#ღ;sacrilege

[dorimena]

Yea request are open! I’ve been thinking about it lately from another fic but would Hawks be able to get off from his own feathers being used on him like a vibrator? Maybe not just on the outside of him but also the inside if possible or would the feathers break? Really I just want the bird man to get overstimulated but I didn’t know if you’re okay with writing for him so just ignore this if you don’t

Hey! Nice to see you slide into the confessional again! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Hope you don't mind that this is going to be Hawks' debut into the covent for the thirsty people ready to confess their deepest desires on what to do with this man-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Takami Keigo - Hawks

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 855

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; gender neutral reader, sex toys (vibrator, dildo, fleshlight), but the mentioned toys are somehow made from his feathers, implied orgasm denial, masturbation, caught, mentioned choking, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; silly monologue, Keigo wondering how he didn’t know he could do this sooner, reader wondering why Keigo didn’t know

𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘

It was probably something he didn’t even know was possible until he made it become possible.

As far as Keigo knew, his feathers were either to be weapons, an aid, a shield, even a tracking device, kinda. But he never thought he could use them for his own selfish pleasure.

You’ve been neglecting him for weeks now, always running off and around because of work. It has him tempted to try convincing you, for the hundredth time, to quit your shitty job and work with him in his agency, but you always told him that this job is your dream job. So he’ll just respect that, but he won’t ever respect your boss or coworkers for using you like some slave to the industry.

Okay, maybe he’s just giving himself an unnecessary backstory to justify how the fuck he managed to get his feathers, the ones he grew up with for most part of his life, to fucking vibrate against his dick.

Vibrate. How do feathers even vibrate?

Well, how could feathers become lethal weapons is another question to answer another time.

But holy-

“Fuck! Fuck, that feels good.”

Keigo can’t help but groan, and if a little cute whimper followed, he ignored it. He doesn’t want to accept he’s already close to cumming, less beginning to already lose his cool.

Not like it mattered, considering you would always figure out new ways to make him lose his cool, his tranquility, his collectiveness, his ‘she-calls-me-daddy-too’ persona.

God, what would you fucking do to him if you found out his feathers are transportable, automatic, intensity level 7 vibrators?

He jerks his hips away from his 3 feathers, breathing heavily as he watches how they move, how they shake, how the tip of each feather was covered in his own precum. Ew, no wonder he keeps feeling something sticky cooling on his cheek, and here he thought he was beginning to cry-

Wait, nevermind, his hand can very much confirm he might’ve shed a tear.

Wiping away the droplets of water, whether it be other tears or simply his sweat, Keigo ponders over his next question: could he fuck himself with these newly discovered vibrators?

Great, now he feels weird.

Not because of his question but because of how… Well, his feathers still feel soft, even if having them in a certain abundance and covered with a condom. His makeshift vibrating dildo made by his dearest and loveable feathers keeps prodding at his already prepared hole (thanks to one of your buttplugs.)

Which reminds him: will you be coming home soon? Not so much because of the sheer embarrassment of having to clean your buttplug instead of one of his, but more so to maybe see your raw reaction about this scenario-

“SHIT- FUCK!”

Okay, maybe he should’ve also, like, paid attention to the fact his feathery dildo (ugh, come on, Keigo, name it something else) had been trying to enter him for the past few minutes. But instead of some slow, gentle, sensual insertion, he decided to fuck himself as hard as you usually thrust inside of him.

Just how much did he miss you?

“S-so much! Too much- Miss you~” He whispers to absolutely no one but his feathers and pillows under him, cheek planted on one of the plush, soft materials as he prepares himself for-

“Hnngh!”

That pornographic whimper once he activated the vibration mode.

And when you finally came home, instead of a clingy, pouty, loving boyfriend greeting you at the door and helping you with your stuff, you’re lead by the invisible string to your bedroom, eyes widening in amazement at the sheer impossible yet fucking sexy scene before you:

Keigo, in his trembling, toe curling, back arching and chest puffing position, thrusting into the makeshift fleshlight from his vibrating feathers-

Huh!?

You quickly cover your mouth, hoping that your choked gasp of disbelief drowned in his equally choked gasping and moaning.

Oh, he’s choking himself.

Let’s assess the man who the public admire as their #2 prohero and how he’s never, ever mentioned how his feathers could vibrate.

Again, you’ve walked into him trembling while he’s fucking a fleshlight and being fucked by a dildo made by his own feathers that, for some reason unknown, are imitating the sound and movement of the 7th setting on his wand vibrator.

You don’t really get much time to actually find the reasons and name facts to explain this erotic scene before Keigo’s grabbing one of the pillows and smothering his face with it, drowning out his screams and growls of being overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm his body catapaulted into, especially with how, prior to your arrival, he had been trying to convince himself that denying his orgasm for possibly the 10th time in barely under an hour was going to do more harm than good to him and his sanity.

[iwaasfairy]

OK IMAGINE that for father meian and his angel's first time, it happened because she went to the confessional booth to confess how he was making her feel lust and other things she shouldn't, not knowing that it was his shift at the confessional today so she was basically directly telling him how she wanted him so bad and well, what's a man to do but "help her repent" by fucking the lust out of her right in the booth? 🥺🥺- 😇nonnie

Well I imagined in OFTAOM that Meian wasn’t actually her first and that she’d confessed this which made him very very :(( upset and a bit jealous because the pretty, pure girl he loves seeing in church is now “ruined” (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) but I really really like this too,, thank you sweet baby

tw priest!meian, sacrilege, religious guilt, manipulation

“Father Meian?” you almost tumble off the kneeler when he appears, towering over you as always. Despite being such a grand, overwhelming presence, it’s easy to forget that he also exists outside of your dreams and thoughts. You pale a little under his sharp eyes, unsure of what to say now that you’ve spat out the secret you’ve been trying your hardest to keep inside you. But confession came, and you thought I’d be right to say it aloud. Wrong, so clearly wrong, you think as he clicks his tongue, before reaching out a hand to help you up from your knees.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. There’s— I- I should confess that I have had- s-sinful thoughts about one of the members of this Church, for a little while now. And I’ve prayed every night, I swear! But the thoughts won’t leave me alone, I don’t know what to do, Father. I need your guidance.” All of it had flown out so easily earlier, but now you can feel it grow on you like a coat of ice, and you instantly look away from him to the floor. He keeps your hand in his, thumb softly rubbing the knuckles. And he sighs, before he walks you out of the one room over to where he was seated. Separated, in silence, with your heart banging against your ribcage so hard it deafens you.

You only realize he asked you something when he turns to you and raises his brows, sitting back down in the chair and leaving you upright. Which still has you about eye level with him. “Sorry?” you quickly ask, pulling your hand away from him to fist it into your shirt. “I was lost in thoughts.”

