ATTITUDE!! 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks

imagine the league is about to leave for a mission and you're staying at the hideout with kurogiri cause your quirk won't be that useful (mostly because shigaraki just doesn't like putting you in danger, but there is no way in hell he's saying that out loud).

so everyone is lingering in the doorframe awkwardly, waiting for tomura to kiss you goodbye, but he is simply... not stopping.

you go to give him a small peck on the lips, but when you try to pull away from him, he starts fully making out with you, tongue, teeth, and everything. giving absolutely zero fucks about whether is anyone looking or not. groaning into your mouth and pressing you against the doorframe with a bang, adding to the already uncomfortable situation for everyone. the sound of lips smacking makes you wanna die of embarrassment.

kurogiri, from across the bar: "...i do not condone this."

spinner: "um, shigaraki, don't you think, um-"

dabi: "what the hell, dude, are you trying to kiss her or tongue-fuck her? fucking creep..."

twice: "waaah! i'm not looking not looking! okay, i'm looking with just one eye! look at him go!"

compress, covering toga's blushing face: "maybe... take it somewhere more private?"

he stops after a few seconds, parting from you, licking away the string of saliva still connecting your mouths. your flustered face is so cute when he kisses you like this, it makes him want to stay and never leave you... but alas.

"tch. now i really don't wanna leave... stop with the whining you brats. let's get going."

seemingly unbothered, shigaraki turns to leave, walking ahead of everyone. you stand in the doorframe with your face and ears burning till you lose sight of them.

kawaiiiiiiiiguts, 2024. don't repost or copy my writing, minors dni.

the worst thing about the mha ending was that it was so bad, I found myself agreeing with some of the most insufferable,annoying garbage fans within the fandom (cough* villain stans *cough)

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

It looks like furs idk why

Went on a twt/X rant about dabis scars being hypertrophic & how that affects the skin elasticity (his skin would sit tighter over muscle/bone when he moves) so I wound up sketching it.

Feather Bound

Check out my myheroacademia Y/N fanfic– Feather Bound.

A 62 chapter long romance and angst story ❤️

Follow Hawks as he’s forced into a match because the Commission wants a successor with his quirk. Will he be able to drive this one off like he has all the others or will he accidentally fall?

he has what i have fr

(bonus infodumping🫶)

I will never get over how soft he was with his sister and his mom

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 4

No one is immune to propaganda

The summer sun blazes through the window of your room. You roll over and turn the aircon on. July is approaching quickly, and time feels like it’s been flying by. Your doctor's appointment went well, and he put you on a whole vitamin regimen to help with the baby’s development. You still face bouts of morning sickness, but it’s less severe than before—probably since you’re no longer going through withdrawal from your medication.

All in all, your body is healing, and the baby is growing more and more each day. Your headaches have gone away as well.

You get out of bed to use the bathroom and shower. As you stare at your naked body, you notice how your stomach has grown ever so slightly. It’s uncomfortable to see, but thankfully you can still hide your stomach with your clothes. If anyone asks, you can just chalk it up to gaining weight from being sober for the first time in over a year.

Toshinori bought a plot of land and hired a company to begin building a new house. The location is closer to your work, and there’s a good school nearby. It’s the kind of thing new parents dream of. It feels surreal. It should be your dream too, but it's all moving so quickly it doesn't even feel real.

After your shower, you scroll on your phone. You’ve spent so long avoiding the news, but curiosity finally gets the best of you. 

“Asuka: Friend or Foe? A detailed look into the villain's history”

You translate the article into English to understand it better.

“Asuka from the League of Villains is a mystery that the world hopes to solve. A young woman born over 300 years ago traveled through time and space through a whirlpool personality incident. Adopted by the infamous villain, All for One, she takes on a new name and identity, but how involved is she with the villain? How did an innocent young woman turn into something so evil?

“Sources say she stole more than one-million-yen worth of items. Others claim that she was a key reference in multiple murders by the villain's ally, Dabi (also known as Todoroki Touya). She was an active member of the Paranormal Liberation Front for several months leading up to its disbandment and eventual arrest.”

