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I'm Okay
Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) x AFAB!Reader (GN Pronouns)
Warning: angst (slight), office sex, fingering, squirting, pussy eating, unprotected sex, cream pie
A single text was the last contact you had with him, and it left you flooded with fear. 'Stay far away from down town. I'll meet you at your home when I can'. You knew he was facing an intense villain attack. It was all over the news. But even after the villain was subdued, you still hadn't heard from him.
You ignore his message, needing to see him now. Your relationship was still young, so this was the first time he had faced an intense fight while you had been dating. Fighting through the crowd of reporters outside his agency, you get to the lobby. A few recognize you, and try to stop you for questions. It was a miracle that you made it to the double doors of the building without throwing an elbow at a reporter trying to grab you.
A twinkling bell rings, letting the two interns standing guard know the door had been opened. "Hey! You can't be here!" Red Riot tries to stop you, not recognizing you right away. "It's Fatgum's order." He steps closer, reaching a hand out to stop you from passing by the desk. Pure adrenaline got you to this point through the crowd, you weren't about to sit and wait like a nobody.
"No offense, Eijiro, but I don't give a fuck. Now can you please step aside and let me see my boyfriend?" Struggling to keep your voice level, you look at the red head, locking eyes with him. You look between him and Suneater, almost challenging one of them to stop you now they know it is you.
Glancing at Suneater, he finally caves. "You keep watching, I'll take them back to Fatgum." He sighs before leading you up to his office. The halls seemed longer than usual as your anxiety and stress continue to build the longer you go without seeing him. Eijiro knocks firmly on the office door, wanting to get his attention.
"This better be important Red Riot." A tired voice calls out, the faint sound of shuffling can be heard before the door is unlocked and opened. "It better not be a reporter making Suneater freak out again. I don't think I can handle that today." The taller than average doorway is filled with a large man leaning against the frame for support.
You are greeted with the muscular form of your boyfriend. His clothing is torn and tattered, covered in a mix of blood, sweat, and dirt. The filth on his face was smeared, as if he was in the process of washing it off when he opened the door.
"Sorry... They um... didn't want to wait." Stepping aside, Taishiro is finally able to see you. His shoulders relax and he moves to let you enter the office.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted, and could you tell Tamaki I'm sorry too? I shouldn't have reacted so harshly when you were just doing what you were told." You keep your voice low, now feeling embarrassed by how aggressive you were when you entered the building.
"Thank you for bringing them here. Just a bit longer and I'll come down to talk to the press." He assures him, giving him a tired smile before shutting the door again. He stands with his hand on the door looking at you for a few seconds. "We will talk about you not listening to me later. I shouldn't have to worry about the press tearing you apart to ask questions after dealing with a villain."
His tired body passes by you, slumping down in his desk chair, looking at the mess of bandaids and antiseptic gels. Grabbing a wet rag from a bowl of warm water, he rings it out. He looks into a small mirror and starts cleaning his face again. Guilt twists like a knife in your gut, and you move closer to his desk. "Can I help you? I was just so worried." Your voice feels small as you speak.
"Actually, I would love that." Sensing how bad you feel, he flashes you a quick smile, rolling his chair back to make space for you. Moving in front of him, you clear the mess of papers and sit down on top of his desk. Spreading your legs, you make space for him to slide between them to get closer to you again. He hands you the rag, still wet with hot water. Leaning forward, you let your body hover just above him.
You gently dab the cuts and scrapes littering his pale skin. His eyes fall closed, letting you clean the dirt from his face. Your free hand rests on his shoulder to stabilize yourself as you meticulously clean the bleeding areas. Switching to the gel, you carefully apply it to the deeper gashes. Once you are sure that everything has been cleaned, you press your lips to his. Not expecting the soft feeling of your mouth, his eyes open quickly.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Seeing you all beaten up scared me. I needed to know that you were still my Taishiro under these injuries." You set your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushing small strokes. You're careful not to rub against a bruise on his jaw. A large hand rests on yours.
"Hey. It's just a few bumps and bruises. Nothing changed. This happens from time to time. I shouldn't have worried you by sending that text then not reaching out when I got back to my office. I'm still getting used to having someone else worry about me." His golden eyes lock with yours, trying to give you comfort. "I just knew I wanted you far away from any danger. I didn't stop to think that you would be freaking out until you heard from me again."
"It's not your fault. I knew what I was in for when I started dating a pro hero. Now, I think I've gotten your face patched like it should be. Do you mind if I look at the rest of your body? I can see a nasty looking cut on your shoulder. Could you please take this off?" Your hands trail down the solid muscles of his chest, grabbing the rag and dipping a clean corner into the cooling water. He shrugs the tattered and torn remains of his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor to give you access to his torso. Even the undershirt he wore was barely intact enough to stay in his body. "I wish I knew it was that easy to get you out of your clothes." You say under your breath, only half aware that he can hear you.
"All you ever need to do is ask nicely. Please and thank you go a long way, my love." He flashes you his beautiful smile, attempting to hide the wince as you clean the deep cut. Reaching down, you set one of his hands on the fat of your thigh. "Huh? What are you doing?"
"Squeeze my thigh like a stress ball if it hurts too much. You don't need to pretend to be fine around me." You try to ignore the way his huge hand easily covers most of your plush thigh. Applying more pressure to his cut, you feel his fingers tentatively tighten, testing if he would hurt you. "That's it. I just need to apply a bandage, then I can clean the minor scrapes and you're all done." Pressing firmly on the wound to properly apply the bandage, he grips down tighter on your thigh. "Are you still doing ok?"
His knuckles go white from the grip he has on the fat of your thigh. "It doesn't hurt. But dammit. I wasn't expecting it to feel so good when I squeezed your body. You didn't even react." He forces his hand to relax, looking up to your face.
"I told you that you could use me as a stress ball. I've got a high pain tolerance." You keep your voice gentle to reassure him. He lifts his hand to run it through his messy hair. "Is everything ok?"
"I know we agreed to wait. But seeing you on my desk, leaning so close to me, telling me to use you as a stress ball... Well it's getting hard to resist you. All I can think about is pushing those soft thighs to your chest while I work you open on my cock." His face flushes red with embarrassment as he confesses. "I would never do that without your approval, but I don't want to keep it a secret how I feel about it or how badly I want you right now."
With the fear of his well being finally gone, you are able to take in the tent that had formed in his loose fitting hero pants. You couldn't deny you wanted him too. The thoughts had been creeping into your mind the entire time you had been cleaning him up, but you didn't want to take advantage of his shaken state of mind by throwing yourself at him. "Is this the best time? I mean you have all those people outside waiting for you. And your interns. I don't want to keep them waiting." Your voice comes out as ramblings, trying to rationalize this.
"The press will get bored soon enough. I can send a message to the boys telling them they can take the back exit and leave whenever they want. I never make them stay to talk to the press unless they want to. I don't want to overwhelm Suneater with that just yet. They won't be suspicious of anything." He explains, his face suddenly falling. "I'm not trying to pressure you into this. I just wanted to make sure you know those things won't be an issue."
Your throat feels dry as you try to speak. "Y-you want me? Right now, I mean. Even after getting injured? You must've used so much energy expelling all that fat. I would understand if you're not really in the mood." You continue rambling until two large hands grab your thighs and pull your ass to the edge of the desk.
"You're so cute when you ramble, but I'd much rather have your lips against mine." Your hands meet his broad chest as your body falls towards him. Leaning closer to you, his lips catch yours, tasting like sugar. You don't fight him, though you remain aware of where your hands are sitting so you don't irritate any of his injuries further. His hands fumble their way up your thighs, thick fingers hooking under the elastic of your lounge pants. "Lift up." He instructs against your lips, unable to bear to break the kiss any longer than the brief moment.
