#mitsukatsu

[funkyhanji]

Family Outing [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): (Mitsu)KatsuMitsu Rating: E Word count: 1.500 CWs: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Mother/Child Incest, Consensual Incest, Implied/Referenced Threesome -F/M/M, Femdom, Outdoor Sex, Vaginal Sex, Barebacking, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, Wank and Tell, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - It'd been a while since all three of them had had enough free time to hike up the mountain near the city, what with their fashion company and Katsuki's training keeping them too busy to take off even a couple of days for a tiny vacation with family. Mitsuki was happy they managed to plan this trip though. - PART 5 OF Got Me In Chains SERIES

«You good there, dear?» Mitsuki asks her husband, looking back to where Masaru is concentrated on putting together their tents for the weekend outdoors.

It'd been a while since all three of them had had enough free time to hike up the mountain near the city, what with their fashion company and Katsuki's training keeping them too busy to take off even a couple of days for a tiny vacation with family. Mitsuki was happy they managed to plan this trip though.

«Yes, dear,» Masaru answers, turning to smile at her. «I've got it, thank you!»

Mitsuki nods, winking his way. «Alright, then Katsuki and I will go find some wood for the fire!»

«Go alone, hag!» Katsuki pipes up from the edge of the hill they're camping at. He glares and pockets his phone after taking some pictures, a snarl at the ready.

Mitsuki rolls her eyes at her son's antics, striding toward him to snatch him by the collar and drag him away. «Stop being a little bitch, fucker. Come help your mom.»

They disappear under the canopy of trees outlining the clearing to the sound of Masaru's chuckles. It doesn't take long for them to be further enough away from the camp that they no longer hear him. Katsuki stops struggling and keeps up with Mitsuki, silent for the next few minutes as they walk through trees and underbrush.

She figures they're a fair distance now.

She whirls around, snatching Katsuki's shirt in her fist. «C'mere,» she says, pulling her son closer before he can react.

She's crashing her mouth to Katsuki's with a hum, her free hand snagging into his hair and tugging on it. Her son gasps, his lips parting with a low moan; Mitsuki's tongue slips inside, taking her time to thoroughly explore and taste him. She sucks on his tongue, nips at his lip, kiss him deeper.

«Mom,» Katsuki sighs against her neck when they separate, nosing at her jaw as her hands move lower. «Mom…»

«Yeah, baby.» Mitsuki slides her hands under her son's shirt, nails dragging up his back, warm skin exposed centimeter by centimeter as she bunches the fabric at his armpits. «I missed you too.»

Katsuki copies her, his larger palms sneaking under her top to feel her up, to push her sports bra out of the way and grope her tits, sink his blunt nails in the plump flesh. Mitsuki sighs, chest arching to encourage Katsuki to touch to his heart's content. He abandons her earlobe to bow down and latch on a pert nipple, sucking, nipping and flicking at it with familiarity. With yearning.

Mitsuki gets it. Ever since Katsuki moved to the dorms, it'd been difficult to adjust; to make time to see each other.

«So good, baby,» she says, patting blond spikes as he buries his face between her tits. His hands clutch at her sides, pressing her into a tree and she appreciates the support of it. He looks up at her, his red eyes dark with desire, feverish. «Kiss me, Katsuki.»

He's surging forward with a groan, his tongue invading her mouth, trying to rob her of her breath, of control, but they both know who calls the shots here. Still cute though, she thinks. Her hands travel along his flanks to his ass; she squeezes him, pulling his hips to rock into her own. She hooks a leg around his waist, rutting up into the tent she feels poking her. They both moan, panting into each other's mouths.

It's been so long since they had the chance to do this.

«M… Mom… can I…?»

Oh, she likes his pleading tone — even if he didn't outright beg, yet — and his wide eyes; it's like he's young and innocent again, being forced to sit and watch mommy and daddy fuck and have so much fun without him, asking why he's left out. Her pussy's drenched already. She takes his hand in hers, guides it between her thighs.

«Mommy's cunt's so wet for you, Katsuki,» she whispers. Katsuki shudders at the filthy words, his fingers pressing into her. Her damp thong dipping into the valley of her folds, fabric soaking up her slick the more her son put pressure on them. «Yeah, feel that?»