“I asked you if you could tell me, exactly,” he takes a deep breath as he leans back, “which Priest it is that you’re having these sinful thoughts about.” He crosses his arms over his wide chest. Your eyes automatically drop down to watch the motion, before you look away again, cheeks heating up. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, after all, and-”

“I think you know,” you cut in, voice so squeaky and quiet it should be laughable. “W-we always catch each other’s eyes when he’s speaking and he helped me when I came back to Church- a few months ago.” He pauses. And you know you shouldn’t, but you can hardly lie to him. You don’t even want to know what kind of repentance you’d have to do for something so deceitful. But then he suddenly takes your arm and pulls you close enough so that your face is right in front of his. “F-Father—”

“The one who touches you like this?” he asks, other hand coming up to brush past your cheek. “Or is there more than one occupying your thoughts?”

“Just the one,” you whisper. And his stern frown softens enough to have your heart mellowing, heating you from the inside out. Because while it’s true, and oh- it’s an almost suffocating truth, you still know it’s wrong. You’re wrong for feeling this way towards him, the shame feels sticky where he touches you.

“Hm, well,” he mumbles back, finally letting go of you to leave your desperate heart pattering, “that is quite the situation you’ve worked yourself into. But I think I might have the solution for your problem. Stand still.” Then he gets up from the chair to back you into the wooden wall behind you and you hold your breath, eyes closing as he leans down. Before you know it his lips are on yours, tongue going past the seam of your lips to melt with yours. Your knees almost buckle when he presses up against you more.

“Father Meian,” you squeak when his mouth moves to your jaw, along your ear and neck and hands sliding up the length of your body. “What are you-”

“Shh, quiet now.” His voice so deep and demanding, it leaves you restless. And the thoughts are instantly back, which makes you bite your lip. You can’t be thinking these things, not when you just asked for his help. But it’s so hard not to. You just want more of his touch. “Unless you don’t want my help, of course,” he adds, looking back at you with a frown. ‘Please,’ you mouth though, and he grunts. “Then keep it down, and get on your knees for me.”

[dorimena]

☆(ゝω·)𝚟 🥁

𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (๑꒦ິ ̼ ꒦ິ๑)

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍,

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

-🧸 ٩( ᐛ )و

Ohmygodifyouwould’veheardmyfuckingscreamofjoy-

Hi hello oh my god welcome back!!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

I missed you so much and I am now asdfghjk I had a troubling week, a group for a course decided not to cooperate until like… a few hours ago before the deadline so-

Onwards with your confession huhuhu~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I think this came out rather silly, and Shoto might've come out a bit ooc. Most importantly, I hope I didn't end up offending someone. And if I did, I am so sorry! Please tell me!

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; slight sexist themes, implied multiple orgasms, overstimulation, drool, dumbification, slight unintentional possessive theme, kinda crazy ex-girlfriends, implied pegging but I tried my best to keep this gender-neutral, not proofread

Shoto’s a gentleman, or as much of a gentleman he’s learned to be growing up. One thing that’s always stuck to him, whether from how the media would show it, how the TV shows he managed to watch showed it, or how his classmates would talk about it, is that girls lean to be quite submissive.

At first he had denied this, not accepting it as a fact until he experienced it himself. And lo and behold, every single girlfriend before you easily submitted and spread their legs for him- okay that sounds really bad. But if he wanted to be blown, they would drop to their knees in a heartbeat.

And it’s unclear to this day whether it’s because of who he is or out of genuine love for him, but one thing that’s always usual with every breakup is how they would leave trying to victimize themselves, trying to make themselves feel better by bashing the new girlfriend after them, even if they’re the ones to end the relationship because of how Shoto fucks them.

Yeah… it confused you.

So when you came along, you kind of met the same fate as every other ex-girlfriend: get found by the ex, harassed on DMs and then bashed by the way you look with how they manage to find you publicly.

But instead of you breaking up with Shoto or trying to force him to prove to you, through sex, how much he loves you, you simply figured a way out to have them stop bothering you, and watching one of the ex-girlfriends be escorted by the police out of the restaurant seemed to be the red flag for the others to basically stop.

Shows how pathetic they kind of are, thinking that pulling you down would help raise their ego up just because they can’t accept Shoto didn’t like them anymore.

But then we have a new problem: Shoto thinking you’d still submit to him and wondering if the reason why he can’t keep a relationship is because of his ‘lack of experience’.

When you guys were going to finally get intimate beyond the occasional oral sex or sensual touching, you guys had a conversation about how it would go, considering it took a while for you to tell Shoto you’re dominant in bed and for him to voice out how amazing you were in putting his ex girlfriends ‘in their place’ so easily. No, not in a sexist way, more in a ‘karma got back at you, bitch’ sort of way.

Shoto might’ve laughed a bit when you asked him if he’d like to be pegged, dismissing the idea at first until he decided that maybe he’ll see if you’re truly dominant like you said.

And boy was he in for a ride.

He’s always done the prepping, the consoling, the praising, the fucking, the thrusting, the groaning.

But to finally be the one prepped, consoled, praised, fucked, thrusted into and hear someone else groaning into his ear had him cum not even a few minutes since you began.

It had him feel like a complete virgin again, and he was dying of embarrassment, face red as he stared wide-eyed at you, mouth opened in surprise while his orgasm rode out.

You giggled and told him this isn’t over until you say it is, reminding him about the safe word and safe cues before slowly picking up speed with your thrusts.

With each and every single one of them, he squeaks out a little, body still on overdrive as he’s trying to process this feeling, the tingly sensation starting from his ass that spreads all around his body down to his toes, making his thighs shake on either side of your body.

Your moaning is enough encouragement to let himself let out all of his cute noises, from small, squeaky whines to airy, high-pitched moans of your name, repeating itself like a broken record.

You guys do it missionary at first before you flip him onto his hands and knees. Doggy style somehow managed to turn Shoto more into a cockwhore than what you expected, as it allowed him to pick up leverage to fuck back and meet your hips.

If the skin slapping from before was loud enough to echo around the room as the bass to your fucking, than the way it sounds now must’ve alarmed the neighbours about what you guys are doing on a random Wednesday night.

His teeth are biting and tugging at the bedsheets, a puddle of drool reaching his squished cheek as he tries warning you how he’s about to cum, his hips suddenly controlling the tempo. You somehow angle your hips a certain way so you aren’t teasing his prostate into overstimulation, driving him to his orgasm as he mewls anything coherent that his mind can come up with.

And even if you guys aren’t done yet, not with how he’s dumbly chasing for more friction while grinding onto the bedsheets, he finally, somehow, came to realize that he was never incompetent or a lazy lover.

He just… isn’t a dom like he thought he was.