Tentatively, you lift your ass just enough for him to get the waistband of your pants around the curve of your ass. It takes effort to pull yourself away from the kiss, shallow pants leaving your kiss-swollen lips. Your skin starts to stick to the wooden surface of the desk as soon as it touches. It was in this moment, where you no longer had the material of your pants, when you remember you had been in such a rush to get here, you never put panties on. The slick from your cunt starts to puddle beneath you.
"You seem excited, and I haven't even taken my pants off. Though it's a good thing you're this wet. It'll make it easier for you to take me." His calloused thumbs rest on either side of your lips, spreading you open to give him a better view of your clit. The cool air sends a chill down your spine and you find it increasingly difficult to keep from fidgeting. One of his index fingers gathers your slick before easing its way to massage your deepest nerves. "That's it. Good job. Just relax for me and I'll make you feel so amazing." His voice is soft as he showers you with praises, his middle finger nudging against your entrance.
Your hands fall back to brace yourself on the desk, soft moans leaving your lips as your breathing becomes labored. His thumb circles around your clit, occasionally brushing over it directly to make your body jolt. When his ring finger breaches your slick wall, electric waves course through your body. He doesn't stop his movements, letting your pussy clench around his thick fingers. The hand that had been teasing your clit moves higher, pressing down lightly just above your pelvic bone through the fat of your stomach.
You don't have time to feel insecure as his fingers buried deep inside you curl up as if they were trying to touch his palm. The hand pushing down lightly adds even more stimulation to your g-spot, pressure building on your core. It doesn't take long before the pressure hits its peak and you feel as if you're going to bust.
"Tai~ you gotta stop. It's too much." You gasp out, trying to find the strength to push him away. A chuckle leaves his lips as his fingers quicken. His golden eyes focus on you, taking in the way you thrash around, begging for him to stop so you don't make a mess. Something unlocks within him and he can't help but imagine how pretty you would look crying from pleasure.
"Just let go. Stop holding back. I know you can do it for me, my pretty little one. You trust me, right?" He coos, only picking up the pace when you grab his wrist. Around his fingers, clear liquid gushes out, soaking his hand and the desk beneath you. He is reluctant to remove his hand, but he is too greedy and impatient. His head dives between your thighs, all previous injuries and exhaustion long gone as he laps up the taste of you. The sounds that leave your mouth are heaven to him, only encouraging him to ignore the hand tugging his hair in an attempt to separate him from your sensitive core.
It's not until your hand travels through his hair, brushing against a bandage that he pulls away. The pains from before slowly ebbing back to the front of his mind. Catching your breath, you sit up enough to look at him. Through his torn and tattered pants, you can see the obvious erection fighting to get freed. He sees where your attention has landed, and his face turns a deep shade of red.
"May I remove your pants?" You bat your lashes at him, seeing his slight hesitation. His large frame shifts nervously in his desk chair before letting his desires get the best of him. He finally nods and guides your smaller hands over his bulge. Just knowing it is you touching him is nearly enough to have his seed spilling into his clothing. You are delicate with everything you do, unzipping his pants and tugging them enough to free his leaking cock.
You were prepared for him to be large. Even in his thin form, he was over 220cm. But you were shocked by how pretty it was. His tip was a deep shade of red, matching the color on his face. Drops of precum leak out of his tip, allowing you to use it as lube as you pump the length slowly. The skin along his shaft felt so warm and soft in your hand. The tuft of blonde hair at the base was trimmed to keep it manageable, leading its way up to disappear under the remaining pieces of his shirt. Your head starts spinning and you release the breath you didn't realize you had been holding.
"Don't make me wait. I'm dying to feel myself buried inside you. I don't think I'll be able to last." He groans through gritted teeth, heels digging into the ground to keep from fucking into your small hand. "Your hands feel so good. I bet your pussy will feel addicting." The moans leaving his lips made it hard for you to stop. You just want to focus on the sounds he is making, and to feel him spill his seed in your hand. He can see it in your eyes that you don't plan on stopping, so he grips your wrist. He easily overpowers you, prying your hand off his twitching cock.
"No!" You look at him with your bottom lip jutting out. You were right there. Just a few more pumps and you would have felt the sticky cum you were desperate for. His hands grab your thighs and drags you off the desk so you fall in his lap.
"What are you whining for? I was the one with the denied orgasm." He lovingly teases you in an attempt to distract you from his large tip easing between your lips. Your eyes lock with his, and the golden eyes are hazy with need. Hooking your legs over the arms of the chair, he eases you down in him. "I'm going to push in now, ok sugar?"
It takes insane patience on his part, fighting the urge to slam into you, and fill you with his cum. You aren't sure how long it took, but eventually, your cunt is stretched wide around him. His tip kisses your cervix and you dare to look down. The sight between your legs was nearly enough to make you cum. Only half his shaft is able to squeeze inside you. Your slick drips down the rest of his length, making his lap wet.
"I... Oh fuck... I was so right about how good you feel. I don't think I'm going to last." His head falls back, bruised chest rising and falling rapidly. With his feet planted flat on the floor, he thrusts into you. You roll your hips slowly, already falling over the edge and clenching hard around him as you cum. Your orgasm triggers his, and you feel painfully full of his seed, pushing your stomach out. His shaking hands lift you off of him and place you back on the desk. Being moved away causes your stomach to drop and you reach out to him.
"Aw. Don't be like that, sugar. I'm not leaving you. But I do need to eat to regain my strength. And it just so happens that you can help with that. After all, cream pie is my favorite dessert." He winks up at you.
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Confront Your Demons
For @nymphoheretic Confess your sins Collab.
Father!Touya x Father!Keigo x Fem!Reader
Warnings: blasphemy, sacrilege, non-con/abuse of power, use of 'Master', corruption, god complex, face smacking, body inspection, face fucking, unprotected sex, degradation, threesome,
Word count: 3.1k
You enter the small confession booth, signing the cross and taking a deep breath. "Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been 2 months since my last confession." Your voice shakes slightly, hearing the breathing of the man next to you.
"What are you here to confess?" He asks, and from the voice alone, you are able to tell it belongs to one of the people causing you to sin. Father Keigo.
"I haven't been to mass in the last month. I have been skipping it willingly to avoid impure thoughts from coming back." You confess, hands fidgeting and picking at hang nails.
"Impure thoughts? Are you able to elaborate on that so we can get to the root of them?" He asks, voice soft and full of compassion.
"Since the new priests have started, I have not been able to keep my mind from wandering to dark places involving the two of them. I have been imagining them in ways that are shameful." You admit, cheeks burning hot as you admit it to one of the men you have been having these thoughts about.
"Say 10 Hail Mary's, and I would also advise you to come back to mass. God is the only one who will be able to show you the light to guide you away from the demons." Father Keigo advises, his voice soothing your anxiety.
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''The pretty girl who used to sit in the front row confessed to wanting us both, and you didn't jump at the chance?" Father Touya questions later that night.
"That behavior is the exact reason why we had to be relocated. I actually like it here, and would like to stay. I am just glad I am the one who handled confessions this week, and not you. Who knows what kind of mess we would be in if you had been the one sitting on the other side of the wall from her." Father Keigo scolds, crossing his arms and looking up at the slightly taller man.
"Get off that high horse. You know you secretly want the same things I do. I am just not afraid to face my demons head on, while you like to run from them. Hail Mary's aren't going to fix her horny thoughts. If God didn't want people to get horny, he would have removed that desire from us humans. I think we should stop suppressing these feelings we were gifted, and embrace them. God made us all perfectly, right? And he made us all with this ability to get turned on. So it can't be a bad thing." Father Touya laughs, watching the way his companion squirms uncomfortably.
"The devil is the one creating those thoughts. They aren't right." He shakes his head, frowning as the cognitive dissonance starts creeping its way into his mind.
"Whatever you say Father Keigo. But that isn't what you were saying last time when I had you cumming on my cock." He shrugs, already concocting a trap for his week running the confession booth.