Katsuki nods, cheeks blushing a beautiful pink. His hand slips under her yoga pants and underwear, pointer finger wasting no time to trace her pussy and settle at her clit. Mitsuki parts her legs a bit, leaning on the tree, giving her son better access. She hums, rocking her hips up to meet his languid touch, grabbing his collar to crash their lips together once again. One stronger thrust of her lower half makes Katsuki's finger slide inside her and she fucks herself on it, enjoying the feeling but decidedly wanting something more substantial to pound her.

«Baby, fuck me,» she moans into his ear. «Now. Fast and hard.»

«Shit, shitshit—» he cruses. He's pushing his pants down past his ass in a hurry, his flushed cock swollen and dripping precum.

Mituski barely has time to turn and face the tree, her own yoga pants bunched down her thighs, when Katsuki grips her hips and shoves his cock inside her, her thong pushed to the side with a thumb. She sighs in satisfaction, arching her back for a better angle. They both thrust back into each other at a frantic pace, more focused on getting off together after months of distance then on drawing it out.

«M-Mom…! Ngh — tight…! F-fuck, so good!»

Mitsuki laughs, breathless. «Ya like... Mommy's— ah!— tight cunt... mh baby?»

Katsuki's moans of «Yeah! Good!» make her smirk through her pleasure. She rolls her hips on his cock, clenches around it to hear him curse and stutter on his next thrust. He's close, she can tell; his length throbbing as it spears her pussy over and over. His breath is humid on her nape as he licks her sweat from her neck, loud and interrupted by grunts and groans.

«I-I'm— Mom…! I—» he tries to say, hands gripping her tighter, thrusts erratic.

«Good boy Katsuki— aahn!— cum for Mommy,» she tells him, one hand blindly reaching backward to curl into his hair, her head turning to the side for an open-mouthed kiss. «Fill me up.»

«FUCK! Fu-fuck…! Mom…!!» he whines, cock shoved in deep one last time, before stilling and releasing spurt after spurt of thick cum in Mitsuki's pussy almost violently.

«Nnnh, yes, baby! Like that!» she praises. She ruts back onto him, smirking at his keen when she languidly fucks herself on his overstimulated cock. The squelch of their fluids lewd and dripping down her thighs. «Oooh, you were so pent up, mmh?»

Mitsuki lets her son pull out, tuck himself in his pants, then she's pushing him on the forest floor while he's still slightly off kilter. She ignores his squawk of surprise, crawling on top of him; she places her hands on his muscled, heaving chest for leverage and sits on his still-flushed face.

«Ya had your fun Katsuki, now be a good boy and make Mommy cum,» she tells him.

She cuts his answer off — it'd be a "yes please Mom" anyway, 'cause she's trained him well over the years — and smothers him with her sloppy cunt. He's there waiting, his tongue plunging inside her immediately, licking his spend from her stretched hole and puffy folds. She rides him, spine arched as she ruts her sensitive clit over his lower lip and chin, rocking back and forth, his lips sucking at it. He groans, pushing his face further up, his tongue fucking in and out. He eats her out like a champ, coaxing her orgasm closer and closer.

«Yes!! Keep going, baby! Ah! Fuck, yeah! You're doing so well…! Ah— shit…!!»

Mitsuki grinds her pussy down on Katsuki, tensing and digging her nails in his pecs, convulsing and cumming with a loud moan.

[-]

They walk back to camp after cooling down, rearranging their clothes and picking up few sticks of wood.

Masaru greets them with a smile. His brown eyes take in their disheveled hair, the leaves stuck in Katsuki's spikes; they notice the hickeys blooming on both their necks and Mitsuki's upper body. They zero in on the wet patch at Mituski's yoga pants' crotch as well as on the bulge in Katsuki's own.

«Had fun out there?» he asks, amusement in his tone and mischief in his gaze.

Mitsuki feels a bit guilty for leaving Masaru out this time, but it's all right — they have the all weekend to enjoy themselves anyway, all three of them; to renew their bond as a family, as a unit.

