MOVED MY ASS TO @PINK-BERRYPIES

content warning: 18+ content including brat taming/mean dom!atsumu, degradation, crying, use of duct tape (over readers mouth), use of daddy, boob job, spit, cum play.

“Stop crying, would ya? Ya look so much prettier like this, anyway,” Atsumu croons.

He brushes a finger over your face in a deceiving caress, collecting a tear or two before dragging his fingertip along the shiny tape sealed over your lips, “when you aren’t runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth.”

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes squinting and producing more fat, salty streams running down your cheeks. Your legs ache beneath you from kneeling in front of him for so long. Bordering on numb.

The whine of “daddy” you emit only tingles your lips as the sound vibrates against the tape and Atsumus finger, before he pulls his hand away.

“a million one, a million two…
 a hundred more will never do.”

atsumu and oikawa are drowning in affluence— they get everything they want handed to them on a silver platter due to their pro-athlete careers. yet they’re willing to share you, their most favorite sugar baby, for the night.

ᴍsʙʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ.

content warning: 18+ content including a threesome, light face slapping, manhandling, crying, face fucking, spit/drool, squirting, double penetration, slight incoherence, dumbification, condescension, praise, creampie, cum play.

hhhhhh shiggy so nasty i love it hehe

warnings : exhibitionism, meantions of breeding, dubcon, oral

(ur writing is great)

His hands would constantly be groping your ass. Squeezing the soft flesh there. Humping you from behind. Seriously he is like a horny dog.

Will always have his hand on your thicc thighs.

Loves you in thigh highs and short shirts. Bending you over the nearest surface, pushing your panties aside and plunging into your tight warm depths. Yes he makes you keep the thigh highs on.

This man will always be starring at your boobs, no matter what you wear. And if you think he won't grab them in public your wrong.

Would want you to suffocate him with your thighs while he laps at your dripping pussy. His tongue thrusting past your wet folds or running over your clit till your cream on his face.

Wants to titty fuck you. Pushes your large breasts together and slides his thick lenght between them, cumming all over them. He wants them coated in his seed.

Anal sex. He loves your ass, how round and plump it is. The way it jiggles as he pounds into your tight hole. His hands gripping it so tightly it will be bruised. He can't be gentle either cause just the sight of it makes him nearly cum.

Makes you lay across his lap so he can spank you. Fuck he just loves feeling your soft flesh under his large rough hands. The way it moves, he will knead it like dough, like this man drools over your body.

The sight of your naked thicc curvy body laid out on his bed is all it takes for him to get hard.

Has thousands of photos of you on his phone in all positions.

Smut dirty talk

SMUT

Him telling you those are just from today.

That since meeting you he is always hard and in need of your pussy.

But he didn't want to ware you out.

That he wants to be buried inside you all the time.

He was worried you would get tired of his cock.

Once he is assured that your fine with it, that it feels like heaven when he is balls deep inside you, it's on.

You two will be locked up in his room for days as he pounds into you. Stuffing you with his hot cum

You now walk with a sorta limp on a regular basis.

He pumps you so full of his cum your thighs are coated white as it leaks out of your over stuffed cunt.

He has you swallow so much of his seed its part of your diet now.

He praises you for being his hot little cum dump.

His stamina amazes you.

Your amazed at the amount of cum he releases. Seriously it's A LOT

His stamina is off the charts he can fill you full and still be hard, thrusting into you through his orgasm

Your always left exhausted and very satisfied. Your whole body tingling.

WARNING SMUT SEX MOTH SHIGARAKI

Ok I've never written for Moth Shigaraki. I hope it's OK 🥺 I tried.

Happy Valentines day

🦋🌺💐🌹❤

He's hunched over you, his breathing coming in short pants. One set of arms coiled around you, pinning you to his fuzzy chest while a hand toys with your clit, the pad of his thumb flicking over the hard nub. Another hand wrapped around your delicate neck. You can't stop the moans that leave your mouth, he feels so huge, so amazing, the tip of his dick is repeatedly hitting a spot that has your eyes rolling back. All thoughts leave you, all that exists is this mothmans thick manhood that is stretching you so perfectly.

He's pounding into your tight cunt, your body being rocked forward from the sheer force of his thrusts. His wings flapping, occompanying the squelching sounds of his fat length sliding in and out of your wet pussy.