He loves fucking the person he loves, but now, he very much loves being fucked by the person he loves.

Good job, you did it. You’ve ruined anyone else’s shot at fucking Shoto Todoroki. But you’d be a fool to break up with him, because this baby boy won’t let you go.

[dorimena]

Uh, have you ever thought of a imagine of Shoto Todoroki being stimulated in the urethra? Sounds interesting, don't you think?

Sorry if something is misspelled, English is not my native language.

Never really imagined that scenario with Shoto, so I wrote this as his first time trying it. I feel like he didn't come out as subby as I wanted him to (；⌣̀_⌣́)

And no worries about your English! It came out fine! Also, I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but I laughed at the slight pun. (Because you said “sounds interesting” and I think the stimulation of the urethra is called sounding? (´∀`* ))

Bon appetit, hun (´ ε ` )♡

Shoto’s pretty timid or hesitant when he wants to explore new kinks he’s either read from somewhere or found a video of.

In this case, he stumbled upon a video.

Alright, maybe Kaminari might’ve accidentally sent him a video called “sub urethral sounding cumming hard 4 times in 1 minute” which ended up sounding too ridiculous to actually watch, and embarrassing.

Until his curiosity got a better hold of him and had him question whether it was a prank where he’ll be rick rolled or it’s the real deal.

And real deal it ended up to be, considering it was simply a video that shortened an original one, simply showing the moments when the boy in it cums. It was far exciting and eye-catching, had Shoto pick up a new curiosity about if that sort of kink really is that pleasurable.

So here he is tied down to a chair, wrists handcuffed behind the back of the chair as he tries to calm down. His face feels too hot, and from your point of view, it’s very red, almost rivalling his hair. He keeps twitching on the seat, nervous yet excited.

It took him days to ask you about it, and a few more until he watched you buy a sounding kit from some random online sex shop. You paid a fast delivery, so here he is, watching and waiting for you to insert the tip of the thinnest metal rods.

And when you finally begin pushing it in, he starts squirming. You stop, one hand holding the object while the other massages his trembling thigh, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and words of comfort as he adjusted to the odd and uncomfortable feeling of something entering from where he would fucking pee. And cum, but that doesn’t cross his mind.

“You want to stop? We can try again some other day-”

“No, keep going.”

So you pushed the rest of the rod inside, being left with the metal loop around your finger, probably meant to help you move the toy.

Eventually the feeling of discomfort turns into an odd tingly feeling of pleasure. But tingly’s a weird word for him to describe the sudden need to feel this metal stick fuck him in the urthera.

He lets out a sharp moan when you slowly take the rod out, whines airly when you push it back in with a not-so-gentle pace. You do it again, as many times until his moans turn into struggles to suppress his cries and his whines turn into quivering hiccups of begging, of your name, of some prayer probably, as he suddenly feels so close to cumming.

So soon? You were just beginning to have fun seeing his funny but cute faces as he tried processing this new feeling for him, this new stimulation that has him yell out to take the rod out, interrupting himself with mewls of how he’s cumming, of how he can’t cum with that in him.

Surprisingly, in between those mewls, he confesses he’s been holding himself back from cumming.

Maybe this sounding stimulation could help edge him another time, maybe be another way for you to overstimulate him, but you don’t dwell on it much.

Not with how his hips try pulling themselves away, trying to figure out how to get the metal rod out of him so that he could cum.

His sad cries make your heart pang a little but your crotch throb more at how adorable he sounds, about how something he’s been wanting to try could be one of the few kinks that drives him to his orgasm so quickly. Probably record-breaking, as barely 5 minutes have passed.

And when you take out the rod, his cum splatters everywhere, dick twitching upwards and downwards, its motions overcome by the throb of every convulsion that comes from deep within his gut all the way down to his curling toes.

And when he’s done with his uncharacteristic high-pitched mewls, he’s left shaking, eyes wide as he tries to figure out whether he wants to do this again, feel this again.

Guess you’ll find out later.

[dorimena]

i’m recently jumped on the subby!bakugou train and i can’t help but imagine this:

when the time came for his first time with you, he thought had that shit it the bag. how hard could it be? well, turns out it ain’t what he expected. everything was going fine until it was time for you to lower on his cock. as soon as you did that, he was done for. you were so unbelievably soft and warm and tight, he lost all drive to be the one in charge. you thought there was something wrong with him for a hot minute because he was just fuckin sitting there, panting and not answering you. “Suki, do you want me to start moving?” “hmMMm” is the one time he did answer, along with him burring his head into your chest and squeezing you tighter. It’s like he was bracing for something. Adorable. Well when you did start moving, boy was he in for it. Instead of grunts and groans like you were initially expecting from such a tough guy, he was letting out moans which you have never, ever heard from him before. While you were setting the pace, you tried getting him to move away from your chest so you could see that cute face of his. Though he wasn’t budging. What you did see of his face however, was a lovely shade of pink across his cheeks, ears and even his shoulders. Poor thing was embarrassed for not being able to take control and feeling so overwhelmed already. Adorable. You just might have to give him a reward for that.

This is- my heart doki-dokied a bit too hard and I was ready to combust (´,,•ω•,,)♡

You guys have been dating for some time, but you don’t really remember how long, not that it would matter.

He came to you out of the blue, nervous and trying not to make eye contact with you while having a cute blush on his cheeks. But you didn’t point it out or ask him about it, knowing it’ll just scare him off and have him ‘forget’ what he wanted to ask or say.

“I’m ready” is all he said before getting up and going to your shared bedroom.

You remember how your friends made a scandal about you guys living together and sharing a bed but never having sex. Not because they’re religious or anything, but more because they didn’t understand why you guys weren’t getting it on with one of the hottest proheroes in the country, unless he had erectile dysfunction.

Let’s just say the ruckus and mockery was enough to make you begin ignoring them. Maybe they had good intentions, but they’ve done a horrible job actually caring. You’re sure they just wanted the juicy details to get themselves off of.

Meanwhile, Bakugou’s lady friends, Mina and Jirou, were much nicer with the information, trying to not have you be discouraged with how long Bakugou’s taking with having sex with you, even if you later clarified that you’re not bothered by it, but you’re glad they care about your emotional wellbeing (?) Well, only Mina kind of confuses you sometimes, but she went to lengths to make you a cheer-up box. Really was just a box full of nice snacks that you hid from Bakugou before he pouts snarls about how he can make better snacks.

You feel a bit shy, suddenly bare on top of him after being fingered well enough to take his thickness. The blond, on the other hand, is sporting a smirk, one full of impatience yet pride, wanting to hear you moan and whine like you did moments ago. He’ll be the one making you cry tonight, making you beg for him and cry out his name loud enough to alert the neighbors about who is railing you.