«Yeah,» she says, matching her husband's impish aura with her own. «Right baby?»

Katsuki stares between them, rolls his eyes. The blush staining his cheeks fools neither of his parents. «Yeah,» he agrees, a smirk stretching his swollen lips. «We did.»

Masaru laughs. «Well. I'm glad, but next time bring back more wood, eh?»

[voting-on-ships]

Do you ship this?

[icejinlov3r]

These were the submissions I got for my amazing art contest! (To anyone who doesn’t know the rules, there’s a separate post about it on my blog somewhere) Please look at the submissions below and vote on your winner. Best of luck! (Personally I feel like you’re all winners)

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@anonymous-harpy -

The vote is going to last a week. So please, share and reblog so as many people vote as possible! I think these are all AMAZING!!

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag, @argyleheir! 🖤🦇

1. Are you named after anyone? Russian family = the same 3 names get recycled over and over. I share the same as my aunt and great-grandmother did

2. When was the last time you cried? Watched yesterday a TikTok of a T-Rex rasing his short little arm in class, and not getting noticed by his Dino Teacher, so his question didn't get answered. That really messed me up.

3. Do you have kids? No partner, no kids, don't plan on having them for at least another 10 years.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Well, duh.

5. What sports do you play/have played? Did some dancing, but mostly theatre for 12 years all through elementary, middle and highschool.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Their style and hair, I suppose. Later, maybe smile and hand gestures.

7. What's your eye color? Blue 🔵👄🔵

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Mostly scary movies 100%

9. Any special talents? I know a couple languages (Russian, German, English, French, Latin) and draw? Kinda? Sometimes?

10. Where were you born? Germany

11. What are your hobbies? Currently literally just fanfic, fanart and consuming and critisizing media (Movies, TV shows and the like)

12. Do you have pets? No, never, probably will stay thay way.

13. How tall are you? Like 5'6? Idk, use normal people height measurements! Between 170-172 cms

14. Favorite subject in school? English and Art!

15. Dream job? I actually quite like what I am studying right now, but if it weren't for that, maybe something with creative writing!

Thanks again for the tag! Tried tagging people who haven't been tagged before, at the time of writing this, so low pressure tag of; @okrii @chthonic-cassandra @somewhere-and-once @yesthefandomfreakblr @bluecatwriter @alcorc @mikaharuka @bleepbloopbotz @tsunderewatermelon @mitsukatsu @kayedium-writes @justanotherpersonwhowrites @frozen-fountain @lena-hills @fattybattysblog

[flutteringphalanges]

Sorina through the ages created by the lovely, talented, @mitsukatsu who Sorina wouldn't be as fantastic without! Thank you for everything!!! Permission to post from mitsukatsu!

[vivimanga]

Today is an important day because it's @mitsukatsu 's birthday ! She's my best friend and I promised her that I'll see her soon . We have a lot of fun together and never I could replace her . I knew her when I started tumblr and I will never forget our first conversation . She's younger than me ( 1 month ) buuuuuut taller than me ( more than 10 cm ) ! She's always here for me , and I'm always here for her so yeah . I hope you'll like it ! And Happy Birthday !!!!!!

[askbloomtale]

@mitsukatsu:  I made a little fanart of athela , hope you will like it ^^

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It’s wonderful!!! I’m so happy to get fanart ♥ Thanks a lot, she’s so pretty ♥ I’m grateful that you spent some of your time making this for me, I’m touched ♥

[funkyhanji]

Ain't Enough, Baby [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): MitsuKatsuMasa Rating: E Word count: 2715 CWs: Pre-Canon, Shota, Mildly Dubious Consent, Consensual Incest, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Dom/sub, Femdom, Pet Play, Handcuffs, Punishment, Spanking, Begging, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Piss Drinking, Aftercare, Rare Pairings, Threesome - F/M/M, Mommy Kink, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose. -

PART 3 OF Got Me In Chains SERIES

The grip on the back of Katsuki's neck tightens a little when he and his mom step out of the school grounds.