You click out of the defamatory article. Well, that’s just an obscenely dramatic misrepresentation of everything.

The whirlpool personality incident must be a mistranslation of the Vortex Quirk Incident, and you wonder what it’s actually being referred to in your home country.

There’s a video some ways down about Tomura. You hesitate to click on it, but you decide to, against your better judgment.

“Who was Shigaraki Tomura?” the reporter asks a random person on the street.

“He was really terrifying. It’s good news that he was defeated,” one guy says. A bubble pops up next to him stating: office worker, 35.

The video cuts to two young women with the bubble stating: students, 21.

“Um, my friend got killed by that vicious murderer! Honestly, it’s the worst! And now my life is totally messed up,” one of them says.

The other chimes in, “Also my house was destroyed.”

The video cuts to an old woman. “I always wonder why they couldn’t have stopped him sooner.”

The video cuts again to another young man in his thirties. “Everyone thought that freak was just some punk at first. No one ever thought he’d actually be a threat—”

You click out of the video. Yeah, that’s enough of that nonsense. No wonder Toshinori and Detective Sato wanted me to stay away from the news—the news sucks balls.

A separate headline catches your attention: “Blood Banks Scramble to Secure New Supply”

Well, that’s interesting… You click on the article.

“Blood banks around the Tokyo Metropolitan area have faced a shocking loss of supply over the past few weeks. Detectives have been working on the case of the missing bags, but so far nothing has come up. Specialists are wondering if this is an inside job and if these hospitals can even be trusted.

“One woman states, ‘I’ve been donating blood every six months for three years. This is the first time this has happened. How am I supposed to keep donating when it keeps going missing?’

“Central Hospital has been the hardest hit, with several liters of blood from various donors lost. The city is in dire need of a blood supply as many people are recovering from the scourge of this archvillain.” 

You muse to yourself, these translations are really bad. I should practice reading Japanese more…

There’s another headline that seems much less drastic that catches your attention: “Heteromorphs Rally to Ban Exotic Animal Cafes”

You click on the article and attempt to read it in Japanese.

“At Central Hospital during the largest villain attack in the country many heteromorphs together for better change rallied. Now they continue the [...] fight. Many heteromorphs together exotic animal cafe ban rally. The gathering for the ban called because [...] heteromorphic humans [...]. 

“‘We exotic are not!’ one protester said.”

Toshinori’s voice calling for you pulls your attention away from the phone. Quickly saving the article to read for later, you meet him in the living room where he’s sorting through the day’s mail.

“It’s from the immigration office.” He hands you an envelope with your name on it.

You peel it open, and a little plastic ID card falls out. You pick it up, staring at it.

“Yagi Asuka,” you read. “Oh my god it’s official.”

“It’s official,” he repeats in awe, as if he wasn’t pulling some strings behind the scenes to get the documents to pass anyway.

A surge of emotions overwhelms you. You should be excited—this marks a new beginning for you. This officially sheds you of your old villain name and legally grants you one that will surely help you with building your new life. This is the opportunity to give your unborn child the name that’s built off of a legacy—a very wealthy and notable one. You should be grateful to have this name.

Yet, it’s still the name of Tomura’s sworn enemy. 

So easily, the guilt returns with its unyielding grip, twisting your stomach into knots.

“You don’t seem happy,” he notices.

“I feel weird.”

“I know it’s strange right now, but I’m sure the feeling will pass.”

I’m not so sure about that, you want to say as you hold the little ID in your hand. “Yeah, I’m sure it will.”

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Chapter 3 ⬅️🐦➡️ Chapter 5

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Bible Study

pairing: tomura shigaraki x reader

Genre: smut

Tags: Fem!, Dubcon, religious themes, manipulation, sexual themes, age gap, no quirk, breeding, unprotected sex, dumbification

“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.” Matthew 6:24

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Over and over, you could hear the man in your ear. Whispers of the Lord’s Prayer embedded on your brain, you must think of something else, anything else. “Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us” you could hardly contain yourself as you opened your eyes, the from the stained glass windows seem to illuminate the indiscernible halo perched on his head. “and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” He had you hooked, “Amen.”.

