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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Just Midoriya doing little things for you.

18+| MDNI tw! ProHero Deku, spit , dubcon ?

A bottle of water and your favorite candy on your desk in the mornings.

Giving you his jacket when it’s a bit chilly.

Buying you lunch because you forgot your bento.

Staying late when he notices you still at your desk revising his sloppy paperwork.

Offering to drive you home because you don’t and it’s “not safe” to be out this late.

Insisting on doing a walkthrough of your apartment “just to be sure”.

Pulling you towards the couch and sitting you down on his lap because you look “ stressed” and need to unwind.

Bullying two thick fingers into your tight little pussy while his thumb circles your clit.

Dragging those rough calloused digits along your spongey walls eliciting needy whimpers and sultry moans.

Telling you not to be embarrassed at the lewd squelch or the wet spot on his pants— “it’s fine. this is fine , k?”

Grasping your hair with his free hand and leaning your head against his shoulder.

Squeezing your cheeks to purse your pouty lips just enough for a fat glob of spit to seep through the seams.

Praising you for swallowing without being told and curving the pads of his fingers just right.

Continuously pumping those meaty digits in your velveteen core as you ride out your high.

Kissing your lips so softly before asking for “one more” in a pained raspy tone.

Just Midoriya 💚

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thoughtssvt · 10 months

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|| nsft crackfic kiribakudeku ||

thinking about them wearing stupid shirts unironically

katsuki : i love trouble

eijirou : *w/ an arrow pointing at katsuki* he gets me in trouble

izuku : i'm trouble

#mha nsft #kiribakudeku #deku smut #bakugou smut #kirishima smut

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writer-and-lover · 2 years

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Day 16: Keigo Takami

Hawks' piercing gaze was the only thing keeping you from running away. His eyes lazer focused in on you, watching as the smallest drops of sweat ran down your chest and thighs. He caught every twitch of your muscles and watched the way your hand shook as you reached for your cock. Precum smoothed the way out, and he moved his own hand to mimick yours.

The first touch on Hawks' dick left him moaning, eyes still locked onto you but hazed over and creating a predatory glow to them. He watched as you jerked yourself off slowly, watching the way you'd focus on the tip of your dick even as it made you shiver and flinch. Masochist? Maybe. The way you roughly fondled your own balls definately made it seem that way.

You on the other hand, couldn't help but put on a little show for him. You trailed your empty hand down lower, fingering your previouslu lubed ass slowly and teasingly just to watch the way his eyes darkened further. His hand picked up the pace, tightening around his dick and groaning roughly at the feel.

It almost felt impossible to not touch him.

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kageroudayze · 2 years

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hiii, I wanted to know if the requests are open? And if I could request an Aizawa x ftm!virgin! reader, where the reader he never had his first time bc of fear and dysphoria so Aizawa is super caring etc? tysm if you do, have a lovely day<3333

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING..... this one was very sweet thank you for letting me explore ur idea <3

i will see your body bare.

aizawa shouta x ftm!reader. 1.8k words.

reader is a man. reference to binders, reference to top scars. genitals are referred to as cocks, dicks, t-dicks. mutual masturbation. first times.

You’ve seen how cautious your boyfriend is about touching you. For the most part Shouta keeps his hands to himself, content to let you explore and set your boundaries with him without any outward pressure. He lets you seek him out at your own pace, graciously accepting anything you’re comfortable giving him. You’ve never ventured past heavy petting and grinding, but he’d never made you feel bad about needing to stop or take a break; reassuring you with short, kind words and chaste kisses.

Shouta truly is the perfect package, you think to yourself, perched on his lap with his hands planted firmly on your hips. Your tongue slides over his filthily, and you can’t help but to jerk your hips a bit, eliciting a grunt from your boyfriend. His fingers dipped into the meat of your hips-- not pushing or pulling, just grounding himself so he doesn’t knock you off his lap. You feel him smile against you and you can’t resist the urge to tug him closer, your fingers tangled in his mess of black hair.

The throbbing heat of your cock has your head spinning, needing more, more, more. You’re almost running on autopilot when your hands draw down to tug at the hem of his shirt. You need to feel him, need him closer; he pulls away in surprise, cautioning a glance at you before conceding and tugging off his shirt. Shouta trusts you to tell him when he should stop, when you want him to keep going. This was the furthest gone he’d seen you, pupils blown and lips wet with your shared spit-- it made his cock throb in his sweats.