He doesn't try to defend himself or even to catch her attention, but he does glance sideways up at her as they approach the car, trying to gouge how bad he messed up. Mitsuki doesn't meet his eyes, only staring straight ahead with the clacking of her high heels on the pavement being the background noise. She doesn't say anything either, not even when she opens the passenger door and points at him to get in.

The whole ride home is silent. The heavy kind, the one which makes his skin feel tight around his knuckles, makes him chew on his lip in anxiousness. That would be a dead give away of how angry she is, because the only times his mom is so quiet are when she's seriously pissed — and it's Katsuki's fault now.

He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose.

He'd already explained it to the principal and his teachers, Deku backing him up even, and they'd told his mom, so there's nothing more he can do.

Katsuki sits in the car, hands clutching his knees and a frown wrinkling his brows, sweat gathering at his nape.

[*]

Once at home, he gets out without prompting, following his mom to the front door. Inside he sets down his backpack, takes off both his shoes and his jacket alongside her, then they walk into the living room.

Katsuki stops when he sees his dad curled up on the couch, wearing nothing but a familiar collar, fake paws, knee pads and a tail — he remembers the first time he'd seen the set, Mitsuki calling it 'Daddy's doggie costume' —. Oh, he thinks, understanding and dismay dawning on him. His mom isn't angry just because of the broken window, but also because the call had interrupted their play time.

He watches his mom approach Masaru.

She pets his hair, scratches him behind the ears; she lets him nuzzle her face, press his nose into her neck as she coos and kisses him on the lips. She whispers an apology for leaving so suddenly. She sits next to his dad, reaching forward to gently trace the lines of his ribs, his stomach. She tells him «Good doggie, patiently waiting for me», her fingers caressing Masaru's stiff, red cock from base to leaking tip. He whines, hips pushing upward, searching for more friction.

«Ah, ah, not yet Masa,» his mom says, chiding. «I've got something to take care of first.» She turns to stare daggers right at Katsuki. Her red eyes burn a hole through his forehead.

Oh. Oh shit. He'd hoped she might have forgotten about him, but of course she hasn't.

«Come here, Katsuki.» Her voice is cold and commanding, in a way he only hears when she gets really upset with him, or her clients.

He has no choice but to obey.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, walking forward on slightly shaky legs. He looks over at his dad — calmly sitting on his haunches, his paws on his thighs while he ignores his neglected erection thanks to years of practice —, wordlessly asking for help yet knowing he won't get any. Not while he's playing dog.

His heart beats fast in his chest. He knows what's coming. He's been in this situation a lot, especially after his mom had given him the custom-made crimson leather bands he wears around his wrists; a gift for pulling off his first future, special hero move.

He fiddles with the wristbands, nervously thumbing the metal ring jutting out even as he halts in front of his mom. «Mo—»

«Shut up.»

Katsuki's teeth clack shut. She grabs him by the arm, yanking him onto her lap in a quick movement; he yelps, sprawled across her legs with his head near his dad's knees.

«Hands,» Mitsuki says and again, he can do nothing but follow the command.

He bites his lips but folds his arms behind his back, shaking fists resting at his waist. He knows better than to try to climb off, so he waits.

He sees his mom fish out a small lock from her pants' pockets; she hooks it into the hoops of his cuffs before closing it, sealing his hands in that position. Already, the tenseness in his muscles doubles and he has to make a conscious effort to try to relax. It's a pointless attempt, though, because his body goes rigid and his breath catches in his throat when his shorts are pulled down and off along with his underwear.

Katsuki feels his mom's hand settle on his bare ass. Her fingers lightly dig into his soft skin, squeezing his right butt cheek and massaging it, inching downward. She wriggles in-between, her palm now a bit damp, she probes along the cleft until she's tickling his balls with a manicured nail.

He sighs, can't help the way he melts under her ministrations — it's warm, tender, almost comforting in how it reminds him of all the times she touches him when he's been good, when she rewards him.

Mitsuki groans, shifting on her seat so she can bend down to lick and bite at his ass. «Count, Katsuki. To thirty,» she says. He doesn't need to look over to know she's licking her lips in anticipation.

It's the only warning he gets.

His mom's hand raises and descends on his ass with a resounding smack!, the stinging breaks out from the point of impact immediately. He cries out, jolting forward while his spine arches.