“Amen.”

You could hardly contain your excitement as you marched out the door towards your parents. Your session with Minister Shigaraki had you on cloud nine. Even if you couldn’t interact with him for more than 10 seconds before someone else is running up to him, being in his presence is a blessing. Despite the initial annoyance, you understand the effect he has on the congregation. Not only is he incredibly handsome, but his words have a way of touching people.

“Come on sweetheart, we need to get home. We can’t be late to dinner.” responding with a quiet yes ma’am you trail behind you family. Shuffling down the corridor and out the door you could feel the July heat swell around you. Even with the barge of people you still manage to catch a familiar smell of spice and soft sage. He’s nearby. Whipping your head around you see priest shigaraki a few feet behind you with that dazzling smile plastered on his face.

His movements are so smooth, the way he weaves through the crowd halts you. It felt like time was moving slow, In a few strides he was in front of you, smiling from eye to ear. It didn’t matter what it was, you were always available to talk to Father Tomura. In a few strides he was in front of you. It felt like time stopped for you two, there was an undeniable connection and you know he felt it too.

“I’m glad I caught you, it seems like you leave something every Sunday. It’s almost a routine” he says with a light chuckle, you knew he would come running after you. He’s the reason this doltish crush continues. If he allows it, then the lord is truly on your side. “Apologies minister, I am rather forgetful.” Laying your hand upon the scarf you brush his hand lightly pulling away. “I do have a rather important matter to discuss with you. Can you meet me in my office after Tuesday night bible study.” Immediately a smile stretches across your face replying with a sheepish yes, “I knew I could count on you, have a blessed darling and stay out of trouble!” The moment he turns from you the world seems dull.

Sunday dinner came and went as normal, it was nice to spend time with family but draining when it comes to your older cousins. They made it very evident that the Priest is only reason to attend church. “I bet you he’s never even fucked someone before, he screams virgin.” Your cousin jasmine says passing the phone to your cousin Brianna. “ No girl, he’s definitely fucked before. You should see what he looks like under the robe.”

That statement alone makes you ears hot. How the fuck does she know what he looks like under his robe. As if she knew you were looking at her, she whipped around to face you smirking. “What’s wrong cuz? Got something you want to ask?” Flustered wasn’t even the word for you right now, you wanted to know. “H-How do you know what he looks like under his robe?” Without another word, jasmine is closing her room door turning the lock. “You have to promise to keep this a secret, we didn’t know he was getting undressed.” They were watching him get undressed?

Would God punish you for this? The pure terror you felt is all the conformation you need but the heat swelling below beckoned for more. “I only want to see because I don’t believe you.” Eyes rolling jasmine pulls out her phone, scrolling through her photos she throws her phone across the room at you. Landing next to you is a photo of the man himself.

Minister Tomura in the back room of the church, cerulean hair pulled back with his robe draped around his waist revealing his large carven chest. Your eyes were glued to the screen. Looking up at your cousin, cheek hot, you ask “can you send this to me?” Giggles and laughs erupt from the two as your throw the phone back to her.

The moment you arrived home you set to finish your chores and participate in night prayer. “Sweetie, can you lead the prayer tonight?” A feeling of shame seem to wave over you and disappear once the intercession began. “Now I lay me down to sleep” you can hear a voice in the back of your head. “I pray the Lord my soul to keep” maybe it’s a spirit trying to send a message. “Watch and guard me through the night” the voice whispering how they will watch over you fills you with warmth. “And wake me with the morning light.” Implicitly wishing father tomura would bless you with his presence, the image of his rope hanging off his waist fresh in your mind. “Father, you know my worries and care for my troubles.” Opening your eyes you can see your mother in front of you, eyes closed reciting the word unaware of your sickly desires.“So I give these heavy concerns to you, Amen.”