His long proposals is tickling you as it dances across your back. His pace becomes erratic, as his hold on you tightens. You feel his cock pulsing, your walls hugging him tightly. His pants turn to cute little coos and purrs, it's so adorable it's hard to believe it's coming from the same creature who is fucking you senseless.

All of a sudden he stills, buried balls deep in you. His throbbing cock twitches one final time, emptying loads of hot cum in your womb. It's almost to hot for you, there's so much of it. Just when you think he's finished you feel him spasm again, releasing more thick seed, he's packed you so full you feel your belly grow heavy with it.

WOULD THEY?????? yes. infinite yeses. 

(baku/kiri)

enjoy...!

-

Unlike Bakugo, who sometimes trades fucking you for simply cumming in your panties and forcing you to keep them on, Dabi probably spares the whole song and dance and fucks you straight; happy to spill his load inside of your pretty kitty without any restrictions in the first place. 

He likes the way you look when he fucks you with your clothes on, enjoying how your shirts crease and char under his fingertips when he uses them to hold you in place, and how your shoes squeak on the floor when he has you balancing on your tiptoes.  

He always pulls your ass up to his crotch first, leggings tugged down just enough for him to have access to your wet and needy pussy, one hand spreading your dripping wet folds from the front as the staples in his palm press into your navel.

With one finger swirling relentlessly on your clit, he fucks you into the wall, his other hand held tight on your hipbone at least to help your ass meet his rough thrusts in kind… all so he can watch you drool all over yourself when your cheek hits the wall and he paints your cunt white. 

After he’s finished, still reeling from post-orgasm bliss, your own chest stuttering against his, Dabi slaps your hands away when you move to pull your pants back up. He prefers to do the job himself, at least so he can admire the way your ass jiggles as he tugs the thick band back up around your waist. 

And once they’re up and you’ve made it out of the bathroom, he most definitely presses his fingers into your clothed heat whenever he has the chance, lithe fingers sliding into the mixture of your slick so he can feel how his cum drips from the apex of your thighs and dampens your pants. He then makes sure that just enough has slipped out from between your pussy to make you dizzy and uncomfortable with stimulation, but not enough so that your perfect hole is anything less than full and anything less than his. 

-

Shigaraki loves going out when he knows you’re at home stuffed full of his cum.

He loves fucking you raw first thing in the morning, moving to pull your legs around his waist so he can rest his body between your thighs, your eyes still blurry with sleep despite how your lips curl into the cutest of smiles when you spread yourself open to make room for him. 

Once he’s settled himself and you’ve long since arched your back to press your body closer to him, he lets you cup his jaw to pull him down for a kiss. He doesn’t bask in the affection for long, though, before he’s threading his fingers into your panties and pulling the soft fabric to the side, ignoring your shocked gasp and the way the muscles of your thighs tense around him when his fingers start to dip even further.   

So he fucks you like that, glued to your body, getting off on the way you cry out and cling to him due to how his thumb rubs your clit and his hips piston into yours, pummeling your cervix straight into mush in preparation for his cum. 

Your eyes loll back when you feel his balls swell against your ass, and he tears his chest from your body only to ensure that not a drop of spunk leaks out of your perfect cunt when he does spill his warm load inside. You squirm underneath him, chilly from the sudden loss of his warmth, but in a way, it’s quickly made up for when you, in return, are filled so fully by everything else he’s got to offer… 

Don’t act like Bakugo wouldn’t force you to pull down your panties just so he could cum on them, fisting himself to the sight of you holding up your little skirt to reveal your glistening, pretty pussy to his smirking face, the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom doing little to hide how your fingers tremble around the sheer lace of your underwear. 

When he comes, he aims right for the damp spot of your panties, filling them up with hot jizz he knows will stick to the most delicate parts of your body…

And when he finishes, of course, he uses the fat head of his cock to rub the cum into your clit, pulling your hips to his with a hand on one of your warm, round ass cheeks, his dick just piercing between the wet folds of your cunny as he rubs back and forth while kissing you, his lips slick from the way he chewed on them all day from watching you and bruising in how he presses them against yours. 

He pulls up your panties with care, settling the elastic around the soft dips of your hips before running his thumbs over whatever else he can reach as he pulls down your skirt, as well… all the while admiring how his spunk has begun to stain the fabric of your undies and you have started rubbing your thighs together, too.  