Even if you both spoke about dynamics and such, you both also agreed that it didn’t matter how the first time went, as long as you both enjoy yourselves.

But boy oh boy was Bakugou thrown into a horny loop.

The moment you sink down on him, he feels you clench hard around his suddenly hypersensitive dick, he feels his gut being punched quite deeply and his thighs quiver, whether in anticipation, impatience or overstimulation.

But how could he already feel overstimulated?

He doesn’t really, but he can’t put a finger on how or what he’s feeling, not when all you keep doing is clenching and sucking more and more of him deep inside you, small pants leaving your mouth as you adjust being enough to make him realize that he can’t… move.

He’s not frozen in fear or shame, but he suddenly forgot how to move.

As if you’re sucking his knowledge of how to sex out from his dick.

God, why did you feel so good? Not even his not-so-secret fleshlight satisfied him enough like this.

Heck, he’s not even a virgin! But he sure does feel like one again.

Once you are ready, you ask him “You gonna move?” in such a sweet tone, in such a soft tone, Bakugou barely gets to remember how to answer properly.

So a hum of confirmation is the only thing you hear from him before you feel how his hips oddly move, as if simply trying to reach more in you. And if you hear his voice crack a little, you don’t say anything at all.

You wait for a bit but his hips really don’t do anything, but they keep twitching. So you tighten your grip on his shoulders and begin to grind slowly, feeling how he slides out a little and then slides back in perfectly.

Bakugou shudders as you keep doing that, his eyes focused on your chest before leaning in, burying his face in your skin as his arms wrap around your waist now, holding you not too tight but tight enough to somewhat ground him back into reality.

How pathetic! All of his sexual prowess and experience, his dominance, completely gone as you begin bouncing on his lap, pulling gasps of your names and cute moans from the depths of his throat.

You were ready to listen to his groans, his grunts, his growls, the usual sounds he makes whenever you come home early and eavesdrop his fleshlight moment, the way he lowly moans your name and compliments how well you’re riding him always haunting you to sleep, making you wish the day you both have sex come sooner.

And now that that day has come, you’re engraving his airy whines, his rising-in-pitch moans, his gasps of surprise whenever you clench rather tightly around him. And you’ve decided that from now on, it’ll be your lifelong mission to have him make those noises everyday, any way.

Whether you’re sucking his dick underneath the covers or stroking him while he’s playing some co-op game with his friends online.

You call for him in between your own much-lower-pitched moans, trying to pull your chest away to look deep into his eyes but instead being pulled in closer, making you feel the vibrations of his sounds against your heart.

So you look down, trying to figure out how to pull him off. Then you see how pink his shoulders look, making you wonder if that’s because of you or something else. And when you somehow change your angle, you catch the side of his face completely pinkish-red, making you giggle as you go even faster, fucking him hard enough until he’s choking on his calls of your name, lifting his head enough to reveal his eyes as he silently tells you how close he is, how he wants to cum.

You don’t know this, can’t even guess, not when you feel him pulling you down harder, small squeaks interrupting his whines.

How can this man be so adorable? Such a powerful being, one once praised as if a god, suddenly being a mere moaning mess under you while you bring him closer and closer to his euphoria, to his sweet, sweet satisfaction.

You smile once he cums, holding him close as you slow down, milking him as he makes cute noises close to being punched repeatedly in the gut.

You’re definitely taking the reigns from here on out, and if he wants to fuck you, it’ll be by your orders.

“Baby boy~”

And Bakugou silently nods, shivering at the name and peeping out the tiniest moan of “yes”, as if awaiting your next command.

“I didn’t cum yet.”

And you didn’t have to say it twice, not when he’s trying so hard to properly use his hips to fuck up into you, making the bed squeak inconsistently.

[dorimena]

LAWD HAVE MURTHYYYYYYYY OOH LAH LAHHHHH bakugou rubbing his tip with two fingers as if he had a PUTHAY? THAT WAS SO MF GOOD PLZ just imagine you’re watching the or something and he’s sitting in between your legs and you force him to only rub himself as if it were a clit and he’s BEGGING AND CRYING AND JUST LOVING IT SO MUCH PLZ

Why hello queenondeezmatatas Lord do have mercy, here we are, once again sinning unapologetically (ง ื▿ ื)ว

You’ve had him rubbing his tip for a while, having him sit between your legs for a good hour or so, however long it is for your ass to be asleep from being still for too long.

Doesn’t matter, not with how you continue forcing him to only use two fingers on himself, ignoring his cries and wimpy pleas to use one more finger, to use his hand, fleshlight, doesn’t matter if he’ll be edged for another hour or two.

Just please, please let him fuck his hand.

But you insist he’s alright with just two fingers, helping him trace circles clockwise and counterclockwise around his tip, spreading the abundance of precum so it drips to the base. But his tip is too slippery now, has him mess up the circles, has him huff out frustrated whines and small grunts, wanting to grab your attention towards his predicament and

Let

Him

Fuck

Your

Hand.

How hard is it for you to understand he needs more stimulation? Why won’t you give it to him?

Bakugou feels like crying, eyes already burning and tears quickly collecting at his waterline.

“Oh baby, all of this just because I won’t touch you?” You mock him with a pout of your own, using a hand to blindly clean away his falling tears.

He only hiccups, but no hint of sadness or anger in the way he inhales or exhales, just whines and small pleads of “touch me, touch me!”

You still don’t and won’t, hand going back to place itself on his thigh. You feel how he squirms, whether to get more comfortable or to still fight for your attention.

“If you continue being ungrateful, I’ll leave.” You talk so coldly, no jokes, no teasing, just plain disappointment and this makes Bakugou feel cold.

“N-No! I’ll be g-good!” He sobs softly, blinking his tears out of his eyes as he begins rubbing his tip with two fingers once again, breathless as he goes faster and faster, not caring anymore if he’s not even rubbing proper circles on the red tip.

And just as he’s about to cum, you snatch his hand away from his dick and listen to his quiet sobbing and gibberish begging to please, just please touch him!

Once he’s calmed down, you place his two fingers back on his tip and control his slow pace, chuckling in his ear as his gibberish words crank up in volume and pitch.

“I’m touching you, stop being such a crybaby.”

[dorimena]

well gawd damn is it spicy here, lemme contribute! 🤩 💕 what if we just totally make shoto a lil brat, but reader decides she aint having ANY o’ that, so she decides to pin the boy down and just fuck him absolutely stupid- just imagine how pretty he’d look, like ugh 😩 and if he behaves, what if we treat him to a lil meal from mommy? 💕 also, have a good rest of your day/night and drink some water! 😌

Hot and spicy, contribution sounds nice-y! (´ ∀ ` )

And thank you! Sorry this took a while. Hope you’re having a good day/night and remember, stay hydrated!