“Amen. Thank you sweetie, I love you. Goodnight”

Your night was far from over. It seems as if your knees are bolted to the floor, your ill feeling can only compare to shame and guilt. What would mother say if she knew I was calling out to our pastor instead of the lord. When you heard a ding come from your phone all shame null in your mind, you knew what it was and your mind was racing.

Getting up from the floor you close your bedroom door triple checking the lock before running over to your desk. Phone in hand you make your way over to your bed climbing under the covers. Your heart is racing the sound of it thumping in your ears.

Opening your cousin message eyes landing on the fatal image you saw earlier. Just the thought of him made you immoral, sinful thoughts plague your mind asking the lord for forgiveness before you’re rolling up your nightgown. You swear you can smell spice and sage as you trace shallow small circles around your clit. God, please forgive me.

What would he think if he saw you like this? Your finger speed up whimpering for the man craving for release. Chest heaving you can imagine him over you, praising you, fondling you. The thought of it all sends you over an intense orgasm strikes through you. Sitting up in your bed throwing your legs to the side you slide down to the floor on your knees and pray for your transgression.

Waking up on Monday morning was dreadful for you. Your body felt heavy and your mind is racing, thoughts of last nights dallying has you shaking you head. I need to get it together. Minister Tomura was a background thought as you went to class. Your day is as normal as it can be taking your exams, thinking about priest tomura, attending office hours with your professors, masturbating in the bathroom to his picture again, volunteering at the homeless shelter, and begging god for forgiveness in your driveway.

Mentally you were falling apart. Laying back in the seat you recount your day. The photo of your very own priest has plagued your mind. You were beyond forgiveness, there is no way you’ll be able to look him in the eye on Sunday. He would call you a pervert. What if your mother found out? The buzzing in your ears seems to increase with every thought. Your chest felt tight breathing becoming ragged and shallow. How could you be so disgusting?

Before you have a chance to spiral again a knock on your window startles you. Reclining your seat forward you see an all familiar cerulean head of hair. The universe seems to be playing a practical joke on you, why would your pastor be in your driveway. “Why are you sitting in the car?” Nope, this is definitely him, and you could hardly stop the disgusting abstractions from popping up. Punishment is due soon for you.

After having a short and awkward conversation with Minister Tomura in the driveway, you both made your way through the front door and towards the dining room. You didn’t even have a chance to ask what he was doing here. What if he knows about the picture? “Oh! Minister! I’m so glad you were able to stop by! Go wash up sweetie, dinner is almost ready.”

Palms sweaty you head up the stairs to your room. Your stomach has a mix of butterflies and ill. After freshening up you put on some comfortable clothes and head downstairs. your ears were practically on fire trying to hear the conversation from the steps. Rounding around the corner met with the eyes of your mother, father, and pastor seated at the dining table. “Hope the party didn’t start without me” letting out a nervous chuckle you take a seat next to Tomura.

The smell of spice and sage dance at the tip of you nose, his smell is intoxicating sitting so close to him makes you want to pounce. Who cares if your parents see. You’d suffer through the embarrassment if it means you can having him buried inside of you. “Did you hear your mother?” snapped out of your daze your eyes dart across the table. “Aah apologies Minister, my child has a tendency to daydream.” you can hear a small chuckle come from the man. It sent chills down your spine.

“This is the first time I’ve seen her like this. She’s so vocal in study, I don’t know what I would do without her.” in that moment you felt like your heart would jump out your chest. There is no way Father Tomura hand is resting on your thigh. You immediately put your hand on top of his offering a small smile. This is the best night ever. Once dinner is over you start clearing the table retreating to the kitchen placing the plates and pots into the soapy water.