He leaves the bathroom with a grin, barely waiting for you to catch up and grab his hand, and he makes a mental note to you buy you something nice in thanks. 

-

Don’t act like Kirishima wouldn’t force you to squirt all over yourself, shoving his thick fingers into your panties and between your folds the moment he pushes you against the bathroom wall, cradling your body against his as you throw back your head and moan… 

He works his fingers into your clit with practiced ease, enjoying how your warm thighs feel trembling against his own, and presses kisses into your neck when your hands lace around his neck for some much needed stability.

When you do happen to squirt, just as Kirishima suspected you would, you can’t help but hold onto to him for dear life, your cum ruining both the fabric of your panties and his jeans in one go, and he chuckles at the way you frown, squirming against his body in your wet undies as his hands work soothing circles into your ass as he helps you come down. 

He settles you with ease, later helping to pull the sopping material off of your legs and press a kiss to your throbbing clit, before he stands up and hides the fabric in his pocket, to which you blush at the sight, your fingers tightening around the lapels of his jacket. 

Shigaraki can’t believe he found the video. He absolutely cannot believe it.

It’s infuriating. It makes him sick. It makes him want to cry.

The camerawork is shaky, he knows it’s Dabi recording, so it’s really no wonder why, but the screen tells no lies, no bluffs, and the sounds no question as to who is really being displayed.

“No…” he mumbles, unable to deny the painful ache in his chest at the sight, his four fingered grip tight around the smartphone that glows brightly in the dark of his room.  

You, on a bed, naked and lying on your back, legs spread wide open, with your perfect cunt dripping and your tits shaking at every movement Dabi makes to steady himself between your thighs.

His dick is erect, standing tall, pierced and dripping with precum, and, “God dammit,” Shigaraki thinks, “That should be me.”

Yet, he cannot pull his eyes away.

“Say hi, dolly,” Dabi says down to you, despite being hidden, his voice low and hard, and you laugh through what must be pleasurable tears, smiling up at the camera, half attempting to cover your face with the back of your hand.

The angle moves again, and Dabi’s patchwork hand enters the frame to rest on your throat, thumbing your chin, before moving to give you a quick slap against the cheek. You whine, eyes fluttering shut as you move your hands to his wrist, shuddering, as you pull his fingers up to your lips to kiss.

Stunned, only being able to watch, in this moment, Shigaraki would do anything to kill him.

You were spoiled for him. Stolen, ruined… And yet, he can’t find the power in himself to turn off the video, move on, and act like nothing happened; convincing himself to keep pretending that Dabi is his half-witted friend and that you, one day, still have a chance at belonging to him.

In fact, his clothed dick, which unforgivingly leaks precum and strains at the crotch of his jeans, protests at the thought.

“C’mon, say my name,” Dabi interrupts the thought, his voice coming from nothing behind the camera, gentle yet bold, as if he knows what he’s doing, and as if he knows who he’s doing it to.

Again, there’s your smile, the one that Shigaraki usually loves but now cannot help but hate, your voice stuttering on words he wishes he could permanently turn to dust in your brain, on the name of someone he wishes he didn’t trust.

“D-Dabi…” you half moan, half squeak, as the camera angles down toward his cock as Dabi obviously, awkwardly, attempts to spit on it. One handed, he moves closer between your thighs, pulling at your hips, ready to split you wide open, with your tight hole clenching as he swipes the head over your clit in preparation.

Despite the fact that the screen only shows you, gorgeous you, and a scarred set of thighs, Shigaraki can imagine the way the two of you look, together, becoming one, knowing that Dabi is probably smirking at the thought of permanently stealing you away forever.

i am a simple girl.... i see shinso and i immediately go absolutely feral.... 

thoughts were thunk indeed... 💜😌🖤

happy new year, everyone!

-

You’re preoccupied with looking at the collection of candles in front of you when he lets the sentence slip, long drawl lazy but far from inattentive as he speaks. 

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” 

The words nearly slip passed you, barely having processed them in the lavender-induced haze of the aisle in which you stand, before your head is suddenly shooting up and you’re turning to a very shameless boyfriend with a glare and hot cheeks. 

“Shinso!” you scold, somewhat frozen in shock, using his last name as if to emphasize the mistake, “We’re in public!” 

“And?” he questions, unmoving from where he leans against your shopping cart, arms crossed as he continues to sport his disturbingly unreadable pokerface. 