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Only a week had passed, and you were heading back to confessions for the same sin. During mass, you couldn't keep your eyes off the veins in Father Kegio's hands, wondering how they would look roaming your body. Or how holy and pure Father Touya looked, with his snow white hair, and piercing blue eyes, how he was the most beautiful person you had seen. You couldn't focus on what scriptures were being read as your mind wandered to all the places the three of you could sneak off to for alone time.
Finally, it was your turn in the confession booth, and as you sign the cross, your senses are flooded with an intoxicating scent. The way Father Touya smells. "B-bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been... um... one week since my last confession." You stammer out, unsure if you can confess to him how you have been fantasizing about him.
“What sins have you committed?” Father Touya asks, far less formal than his counterpart.
“I have been having impure thoughts. And I am unsure of how to get rid of them. I tried praying, and distancing myself from the people I have been having these thoughts about. I tried confessing last week. But the thoughts only seem to be getting more… intense.” You confess, chewing the inside of your cheek as you wait for him to ask if there is more.
“Ah… seems like this demon has a strong hold on you. We might need to try some… unorthodox methods to help you. Private sessions to really confront what is making you have these thoughts. How does that sound?” He asks.
All logic is screaming no, but the lust clouds your logic quickly. He is the Father here. He only has your best interest at heart, right? He only wants to lead you back into the light, and away from temptation, right?
“You would be willing to do that, for me?” You ask, not caring if this breaks the rules of confession.
“Of course, I chose this life to bring the light to all those in need. Let me help you. Father Keigo and I will ensure that you face this demon, and return to the light with us. We will not let you stray into the darkness alone.” He assures you.
From the otherside of the wall, you are unable to see the twisted and wicked grin on the face of the white haired man.
“I accept. When will we have the first private session?” You ask, legs squeezing together at the thought of being alone with the two.
“How does tonight, after confessions, sound? We want to get started right away to help you.” He says, voice dripping with false compassion, only wanting to help himself. Since the first time his eyes met yours, he dreamed about the way you would look crying for him, pupils blown out with lust as he fucks you on every pew. The thought of your cum soaking the seats that all the pretentious stick-in-the-mud’s sit in every week makes his cock throb.
“That sounds wonderful. Thank you Father.” Your voice sounds like a choir of angels to him.
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You pace around the empty lot across the street from your church, watching the final members leave. Impatience builds as the older members linger and chat for what feels like hours. When the last car leaves, you make your way to the old building, skipping in without being seen.
"Discard your clothes. Shed them like you want to shed the thoughts your God deems shameful." Father Touya instructs, leaning against the pew closest to you. "Make it fast, I don't like repeating myself, little lamb." His piercing blue eyes make your hands clam up, and you fumble with the buttons on your blouse.
"Keigo. Help her. It's a bit pathetic how nervous she is already." He rolls his eyes in mild annoyance at your nerves.
"I don't know if she's ready to confront her demons. Seems pretty scared. Maybe we should stop." Keigo defends you, setting a hand gently on your shoulder.
The pew creaks as Father Touya straightens up, striding over to the other man and grabbing his robes. He leans in close, ensuring the words he will speak stays between the two of them.
"We talked about this. You're either gonna help me fuck my little lamb, or I'm going to make you my dumb bitch, again." Father Touya growls in his ear, the hand not grabbing the robes reaching down to grab his slowly hardening cock. Smirking feeling the way his body reacts to him so easily, he steps back.
"Strip. It's time you be brave and face this." Father Keigo says simply, tearing your blouse and sending buttons flying.
He wastes no more time in removing your clothes, tearing whatever wouldn't remove easily. You are helpless to do anything beyond shrugging off the tattered fabric and leaving yourself exposed to the intense stare of Father Touya.
Father Touya revels in the power, watching his soon to be loyal servants obey him. How despite your fear and anxiety, you aren't leaving. You want this just as bad as he does.
You feel a mixture of shame and relief as Father Touya turns his back to you. Your arms wrap around yourself in an attempt to hide your body, fearing he didn't like what he was seeing. A loud thud causes you to jump, all previous thoughts leaving your mind. Father Touya dropping the kneeling pad on one of the pews has you interested in what he's planning.
"Come here little lamb." Father Touya's voice is firm, leaving you no room to argue or refuse. Your legs are moving towards the pew before your brain has time to figure out what he has in store for you.
You are pushed to kneel on the pad, your upper body draped over the back of the pew in front of you, and your hands resting on the seat to relieve the discomfort of the position. Any dignity you had held on to was gone as Father Touya lifts your hips higher, your knees barely on the kneeling pads. Almost all of your weight was balanced on the back of the pew, which was digging into your abdomen. Ass lifted high in the air, you can feel the soft breaths on your skin as he kneels behind you.
"Interesting. You shaved this pussy just for me." Father Touya presses a warm palm to your bare core. The tone in his voice made it seem as if he was talking to himself, and not to you. "Real pretty. Sensitive too." He speaks in a low voice as Father Keigo steps next to him. Your body reacts to the subtle sensation of his palm against you, a slight pulsing starting within you.
A faint whine leaves your lips as he removes his hand, a thin string of your slick connecting you both for a moment. You aren't even given the chance to speak, a tutting sound stopping any words from leaving your lips.
"What are you whining for? I haven't done anything yet. This is just checking to see how ready you are. And fuck. Looks like you're more than ready to hold my cock. Might even be ready to be my cumslut." Father Touya smirks, tapping your clit lightly and watching the way you squirm for him. Your head falls forward, trying to hide the way your face heats up at his words. "Keigo. Get in front of her. Don't let her hide." He says simply.
Keigo tangles his hand in your hair, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. "Can't face your demons hiding like that, don't worry. I'm right here." He says simply, giving you a soft smile.
"'m sorry Father..." You say in a small voice, trying to hold his eye contact as Father Touya shuffles behind you, removing his robes and unzipping his pants. You can't see him, but based on how heavy his cock feels while resting against your ass, you can tell he is big.
Father Touya presses his tip against you, groaning at the way you tighten around him the moment he enters you. You fight with yourself, wanting to both run away and save your purity, and to finally live the dreams you've been having.
"This what you wanted little lamb? All those fantasies your God told you to feel guilty for, is this one of them?" Father Touya asks, leaving no time for you to respond before pushing deeper into you. "Can't really be that wrong if it feels so good, now can it? Maybe your God is the one who is wrong. This pussy feels too good. This has to be heaven."
The stretch of his cock burns. You don't have the ability to answer. It hurts. But you don't want him to stop. You want to hear him praise you even more.
"Tell me. What is it that you dreamed about?" Father Touya lifts you up to press your back against his chest, burying himself fully into you, his tip kissing your cervix.
"It's embarrassing... God wouldn't approve of it..." Your voice cracks slightly as he settles deep inside you and not moving.
"You can't overcome your demons if you keep denying them." Father Keigo says simply, stepping forward to press his newly exposed chest against yours.
Father Touya gives no warning before pulling back and snapping quickly back into you, a loud moan falling from your lips and echoing through the empty room.
"Can't be more embarrassing than moaning like a whore in the middle of a church." He growls in your ear, hips shifting trying to find the spot inside you that makes your toes curl. His lips twist into a smile when your whole body shudders when he hits the spongy spot he was looking for.
"I want your cum. Both of you. In me. On me. I don't care. I just want it however I can have it." You beg, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before guilt over comes you. "God will never forgive me. This is wrong. I'm going to hell." Your voice shakes, both with guilt and from the way Father Touya targets your sweet spot.
His cock pumps in and out of you with no remorse, the burning sensation fading quickly as your body begins to adjust to him. Maybe he was right, though. The way he was making you feel, how could any God make this a sin? This was the closest to God you have ever felt.
"Forget your old God. I'm your new God. Worship me. Praise the ground I walk on and I'll give your life meaning. Could your old God fill you with this much pleasure?" Father Touya grips your throat, slamming his hips harder against yours, pushing your body against Father Keigo.