The sound of the clanging pots drowns out the sound of your parents and guest laughing. You didn’t even notice a presence behind you until you felt hands on your shoulders. Tilting your head up you’re greeted with a toothy smile. “H-Hello Minister, is there anything you need?” disappointment crashed on you when his hand left your shoulder. “I just wanted to know if you need any help? It would be rude of me not to help my favorite congregant.” You were his favorite? It fell so smooth out of his mouth it made your knees weak

“Of course Father, I would never deny your help. You’re a good man.” You can hardly think straight. Why is he so silent? What if he thinks you’re gross or trying to hit on him? You can feel his slender finger under your chin lifting your head up to meet his eyes. “You think I’m a good man?” small shocks flow through your body, you were hot under his touch. “I do! I think you’re a good man. I’ve seen how you connect with people it’s like you get them not only physically but spiritually an-“ his lips on yours send you into overdrive.

“Thank you for your hospitality and the lovely dinner. I’ll see you at tomorrow night bible study?” turning to you, offering him a small nod, he wishes you and your family a good night. Heading to your room you close and lock the door. You can still feel his lips on yours, you would give everything to him if he asked. Tuesday morning came faster than you thought soon you were out the bed and on your way to work. Tomura being the first and only thing on your mind. Was he thinking about you too? Of course not. He has better things to worry about than some kiss.

It wasn’t just some kiss to you, thoughts about how soft his lips were and how your tongues dances with each other. Recalling how his hand slid around your waist holding the small of your back. His finger no longer under your chin but sliding through your braids. You were on cloud nine. How could he not feel the spark between you two, you belong together. Once you arrived at work your mind shifts between holding meetings and filling complaints out you had no time for distractions.

Only when your workload is complete and you’re in the car the excitement hits you. You have to know what the kiss meant. Your unwavering devotion and desire for him expands beyond the holy gates. He’s all you can dream of, who you touch yourself to — he is truly deserving of worship and praise. Upon arriving to the church you sat in the parking lot for ten minutes asking and pleading with God to lead you on the right path to guide you with strength and compassion.

The horde of teens and kids comes into view once you lift your head up, you were going to need to head in at some point. Exiting the car you make your way to the double oak doors, the moment you step in you notice the empty pews making your way to the back room.

Past the open doorway you have a clear view of an angel. Everything about him is heaven sent, from his slender jawline to his scarred lips. Every inch of him is perfect. “Good evening Minister” it’s so sweet and natural in your mouth your excitement dissipates the moment he opens his mouth. “We’re holding independent group sessions, you have your own. Good luck.” he didn’t even give you a chance to respond leaving you stunned as he sits at the opposite end of the room.

He avoided you the whole night, it felt like your heart was shattering. It’s infuriating. You actually thought he would be interested in you? Now you’re watching him laugh with members of the church. The quicker you can leave the better. Making your way out you exchange pleasantries with familiar faces. Standing right by the door is tomura, greeting him with a smile you ask “Is there something I can help you with father?”

“I hope you’re not leaving we having had our discussion yet.” his unwavering smile made you feel delicate, you didn’t even notice how he stepped forward backing you away from the door. All you want is for him to hold you in his arms and never let go. “No, I was just stepping out for some fresh air.” with a reassuring smile he steps aside holding the door open for you. “Head into my office when you get back, I’ll be done soon.” softly nodding you make your way outside.

Your mind is reeling the only thing that keeps you sane is praying. ‘Heavenly Father, thank You for Your great faithfulness in my life. I choose to flee from lust, because I know You will empower me to follow righteousness, faith, love, and peace with all who call on you out of a pure heart. Amen.’ once your mind is at peace you head inside gunning for the ministers’ office.

You hear the large double doors slam shut and lock the sound of his footsteps down the corridor. The hair on the back of your neck is raising your hands bunching the ends of your dress out of nervousness. Once the door opens he’s apologizing “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” Taking a seat in the leather brown chair his arms immediately crossover his chest. “What we did last night was inappropriate. I have to apologize for my transgression” your heart is thumping so hard, if you don’t say something now you’re going to lose him.

“I have a confession father.” lifting his head up to look at you made you neurotic, “I-I haven’t thought about anything else since last night, if I must be frank, I think about you a lot even in the most shameless ways.”. Eyes bouncing between the floor and his gaze, his expression is unreadable a sigh leaving his lips he says “Confess your sins child and I can set you free.” Patting his lap you get out of you seat circling around the amber desk swiveling the massive chair around you find purchase on his thighs. You can feel his slender fingers snaking around your waist palming at your sides breath hot on your ear he whispers “what thoughts have been tormenting your pretty little head?”