You dive back in to taste him again, the taste of stale coffee a permanent fixture in his mouth, running your hands down his chest. The coarse hair on his chest and belly feels good on your hands, spurring you to get even greedier. You want to feel him, skin to skin-- and that’s when it hits you. A sharp pang of anxiety that has your throat closing up, nausea setting in immediately. You pull away with a wet noise, resting your forehead to his. You breathe him in for a moment, both of you panting into your shared space.

He hums, an unvoiced question, thumbs rubbing gentle on your hips. When you’re still quiet, he interjects. “We can stop if you want.”

Want, you think. “I want to keep going, I just..” You cast your eyes down, tracing your fingers over the thick scars contouring his chest. “You don’t have to take off anything if you don’t want to,” He says, moving his hands up a bit so his thumbs rub into your bare skin just under your shirt, “do you want to keep your binder on?”

You can feel the calloused pads of his thumbs over the soft skin on your hips, and it makes you shiver. You think for a moment and nod. “May I?” Shouta tests, rubbing the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. “Just.. give me a minute.” You say, going back in for a kiss. Shouta reciprocates with no complaint, meeting you with every ebb and flow until your anxiety is almost nonexistent; you pull away and tug off your shirt without ceremony, linking back into the kiss without a second thought.

It feels as good as you’d imagined, lightly grinding into him and feeling the hair on his belly press against yours. You feel Shouta become a bit more insistent, more firm, pushing harder into the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You can’t help but to moan as his tongue traces the ridges on the roof of your mouth and laves over your own, becoming red-faced at the wet noises coming from your mouths.

You caution another grind, consciously this time, and feel a swell of pride in your chest at the hitch in his breath. His tongue stops moving for a second, as if he needed time to recover from the sudden shock of pleasure; it makes you feel good. You smile as you suck on his tongue, and he chases the feeling, tilting his head up further to taste even more of you.

You’re emboldened by his newfound sensitivity, pride swelling in your chest-- you want more of him. More of his reactions, ones he can’t stop himself from showing. You kiss down his face to his neck, and he tilts his head back to give you a better purchase as you leave sloppy kisses down the column of his throat. Shouta’s breathing is heavy and uneven, his hands leaving your hips to white-knuckle the blanket under him on the couch. You graze the soft skin there with your teeth, and he gasps sharply, followed by a thick rumble of a groan that goes straight to your cock.

You find yourself becoming more and more intoxicated by the man beneath you. Shouta’s stiff as a board, thighs trembling beneath you-- you don’t have to ask why. You’ve had this conversation with him time and time again; he doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable at all. With his training, too, he’s so worried he’ll lose track of his strength, and that thought alone makes you want to melt. It’s as you’re kissing down his chest, laving your tongue over his nipples and top scars, that you’re too far gone to want to stop now.

“Can we.. go to the bedroom…?” You ask him quietly, not lifting your head up to look at him. Shouta doesn’t respond, he simply picks you up like you weigh nothing, dropping you onto the bed. He leans in over you, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your lips. “If you need to stop, tell me,” Shouta says. You smile at him fondly, growing more attached to him by the second. “You know I will, Sho.”

He’s gentle, so gentle, so cautious, it’s almost frustrating. Feather light kisses to your collarbones, delicately laying you back on the bed, brushing your hair out of your face so he can see you. Shouta is going to be the death of you, you think, with that look in his eyes. That look that tells you he’d do nothing short of stopping the whole world for you.

It’s slow-going, but neither of you would have it any other way. Not when his stubble gently scratches the soft skin of your belly, and his thumbs rub tender circles into the backs of your hands. He’s beautiful like this, hair tucked over one shoulder, his lashes spread across his cheeks while he breathes you in.

Shouta lets you make the big steps, simply stepping in to make you feel good between them. You drag him up for a kiss before you start to push down your sweatpants and boxers, and he takes it upon himself to do the same.