"N-no father- ow!" Your eyes fly open as Father Keigo lands a solid slap to your face, bottom lip trembling from the stinging sensation spreading across your cheek. You were more shocked than anything, not expecting Father Keigo to strike you in such a way.
"You will address him correctly. He is your God. You will respect him as such." His long fingers grip your cheek and shove your head to turn and face the man currently fucking your cunt as if he really had made it just for himself. "Apologize to your God. Beg your master for forgiveness, bitch." He leans closer to your ear, nipping lightly at the shell of it.
"I'm sorry master, please forgive me." You try to see his face, your eyes and lips both pleading to be forgiven by the man... no... the god, your god, behind you.
"Mm... Master... I like the sound of that. Good job thinking of the Keigo. I say we give this little lamb here exactly what she was asking for moments ago." Touya slows his assault on your insides to pushes you forward. Leaning over the pew again, your face falls inches away from Keigo's groin.
Holding yourself up on your hands, you wiggle in frustration from the loss of stimulation.
"I don't know what I'm doing..." You admit, looking up at Keigo. His gentle smile falters slightly into a smirk.
"Well of course you don't. How about I show you just how I like it?" He asks, not waiting for you to answer before pulling himself from his pants and tapping his leaking tip against your lips.
Opening your mouth, you allow him to push into your mouth until he causes you to gag. Your head jerks back on reflex, but Touya's hand presses you further into Keigo's crotch, forcing him down your throat until your nose meet the curly blonde hair.
"Don't try to run from him. This is what you wanted after all. You won't get our cum unless you put in a bit of work." Touya says simply, dragging his cock agonizingly slow inside you. His slow movements easing you right to the edge of orgasm, but not enough to send you over.
Your gagging and choking continues before Keigo's hands replace Touya's. He allows you to pull back just enough to swallow a few gulps of air before fucking your throat.
You tighten hard around Touya, trying to convince him to speed up, but instead he buries himself in you, his balls settling against your swollen clit. Without the friction keeping you on the edge, you feel your orgasm fading away. A broken sob works its way around Keigo's shaft, sending vibrations all through his body.
"Whatever you are doing, don't stop. She feels amazing whining around me." Keigo groans out, sloppy thrusts causing a mixture of his precum and your drool to spill down onto the pew below you.
"Yeah? I think I can keep her whining." Touya smirks, pulling all but his tip from your messy hole.
Feeling empty was awful. Your body quickly becomes addicted to feeling full of your Master. Desperate sobs fall from your lips, but the sound is covered by the moans of Keigo as he fucks your throat with no remorse.
Behind you, you can feel Touya's hand brushing your lips as he strokes his shaft, not wanting his own orgasm to fade.
"Don't think I can last much longer. I need to fill my pussy with cum." Touya grunts out, hips bucking back into you as his cock twitches. Your body pushes back against him, silently begging for him to coat your insides.
A few more snaps of his hips, and Touya is cumming inside you, his tip nuzzled right against your cervix as he does. It is a strange, but pleasant feeling of being so full, your mind going blank. A rough finger presses against your clit, rubbing tight circles as your hips jerk in response.
"Think I am going to paints your pretty face." Keigo grunts out, pulling away just as ropes of cum shoot from his tip, covering your lips. Coming down from his high, he leans back against one of the pews.
Touya adjusts the pressure on your clit, and over the edge you fall, body giving out and collapsing against the pew. He doesn't stop until your legs are twitching, finally content. He stands up, moving to take his place next to Keigo in front of you.
"She really looks good like this. I think she should pray to her god just like this all the time. With one of our cum on her face, her brain spilling out between her thighs." Keigo says softly, watching in amusement as you struggle to regain thoughts.
Touya lifts your chin and gives you his first real smile. "We will take such good care of you, little lamb." He says softly.
Looking up at the two men, it becomes painfully clear. The bible had to be wrong about Satan being the most beautiful angel. You were staring at two who were far more beautiful.
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Hello! This is a dirty request, so feel free to ignore this. Do you know that asks game where if u don't answer u have to take off a piece of clothing? (idk if it was exactly like that). Do you think you can write that fem!reader is playing that with Shoto, Neito and Shindo? Perhaps she is well known for being very slutty and sleeping with most of the boys at school. They ask her how many guys she's slept with and who exactly they are (you can tell which of the BNHA guys they are and what things they do with her). The guys cheat at the game and reader is the only one naked but she feels comfortable with them since she has already slept with them individually before... Several times. They even make her beg to take off their clothes and it all ends in a foursome. Degradation, spanking and recording please and thank you. I'm sorry if it's too much.
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Sorry this took so long. It's been hard to focus on writing the plot recently. I really loved this idea, so I hope I did it justice. Here you go! I hope you enjoy! 💜
Warnings: stripping, group sex, degrading, spanking, filming, begging, temperature play, oral (reader receiving & giving), two dicks in one hole, passing out
It has been years since you 4 had gotten together to spend time with each other. After graduation, you all went traveling to different countries to assist with hero work. Now, more than 5 years later, it seems as if no time at all has passed. The four of you sat on the floor of your living room, each holding a notepad with a list of questions.
"So who is going first?" Shoto asks, looking around the room at you all. You were going to offer to go first, but Neito cuts you off. His eyes lock on yours so you know the question is directed at you.
"What is your body count?" He asks with a grin, already having a rough estimate of how many based on prior conversations and experience with you.
"Starting this already? What a perv. I'm not telling you because it's none of your business." Shaking your head with a laugh, you shed your first article of clothing, tossing it aside. You figured that the questions would be biased and pointed directly towards you, since there has always been sexual tension between you all. You just expected that they would ease into the questions and not jump right into it.
"Who has the prettiest cock from all the ones you've seen?" Yu asks, grinning widely at you from across the table.
"Shouldn't it be my turn to ask the question? Cheaters. Fine. If you must know, Mirio." You cross your arms over your chest, knowing he was disappointed it wasn't him.
A few rounds later, you had been targeted by all three men, and most of your clothes now lay on the floor. You were more annoyed by the fact they all had their clothes still on, than the fact you were so exposed to them.
"Would you have sex with all of us right now?" Shoto asks, his voice remaining as stoic as normal despite the situation you were in.
"Not in the middle of the game. We have to finish this first." You give a small laugh, not thinking he was being serious. His lips purse together and he nods, clearly thinking about something. You decide to shrug it off and move on to the next question.
"What's your biggest kink?" You direct your attention to Neito as you speak, knowing with him, it's going to be interesting. He stays quiet for a moment before grinning.
"Filming. Fucking love getting to watch it back later. And hearing her scream for me whenever I want." He finally speaks, his gaze holding steady to yours. His confidence as he speaks leaves your face warm, and your pussy throbbing. "I bet you'd look so cute being filmed. Maybe I can record us all fucking you once we get you naked." He winks. "Now, pretty girl. Who, out of the three of us, gave you the best orgasm?" He asks.
"Well... That's hard... Yu gave me the fastest orgasm of my life. Shoto gave me the most intense. And you, you gave me the most orgasms in one session. Best is too vague. All were the best in their own right." You feel your panties stick to your folds as you grow increasingly wet from the memories.
"How about we settle it once and for all, clear things up tonight. We all make you cum and you have to decide who is the best." Shoto cracks the smallest grin as he looks at you.
"Yeah. I like the sound of that. I'll show you both how to have her cumming in seconds." Yu activates his quirk in one hand, the vibrations blurring his finger tips.
"Speed isn't everything. I bet you're tapped out in 2 minutes, leaving her unsatisfied." Neito huffs out, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And you think quantity is better than quality. Sure I didn't give her as many, but the ones I gave her had her screaming my name and melting under my touch. I left her unable to walk because her legs were trembling for nearly an hour afterwards." Shoto speaks up, catching everyone off guard with his blunt words. Neito glares, taking the comment to heart and he silently vows to prove him wrong.