«O-one,» he says, voice quivering.

Mitsuki starts punishing him in earnest, rhythmically and repeatedly, the swishing of her hand cutting through the air as loud as the slap descending on Katsuki's soft cheeks. She's unrelenting. He can feel her anger radiate from her piercing stare; if he hesitates too long before calling the number, she grabs his hair and lifts his head up at an uncomfortable angle until he wheezes it out.

«How— many times— did I tell you,» Mitsuki snarls, uttering words that aren't orders for the first time since showing up at school earlier. «To be careful— how you use— your quirk— you fuckin' runt!»

Each short pause is accompanied by a sharp hit, each targeting one cheek, then the other.

Katsuki's body recoils, but he can't move; he doesn't even dare to think to do it—he doesn't want to think what the consequences would be. So he lays there on her lap and takes it, trembling and trying to keep his noises down and counting. His voice is nasal, strained; his face feels hot just like his ass and the pressure of tears on the verge of spilling prickle his eyes.

At the twelfth spank he can't hold back the sobs anymore. «P-pleaseee! N-no more...!»

Smack! «Count, ya ungrateful brat!»

Katsuki wails. «T-t-twen'-on-one…!»

His fists clench tighter, his shoulders are cramping up. Sweat gathers on his palms, between his shoulder-blades, behind his knees, between his thighs. «Mo… Mommy, pleeease!» His breath hitches on a wheeze.

Mitsuki doesn't stop or slow down. She expertly moves her legs just so, prompting Katsuki's own to part; she starts hitting his upper thighs, dangerously close to his balls and he can swear she lingers there for a second before bringing her hand up and down again.

«God,» Katsuki hears her moan through the furious pounding of his heart. «You make— such a— beautiful sight…! Fuck, I'm all wet!»

«Ple-please Mommy— AH! AH! T-t-t-wen'-four!» he pleads, hiding his face into the couch cushions.

He feels something brush his hair and finds his dad nosing at his flushed face in silence, Masaru looking at him with understanding. He lowers himself to Katsuki's level, licks up the tears streaming down his eyes, bumps their foreheads together. «D… Daddy…»

«Tch! Didn't say you could— comfort him Masa,» his mom grunts as she keeps smacking his ass. «This mutt— deserves a good— spanking!»

«Won't...  do— do it a-a-again…! P-pr-promise!» Katsuki sobs. His hair is yanked on forcefully in warning and he inhales. «T-twenty… s-s-s-seven!»

«Damn— right— you won't!» Mitsuki growls, delivering the last three strikes in rapid succession, harsh and aimed right at the center of his ass.

The living room goes quiet for the next several minutes.

Katsuki's whimpers and hiccups the only sounds loud enough to be heard.

He squirms on his mom's lap. His ass and thighs burn but are also numb, his face is no better; his body feels feverish and cold and kind of agitated, but in a good way. His dick is embarrassedly hard and tingly where it's trapped between his stomach and Mitsuki's pants. His mom slowly pulls him up and helps him straddle her legs, when he's regained control of his breathing, careful not to agitate his smarting ass.

She stares at him, her eyes dark with a certain kind of hunger he's become familiar with, but which softens somewhat as she takes in Katsuki's puffy eyes and reddened, wet cheeks.

Katsuki sniffs, bashful and wishing his hands were free to wipe at the snot leaking from his nose. «'M s-sorry, Mommy...»

She cradles his face in her hands, thumbs brushing away the stray tears escaping him. She leans in, kissing him square on the mouth. «I know, baby,» she whispers, sucking on his wobbling lip. «But you were a bad boy, and what do bad boys get?»

«… Punishment.»

«That's right,» Mitsuki says, honey sweet, petting his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

She kisses him again, laps at his bite-swollen lips and Katsuki opens up for her without coaxing, used to it, craving the touch after enduring her discipling. His breath still catches when her tongue slips inside. He does his best to reciprocate the kiss; he's rewarded with a gentle caress down his back.