Shoto might seem like the perfect baby boy, considering he’s obedient, always looking to please you first, unless you tell him he’s meant to go first.

He’s caring, loving, wanting to always receive your praise and attention.

But going back to what I said about you telling him he’s meant to be first, that will sometimes get to his head.

Like, there will be days he won’t give a fuck if you want to be pleased first or wants things to go your way. He’ll sass you, give such nasty sarcastic remarks that you wonder who he’s been hanging out with to suddenly be like this.

But you don’t let it go on for long, not when he’s teasing you with his fingers, not even properly fingering you or even playing with your clit. He keeps commenting about how you’ll only cum from what he’s giving you, how he’s being generous, how he’s in charge now.

You would’ve taken him seriously if it wasn’t for the hesitance in his eyes, the way he seems to think too much with his words, eyes memorizing your facial reactions and frustrated grunts and moans. Even his fingers twitch whenever he gets too close to your cunt.

You know he’s just acting out of character so you could put him back into his place. Shoto hesitates because he’s done, he doesn’t want to be in charge, not when you look so angry and ready to pounce on him.

And you did. Well, first you flipped him over and then grabbed his cheeks roughly between your fingers, sneering how he’ll only get to cum from your fingers, that you’re being generous.

Have him bent across your lap, his dick twitching and grinding against your thighs as more and more precum smears all over your skin and his stomach, hands clenched in fists as your three fingers continue to fuck his ass in such a relentless pace, how obscence the lube sounds as your palm meets his ass everytime you thrust back in.

Shoto can’t make out how many times he’s cum, his head dizzy, eyes unfocused, throat sore as he screams through another intense orgasm, body tensing and back arching, toes curling while his legs shake, strong enough to make you move a bit with the movement. You don’t stop, not when he looks to still have more cum in him, if the growing white puddle you can somehow manage to see helps.

And when he’s finally milked, dry, and sedated with the many untouched orgasms, you help lay him down on the bed. You don’t clean him yet, which confuses him, thinking this is over, right?

You praise him, complimenting how good he was, cumming so much milk for mommy, how it’s time for him to eat his dessert before dinner. And even if he imagined some sweet cake or other dessert, the image of your pussy getting close to his face has him opening his mouth silently, eyes staring up at you, love and happiness swimming in his pupils before you bury his face with your wet, wet cunt.

[dorimena]

Bakugo carefully and self consciously asking “ will you think less of me , if i ask you to fuck me ?” Please 💕

Awww poor baby (╥ω╥) This came out quite fluffy, yet suggestive, maybe a hint of angst- I hope you like it ♡

At the start of your relationship, he would be the one who would always fuck you. Yes, you had complete reign from the bottom, but he’d be the one doing most of the work while you told him what and what not to do. He’d obey beautifully, or challenge you at times.

It was the dynamic between you two.

But right now, as he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes looking anywhere but at you, suspisicously glassy, as he silently waits for your answer to his question, it made you realize just how adorable he is, and that maybe it’s time he lay compliant on the bed, for him to melt into the bedsheets as you either ride or fuck him until he’s jelly.

His question rings in your head as you slowly shake your head, a smile growing on your face as you use both hands to cup his cheeks, lifting his head to look at you as you answer in such a joyful tone, full of reassurance and no tease, no malice, no ridicule.

“Never, Bakugou. How could I think less of you if I promised to love everything about you? And, I promised to always make you happy, didn’t I?”

The nervous male nods, eyes never leaving yours as he lets your words sink into his skin, into his ears, engraving themselves in his mind. You won’t think less, you won’t laugh at him, you won’t leave him, you won’t force your ideas of sex into him and convince him he’s meant to fuck and not be fucked- ouch, okay, there’s a wound not worth reopening.

He didn’t notice he was crying until he feels you cradling his head in your arms, his ear pressed to hear the soothing heartbeat thumping inside of your body as he listens to your sweet symphony of compliments and soothing praise, enough persuasion to convince him he can very much ask to be fucked without holding any guilt or shame for it.

You don’t really wipe his tears away, not until his breathing slows back to normal and his small hiccups of whimpered pain melt to nothing but sharp exhales and hesitant inhales.

“You’re always gonna be my Bakugou Katsuki, yeah? If fucking me makes you happy, I’ll spread my legs. If me fucking you makes you happy, then I’ll be sure to prepare you with much love and respect beforehand.”

And even if there’s some snot to be cleaned, red eyes yet to stop burning, dried tear tracks to wipe away, he still looks so beautiful and you can’t wait to help him break down some walls.

[dorimena]

𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖘

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; shinsou hitoshi

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 441 

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; teasing, semi-public sex/handjob, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; gender-neutral reader, slight implication of overstimulation at the end, subby Shinsou, (insert action movie here),  aged-up character; Shinsou is in his early 20s

Imagine…

You’re teasing Shinsou over his sweatpants while at the movies at night. The theatre is practically empty, yet he still tries stopping you out of minor embarrassment and slight fear at getting caught. You’re persuasive enough to reassure him that “no one’s gonna notice.” 

As the first fight scene starts, Shinsou starts getting bored of how slow you’re going. I mean, listen! The fight scene's pretty loud, and if you're so confident in giving him a handjob here, this would be the best time!

Surprisingly, he’s still hard throughout his protests of soft groans and hushed grumbles. You stop, stare at him and then lean closer with a hushed whisper of “stop it.” 

Before he can retort with some sarcastic remark, you instantly begin stroking him at a moderately rapid pace. His impatience is slowly showing as he shifts and twitches, making you try your best to keep a steady pace instead of giving in to what he silently wants. He gradually begins to 'subtly' squirm because when the fuck did he feel so sensitive and how the fuck is he already beginning to undoubtedly feel like he’s close to cumming? You're not even touching his dick skin to skin! 

And then you press your palm on the head of his covered dick. That's enough to make his breath hitch a beat and watch how he holds his breath in anticipation. All you do is just grind it in a hasty, circular manner. This makes him hump up into your hand 'involuntarily' and grind upwards for just a bit more friction. The fight scene is nearing its climax as he lets out a pathetic whimper of "m-more", so why not dig your thumb into where his slit is? 

Look, now you have a cumming Shinsou who clamps a hand onto his mouth so fast as to not let the very few people down some rows know whose name he’s gasping so loudly. His voice wavers into mellow hiccups of your name as he clenches his eyes shut, shuddering through his orgasm all while your thumb just keeps pressing onto and rubbing slowly around his glans. He doesn't seem to notice that his underwear is wet and sticky or care how his sweatpants are beginning to have a curious moist spot on his inner thigh. 