Everything moves fast. You are barely aware of the dual temperature hands yanking your panties down. To your left Neito is setting his phone up on a tripod, pointing it to film Yu. His strong arms pull your back to his chest, hooking his arms under your knees to hold your legs open. Your glistening pussy is on clear display to the camera.
"Let's see who you moan the loudest for. And we will have video evidence for the future at who truly gives your slutty cunt the best orgasms. I bet you think about us every time someone else sinks within your sloppy hole. The whole time, you wish it was one of us. No one can satisfy you like we did. That's why you whore around. You just want to fill the empty space we left." Neito's words go straight to your core, leaving you twitching around nothing. "You naughty little bitch. Come on. Say it. Use your words."
"It's true. Only ever wanted to be with you three. No one else has ever come close to making me feel as good." Your voice trembles with anticipation, Yu's fingers starting to vibrate against your thighs. Between your legs, Shoto blows ice cold air against your clit, chilling your entire vulva. You want to close your legs to warm it back up, but Yu's arms are holding you wide. You think you will get some relief when you feel his tongue begin to fuck your hole, but it was freezing cold. The chill makes you hyper aware of everything he is doing, feeling every slow drag collecting your slick.
Yu works his vibrating fingers close to your cunt, resting on one of your outer lips so a ghost of the vibrations reaches your clit. When you start getting impatient, your hips try to squirm and force him to touch your clit. Chuckling, his hand trails higher, pressing against the spot above your pubic bone to stimulate your g-spot externally. "Don't get greedy. You'll be cumming plenty. You don't need me to touch your clit yet."
"Don't move your hand. You turned her into a fountain by pressing down there." Shoto pulls away, your slick coating his face. He shifts back, his eyes and the camera both focused on the drips starting to fall from your cunt. "Maybe the three of us together can give her the best orgasm. I've never seen her this wet without making her cum. Her pussy is so reactive to your vibrations. No wonder you gave her the fastest. Looks like she's right on the edge and nothing has touched her clit." He speaks as if you're not there, as if you were just a hole. And you loved every second of it.
Not being on to be ignored, Neito sucked one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue flicks against the bud, gently biting down to get a yelp from you. Your hands reach out for him, grabbing his shirt and trying to tug it off. He swats at your hand, pulling off of you.
"You want me to undress? Want the three of us undressed? Well you're going to have to beg for it. Ask nicely and maybe you will be rewarded with seeing our bodies again." Neito grins wickedly down at you, loving the way you squirm in embarrassment.
"Please will you undress?" Your eyes flick between the two men in front of you. Because of your hesitation, your voice is barely audible.
"Ah ah ah. Speak up. I want the video to catch every word that leaves those pretty lips of yours." Neito grips your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Now try it again. And really beg for us. If I have to correct you again, you really won't be happy." He releases your chin, letting his arms cross over his chest.
"W-will you please undress? I want to see you. All three of you." Your voice is louder than before, but not loud enough to appease the blonde in front of you. You can tell he is disappointed by the slight shake of his head.
"I say we flip her over and smack her ass until it's puffy and sore." Yu finally speaks up, shifting you in his arms to drop you onto the floor on your hands and knees. He gives you a warning smack, not holding back as the first strike makes your body lurch forward.
Shoto is next, heating his left hand up to increase the sting as he strikes your other ass cheek. You grit your teeth trying to bear the punishment, but when Neito takes his turn, the babbling starts. He lands a strike against your sensitive pussy, your slick amplifying the sound of the contact. Each man takes another turn before they pause.
Shoto rubs a cool hand over the sore spots on your ass. "Are you ready to try begging for what you want again? Or do we need to continue this?" His slow circles stop and he swats your ass lightly.
"No more. Please. I'll do it right this time." You take a deep breath, making sure you'll be able to speak loud and clear enough for their liking. "I want to see you. I want to see your bodies. Your muscles. But most importantly, I want to see the cocks I've been craving for so long." The desire drips thickly from your voice, desperation rapidly building to the point where you think you may go insane.
The three men exchange glances, debating on if you met their expectations. Slowly, Yu shrugs off his few remaining articles of clothing. The other two follow suit, discarding their clothes and tossing them into a pile on the ground. You are quick to scan over their bodies, greedily taking in every new scar and stretch mark littering their skin.
"Alright. Who is fucking where?" Yu asks, looking between the three of you to see who speaks up first.
"I want her pussy." Shoto says simply, looking at your puffy, slick covered lips. Neito crosses his arms, clearly not happy with that decision.
"What if I wanted her pussy first? I don't like sloppy seconds." Neito pouts like a child, just wanting to get his way.
"Why don't you share? I'm sure our pretty one can handle two cocks buried in her tight cunt while I fuck her ass. Isn't that right?" Yu speaks up, moving to pull you to sit in his lap so his leaking cock head pushes against your tight asshole. You aren't given much choice, though you weren't going to deny that you wanted to try. Neito quickly moves to kneel over you, his tip wasting no time slipping into you. Taking the remaining space standing between your legs, Shoto glides his tip along Neito's, prodding your clenching hole.
"Shit! Your dick is even weird temperatures." Neito attempts to disguise his surprised moan with a disgusted gasp, failing miserably. His hips involuntarily grind against the dual temperatures, pushing deeper into your hole.
"Easy now. We have to go slow. If we go too fast we might actually split her open. And that would ruin all the fun." Shoto grunts as he resists the urge to plunge himself back into the familiar warmth. After all this time, it is still as welcoming as ever. Your hands reach for Neito's shoulders, needing to dig your nails into something as slowly, their three cocks stretch you far wider than you thought possible.
"Yeah. That's it. Just hold on to me. We will make you see stars." Neito leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Almost there. Then you'll be so stuffed."
Time loses its meaning. Yu's vibrating fingers tease your nipples to distract from the white hot pain at your core. The restraint in the three men was impressive. They all wanted nothing more than to fuck into you with hard, fast thrusts. But they waited. They let you stretch and swallow around their cocks. Even Yu, who buried himself to the hilt long before the other two, managed to hold off fucking into you. But finally, all three tips kissed your deepest spots.
Your legs tremble, cunt pulsing already as the three men silently set a pace. They start gentle and slow. But Yu breaks first. After sitting for so long buried in your ass without moving, he needed relief. His hands grip your waist, slamming up into you at a harsher rhythm.
Neito caves next, craving the sounds of your moans as his head repeatedly drags against that spongey spot. When his pace quickens, he feels your entire body shudder, your cunt already gushing an obscene amount.
Finally, Shoto caves. Hic cock is longer than Neito's, so with each thrust, his tip slams against your cervix, threatening to burst into your womb.
Words are a foreign concept to you. The three men all fucking into you with differing paces and angels has you seeing stars. You don't even have the ability to warn them as your vision goes black. The intensity of your orgasm has you fading in and out of consciousness. You are vaguely aware of the feeling of cum flooding your holes, and your body being repositioned.
"Guess round two will have to wait until the morning." One of the males voices breaks into your mind, but you're not alert enough to tell who was speaking. "Poor thing couldn't handle so much pleasure. She will just have to get used to it." A second speaks up. "So you both agree that this is going to be a reoccurring event?" The third asks.
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Do not worry, take your time! It was just a quick idea, but I'm glad it inspired you. 😁 By the way, if it's not too much trouble, could it be that the fic doesn't contain mlm action? Shoto and Neito are not attracted to each other and they don't touch each other or anything, they just please reader. Nothing personal or something, I just like to get all the attention, hahaha 💀
Hey, could you please write a threesome with soft!dom!Shoto and soft!dom!Monoma x fem!reader? I can't get that out of my head 😩 Like, no plot, just both pleasing Y/N and even competing with each other. I'm 100% sure they would call her princess!! 😭 It doesn't matter if it's short. Thanks in advance. :))
Here you go anon! I hope you like it! I kinda imagined it as the reader is in an open relationship, and is dating both Shoto and Neito, but the men are only dating reader.
