix to press restart on all he’s accomplished for the moment. 

And it’s so unforgiving, the cold etching along his shaft while the head of his cock sits snug with just the slightest peek of pink to meet his eye. His hands search for refuge at the back of your thighs, his nails sinking into the trembling flesh. That same cold is his so-called “excuse” for snapping his hips once more, burying himself in you all over again. 

What follows isn’t simply Nanami rutting himself to absolute filth, of course it isn’t. It’s the insatiable craving pitted at the depths of his tummy, aching for a solution. He’s caught in a blinding lust, unsure of what to chase but knows what the outcome will be. He’s addicted to it, sending his cock so deep inside you, hearing the clashes of skin, down to overseeing you lose all control. 

Sure, there’s a sadistic undertone beneath his amusement but it’s all if nothing but gratitude. He can feel how edged you are, the shivers ripping across your skin, the jolts of your hips when he’s grazing your clit with how close his pelvis was.

He loves watching you lose yourself in it…not to mention in him. Because of that lewd expression of unhinged gratitude is why Nanami can’t help to lean in closer, cutting off the moronic babbles with a kiss. 

Though, just when Nanami thinks he has the upper hand, you always manage the fruit of control right from his hand. The switch in power is so subtle but gradually becomes noticed. By the flutters of your walls, it’s no longer a want to fill you in Nanami’s mind—it’s a need.

That need, or any need really, drives any sane person insane. The urges can no longer be repressed and suddenly it’s itching at their skin, a spot so distant that nothing but the fulfillment of your desires can alieve.

Nanami’s breathing so much harder now to combat his rousing sensations, the head of his cock spry with fizzing nerves. He wants to stop, take a break and cool the rising heat within his body. But when your walls flutter around him again, the quiet and sealed-off mouth of his loses grip and the drivels of pleas fall from his lips all too easily.

But he can’t.

It’s the need that serves a new purpose in Nanami, closing what distance existed to send his cock that much deeper. He’s practically brimming with heat, the veins lining his shaft suffering beneath the exertion of greed. The fat of his cock rests so homely along your walls now that he’s comfortable with letting himself go, his head dropping within the crook of your neck.  He had to make sure every drop would stay, you did have a prayer service to endure, after all.

In his last words, that’s when the hints of dominance seep through. 

“Pretty lil’ pussy’s gonna take everything fr’ me, right?”

Your head unleashes a spool of unhinged nods, serving as enough reason for Nanami. The thick ribbons of white catch onto your womb, drowning you in his scent. It’s so much this time around too, more than the previous Sundays he’d taken to fill you.

The palms of your hands fall over your eyes, using all the latent energy to control the strength of your own orgasm. Your legs trembled from the weight of it alone, triggering tears to crowd at your lash line. Your efforts wouldn’t have been in vain, avoiding all of his hard work to dress his cock in a devastating shade more shameful than white. 

When he manages to catch a breath amidst it all, his eyes dart down to his watch for the time.

8:05 AM.

With mass starting at the sharp time of 8:45, Nanami couldn’t have allowed another minute to pass him by. Not if he wanted his darkest secret displayed for the passing church-goers to see. 

He regretfully drew back from you, tugging your panties back into place. Mentally, he cursed the reality he’d face in a few hours: all of his cum soaked into the cotton. It’d be impossible for you to hold everything, he knew that. Putting his trust in a fading hope, Nanami laid his hand upon you, fingertips drumming a soft rhythm at your lower tummy as he spoke

“Keep it safe for me, Honey. I don’t wanna see a single drop wasted.”

With Nanami’s help, you soon found yourself resting in your usual spot amongst the pews, the first row closest to his reach. Throughout the service, you kept your legs especially tight. You didn’t have to make any eye contact with Nanami to know that his eyes were pinned on you.

He only did ever see you in the crowd, cheering him on with a smile. The pit of his stomach floods with butterflies, fighting a giggle from erupting from his lips.   

After all, with his cum nuzzled oh-so deep inside you, why wouldn’t he?