All confidence went out the window the moment he spoke those words into your ear, “It’s too embarrassing to say, I don’t want you to think less of me.” The grip he had around your waist tightened “my sweet flower, I could never think ill of you.” planting a kiss behind your ear you body involuntary jolts forward. The friction between his pants and your cotton panties made you melt. God has answered your prayers.

“I touch myself whenever I think about you.” No words left his mouth he only hummed bouncing you on his thigh. Small whines escape you lips, your bodies were so close. He sighed at your naivety “Is that all, those th-“. “Even now as I sit here I can only think about your touch.” your mind is blank the only thing you can focus on is grinding. release is your only concern. The grip he had around your waist tightened halting your climax.

Tears fall from your eyes “I’m so sorry father, I-I didn’t mean to!” overwhelmed with shame and arousal trying to squirm out of his grip. “Don’t be disobedient. Let me take care of you, get rid of impure thoughts” picking you up bridal style he sits you down on his desk. “Lay back for me sweetheart” obeying his command you lay back on the desk holding the end of your dress over your panties.

A low chuckle follows this action your hand jerked away from your dress. “Don’t get shy on me sweetheart. You were just riding my thigh, confessing your sins. You feel no shame.” His words were harsh, but he only spoke the truth. Father Tomura is never wrong. His words were harsh but you knew he would never steer you wrong. “Be a good girl and I’ll make sure these thoughts go away.” standing in between your thighs you can feel his hands sliding up your legs.

Slowly he trailed caressing and massaging every inch of you. His touch is so soft and soothing the butterflies in your stomach, it made you feel loved. Working his way up your panties sliding your underwear off. You don’t see him bundle them up in his pocket as he brings your legs to his shoulders. Tomura bent down swiping his tongue through your slit without warning. Your thighs snapped around his head — your hands attempt to push him off, as the grip he had around your legs tightened he forces your legs open.

“Tomura~ please.” your pleas were null to him. “It’s Father Tomura, if you can’t get it right you won’t get anything at all.” pouting you relax your legs allowing him to dive in between you legs. He was gentle and reassuring at first. Tracing small circle on your clit teasing your hole with his tongue. Whimpers and prayers fall off your tongue fingers tangled in his hair. Tomura could hardly contain himself sucking and pulling at your clit. Tomura wants to see how far you can go, how much he can make you cum.

You were so sensitive, his actions were beyond making you cum. He wants to feel you around his dick moaning and screaming his name. Deciding to speed up the process his finger ghost over your hole trying to get his fingers wet with your slick before easing his fingers into your sopping cunt. His eyes are zoomed on you — he’s watching the way you grab the desk, the spit spilling out the corner of your mouth “Ahh~ Tomura, slow down.”. Completely disregarding your request he continued to pump his finger curling them to hit your sweet spots.

The pressure in you stomach is unbearable you were practically begging him to slow down. Just looking at you made hard. He wants to fuck you into the table, tears rising in your eyes he takes this moment to slide is fingers out and unlatch from your clit. Eyes wide you try to make an escape before he slaps your clit hard. “No! Please!!” all of your tension and shame is washed away letting the pleasure surge through you. You were soaking, wetting the minister and his robe pathetically covering your face with your arms.

The best part about this is he has full view of your cunt clenching around nothing.You’re practically begging for it. Untying his robe let’s it fall to his ankles pulling you to the edge of the desk. His juice soaked hand came up to you face slightly caressing it as he teases your entrance with his tip. His movements were so smooth — one moment he’s leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, next he’s bullying your cunt with his cock. “Repeat after me, Lord, forgive me for I have sinned before you. Wash away my sin, purify me, and help me to turn from this sin.”