He lets his eyes fall closed, quickly relaxing in her hold despite his bound hands and aching ass. He doesn't like the punishments, but this — the attention, the blissful feeling of calm that being cradled in Mommy's arms gives him, the pleasant buzzing in his veins —, he relishes in this.

It's incredibly reassuring.

«Here, baby.» Mitsuki whispers, pulling back and smiling at him, the pad of a finger tracing his spit-shiny mouth.

She unbuttons her dress shirt, pulls down her lacy bra and lets her breasts spill out.

Katsuki whines, falling toward her chest immediately; he latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping it until it's stiff and swollen. Then switches to the other, repeating the process encouraged by Mitsuki's impassioned sighs of «good boy». He's too lost in pleasing his mom, in her warm skin against his and the weight of her tits on his tongue.

He barely notices her hands traveling down along his back, settle on his ass.

He whimpers around a pert nipple when she massages him gingerly, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure shoot up his body through her soothing touches and the fierce stinging. She pets his cheeks, squeezes them and runs her thumbs across the sensitive skin; she pulls them apart, her pointer fingers grazing his hole, lightly prodding as he shudders and whines.

«Such cute sounds you make, baby,» Mitsuki praises, her fingers sliding downward to skim at his balls and back up his taint.

«M-Mo— nnh— Mommy...» he moans, drunk on the addicting, syrupy taste of her sweat.

She indulges him, craning her neck downward to kiss him, to fill his mouth with her tongue over and over, stealing all of his breath and his needy mewls.

«Masa,» he hears her say to his dad when they separate. One of Mitsuki's hands leave him, the other still kneading his spank-red cheeks. «You've been such a good doggie today… you wanna cum?» Masaru grumbles a little, an affirmative. «You can hump our runt's ass.»

Through the haze in his mind, Katsuki hears his dad move, the couch shifting.

His mom shoves two fingers in his mouth, tells him to suck, keeps him busy while his dad crawls behind him. He jumps as he feels paws on his ass and a wet tongue lick a broad strip from below his sac all the way up his cleft.

«AH! Da-Da— nngghhh!» Katsuki moans, shivering.

Masaru sweeps his tongue over his hole again and again; he slobbers over it, the tip tracing his fluttering entrance before pressing on it tenderly, the warm wetness loosening the tight ring of muscles.

Katsuki arches his hips back, wanting more.

His dad pulls off for a moment — the muted sound of something falling on the carpet going unnoticed — only to mold himself flush to Katsuki soon after, panting loud in his ear. Masaru's hot, hard cock settles in between his ass cheeks, his paws at his sides. He starts rocking his hips back and forth, his leaking length gliding over his hole in quick, desperate thrusts. They both whine and moan, rocking together.

Mitsuki's hands are all over him; nails scratching his flushed skin, twisting his nipples, caressing his bound arms and hands. They sneak between their bodies and he feels her fumble with her pants, moans something nasty against his neck.

Katsuki's dick rubs against his mom's stomach, overstimulated and close to bursting. «AH! G-gotta p-pee…! I-I— M-mommy!»

His mom's free hand comes up to Katsuki's front, fingers closing around his twitching length. «Not on the couch you don't, mutt,» she says, her sharp tone ruined by the tremble of arousal in her voice.

He sobs. «Pl-pleaseee!! Mo… mmy!»

Mitsuki groans and pulls Katsuki to a stand in front of her, still preventing him from releasing. She sloppily shoves her pants down one-handed before barking out an order to Masaru. «Shit Masa… just fuck me, hurry up!»

The couch squeaks a bit when they shift to accommodate the new positions.

Katsuki feels his dad's hair prickle the back of his thighs; he sighs deep and long at the same time as his mom groans, her damp breath tickling his groin.

«Ah! Fuck— yes, God— faster, doggie!!»

«Momm— OH! Mmghn—!!» Katsuki's plea cuts into a cry.

Mitsuki's lips wrap around his dick, taking it all in with no effort and flicking the hard erection with an expert and teasing tongue. She sighs and mewls, sucking on him as his dad fucks her into the cushions—if he had a clearer mind, he'd be curious about how that is like—; he knows she feels good, he's heard her say it a lot all the times he'd caught them or he'd been made to watch.