The holy hour of service concluded just around ten, ending with Nanami and you greeting everyone at the door. The cheerful smiles displayed on your faces are only founded on a facade, the same antics of the morning carrying on. To the people’s eyes, Nanami casually has a hand resting along your lower back, keeping his wife close. 

But you knew what stood behind the act, his fingers slipping warily underneath. He’s playing with the hem of your panties this time, the pads of his digits slinking past the obstruction. He sighs at the results, wet, wet panties.

He brings his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath nipping at the shell. You latch onto his waist, bracing the timid man as his finger finds way to your slit. The explicit words roll off his sullied tongue too fragrantly, leaving you with a fearful reassurance. 

“Aww, I thought it would stay this time. Don’t worry…this time, I’ll keep that pussy extra full next time.”

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But like their kids are so cute and that is EXACTLY how I would think Dabi child actually is

Dabi,Shigaraki: meet their teenage kid from the future, the kid was hit by a time travel Quirk, any who the guy keeps trying to coax the kid telling him who the mommy is, as the kids is wearing a hood and mask so they can only see their eyes which is the dad's eye color, when it time to leave the kid finally take off their hood and mask, and looks exactly like a girl who works a the 7/11 a few blocks from the hideout.

He'd always loiter in the shop during his usual free time, flipping the close sign to mess around or tapping his nails against the glass freezer out of boredom cause he doesn't have enough money to buy a beer, and would occasionally talk to that pretty girl behind the cashier tricking her to give him free foods and drinks in exchange of sparing her life against any villainous threat, not oblivious to how the tables have turned when he realized his heart was the one being tricked whenever she coaxes him to stop his crazy antics and treating him a cup of noodles and coffee instead.

She's not scared of his mismatched skin littered with staples, and the fact that she's talking to a murderous villain was enough for him to consider, that perhaps she was treating him as a normal person or she had gone crazy, but he was intrigued of knowing more about her.

Dabi won't get tired seeing her until he had to stop going there after a certain kid showed up, manifesting his blue flames and that eyes that mirrored his, he was intelligent enough to piece everything together concluding he was his son before he could even introduce himself.

“I'm hungry old man, shit I forgot you're broke oh what about I ask Mom instead...”

Now that got his attention, facing his cocky child seemingly smirking under that mask when he mentioned his father's only weakness.

“Care to tell me what's your Mom's name come on what do you want? I have candy here you piece of shit”

Well that aggressive bribery didn't work, avoiding the subject every time he'd pester him, impatient enough to the point of threatening him of burning him alive which he responded with “You can't kill your own child”

“I can't believe my Mom fell in love with a rat guy like you, pfftt just look at how pathetic you are, oh im glad I didn't take your last name totoroki? Todoroki i think” “What did you say you pipsqueak, watch your mouth”

“Dabi! Why are you picking a fight on a poor boy, are you insane”

Interrupting them was a bad timing one time when they met once again, yet despite of this he did notice his child's stoic eyes changing into longing ones when he met her.

Dabi didn't believe his first assumption until his son had to leave soon, waving him goodbye and removing his mask, revealing his face with that usual smug he got from him yet he resembled her Mother more, yes that lovely girl on his mind.

“It was nice meeting you again Dad, make sure you go back to her and pay her back for every cup noodles cause you're always stressing her out anyway this is goodbye, see you after 3 years”

Leaving him in dazed before remembering he had to go back to meet her again.

He'd often stay in that shop after his late night gaming activity, buying anything to eat and annoying that cashier who always ogle on what he's playing on his handheld console. Rudely telling her he'll kill her which she only shrugs off as a joke, sometimes peeking behind to get a glimpse of what he's doing and giving him advice once in a while about using a mage character on that level which surprisingly very effective.

He can't admit the fact that he have forgotten his plan to kill her for being too nosy, but he can't stop blushing whenever she lean her face closer touching cheeks to cheeks that he'd end up yelling at her all the time to back off.

She'd just smile and carry on to her work teasing him “Can you chill for once grumpy guy, I knew you're just on your game rage mode silly”, but simply Tomura doesn't know he was slowly getting used of visiting here a lot just to see her beaming that enthusiastic smile.