“And-And…” You stutter, quickly putting back the candle in your hands so as to cover your butt from the prying eyes you so obviously weren’t aware of, “and that’s not nice!” 

“I was just stating a fact,” he shrugs, shifting so as to open his arms up in the offer of a hug, which you embarrassedly find yourself walking into, hands still pressed against the bottom of your leggings in fear of any possible transparency. 

“How… How did you even know?” You whisper, tilting your head back so as to glance at his stubbly face as he speaks. 

Though his expression is rather affectionate, he rolls his eyes, smoothing his hands over your shoulders as if to loosen the tight muscles that currently protect your rear, before pulling your arms to wrap around his waist. 

“Because I look at your butt, dummy.”

 As if possible, your cheeks get even hotter, causing you to press your face into Shinso’s chest, the soft material of his flannel rubbing against your cheek as he lets out a deep laugh at your response, and even you have to crack a smile at the gesture.

Though part of you still wishes to melt into the ground in embarrassment, you find yourself rather enjoying the feel of his hands now rubbing up and down your back as if to sooth your shame, unaware of how his palms creep downward with every stroke. 

That is, at least, until two large hands grip your ass and squeeze, tight. 

-

You can’t help but thank whatever sex god is out there that the men’s restroom is single occupancy, Shinso barely having convinced you to leave your cart full of cat food and candles behind so as to prod you into the bathroom with the speed only a Pro Hero could have, hot at your heels and barely able to manage locking the door behind him before descending upon you. 

Both hands on your jaw, he pulls your mouth to his for a number of intense, feverish kisses, backing you into one of the walls as presses into you with what can only be labeled as desire.

Head immediately pressing back into a cool tiled wall, Shinso sinks to his knees, fingers already halfway buried in the waist band of your pants as he attempts to pull them down and off your legs. 

“Wait, wait, ‘Toshi, wait,” you mumble, heart pounding, your hands reaching out to grip his fingers, “slow, p-please…” 

Eyes intense and focused, he ignores the command, ripping his hands from yours as he finally manages to tug your leggings all the way down. 

No underwear in sight, pants now bunching at your ankles, Shinso smirks, moving to lift a single foot off the ground so as to free a leg and throw it over his shoulder. 

Kirishima loves to slap his fat cock against your face, your cheeks wet with your own saliva, one eye covered by the flushed head that’s been leaking precum all night. 

He loves the way you rub your lips over his shaft without actually opening your mouth, his warmth radiating on the apple of your cheeks as you do your best just to breathe him in, one hand on his balls, the other playing with your perfect tits. 

“Good girl,” he’d say, in between breaths, as your lips move further down to suckle where his thigh meets his shaft, “that’s my good girl.”

He can’t help himself when he cums, either, your lips finally having met his balls, your face never having looked better than with his cock resting across it as you suck gently on the folded skin. 

He can barely keep himself from groaning when he releases, thick fingers knotted with the hair at the base of your skull as your forehead and bangs get splattered with the mess of him. 

His cheeks flush as you smile up at him from the underside of his dick, so pleased at seeing his expression of pure delight and adoration at your selfless act of love. 

As you wait for him to catch his breath, you kiss his cock again; the base of him, his balls. He reaches out a hand to lovingly smooth his thumb against the mess he made on your forehead, and when does finally move his dick off of your cheeks, he smears the still-leaking tip against your lips one last time, your tongue peeking out to catch any remaining spunk that missed your face the first time.

— because i think about their dicks a lot. yes. this is just dick descriptions.

– feat. izuku, shinso, sero, denki, kiri, tamaki, and bakugo.

— hitoshi.

daddy. anyways.

let’s get this out the way. thick. straight through. the whole thing is just mouthwateringly thick. you will drool the second you see it and you should because it’s thick as fuck.

horse cock goodbye it’s fucking hung

a bit darker than the rest of him, muted pink head. eight inches exactly. honestly gorgeous, it’s pretty straight and has a well defined (and very sensitive) head.

shower not grower you see EXACTLY what’s in his pants it just demands attention

heavy on your tongue. fills your mouth immediately. when the man says open wide you need to open wide okay. say aah.

well groomed, his little happy trail is amazing, honestly he’s just- you look at his dick and you know this man is going to fuck you dumb. and he is. oh sweetie, he is.