All thoughts had left your mind long ago, when Shoto decided on a whim to slide off the bed and between your thighs. Your legs were perched on his shoulders as his tongue laps languidly at your cunt. Time has lost all meaning after your second orgasm, but it seems he has no plans on stopping.
"Princess. It's my turn for your atten-" Neito freezes hearing the sounds of your moans, frowning knowing he isn't the one causing them. He stands in the doorway, seeing your hands tangled in the dual colored hair and lets a puff of air escape his lips.
Flopping onto the bed next to you, he tilts your chin to face him, locking his lips with yours. His tongue pushes past your lips, swallowing all the moans Shoto was pulling from you. To his dismay, you pull away, whimpering and turning into a mess before his very eyes. Because of a man who wasn't him.
"Sho- yes... just like that..." Breathy whines leave your lips, becoming more desperate as you near yet another orgasm on one of your lovers tongues.
Finally snapping, Neito nudges Shoto's shoulder with his foot, pushing the quiet male off your twitching cunt. His head cocks to the side.
"When did you get here?" He asks, eyes flicking over to the clock on the bedside table. "Oh. Is it your turn already? I thought I had more time with her." He says calmly as the jealous blonde takes his place between your legs.
"Just lay on the bed with her and watch how much better at this I am." Neito tuts as Shoto takes his old place on the bed. He shifts to position his body behind yours to hold you to his chest.
"You did so well for me princess. A hours must've passed and you didn't even stop me." Shoto coos softly in your ear, placing soft kisses along your jawline.
The blonde lets all his jealousy flow out of his body through his tongue, alternating between flicking directly over your sensitive clit, and swirling teasing circles. He pulls your clit between his lips and lets his teeth graze ever so gently over it, relishing in the way your back arches and your moans bounce off the walls.
Shoto holds your writhing body, whispering how good you are as another orgasm tears through your exhausted body. Your vision starts to blur as Neito wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you firmly to his face.
After causing one orgasm, his jealousy ebbs away, and presses his tongue flat against your twitching hole before pushing it into you. "Taste so addicting, princess." He moans, looking up to see you fucked out expression.
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Can I request h/c's for the aged up Bakusquad accidentally activating their quirks during climax
Accidental Quirk-Use During Sex
GN!Reader x AGED UP!Bakusquad
WARNINGS: Minor injuries, Oral (Both character and reader receiving), Face fucking,
Mina: Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she bounces you on her dual-ended strap. The other end buried deep inside her creating a delicious sensation. Head foggy with pleasure, she was unaware of the acid her palms produced until you were yelping and crawling across the bed away from her. She was immediately flooded with guilt, scrambling to the acid wash that she keeps with her pro-hero uniform. With gentle hands, she cleans the slightly burned skin, giving you all the kisses and cuddles you want.
Sero: You had your ass in the air, mouth wrapped around his cock, as he kissed and nipped up your thighs. His arms wrapped around your lower body, hands kneading at the soft skin of your ass. When you finally take him all the way to the back of your throat for the first time, he loses it. Tape spins from his elbows, getting tangled in your hair, and his pubes. Due to the position you were taped into, he had to fumble with his phone to call Denki to bring some Goo-Gon at help free you.
Kirishima: You were bent over the edge of the bed, begging him to give you all of him. After careful work, he had settled himself inside you to the base. One of his fists rests against the wall next to him for support, but nothing could prepare him for how good you felt clamping down on every inch of him. The clenched fist activates his quirk, and suddenly his hand breaks through straight to the other side. He freezes, terrified that the rest of is body would harden and hurt you, so with all his might, he relaxed his arm, stopping his quirk and slowly removing it. You were both disappointed when he had to pull himself out of you, but his unhardened skin was now littered with splinters and specks of blood.
Bakugo: He had your head hanging over the edge of the bed, fucking your face. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, groaning at the feeling of himself through your skin. You gag around him as the thick shaft makes it hard to breath. Noticing your difficulty breathing, he pulls himself out, and hovers his hand above your throat. As he does that, you swipe your tongue against his slit, which was just enough to send him over the edge. His fist closes as he paints your face, and mini explosions crackle in his palm. The terror is clear in his eyes, realizing how close he was to accidentally exploding your throat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself back in the mood, settling for just holding you to his chest.
Denki: You were settled in his lap, grinding down against his rapidly hardening cock. Since he had been away on a mission for months, he had missed the feeling of another person touching him. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he slides them up your thighs. He can't help the whimpers that fall from his lips as you increase your pace. When he grips your thighs, small charges of electricity are discharged from his fingertips. He was mortified, wanting to stop immediately, before he realized that you enjoy the small shock. That just opened a whole new world for you both.
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you should do a Tamaki dick analysis pretty please?🥺🥺
Tamaki:
You know that song Emo boy by Ayesha Erotica? Well that song was pretty much about Tamaki.
He is packing 9.5 inches between those anxiety bouncing legs.
He isn’t very girthy, but he is still about to stretch you out, and with a length like that, too much girth could be intimidating.
The shaft stays pale when he is hard, but his tip turns an angry shade of red.
Since the shaft stays pretty close to his skin color, the few veins that appear are a nice blueish purple.
His hair is usually shaved short, since he is too scared to do a clean shave or wax on himself, and going to a waxing place is a major no for him. He has a faint happy trail that starts about two inches below his belly button.
His balls are heavy and hang to frame his cock. When he cums, you can see them tighten.
Overall, he has something amazing that he is working with, it is just a matter of him becoming comfortable enough to use it. Once he does, he is magic with that thing.
Chaos’ Would-I-Enjoy-This-Dick Scale:
9.5/10
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omg shigaraki dick analysis pls <3
Shigaraki:
Boy is big. He is slinging 8 inches between those legs of his.
He has a thick tip that tapers slightly to be smaller at the base. This keeps him locked into you when he has sheathed himself inside.
Once buried inside, your muscles will constrict around the thinnest part of him, so every drag out tears you open.
When I say he is heavy, trust me. There is some serious weight to that thick cock.
The tip is nearly always an angry shade of red, with precum smeared along the slit.
The veins on the surface are thin, and crackle along the surface.
Do not expect him to be shaved or maintained. He has a mess of white curls which only enhance the inflamed color of his dick.
His balls absolutely match his cock, round and heavy. There is definitely a reason why his legs are never closed when he sits. With the combination of his dick, and the heavy balls, closing his legs would be uncomfortable.
Overall, if you have a breeding kink, this cock is perfect. He knows he is blessed with this cock, and he will learn exactly how to make you cum with it.
Chaos’ Would-I-Enjoy-This-Dick Scale:
8/10
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Kinktober Day 30: Forced Exhibition
Day 30: Forced Exhibition- Shinso X Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Non-Con/Dub-con, Quirk use, Public sex,
“You can’t ignore me forever. I will get you to crack eventually. You know that right?” Hitoshi asks, continuing to poke and prod at you, trying to get you to respond to his questions. This was the first patrol that the two of you were on as pro heros and you were determined to be professional. You kept your eyes forward, not noticing your boyfriend was no longer behind you.
A few minutes pass and you assume he had given up on trying to coax you into sex. Keeping your senses alert, you hear a girl's voice.
“Excuse me, Ma’am, are you a hero, or could you at least help me?” The voice speaking to you sounded young. She couldn’t have been older than 13, and it was far too late for someone her age to be out alone.
“Of course.” As soon as you responded, you knew it was a trap. From the shadows, your boyfriend steps out, turning his voice modifier off.
“Got you. Now, I believe this is the perfect time to celebrate our freedom as pro heroes. Come here.” He speaks calmly, a lazy grin hidden behind the mask. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop your feet from walking to him. You grit your teeth, stopping a step in front of him. “Aw. So obedient. Why don’t you strip and show me that gorgeous body of yours.”