He can only think about how you’re helping him ride out the high, suspiciously at the pace you were going at when riling him up. You can only think about guessing how much time you have left to rub another orgasm out of him before the film ends. Let’s see if he’ll forget about the strangers.

[dorimena]

imagine coming home one day only to see bakugou at the edge of the bed sitting on his legs palming himself with his fingers in his mouth while wearing a cute lingerie set with some lacy thigh highs -whorenee anon

Mmm what a sight to see („ಡωಡ„)

You’re leaning against the door pane of the bedroom, arms crossed as you wait for his next move, seeing how he hasn’t realized your home or standing right here yet.

His thighs quiver every time his palm rubs roughly against the head of his dick, his mouth closing around his fingers more as he tries silencing his broken moan, the way he sharply inhales when he does it again, and again, and again.

You’re trying not to tell him commands, keep yourself quiet as you watch this small show.

His eyes stay on his hand, the way it seems to try to copy the way you would touch him, the way you would tease him.

He whines softly, the sound traveling through his fingers as he begins sucking on them, trying not to let his drool get on the expensive lingerie yet.

He wants you to dirty them for him, or make him dirty it with your hands.

He’s growing impatient, feeling the way his precum is already seeping through the lace and on his fingers, the way the lace just doesn’t seem to rub the right way anymore and kind of stings.

He tries not to rip it off, decides he doesn’t have time for that as he slightly struggles pulling his dick out.

Maybe you should buy him some crotchless panties, that way he doesn’t have to suffer so much.

Breathing a bit more heavily than before, with his wet fingers, he trails them to one of his nipples while his other hand gets to teasing the tip with barely two fingers, a loud gasp of your name joining the silence of the room, save for the way the bed creaks with every small jump he made when he rubbed his tip the right way, the way you would when you want him to cum quickly.

He can’t believe how close he already is, how pathetic he suddenly is with how easy he’s ready to mess the bed sheets below him and the floor down below. His thighs tense and release after every chase towards his fingers, soon enough wrapping his fist around his reddened dick.

His fingers toying with his nipples through the lace of the bralette twitch with such desperation, rushing on their own as they don’t coordinate with the speed of his hand down below. But either way, he’s whining like a bitch in heat already, such a surprise really.

He only does that when you’ve edged him too long and keep leaving him dry with his high.

His mouth simply knows how to call out your name in hushed, broken whispers, trying to seek solace in his supposed-silence as he tries keeping his eyes on how fast his hand is suddenly going.

The speed is too much, making him almost fall forward and fall off the bed, but he manages to catch himself, mouth left open as a bit of drool finally drips to the floor, his eyes threatening to cross.

He’s shaking, he’s shaking so badly the bed moves with him and his thighs are too tensed, flexing the muscles they bare and somehow, someway ripping a bit of the material covering them. What a waste of money, or maybe not.

He’s gasping for air, inhaling sharply and barely exhaling, small whines soon growing in volume as he keeps stroking himself fast, fast, fast, so fast he couldn’t catch the way the toil in his stomach, deep in his gut, has released, broken, making earth-shattering waves take over his body and mind.

Bakugou’s face shows a mix of pleasure and surprise, eyes wet with unshed tears as his vermillion hues cross, mouth opened as he chokes on his moans and whimpers, struggling to at least call out for you one last time as ropes and ropes of cum spurt wherever it decided, some marking the bed, the floor, somehow getting onto some parts of his body and lingerie.

He falls backwards, legs unfolding as they stay bent in the air, his hand never leaving his dick, keeps stroking himself at a messy speed, not caring that he’s convulsing forward or arching his back so strongly, you’re worried he’ll complain about back problems.

The hand that was playing with his chest was back near his mouth, simply gripping his own chin as he tries to breathe properly instead of sounding like someone’s punching him in the gut.

Yet it’s adorable, how he struggles to make his eyes uncross, how he’s barely getting the first correct syllable of your name out before he lets go, his hands going to opposite shoulders, hugging himself as he lets the intense waves of the sudden orgasm leave by itself.

You don’t give him time to breath properly or to bask in his bliss, not when you see what a mess the bedroom suddenly is.

You just washed those bed sheets today in the morning.

“Did you have fun, Kat?”

And his eyes snap at you, wide, like a prey found by their predator, yet they hold the desire to be eaten, to be taken, to be close to the predator.

Even his dick twitches at your voice, somehow awakening for another round.

If you even decide to get him through another round.

[dorimena]

Shoto eating mommy out till her sheets are soaked💋

Mmmm oui oui („ಡωಡ„)

His jaw is beginning to hurt, but you won’t let him stop.

Well, actually he doesn’t want to stop.

He thrives off of how he’s the one making you moan and shake, squirm and whimper with how well he’s working his tongue, how well he’s flicking your clit and slurping all of your delicious juice.

He can’t believe how wet you get when he’s eating you out, and this is the best praise he could ever receive.

He’s the only one who can make mommy squirt.

He’s the only one who can make mommy beg for more.

But sometimes, that gets to his head, that makes him suddenly thrive off a sudden surge of dominant energy, of wanting to fuck you down into the mattress, to make you squirt all around his aching dick, to make you cream around it and pass out all because of him.

But you know when he’s suddenly going into la-la land with these ideas.

He tends to groan into your pussy, his tongue going slow and taking its time to get the job done. He’d be staring at you with such hunger, with such challenge that you’d have to pull at his hair, bury him deeper into your pussy so that he remembers who he’s serving, who he’s being a good boy for.

But when he doesn’t remember, you flip him over, tie his hands to the bed, watch him suddenly regret his actions and beg for mommy not to leave him, that he’ll be good again, he’ll eat mommy until she wants to stop.

So you ride his face, setting the pace, pulling his hair when he gets too lazy, when he doesn’t flick his tongue the way you know he does right.

You cum all over his face as many times as you want, and when you pull away, he’s sporting a blissed out face as if he’s the one going through orgasm after orgasm, eyes half-lidded as he licks as much of your juice from his lips, thanking mommy for the food, for the cuisine.

[dorimena]

Dont know if you like this sort of things but , Do you ever think about shoto being pampered by you and becoming so soft around you ? Like, litteraly. Softer thighs, a lil roll on his tummy , hips softer to grab when pegging him.. etc just, all the care and the freedom to indulge showing in his facial expression, the way he moans loudly and the way his body looks.

I’m just in love with the idea of him a lil soft because he’s well taken care of and blushing embarrassed and turned on when you undress him and praise him for being so good and looking so good , you know ?