The next few nights was a total chaos when a teen-aged girl arrived, sporting a black hoodie with a mask and that red eyes and shoes that somehow looks identical to his, and dropping the bomb too quick “Daddy–wow!, what do we have here a vintage game?”

At first he didn't believe her, trying to threaten that he'd definitely kill her because of her lies but she didn't even budge and instead demonstrating her own quirk of dusting the nearby couch much to his shock.

That was the only thing he needed as a proof that she was indeed her daughter, but she was a troublesome one always nagging him of his strategic game plan that it reminds him of a certain woman.

Adamantly asking her about who's her Mom, and as expected she was not that kind enough to reveal it for the sake of torturing his Dad much to his chagrin, resisting the urge to yell at her for being too stubborn.

But the thought of having a child made him smile unconsciously, hoping it was that woman whom he had feelings for, and his suspicion was right when his daughter was ready to leave, revealing her face that bewildered him making his wish come true.

“You see Mommy told me you had a tough childhood, well guess what you're not a failure as a Dad believe me okay, opps gotta go see you later!”

Those words were enough for him to feel emotions that are too foreign yet familiar.

He didn't waste any time coming back to that shop to see her again, asking her game username and lying about wanting to crush her into pieces but honestly he just wanted to get close to her after meeting his child.

It was so good to be true but he wanted it to happen anyway.

warnings: smut, angry rough sex, biting, choking, dumbification

iwaizumi couldn’t even remember what triggered the argument. it was something small that shouldn’t have mattered that snowballed faster then either of you could stop it. he should’ve expected this to happen. both of you had been so busy and stressed, spending too much time apart, it was only a matter of time until something snapped and you ended up here. the two of you had been at it for an hour now, harsh quiet tones turned to screaming turned to silence that was louder then anything yelled before.

he hates this, the tightness in his chest and heat in his face. he’s about to give in, tell you that you both needed to cool off cause the fight was only going in circles when you speak up again. it’s strange, he doesn’t hear your words exactly but your tone, half petty and half challenging echoes in his ears and he’s moving towards you before his mind can catch up, shoving three fingers in your mouth, hooking them and pulling at your jaw until your flustered face is only a breath’s distance from his stony one.

say that again, i dare you.

instead, you bite down on his fingers and everything clicks in his head. you need your stubbornness fucked out of you as badly as he needs to take his frustrations out on your cunt. it’s a blur of motion after that, wrestling you to the floor on your hands and knees, pulling your pants down and ripping your panties off you while he shuffles his sweats down just far enough to free his throbbing cock. his suspicions are only confirmed when his tip meets your dripping entrance and you’re the one pushing your hips back trying to get him to hurry up. he’s quick to reach around and wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing it once in warning.

you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way? your choice, princess.

he sinks himself inside you in one thrust just as your mouth opens to answer, snickering at the moan you let out instead of whatever sarcastic answer he’s sure was coming. it’s messy, more of a fight as you manage to roll away at one point just for iwaizumi to grab your ankle and drag you back beneath him, this time folding you until your knees hit your chest and he could watch the angry glint in your eyes melt away as he fucked you into the floor. his own hips stutter when you call out his name, your tongue lolling out when he finds that spot inside you that has you gripping him so tight his eyes roll back.

there’s my sweet girl, you just needed your pretty pussy stuffed, didn’t you? not gonna answer, did i fuck you dumb already, princess? don’t worry you don’t need to think, just be a good whore and take it.

Sparks in the Dark | Chargebolt (Kaminari Denki)

A/N: This is part of a choose-your-own adventure, NSFW Collab with the BNHarem Discord Server.  The Intro and Master List can be found HERE 

Fandom: BNHA/My Hero Academia Pairing: ProHero Chargebolt (Denki Kaminari) x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k  Warnings: all characters are 21+, alcohol use, escorts/hosts, glory hole, oral sex, unprotected sex, nervous!Kaminari, mentions of anxiety and unease.  P.S. I plan to write at least one more part to this because I just honestly love this version of Kaminari and this whole AU theme. 