Your hands betray you as they shed your uniform. The crisp night air sends a chill down your spine, goosebumps rising on your skin. Even under his intense gaze, you couldn’t break free to cover your breasts. He stares at you as if you were his last meal.
“Go ahead and spread those legs for me. Show me the pussy that I am going to destroy.” He smirks, discarding his voice modifier on the ground next to your forgotten uniform.
Your legs spread wide, giving him plenty of room to push his knee to your core. He doesn’t have to say anything. Your body instinctively grinds against the denim material of his uniform.
“See. I knew you wanted this deep down. I just had to give you the nudge to admit it.” His lips brush against your ear. His hands grab your waist and guide you backward against the brick wall behind you. The rough surface is uncomfortable, but you aren’t given too much time to think about it.
Just a few feet away, a group of drunks stumble to their homes. If one of them turned their head, they would be able to see the two of you. Hitoshi didn’t seem to mind. His only concern was removing his belt to free his aching cock.
You try to swat his hands away, forgetting that his quirk still had power over you. “Stop. Someone could see us. This is unprofessional and wrong.”
“Shut the fuck up. Hold those pussy lips open and beg me to fuck you like the whore you are.” He growls, pumping himself slowly.
You grit your teeth as your fingers trail down your abdomen, spreading your lips. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me like a whore. Please.” You beg. Even without his quirk controlling you, you weren’t completely lying. You did want him to fuck you, you just didn’t want it on your patrol.
“Well I would be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t give you what you wanted.” With that, he pushes deep inside you, giving you no warning or preparation. Your head falls to his shoulder as a scream of pain is torn from your throat. His lips capture yours, swallowing any additional whimpers and whines as he pounds relentlessly into you. “The faster I cum, the faster this will be over, so keep making those sounds and you won’t have to worry.”
One of his large hands makes its way to your clit, easing the pain you feel as you stretch to his size, and start to lubricate his shaft. “Thank you…” You moan, feeling your orgasm hit out of nowhere, words muffled by his shirt. You were unaware, but hearing you say thank you for this without him making you pushed him ever closer to the edge.
His free arm hooks under your leg and he adjusts his angle, slamming into all your sweet spots. The moans and feeling of your walls fluttering around him became too much. His cum mixes with yours as he fucks you through your high.
“I think we should do this on every patrol.” He grins down at you, seeing your fucked out expression as he pulls out of your abused hole. Unable to use your words, you just nod dumbly.
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kiripima dick plz?
Kirishima: *AGED UP*
This cock is a blessing and a curse. He was gifted with insane length, being 10 inches.
In addition to this length, he is thick. Even his large hand struggles to wrap fully around it.
Shockingly, he doesn’t turn too red, only a shade or two darker than his normal complexion.
There is one prominent vein that branches out towards the tip. The rest of the shaft has faint veins a bit deeper under the surface.
He isn’t one to obsess over maintaining the hair. His happy trail is thick, and he doesn’t bother to mess with it. He does trim around his cock and balls to make them look neater.
Compared to his massive dick, his balls are smaller. They are still a solid pair, but they don’t match with the monstrous size of his cock.
Overall, this man was gifted with a curse. His size is intimidating, and is a major challenge to take. If you are brave enough to take his cock, you won’t be walking for awhile, but it is absolutely worth it.
Chaos’ Would-I-Enjoy-This-Dick Scale:
8.5/10
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Shoji: *AGED UP*
So this took some thought because of his dupli-arms and all that. What I have come up with is length wise, he is average, at exactly 5.5 inches.
He is definitely thick though. You need two hands in order to wrap fully around him.
His cock is pretty much the same shade of his normal skin tone, just a touch redder. The tip matches the rest of the shaft color wise.
The texture on his cock is the same as the veiny pattern between his arms.
He has a deceptively thick happy trail that leads to a small patch of white hair. He doesn’t have to do much to maintain it, as the hair doesn't grow very fast.
He has huge, heavy breeder balls. They are so intimidating in a good way. He absolutely manspreads, but he has to with the size he is.
Overall, once you get him to trust you enough to be vulnerable, he will show you an amazing time. Do not judge him for the slightly different texture of his shaft, or he will never have sex again.
Chaos’ Would-I-Enjoy-This-Dick Scale:
9/10
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Could you do a dick analysis for tokoyami please? I'm dying to know
Tokoyami: *AGED UP*
He is right around average, keeping 5.5 inches tucked snugly in his pants.
Matching the length, the girth is slightly above average. The tip is narrow, but grows to be thicker along the shaft.
His shape makes it difficult to adjust to his size, so every thrust stretches you out.
He also has a nice curve up to drag across your insides.
There are no major defining veins, so the skin is smooth with light veins below the surface.
You can feel them when you put light pressure along his shaft.
His whole cock flushes, and turns a pretty shade of red when he is hard.
Along with the raven head, he has some additional bird features. Instead of having pubic hair, he has a patch of feathers that sprout down his happy trail to cover him.
When he was a young adult, he would shave or wax them out of embarrassment. With age he realized how soft the feathers were, and how he could use the softness to his advantage.
His balls are small, and cute looking. They nestle behind his cock, and with the black feathers, they look like eggs.
Overall, he knows how to use every inch, and his shape is ideal for spearing you.
Chaos’ Would-I-Enjoy-This-Dick Scale:
9/10
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Present Mic dick analysis please!! 🎤😛
Present Mic:
Oh boy… This loud blond will leave you moaning even louder. He is at least 8 inches.
His girth is just above average, but he has a thick tip. The shaft curves upwards slightly to rub against your inner wall.
The whole cock goes red, and the tip turns even darker.
He doesn’t have a lot of veins, a few branch out just below the surface, giving the shaft a faint texture.
The hair… where do I begin with the hair on this man… He styles it. Sometimes he shaves and waxes designs into it. If he grows the hair out long enough, he will absolutely gel the hair. It probably started as a dare, but then he actually enjoyed it, and never stopped.
His balls are large and heavy, hanging down a bit lower as he has gotten older. He does trim the hair on his balls short, and he doesn’t normally shave designs on them out of fear of cutting them by mistake.
Overall, he knows how to use what he was given. He is also totally unafraid to experiment with his hair and finds enjoyment in the shock factor it creates when he shows you a new design he made.
Chaos’ Would-I-Enjoy-This-Dick Scale:
8.5/10
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Hey beelzles ✨Request✨:Which of the Boys of Class 1-a would be giving or receiving oral?
Giving:
Nothing makes him happier than when his head is between your legs. The squeeze of your thighs push all the stress out of his mind. He doesn't know how long he has been down here, all he knows is he never wants to leave. He would rather suffocate in your essence than go back to reality.
BAKUGO, Kirishima, Iida, Sato, SHOJI, Ojiro, Koda, Tokoyami
Receiving:
Brain leaking out through his cock while you take him into your throat is a high he will never grow tired of. Having your undivided attention, you worshipping him is the only stress relief he needs. Sometimes guiding your head, but most of the time letting you control just how to make him cum.
Sero, DENKI, Shoto, AOYAMA, Midoriya, DARK SHADOW (yes I know dark shadow is tokoyami, but I feel in my soul that he would prefer his dick getting sucked)
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HI UM FOR THAT PEGGING SHIGARAKI WHILE DABI WATCHES FIC YOU WROTE A WHILE BACK- I need to know what twice said oml please- doesn't even need to be a whole fic, just a drabble, anything, please
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASK BOX. IM SO SORRY!
Twice's response (NSFW)
Sure enough, the next night came, and you had your boyfriend sobbing into the pillow. The comic relief of the group kneels in front of of him, taking in his tears.
"aww. Poor boss... You should let him cum- no! Let him cry!" Twice bounces between his two sides rapidly, the intensity of the situation causing the flip.
"Poor shiggy. Since he can't make up his mind, looks like I can't let you cum. I'll be nice and let you pick who can decide tomorrow. If you pick right you may get to cum." You taunt, landing a solid smack to the soft flesh of his ass.