His mom's hands are on his ass again, two fingers easily slipping inside him one at a time. They scissor his walls, curl downward and poke at his sweet spot — his prostate, a part of his brain supplies —, making him quake on unsteady legs and keen. He doesn't know whether to buck into her mouth or her fingers. He feels too good, too hot, too sensitive.

His dick is so hard it hurts. «Mom— nnh!— c-c-can I p— AH!— pee…? M-Mommy pl'ssee!!»

Mitsuki pops off of him, moaning and looking up at him with a flushed, lustful stare. «Yeah, pup— shit! Ah, Masa!— piss down your— ffuuck!— Mommy's throat…!»

She seals her mouth around him again while tormenting his sweet spot, and Katsuki can't hold back anymore.

«M-Mommmmy…!!»

His stomach muscles tense, then relax and he's releasing all the pent up piss on his mom's tongue with a garbled whine. Her hands squeeze his ass and keep him firmly planted against her face as she drinks and drinks and drinks.

Mitsuki's still bucking her hips up to meet his dad's thrusts until she stiffens, a breathy sigh puffing over Katsuki's stomach. Behind him, Masaru growls immediately after, halting all movement as well.

Katsuki's asleep before his mom frees his hands; he's only vaguely aware of the tender touches massaging his wrists, or the light kisses pressed to his temples, or the blanket draped over his shoulders.

«You did well, baby.»

[icejinlov3r]

As winner of my art contest, I made this cute drawing for @mitsukatsu

Congrats again on winning! I might do another art contest in the future. Who knows? Anyway, hope you guys like this silly drawing of mine.

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Thank you so much @mitsukatsu for creating this masterpiece for me, it is even better than I could have possibly imagined! I really love this with all my heart, Drac and Johnny's hands, their position, the soft lighting, it is simply perfect 🖤

This is one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever seen and you have pure talent! So glad we are friends, you mean so much to me

Already so exited to write you a thank-you-fic in return 🖤

I'm a tiny bit late , my apologies but I had to make you smth so..

Happy ( belated) birthday my dear @0nelittlebirdtoldme !

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

8 Shows Tag Game

Ohh, thank you for getting me as well, @justanotherpersonwhowrites!

RULES - List eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

So, in no particular order;

Sherlock (2010-2017)

Downton Abbey (2010-2015)

Dracula (2020)

Vikings (2013-2020)

Prison Break (2005-2017)

Gotham (2014-2019)

You (2018-)

Hannibal (2013–2015)

I suppose all of these are fandoms I could theoratically write for one day... well, we'll see.

Feel free to leave me any recs with similar vibes! (somewhat historical or aesthetic, slightly bloody, with at least one dark haired man with severe issues🤭)

I'll tag some of my mutuals; @argyleheir @bluecatwriter @complicitsacrilege @mitsukatsu and @alcorc because I am really curious and also leave an open tag for anyone else who wants to join 🖤🦇

[thecount-dracula]

Invitation List 

{ @agathavan-helsing @rebecca-elizabeth @draculaaswife @ihrinmunteanu @skylett-skyler @dracuwhore @mitsukatsu @jonathan-harker Brides, this is an invitation list for our ball this month } 

@frank-renfield and his date ( Yes, bring a date, Frank. Perhaps someone I could drain. )

@sunnydale-girl @dawnster @rrgiles and their friends minus the exes 

Ihrin’s guests, @mara-ene @ella-harisson

Becca inviting five guests

@nightmaregigistuff the librarian

Sky’s “ friends, “ Lucifer and Maze ( Although will probably not attend. )

The strange men on this site who have been sending Ihrin and Becca and Agatha indecent proposals. They will be fast food.

Did I miss anyone?

[rebeccawhite]

Emergency bride meeting!

Everyone gather in the dining room! We have a few things to discuss involving a certain .. unwelcome presence ..

@agathavan-helsing @ihrinmunteanu @buffy-the-vampire-impaler @draculaaswife @mitsukatsu @dracuwhore @ella-harisson @skylett-skyler @jonathan-harker

[thebeautyofdisorder]

Oh boy, I haven't done one of these in a hot minute. Thanks for the tag!