Denki Kaminari sat down with a huff, clutching his glass of Mountain Dew and gin; a drink that Tetsutetsu had turned him on to and was surprisingly not the worst thing he had ever tasted. He swirled the greenish liquid around in the fancy glass before taking a swig and silently praying that it would help calm his nerves. Across the round table set with fine porcelain dinnerware, he watched his silver haired friend carry on a very animated conversation with one of the scantily clad waitresses that had stopped by to offer them more drinks. 

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No cause you last fic has me thinking thoughts! Sero fucking your drooling cunt slowly in his weed induced haze Denki jerking himself off while he rolls his tongue over your clit head held in place by Mina who's mouthing at your tits with Kiri while you have your fingers curling in her pussy and gliding up and down kiris slick shaft and Katsuki with his hands around your throat as he fucks your face to feel the head of his dick press into the skin i wouldn't last😩🤚

these mfs higher than a mug and still. horny!

but you gotta love your best friends 🥺 they’ll make sure you’re taken care of, and since you’re so sweet, you can take care of them too 🥺

⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

₊˚ʚ favorite girl

synopsis: your exes closest friends want a taste at his birthday party. (college au) k. bakugo & s. todoroki

warnings: 18+ content mdni choking, biting, unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. receiving), all characters are aged up.

They had no idea when it started.

Perhaps it was the small kisses they would see you share with their best friend. Your soft, plush lips puckering and delivering sweet pecks to his cheek. The same lips that caused him to moan out in pleasure, so loud that they could hear his hushed curses and mantra of your name through the walls of the frat house.

They’ve fisted themselves to the thought of your sloppy cunt in their face and creaming around their length, and face the two of you with indifference the next day.

Months went by until the two of you broke up. You called it off, rumors of MIDORIYA cheating had circulated and, when you received an airdropped video of said male with another girl - it was a matter of time.

BAKUGO would never tell you or him that he recorded it without permission. The same way TODOROKI would die with the fact that he airdropped the video anonymously to you and other people on campus.

They felt bad and stopped by your apartment to come clean about the master plan they curated due to their mutual sexual interest in you. But, when you opened the door to your apartment all teary eyed, lips poked out in a sad pout, they decided it was best to never speak of it again.

That was sophomore year of college. Now, the three of you were seniors. You got over your good for nothing ex and even harbor cordial feelings toward him. Which is why you were invited to his birthday party.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” The blonde mumbled. You were seated in his lap, back facing him as he kissed your neck with an intensity that would leave bruises in the morning. A whimper escaped your lips as he slipped his hand inside your underwear, coating his fingers in your slick before slowly thrusting his fingers into you.

Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss. His hands were rough and calloused from time playing rugby, causing a friction that can only be described as delicious. “Focus on me doll.” Two small pats on your cheek caused you to blink them open.

Pulling your tube top down, your breast spilled out in front of him like an invitation. One hand fondled your nipple as he latched his mouth on the other, a broken moan escaping your lips as he provided pleasure to both.

Between the pump of his fingers and the other male’s ministrations on your breast, you were delirious from arousal.

Tears streamed down your face as the tightening coil snapped and you gushed all over his hand, him silencing your drawn out whimper with a searing kiss that took your breath away.

“Been awhile since you came like that yeah?” He asked, breaking the kiss and staring at the sole string of saliva that kept you connected. “Doubt he ever made you feel that good, isn’t that right?”

It was true. As much as you hated talking bad about your ex, he focused more so on his pleasure rather than yours. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he fell asleep after his release, leaving you either sexually frustrated and having to finish what he started.

You hadn’t even noticed the two men stripped down to their boxers until you felt Todoroki caress your cheek, his cold hand a stark contrast to your hot body.

As quick as Midoriya had entered your mind he left. You had two fine men behind and in front of you, achingly hard, and pulling a mind boggling orgasm that you just had to have again.

You were completely at their mercy. A desire to please and be pleased bubbling within you.