"twice you... Bastard!" He growls out, tears in his eyes.
"I can't make decisions like this. I'm not good at quick choices- This is why you don't get to cum you rude bitch!" He snaps.
You couldn't hide the grin on your face watching twice rut against the edge of the bed, with some training, maybe he could make a cute addition to you and Shigaraki.
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Kinktober Day 8: Oviposition
Day 8: Oviposition- Hawks x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Use of ‘Mommmy’, Cervix fucking, Stomache bulge, slight somo
The mess of pillows and blankets were a feeble attempt to make you feel more comfortable. Knowing what is about to happen weighs heavily on your mind, keeping you from fully enjoying the soft kisses being peppered along your sweat-soaked body.
“Are you ready? Gonna hold all my eggs, and take care of our little ones and be a good mommy?” He asks, red wings flat against his back, eyes begging for you to say yes.
Despite the fear of how bad this may hurt, or how uncomfortable you will be while carrying them, you can’t say no to him. Not when you can see how much pain he is in from carrying the eggs. For weeks, he has been unable to fulfil his job as a prohero because of how much pain he is in.
When you finally told him that you would take all his eggs, he was beyond thrilled. Not only would the blinding pressure be relieved, and he could go back to work, but you would be a real mommy. He would be able to make you a mommy with his children.
His ovipositor leaks, eggs working their way down to the shaft. Watching the relief that spreads over his body from that alone solidifies your answer.
“Of course I’m ready. Just be gentle baby boy.” You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling the slick tip prodding at your entrance.
The ovipositor works slowly into you, lubricating your already fluttering walls as the calming agent seeps into your core.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as a strange sensation washes over you. As the calming agent is soaked into your cunt, your cervix begins to open, as if you were giving birth in reverse.
“Oh fuck. Mommy… You're opening so well for me. I think… Ah…” His hips stutter and twitch as the first egg travels down the shaft, squeezing it’s way into your womb.
Your hand presses down on the slight growth, feeling so full already. Anxiety washes over you as you feel him start rutting into you again. The feeling of one egg was bordering too much, and you were unsure of how many he was planning on fucking into you.
“Keigo… How many eggs?” You question softly, voice cracking as the second egg pressed firmly against your g-spot as it works its way deeper.
“Three… four… could be six or seven though.” He grunts out, mind in pure bliss as each second takes away his weeks of pain.
After egg number five, you were a sobbing mess. You felt as if you were going to explode, and you could not stop cumming. Terrifyingly enough, he wasn’t done. He kept fucking into you, feeling more eggs work down the shaft. You couldn’t stop shaking, the calming agent he was releasing was not helping like it had before.
“Halfway done… I can feel it.” He grunts against your neck, letting his wings spread and flutter as egg number six wedges itself in with the others.
“You said seven… not ten.” Your mind races. Ten eggs. You would be huge. You would have to care for ten children. Would you be able to do it?
“Shh. Don’t think mommy. Just relax. Only a few more eggs.” He coos, a stronger agent being releases from his scent glands, as he nuzzles against the pulse point in your throat.
Your discomfort was pushed aside, knowing that everything would be ok. You would be round. Full of eggs. But Keigo would take care of you. He would have to do everything for you. As the seventh egg further extends your belly, you take a breath and look down. Your abdomen swollen and appearing as if you were already at the end of your second trimester of a normal pregnancy.
Slowly, as eggs eighth and nine force their way in, you lose consciousness, the calming agent putting you to sleep as the worst of the discomfort was approaching.
He ruts himself faster, finally releasing the final egg and collapsing next to you. His hand traces over the huge bulge, knowing how sore you will be when the calming agent wears off, but he can’t be bothered to think about that when his mommy is so swollen with his eggs.
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Kinktober Day 21: Virginity
Day 21: Virginity Kink- Fatgum x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Size Kink, Corruption,
“Are you sure you want me… like this? I could work some of this body fat down so I don’t ruin you on your first time.” Your mentor looks down at you. Only a few days ago, you were hired to be Fatgum’s sidekick, and right away you two were close.
He asked about any boyfriend’s or potential love interests, and you confessed that because you wanted so badly to be a hero, you never dated, or had time for intimacy. Being the kind and charitable mentor that he was, he just knew he had to show you the ropes, and make sure your first time was with someone good, and who wouldn’t use you for your virginity. Or, at least, that is what he told himself as he pulled you into his lap.
His sheer body mass made it impossible for your legs to wrap around him, but this was exactly how you wanted him to be. The form of himself that he was the most comfortable as. “Just like this, Taishiro. You look perfect just like this.” You assure him. You didn’t know yet, that his warnings of ruining you would be correct. You were naive and no longer willing to wait for your first time. You wanted him, and you wanted him now.
Your small hands made their way up the massive expanse of his chest, pulling the zipper of his jacket down to expose the plush chest that you wanted to bury yourself in.
“Alright, now slow down my little sugar rush. You are gonna get hurt if you aren’t careful, and I may not be able to hold myself back from tearing this pussy apart to mold to me.” He grins down at you, letting his hood fall off his head so scraggly strands of blond hair fall into his face.
“Maybe that’s what I want.” You challenge, digging yourself into a deeper hole of eventual regret and pain. Without warning, the huge man below you is now hovering over you, your back hitting the soft pillows scattered around the bed.
“Using words like that could get you into big trouble. You’re lucky it's just me, or someone else could abuse that and use it against you. But not me. I’ll be kind and gentle.” He coos softly against the shell of your ear.
His hands, which in the form are more than double the size of your own, make easy work of removing your clothing, wasting no time leaving you fully vulnerable to his gaze.
“This is unfair. I want you now Taishiro.” You huff, spreading your legs as wide as possible trying to make room for him between them.
His only response is to chuckle and close your legs, pushing them up to your chest. “Sorry sugar rush, but you won’t get your legs wide enough. This is the only way. And it will make your virgin hole even tighter, and my cock feel even bigger.” The grin plastered on his face takes on a hint of sadism seeing your eyes wide.
You wrap your arms behind your knees, holding them in place, showing him you will be good for him so he will finally fuck you. His own need to corrupt your innocence overwhelms him, and he can’t hold back any longer. The stretchy pants of his uniform are tugged down and he frees himself. You knew better, but still, you looked down.
In his fat form, he was the length and girth of your forearm. You knew you should have let him burn the fat off so he would be more manageable, but you were dumb. You just had to have him now.
“I sure hope you like me, sugar rush, because after this, you will be so fucking addicted, and ruined, nothing else will make you cum. Your mind and body will become so twisted, you will need the core splitting agony to be able to cum. Do you understand me?” He questions, easing a single large digit into your increasingly slick hole. The burn from that alone was a lont, and you knew he was right.
“I understand. I want this.” It is all you manage to say, all words and reasoning leaving your body as the excitement and desire replace it. Finally. Your hole will be fucked. After all these years, you finally found someone who you were ready to let ruin your innocence, and you were glad it was someone like Fatgum.
A second finger scissors you open wider, drawing a long and whiny moan from your lips. “Your walls are fluttering already. Is that really all it will take to make you cum?” He asks, amusement evident in his voice. You are unsure if he wants you to respond, not like you could anyway, when a third finger crams its way inside you.
Instantly, a spasming starts in your core, and you can’t control the moans falling from your lips. It hurt, but in an addictive way. Your nerves felt like they were on fire and you craved more and less all at once.
With each drag of his fingers across your upper wall, you could feel pressure building, the sensation bordering unbearable. You felt as if you might burst if he didn’t stop, but you couldn’t form the words.
When the pressure hits its peak, you cry out as fluid gushes out of you, coating his hand. Babbling out in what you hope is an apology, you feel him remove his hand.
“No need to apologize, sugar rush. That is what I needed you to do. Fastest way to get your pussy fully lubricated so you can finally take all of me.” He reminds you. The dull ache in your core, and the sensitive nerves tell you that this is going to be interesting.
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