FYI, my library is... eclectic.

1. Kill the King - Primal Fear (originally by Rainbow)

2. Total Eclipse of the Heart - Steve Barton (from Dance of the Vampire)

3. The Resurrected - Kataklysm

4. The Dame Says - Ivy Levan

5. Boy Named Sue - Johnny Cash

6. Overthrow - Forbidden

7. Lithium - Evanescence

8. Meant To Be Yours - Ryan McCartan (Heathers the Musical)

9. Étude in C Minor Op. 10 - Chopin

10. I'll Make A Man Out of You - Jonathan Young (Metal Cover)

I'll tag....

@festering-queen @inexpressiblybeautiful @doctorpandorica @xxgothchatonxx @mitsukatsu @the-sign-of-tea @little-miss-buffy @notagarroter @hopipollahorror @leah-halliwell92

Music Tag

Rules: shuffle your library and list 10 songs and tag 10 people

Thanks @lonepiper5758! I’ve been so mia… Thanks for thinking of me and have the happiest of holidays! 

Anyway, here we gooooo!! 

Time - The Rose

Sriracha - The Attire ft. Woosung

Tissues - Yungblud

Take My Hand - 5SOS

Offscene - Shoi ft. Kuro

Hand Me Down - Matchbox Twenty

Angel - First Aid Kit

Way Back Home - Shaun

Don’t Be Afraid - The Poles

She’s So High - Tal Bachman

Tagging: @jessthebooklover @kittykatz009 @criis55 @valenshawke @that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick @vrakali @spirit-maiden if y’all want!

[menace-y]

Just to remind the entire BBC Dracula fandom that there’s a Discord Server for us right here:

https://discord.gg/ba2jspCr

@alma37 @bang-and-a-blintz @bittenlove @mitsukatsu @gothicdracula @jeonggukieandcream @nosferatvpussy @flutteringphalanges

[droogiesanddiscourse]

9 People Tag Game

I was tagged by @poruchik-logy  !!! Ahh I’ve been asked to do some tag games before but I am so so so bad at keeping track so LETS DO THIS! Thank you so much sweetie!

Last song: “It’s All So Incredibly Loud” by Glass Animals. I have certain playlists for characters I write for, and the entirety of Dreamland has been a big inspiration in my current Sonny x Reader series. So a lot of the titles for my writings come from songs.

Currently reading: My textbooks LOL HELP!! This is my last semester of university and it’s kicking my butt, I don’t have a whole lot of time to read for pleasure. But the last book I read was Stephen King’s “It” which was such a fascinating dive, and was one of my bucket list books - it was over 1200+ pages! Literal insanity, but I really liked it. I enjoy Stephen King books / horror novels immensely.

Currently watching: Columbo

GIRL HELP! IM OBSESSED WITH THIS show I just reached season 2 and I cannot even begin to explain how fascinated I am by the episodes. I'm a huge true crime fan, and hope to expand my education one day to get my master’s in criminology. So it kinda combines all my interests into one: film, true crime, attractive men with fluffy hair HEHE I love it. It’s my current hyper fixation, I literally wrote about it in a class report this week because I can’t control myself.

Last movie: Dog Day Afternoon (1975)

My friends never saw it, so I was like okay drop everything you’re doing right now and sit with me and watch this. And we did! And they loved it as much as I did, which is really special. I love when you’re vulnerable and show a piece of media that means a lot to you, to your friends group and they also enjoy it. It’s a special moment! I could probably recite that movie front to back with the amount of times I’ve seen it at this point. What can I say, it’s a perfect film.

Currently Craving: Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, might walk to the local ice cream parlor to get some today since it’s so nice out :) and iced coffee, of course because I live off of that stuff. 

Tags!!!: @robert-de-niro-only-fans  @goodfellaz @woman-with-no-name @mitsukatsu @robert-deniro-love @mysticfrullato​ @discodeniro ​ @mpmarypoppins @puddingofficionado-johncassavates @scarecrow1973

And even if I didn’t tag you, feel free to respond :) I love to get to know you guys a little bit more, and I hope you get to learn a bit more about me so I’m not just a random enigma writer heheh