He’s captivating, breathtaking, all of him-- and he looks at you as though he thinks the same. His hair hangs down around his face, framing his red face and blown out pupils, mouth parted ever so slightly. Shouta’s own arousal is painfully apparent, the curls of his pubic hair glistening as his slick catches the dim light in your bedroom. His dick sits pretty among the dark hair, red and swollen with heat, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and feeling him for yourself.

Every slight noise that comes from him makes your own cock throb, and he can’t keep his attention on anything for long. Shouta moans low with every stroke of his cock, eyes flitting between your arousal, your lips, your eyes, your hands; he’s losing the focus he held before you got your hands on him.

He reaches for you with hesitation, twitching fingers hovering over your cock with a silent question. You don’t stop to give him any doubt. “Touch me Shouta, please,” You say, hushed and sounding much more desperate than you’d intended. You realize that’s just how you feel when Shouta presses his thumb to the base of your t-dick.

A groan tears from your throat at the contact. You feel Shouta’s dick throb between your fingers at the sound you make, and that just gets you hotter, pushing yourself up to lock him in a kiss. You might’ve felt bad for how clumsy your fingers get if it didn’t feel so good to have Shouta’s thumb rubbing firm circles on the base of your cock. The pressure he applies has heat flooding your stomach and thighs, making you tense and twitch beneath him. He’s rapt with you, can’t take his eyes from you, fascinated with every little reaction you give him. Meanwhile, his own hips buck into your hand, spreading his slick all over your fingers, spreading it all over his thighs-- it should be gross, dirty, but the fog of both of your pleasure coming to a head makes it too hard to care about that.

You’re tangled up in each other, trading spit and grinding into each other’s hands; you wouldn’t want this any other way, not when he whispers your name into your mouth and drags his calloused thumb up the underside of your dick. You choke out a moan, desperately grabbing his forearm with your free hand and canting your hips into his hand. His name slips past your lips as a warning, the sharp intake of pleasure from the underside of your cock getting to be too much to handle.

Shouta nods frantically, shifting his weight and knocking your hand out of the way so he can take over touching himself. “Cum- cum with me, angel, please-” He says, strained and lilting. With your hands free, you bury your hands in his hair and tug him down to shove your tongue in his mouth, allowing him to get you both off.

Your orgasm washes over you in thick, overwhelming waves, radiating heat through your body in powerful crashes that leave you struggling to do anything but cry out your release. He presses his thumb back to the base of your cock for you to grind out your orgasm on, the cants of your hips allowing you to ride out the shocks of pleasure. You tear open your eyes in order to watch Shouta cum, and you’re glad that nagging feeling in your head gave you the hindsight to witness this.

His hand moves blurringly fast over himself, wet noises and his heavy panting filling your ears like music. Shouta’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes glaze over while he focuses on his peak, and it’s pure bliss when he reaches it. His brows raise, eyes fluttering shut as he warbles out a long moan. It’s loud, unobstructed, and it rattles you to your core. Your cock throbs headily with his pants and choked sounds-- you can’t get enough of him.

Shouta slumps on top of you with a huff, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing. Your hands still buried in his hair, both of you still tacky with cum and drying sweat, you can’t get the smile off of your face. You really do have the best boyfriend.

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heartfulcakes · 2 years

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I believe this abides by all your rules, Mr. Tumblr :)

(for kinktobers temperature play prompt heehee)

#;)#mha nsft #mha fanart #mha #dabihawks #mha dabi #mha hawks #my art

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acornsie · 2 years

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everyone say yippee for male presenting nipples even though i don't trust tumblr to believe me

(click for better quality)

#tomura #tomura shigaraki #nsft #nsft art #my art #art #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha nsft #mha nsft

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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kitoshii · 4 months

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whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

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thoughtssvt · 1 year

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|| nsfw seroroki ; ftm shouto ||

is it possible to make something so raunchy so absolutely soft too? like

something where shou is sick and he just clings to han, needs to be touching him. in his delirious fever ridden state he kisses up hanta's chest, he needs more than just touch. sero slips in and god, shouto is so hot inside. he can feel himself about to burst at any second.

his thrusts are frantic without any semblance of rhythm as he pulls shouto in, hiking shou's hot leg over his hip. he untangles the hand from his hair, leaving a soft kiss against shouto's palm as they edge closer and closer to orgasm. shouto's body aches but fuck this feels so good, he could barely think. he's about to pass out but this is the most pleasure he's felt since this stupid virus invaded his body and it's so good and so much he feels like he'll die, but god what a way to go.