Allowing yourself to be pushed down with an unfamiliar gentleness from the blonde, he watched as your back arched at the perfect angle, running his hand down your spine, loving the feeling of your soft skin under his palms.

“Don’t think about him. We’re gonna take real good care of you baby.”

The two of you let out a moan in unison. He was huge, just the tip stretching your cunt and causing tears to litter your waterlines. “Fucking hell.” Leaning over, he bit your shoulder as he sunk deeper inside, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you squeezed him so deliciously.

“Suki-” His name sounded purely pornographic on his lips. If you wouldn’t shut up soon he’d cum at an embarrassingly quick rate. No wonder that stupid nerd had never made you cum, your pussy had to be heaven sent.

“How many times am I going to have to tell you eyes on me?” Todoroki gripped your jaw harshly, lifting your head so you were eye level with his dick that was in dire need of attention. “Open.”

There was something about the calm, collected, sweet Todoroki being demanding. Borderline mean even. And her hotheaded, impatient childhood friend Bakugo handling her with the softest of touches and assuring kisses.

They were polar opposites in bed and you loved it.

A harsh thrust caused you to barrel forward, choking on his dick as both of the males groaned simultaneously. “Sorry, m- fuck sorry.” Despite his apologies he continued his harsh thrust, losing himself in the warmth of your walls.

“Such a pretty girl even when you’re, mm- choking on my dick.” Sweat littered his forehead and his grip tightened in your hair, dragging his length up and down your throat.

The room was filled with the sound of their grunts and moans, skin slapping, with sex and arousal heavy in the air. A threesome with you ex’s closed friends never crossed your mind but you wish it did.

“Gonna swallow me up doll?”

“Want me to fill this pussy with cum?”

Your pliancy was shown as you pushed back on the blonde behind you, deep throating the male in front as they both released harmonious moans in the air.

Unlike last time, your orgasm surprised you. An unhinged, erotic moan falling from your lips. “Shit-” Gritting his teeth, Todoroki let his load out down your throat. His brows were knitted, head thrown back as his chest heaved at the exertion.

His lips found their way on yours in a sloppy kiss. Spit smearing as he lazily molded the two of you together as Bakugo shot hot ropes into you with shallow thrusts. His head nestled in your neck as he mumbled praises in your ear, along the lines of “good girl” and “did so well”

Moments passed. Todoroki left to get you a bottle of water, leaving the other to help you to the shower and a clean pair of clothes.

“So, he finally makes an appearance!” Midoriya joked, his leech of a current girlfriend on his arm. “You not feeling well or something?” He asked, motioning to the bottle of water in his hold.

“It’s not for me.”

He raised a brow at that, “One of the guys sick or something?”

“No shithead,” Bakugo snorted as he entered the kitchen, opening the pantry door and taking out a specific few snacks before closing it. “Said she was hungry too and you left your phone upstairs.”

“Who?”

Turning their heads, they looked at their friend with different expressions. Conflicted, guilty even, the other smug and prideful.

“Who else besides our favorite girl.” Bakugo beamed, reaching in the pocket of his sweats to hand him a card with oh so familiar handwriting.

“She said happy birthday by the way.”

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Oh 👏 dear 🥴💦 please though shinsou please use your quirk!! I don't want to think on anything BUT that dick!! 😩💦🥴😖🥵

Hello pretty human, I honestly hope you're havin an amazing day. I found your blog today and when I say I a hOOKED. ESPECIALLY YOUR BULL CONTENT MAKSKXKA

s o- that being said, would thee be any way to ask for bull Shinso and a chubby farmer? 👉🏻👈🏻

Yours truly, uh, idk, how about🦎(?)anon

he has his quirk in this bull universe cause I think it's cool omg

cw: slightly dark warning? past misuse of his quirk that is mentioned, previous brainwashing

You hate to say it, but Bull Shinsou is one of those bulls who you can forget about at times

He’s literally so low maintenance, it’s unbelievable!