(I would absolutely die to read your writing of softer submissive Shoto)

I do like this sort of thing (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) I haven’t actually put much thought into it, but soft Todoroki unlocks a whole new sex experience, just so full of passion and love he’s never felt before, and he just feels so warm and melts everytime you praise him-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Todoroki Shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 896

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; implied fem!reader, mommy kink, mentioned multiple orgasms, praise, stripping, drooling, dom!reader, sub! character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; soft Shoto, he’s being well-fed, mentioned Todoroki family members, aged-up character, Todoroki is 20+

𝕾𝖔𝖋𝖙 ��𝖊𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖙

Todoroki has put on some weight.

Okay, no, he’s simply gotten softer in areas he never thought he’d see be soft, not since he was a child.

He’s been on medical leave for some time now, ever since a battle against a villain kind of went downhill, but you’re glad he’s safe, especially him given his days of recovery under your shared roof rather than piling up unnecessary bills.

Well, okay, that’s not the reason why you’re glad he’s here sitting on the couch, eating some oatmeal he, for some reason, craved.

You’re glad because you can finally, finally, take care of him properly and shower him in love and affection you never found the opportunity or chance to do.

Sure, you’ve always cuddled him when he needed it, snuggled up to him to help lull him to sleep after rough nights, peppered him in kisses any given moment, simply spoiled him with lots of attention.

But never did you find the opportunity to actually cater to his needs:

He wants water? Here you go.

He wants milk tea? Here you go.

He wants cookies? Here you go.

He wants cold soba, just the way he specifically likes it? Here you go.

The word ‘no’ doesn’t exist, excluding sex and dangerous situations.

So with you catering to his needs and wants, necessities and desires, while being under the order to relax and allow his body to heal itself, you bet he’s gained a softer image.

He’s banned from going to the gym, and if he goes to the agency, his secretary or a sidekick keeps an eye out to make sure he doesn’t react to last-minute missions or emergencies.

You’re thankful so many other people care for him and about him, and how often his family seem to visit. Well, Fuyumi and Natsuo, on the rare occasion he is able to tag along, step through the door, but even with Shoto making amends with his father still, the older male mostly just drops off whatever he came to leave and heads back to work. Rei also visits from time to time, to the utter delight of both you and Shoto.

And in one of her latest visits, she dropped off some cute pastries she found on display. Shoto’s been mostly indulging in them, to your heart’s delight.

But then a few days later, and you catch Shoto staring at his body from the mirror, turning and checking all the small yet noticeable changes on his body. Your heart aches at his disappointment and pout, at the way his eyes already hold such a critical gaze that you realize what you haven’t been doing for such a long while.

When was the last time you’ve fucked him?

He was forbidden from going to the gym and training, but you’re sure sex isn’t out of the question. You’d just have to be more gentle, maybe not so fast.

You don’t really sneak up on him, he can hear and recognize your footsteps. But he startles when you wrap your arms around him from behind, placing your hands on his soft tummy and caressing the skin, tracing your name and your confessions of how much you love him. He can’t make it out, but the way you touch him has him letting out a shaky sigh, one that sounds so sad that you plant a kiss on his back.

Your hands go to his hips, squeezing them before you pull down his sweatpants, along with his boxers. Your eyes and his are on the mirror, watching how more and more of his skin begins to show and you feel how he’s trying to hide himself, try to cover up what he’s beginning to resent.

Not on your watch.

“Baby, get on the bed.”

And Shoto’s speaking gibberish after a while, his body rocking forward and back as you pound into him. He would’ve preferred you go faster, but he knows that it’s because you don’t want to hurt him.

He’d usually feel hurt, but right now? He feels like he’s glowing, whether because of your amount of praises over his new body and how much cuter he is, or because of the orgasm he was brought to a few seconds ago.

You angle your hips a certain way, rolling them as you try to reach him deeper and deeper, feeling him tremble under your hands as his hips twitch with every thrust, his plush thighs straining as they try not making him fall forward.

You’re not being as hard as you tended to be before his accident, yet he feels just as weak, even if his third orgasm is not even building as strong yet.

His drool is beginning to soak the bed, his eyes blinking back small tears as soft, high-pitched moans of what you think is “mommy” start growing louder. One of his hands near his head, gripping the sheets, slowly reaches towards his dick, whining in satisfaction as he times his strokes to your thrusts.

“You’re so good, baby.”

“Always my good boy.”

“You’re beautiful, yeah?”

“Love your softness, baby.”

“Mommy’s pretty boy, forever and always.”

And if Shoto cumming at that last sentence isn’t romantic enough for you, then him placing a hand on yours while thanking you through his happy tears should show you how much of a romantic your baby boy could be.

[dorimena]

I think shoto would be so cute whining and moan mommy’s name while she is pegging and eating his ass

Very cute indeed (≧◡≦) ♡

“Mo-mom!”

“Mom? Shoto, now that’s weird-”

“Mommy!”

“That’s better. What is it, baby?”

“Muh-moh-mmm?”

He can’t even ask for more, he’s suddenly forgotten the word. How cute.

All because his mind has gone mush from you toying with his cute ass.

Your fingers keep tracing around his rim, feeling how he shakes more and more with every tease, his legs look ready to give up and make him fall onto the bed.

Maybe having him on all fours wasn’t a good idea… but it’s fun watching him lose his cool.

“Mommy’s gonna lick you up again, okay? I know how much you love that.”

Shoto nods, whining out his gratitude before interrupting himself with a gasp of your name once your tongue entered him again, hips twitching impatiently as he chases for more, more, more.

You let him, not reprimanding him or slapping his hips for such selfish eagerness. It’s enjoyable watching how impatient such a collected person could be once given a taste (ha) of overwhelming pleasure.

And when you pull away one last time, hearing how he calls out to you in soft gasps, his chest touching the bed as his hands grasp the sheets, twisting them in anticipation, you purr how much of a good baby boy he is today, how he deserves mommy’s cock.

When you thrust into him, his hips are doing it again: twitching and chasing after you, moving themselves at their own tempo as his moans crescendo, whether in volume or pitch, you don’t mind.

By the time his orgasm crashes into him in such a powerful wave, his mouth opens as whines spill through, his cute mantra of your name matching the way his body’s taken by the high.

[dorimena]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜 (。-ω-)

𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ✧

𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

-🧸 (𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜 (☞ ᐛ )☞)

Fun, fun, fun! I love this Todoroki brain rot, please give me more! (*≧ω≦*) And thank you! You too, please keep yourself hydrated, fed and well rested!

Stay healthy (´｡•人•｡`) ᵕ♡ And yes! I quite love them. I actually gushed over them for half an hour hahaha (*ﾉ∀`*)

“T-to-too mu-mu-much! Much! Too- ooooh~”

His cries simmer down to a small sob, his breathing picking up speed as he tries to hold back, his hips trying to back away from your merciless hand.

You touch him so good, caress him so nice, stroke him so well, but it’s too much!