#mha nsft #bnha fanfiction #seroroki #ftm nsft

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superchat · 1 year

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Put me in any mainstream shonen and my special ability will be testicular torsion

#nsft #Cuz that one anon asked #mha

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kageroudayze · 2 years

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gender unspecified reader, no genitalia mentioned-- just sex with natsuo <3

natsuo's warm, heavy balls press firm against the meat of your ass, his cock nudging further into you still. his cock is fat, it burns, burns so good, squeezed so tight into you that you can feel every twitch and throb of him against your walls; your own arousal forced out of you with every push of his hips. it wets both of your thighs, cooling tacky onto your skin, gluing you two together, only to be drawn apart the small amount that natsuo allows, if at all-- the heavy grind of his hips into yours is maddening. the head of natsuo's cock is always on your sweet spot, like he's not willing to let you have a break from the suffocating pleasure he's giving you-- as if you'd want it to stop at all. one hand around your neck, the other gripping your hip, natsuo gives you no room to break away from the feeling of him.

your legs are kept spread wide, thighs stretched to your chest just to accommodate him. foreheads pressed together, lips just grazing each other's, sharing the small amount of air between your open mouths, breathing each other in wantonly. natsuo's eyes are wild, but his thrusts are slow, his eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly with every clench of your walls-- clenching spurred by the heavy grind of his hip bone onto your arousal, pressed tight between you both.

you're close, so close, heat pulsing under your skin with every pull of his cock and drag of his hips-- but you can't let it end, not when his fingers twich deeper into your neck, not when he smiles and hums into your mouth, teasing affection, and certainly not when he chokes off a low moan and loses his heady rhythm.

#natsuo todoroki #bnha x reader #mha x reader #natsuo todoroki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #nsft #bnha nsft #mha nsft #natsuo.meow

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wimckle · 1 year

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sensitive shigaraki

honestly, i think he would cum numerous times in his pants before you're even touching him skin-to-skin. small touches would absolutely drive him crazy. the feeling of your hands gently going up and down his inner thighs, the feeling of your warm hands planted right on his cold stomach, grabbing him by his sides and feeling him up, would make him so hard

he'd make such cute little moans for you, begging you to touch him. he'd definitely be the type to try and cover his face with his hand as his face goes all red, looking down at you with wide eyes as you tease him continuously

shiggy would be embarrassed by the fact that he came so quickly, but would really think it's hot if you tease him about it. he would also cum as soon as you touch him bare, even a small touch to the tip of his dick would make him moan like crazy, throw his head back, and cum all over the place

i also think he'd squirm a lot, trying to buck his hips in your hand as you're wrapped around him, moaning and groaning for you. his hair would be so messy. his face, ears, and the top of his shoulders would be so red from embarrassment and from how hot the situation is

he would also never admit this to anyone. you would be the only person in the whole world who would know how big of a turbo virgin shigaraki is and he absolutely loves it

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caseythebunnyboy · 1 year

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kinda specific thing im in to but i want to have sex with a nerdy passionate person so bad 😵‍💫 while they talk about their favorite game i just keep saying "uh huh" as i reach to unzip their pants, because i got so needy once i saw how their face lit up while they were talking about their game 💜 id start riding them in their gaming chair because they just looked so happy while telling me about a cool character they got a few minutes ago, how could i not instantly mount their lap? maybe id put on their favorite show just to watch them explain every little detail from memory, and then give them a blowjob immediately after while its playing in the background 😊 (he/him, im a guy)

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an1m3smutt3r · 2 months

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Hawks and Dabi fighting in front of everyone and in private they're ripping each others clothes off, scratching and biting each other, and one of them gets thrown on the bed and getting absolutely wrecked, it'd be a miracle if they went into work/to see the league in the morning...

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #18+ content #nsft concept #sexy content #smut scenarios #spicy content #dabi #touya todoroki #dabihawks #keigo takami #mha hawks #mlm #gay

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underwaterdevil · 8 months

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If you are any of these things...

Transgender

Queer in any way

Neurodivergent

Love shigaraki tomura

Love my hero academia in general

Have mental illness

An artist