Just clean his stable, bathe him, and bring him snack and he’s perfectly fine

The only time he’s needy is when he’s rutting, or about to go into a rut

He’s too precious to ignore like the other bulls

You’ll let him spit game as he leans over the top of his stable, dark circles under his eyes as he surveys your curves, grins lazily as he tries his hand at you

“Care to be my rut aid? I need something nice and plush to rest on after I’m done. Your chest is preferred.”

The lines are awful, but fuck, if he isn’t basically a snake charmer at this point

You’re getting railed over a stack of hay in no time

It’s kinda uncomfortable with how itchy it is against your back, but its worth it

He’s grunting quietly in your ear, hips snapping against yours, bruising your ass, his knot popping in and out wetly from your gaping hole

“S’glad you said yes willingly this time. Didn’t even have to use m’quirk on you for this rut.”

You’re too fucked out to really digest what he’s saying

More or less focused on how wide his knot is expanding and stretching you

It’s not until his rut is finished, when you find yourself stumbling out of his stable, wondering why you felt this same ache in your thighs now, as you did a few months ago when you couldn’t remember a whole three whole days…

Lord have mercy ⚰️☠️🥀💦🥴🥵

head empty.. been thinkin about this all day.

you and itadori fucking all slow and sensual until sukuna slyly takes over, causing him to rut into you almost animalistically. you scream and whine, begging him to slow down until you realize sukuna was the one behind the brutality.

“That idiot.. using my vessel to fuck such a filthy whore.” Sukuna chuckles, his markings slowly taking shape onto his handsome face.

You flush at his words, Itadori never spoke to you this way though it turned you on immensely. Yuuji wasn’t himself; flipping you over on your stomach and plunging himself inside you with enough force to knock the wind out of your body.

He continued to fuck you stupid, Sukuna working your body with a fist full of your hair. He was relentless, his strong and tattooed body seemingly made just to make your whole body cry.

“I can see why the idiot fawns over you, woman.” He growled, a weak and shaky mewl leaving your throat as Sukuna expertly found your g-spot as he knows your body like Yuuji did. You’re frantic; yeses floating out of you as the room around you seemed to fade. You neared your end, moaning impossibly louder as hot white lights flash before your eyes.

“He can switch back all he wants. He doesn’t fuck you well enough anyway.”

can i request the main three who has a s/o that loves when the guys suck their tits (the s/o lactates but is not pregnant) pls make it filthy queen 🙌

Todo has a mommy kink which goes perfectly hand-in-hand with your particular ‘quirk’

The first time you told him to: “Come and milk mommy, Sho.”

He was like: “Yes mommy” 🤤

The first time it happened bae was like

😳😱🤤

Now he can’t get enough of milking you and you can’t get enough of it either

“I’m hungry mommy.”

You live to tease him too.

Subtly playing with your tits in your agency meetings in front of him, until he has to dismiss himself to go to the bathroom.

Best believe when that meeting is over, he’s milking you in his office

You’re the sweetest taste in the world to him

If it’s not running down his chin and dripping on his chest, he’s not done

Deku is a BOOB GUY all the way

Massaging them, rubbing them, gazing at them

He is all about anything to do with your titties

So the fact that you have a fetish for getting them sucked?!

😏

Ma’am!!!!

When he discovered you lactate, he legit passed out

Like you almost called 911 until he woke back up

“Y/n y-y-you could have told me. God you just get more and more perfect.”

Sucks your titties in the morning before work for his “morning sustenance” as he calls it

Milks his dick on those soft tits of yours then drinks the combination of his seed and your milk from off your titties

Y’all nasty asses are a match made in heaven

An unapologetic freak, Bakugo was originally an ass man, but those tiddies of yours made him into a boob guy

“C’mere sweet tits, I want something to drink.”

You have to remind him y’all are in public cuz baby boi don’t give AF

Squeezes your titties till there’s a wet spot on your shirt

Sucks the milk out in the alley beside the restaurant y’all are frequenting, in the elevator real quick, in his office at work, in your office at work

“When daddy wants to taste you, he tastes you, understand mama?”

“Yes daddy” 🤤🤤🤤

Boob jobs galoreeee

Your milk is like a natural lubricant and oof 😏

Daddy can’t get enough