Noone’s ever touched him like this. He hasn’t even touched himself like this, not with how unimportant it seemed for him as he studied hard in UA.

Now he kind of regrets at least not preparing himself for this feeling, at least experimenting and discovering his body when time was given.

So amateur of him, so stupid of him.

Now he’s being given a handjob that’s already making him lose his mind, making him lose all notion of self-control and self restraint, all because your hand somehow knows where to press, to touch, to overstimulate.

His whimpers are escalating in volume and his face is burning in embarrassment.

It’s barely been a few minutes and he’s already so close to cumming for the first time in his life.

Shouto doesn’t know how to properly warn you, to tell you how he’s already cumming, not with you you use your other hand to fondle with his sensitive balls.

He’s crying softly through his first orgasm, eyes shutting with the force of the waves spreading through his body, legs struggling to close as he claws at your thighs on either side of his torso. Your legs are hanging over his thighs, caging them so that they don’t even move a millimeter.

You slow down your hand movements, not wanting to tire him out already because you want to see more, feel more, make him feel more and finally understand his body better.

You watch as his breathing evens out, his eyes slowly blinking open as his body falls limp.

You start again, first by fondling his cute balls and then rubbing your palm around the overly sensitive head of his dick.

He heaves forward, hands gripping your thighs as he gasps chokingly, hovering forward as he watches you slowly speed up your palm.

He has no idea what you’re doing, but it hurts but feels

“‘s good! Good! Hah~ H-hurts!”

You know it’ll hurt, that’s the point of knob polishing. But you want to be selfish, show him another world he hasn’t ever known existed, let him see the stars you both would look at on nights neither could sleep.

You go faster than what he was prepared to receive, his weeping making him hiccup through his unexpected second orgasm as weaker spurts of cum dirty his lap, his inner thighs, the sheets under you.

You soothe him, rubbing your cheek on his head as you slow down again, hearing him sob quietly and his upper body shake through every cry.

Yet he doesn’t tell you to stop, doesn’t say the safe word, doesn’t try to move away.

He’s pushing himself into your hands, mewling that he wants to fuck something, please, let him fuck you.

But you don’t want to give him too much, now he’s being greedy.

You gather your hands together enough to create some makeshift onahola, whispering in his ear to fuck your hands before you bite, trailing your lips to his neck making him shiver and desperately hump what you’ve offered.

But he’s doing it weakly, horribly, without any rhythm or coordination, but he doesn’t need that or want it.

He wants to cum again, he wants to see stars and feel his body travel elsewhere one more time.

His rhythm falters as he realizes how he’s close but can’t cum, not with him doing the work.

You squeeze your hands together a bit tighter after hearing his upset whimper, moving them down and up on his dick, picking up speed again.

Squeeze harder, go faster, moan in his ear about how good he’s fucking you, how good he is.

His eyes start crossing, tongue rolling out as he wheezes out his moans, his hips losing control as a huge, rapidly growing knot forms deep inside his gut.

With a mewl of your name repeated in a mantra, he cums even harder than the previous two, making his eyes roll to the back of his head as his head buzzes, his ears ring, his body entering a stage of numbness yet levitation.

And you still don’t stop, you keep going.

And he’s begging louder each and every time after you make him cum, even if it makes him cry harder, louder, wetter.

Make him cum until he’s dry, until he squirts anything from his dick, until he passes out after showing his perfect ahegao face, wet eyes crossing, tongue out as drool drips.

[dorimena]

sucking on bakugou's juicy titties is just 💞*chefs kiss -whorenee anon

Bakugou’s juicy titties are the juiciest titties my eyes have ever been blessed to see.

But sucking on them? Now that’s one of the best opportunities anyone could ever have (ง ื▿ ื)ว I strongly believe they're sensitive, and if you play with them right...

To anyone, this romantic scene of you standing inside of Bakugou’s luckily oversized hoodie would seem cute, so ‘aw’, so adorable. They would coo, would admire how doting you are, how oddly carefree Bakugou looks, how great of a couple you both make.

But to you and him, this is just you being frustrated at him for berating himself again for a small error he made on a mission earlier this week. So, to show him how much you love and adore him, you’re doing what you know you do best: suck his titties.

And Bakugou doesn’t mind, he rather likes it, but when you guys are lying down somewhere, not when he’s in the middle of cooking.

Doesn’t help that your crotch is pressing against his, the way his hard dick could easily grind against you as you suck his nipples as if they offered the best milk in town.

You can’t help it, can’t help notice how soft, how ripe, how juicy his chest is. Someone’s gotta show him.

He’s trying so hard not to burn the food or burn either of you, but when you begin flicking his free nipple, he whines so cutely and finally presses his hardon against you for some relief.

“Please, please, please.” Is all he whispers out as he rushes to finish stir frying the vegetables, legs already feeling like jelly the more you suck, flick, repeat. You’re leaving love bites around the skin, and god please can you just fucking fuck him?!

You reach back and turn off the kitchen, pushing him so his back hits a nearby counter, tugging his hoodie off as you go back to sucking, kissing, licking, flicking, moaning, groaning, repeat.

And if you keep doing that, he’s going to cum in his pants-

Wait, too late.

He moans hoarsely through his orgasm, humping the air as his underwear fills with his sticky cum, a fist pressed to his mouth as he tries to not start whining even more like a bitch in heat, just because you keep sucking at his tits, chest, muscles, whatever.

Please don’t stop.

[dorimena]

𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Monoma Neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 250

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; virginity loss, overstimulation, crying, slight orgasm denial

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; aged-up character, Monoma is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; A small birthday imagine for Monoma, whose birthday crept up too fast on me and I felt unprepared.

Imagine riling up a virgin Monoma and he's already close to cumming just from you grinding on his lap and barely giving him a proper handjob.

All because he wouldn’t shut up during your small date about how experienced he is, how long he can probably last, how you'll surely beg him for more and he’ll gladly give you so much more.

Trying so hard to impress you yet brushing it off cooly with suave words of persuasion. He was ready to take control, give him the upperhand.

You pull away and undress, just start sensually touching yourself, giving him a show.

He's whimpering and begging softly, something he never does, not to anything or anyone, never done before, and here you are already ruining him.

You slowly sink down on him as he begins thrashing and trembling, nails digging into your hips, crying because you're overwhelmingly too tight around him. He swears and bucks up hard into you, unrhythmically. He barely lasts long before wailing and hiccuping your name.

But you keep on riding him and he's just sobbing, involuntarily and sporadically trying so hard to meet with your hips to fuck into you.

He’s just pulling you down, you’re pretty sure his indents won’t leave for a few days.

And he’s sinking more and more into the couch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before cumming.

Back arched enough to lift him off just a bit, head thrown back as he struggles to breathe properly through the strong convulsions.