Your eyelids were heavy you reaching for something maybe some solace from his dick kissing you cervix. Eyes fluttering open you can see the furrow of his, the stern look he is giving you reminds you that silence wasn’t an option. His hand rose again coming down on your clit with force. A squeal erupts from you as your hips jolt forward, breathlessly you recite the prayer “Lord, f-forgive me for I have sinned before you. Aah~ wash away my sin, purify me, and help me to turn from this sin.”. The way your cunt is convulsing around his dick makes him feel invincible. The sounds you’re making alone sends him over. He’s only focused on release.

His dick jumped at the thought of desperate inexperienced girls opening their legs for him. You were the perfect vision of sin. “Father Tomura~ I can’t hand-“ you words cut off by his lips smashing onto yours. “Just push a little hard for me sweetheart, I know you can do it. Look at how easy you’re taking me right now” you response were incoherent and thats exactly how he wants you. His groans made the tensity in your womb crack. You wrap your arms around his shoulder and tighten your legs around his waist.

His kisses and stormed become messy and deep, it felt his smell is suffocating you. He wants to absorb everything you have. Feeling the way your cunt is fluttering and gushing around him it’s begging to be filled and defiled. “You’re such a good girl, I’m going give you a reward. A present from god.” Burying his head in the crook of your neck satisfaction is all you felt. Your orgasm takes a new form within you, nails digging into his back your hips are fucking into him chasing, pleading for relief.

His pace is brutal the thought of filling your lewd cunt made his mouth water. Drool coaxing the side of your neck a low growl causing your body to shake “cum f’me sweetheart~”. Fireworks exploded through your body, you can hardly formulate words as squirt cover both your abdomens. The corners of your eyes succumb to darkness as Father Tomura restlessly pounds into you. His teeth engrave your neck, praises and apologies fall off his tongue, “M’gonna fill you up. You’re such a good girl, squeezing my dick like this. M’gonna give you what you want”.

His grip is shaky the twitch of his dick is evident, he’s hooked your legs around his arms deepening the position. Tomura felt pure bliss being buried in you, his mind was hazy, the once relentless pace faltering as he fills you up. The only sounds in the room were shallow breaths, lifting his head you expecting pure joy across his face. Disgust. “You’re so disappointing. I thought you were better than this.” As he let your legs sliding out of you, he continued his verbal assault. “You seduced a holy man and allow a man who isn’t your husband taint you.”

The room feels cold. You rose quickly reaching out for him catching his arm. “I’m sorry father! I am disappointing! I-I can be better, I can do better! Snatching away from you he rounds his desk sitting in his chair, almost instinctively you were in front of him on your knees. One of his hands gently grasp the side of your face. Wiping the tears from your eyes. “Show me.”.

(18+) blue hair shiggy (perv) boyfriend thoughts

shiggy is not your typical panty sniffing perv. he gets off on things with sentimental value, things that remind him of you. a hair tie that fell off, how it'd look if for once he could normally use his bare hands to hook it around your hair while you choke on his cock, teardrops hanging off your eyelashes. the spoon you left behind with your saliva on it, how it would look to have you spit on his hands for once only for him to stuff your cunt fully with them, hell, he'd use as many fingers as possible if it meant he could properly touch you and make you cum for him. [he'd store the utensil in his room and never wash it]

since he's also had a very abusive and stigmatizing childhood, his trauma would reflect on his fucking. he'd call you a whore and spit on your face while you'd ride his dick but would expect you to thank him while you're at it.

"say you're thankful for this" he'd hiss while guiding you to bounce on him; "t–thank you Tenko" you'd cry out, he has never been complimented or thanked before, he needs you to see him, needs you to feel his pain and appreciate his efforts while he takes out all his pent-up anger on you. this dynamic allows him to lash out and be on the receiving end simultaneously and you don't really mind.. it's not like you lie when you thank him, you don't get fucked like this daily.

fingers. okay, it's not rocket science that he knows how to delicately (and not) use them. but because exactly he's touch starved due to these restrictions, he makes sure to not only pump them in ways that drive you crazy but also to remember the exact angle and position.

multitasking — man will be on your neck, in your cunt and on your clit at the same time. he's just that desperate.