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Work Out For Me

{This is my submission for @doinmybesthere 's Love Island collab}

{cw: cum eating, oral, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, daddy kink}

How the fuck did you end up here? Oh yeah, your friends signed you up for a freaking reality tv show and you got paired up with an insomniac that somehow made undereye bags look hot.

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The show may not be your ideal way to date, and yeah you were pissed your friends managed to talk you into this, but you suddenly thought.. maybe it could work. 'Cause the guy that walked out next for the first coupling was- somehow perfect?

He looked like he hadn't slept in days, but god he was tall and had purple hair and a piercing in his brow, fully tatted sleeves on both arms and barbells through his nipples. Given that all the other girls barely talked to you because of the handful of phrases and words tattooed on your body, you weren't surprised that you were the only one that stepped forward for him.

The guy ('Hitoshi', was all he said was he was asked to introduce himself, in a deep and tired voice that made your cunt clench like some whore) had a slight smirk on his lips when he said your name, his lavender eyes never leaving yours when he came up to you. His hands didn't shy away from the thickness of your stomach and hips- if anything he couldn't seem to stop holding them with his large warm hands while the other couples partnered up.

He only made friends with two other guys on the show, Bakugou and Deku (who to you looked like were flirting more often than they flirted with their girls?) who also had their fair share of piercings even though they didn't have any ink.

But no matter what anyone said, especially the bitches who proved over and over again to be vapid assholes who were jealous you got along with three of the hottest guys, you and Toshi stayed strong throughout the show all the way up to the end. Even after Bakugou and Deku left (with a bang as they used their last night on the island to fuck each other with only a sheet around their hips keeping them from flashing everyone on national television).

The only thing that wouldn't stop nagging you is the worry that Toshi didn't know how much you meant it when you talked about wanting to stay with him after the show. You knew since the second week of being on the island with him that you'd be hard pressed to find someone who fit with you like he did.

You'd spend your nights talking for hours by the pool, about music and mental health and how both of you hated being considered 'high functioning' autistics when that was only an excuse used to not give you the support you needed by doctors and friends alike. He told you about his job as a tattoo artist and the shop he ran with his best friend Denki who did piercings, and you told him about your work as a freelance writer being your career even though you still had to have a full time job to support yourself.

He consistently told you the only reason he was still going through with the 'ridiculous challenges' as he called them was so he could stay on the island with you. He used the parkour skills that had given him his amazing body to pass all the physical tests, and the immediate and intense chemistry you guys had did the rest.

You guys only ever seemed to sleep well when you were in the same bed, usually with your head on the other's chest- the only time you actually argued was about taking turns. You liked his tits, even when he rolled his eyes when you called them that, and he liked yours.

The screenshots of your stand off over who's turn it was and Hitoshi said with a straight face "I will get you pregnant so you have to sleep on your back anyway, don't fucking test me," were made into a viral meme by Deku's hand- personally.

It was only on the last night, when the fact that you guys had actually won the show really seemed to sink in that you couldn't keep it together. The cameras were all finally gone and you were allowed to stay on the island for a couple more days as part of your prize package- but instead of having wild raunchy sex you burst into tears when Toshi asks you to move in with him.

"Is this supposed to be you letting me down easy doll?" Only he could make you snort while wiping your tears away, when you're trying to calm down enough to get the words out.

"I'm in love with you." And you sobbed the words, and he felt your confession like a punch to the gut. You were so beautiful even like this. Eyes full of tears and your nose scrunched up as you sniffed and looked spectacularly adorable, as you always did in his eyes.

"Like full on marriage and babies in love with you, and I can't keep seeing you- let alone move in with you if you don't feel the same cause that would break me Toshi-"

"Shut the fuck up, you idiot-" he was kissing you then, so deep and hot and overwhelming the lowly growled words somehow translated in your head as him saying I love you back with a certainty you felt in your bones.

Since you finally didn't have to work around night vision cameras, Toshi was able to spread you out on the center of the bed and enjoy fucking you without limits. Which mean you ended up trapped over his face (his strong tatted arms wound tightly around your thick thighs as he ate you like a man starved), fucked in a new position every time and then dragged back onto his face- as if its where you were meant to be, leaking his own cum back onto his tongue while your thighs shook around his head.

Your ass was going to ache for days from the way he spanked you breathless, fucking you on your knees even after your arms stopped being able to hold you up. "You gonna stop being a brat and do what I asked?" How his voice was even when he was fucking you as hard as he was, was beyond you.

But all it took was progressively harder smacks of his heavy hand until you had no other choice than to scream out shamelessly like he'd requested in the first place.

When you weren't sure if you'd be able to take another round, your legs having started to shake continuously after the last time having to fit Toshi's thick girth stretching you out and hammering relentlessly at your cervix, you were slurring the words you whined up at him.

"Wanna make you a daddy, Toshi," you were crying again, but this time from his talented tongue making you squirt all over him. Never again in the future would you forget how strong your boyfriend was when you remembered how easy it was for him to maneuver you onto your back with your ankles by your ears.

"You're asking for trouble little girl." And yeah, maybe you were. But you didn't regret it when he finally stopped toying with you and started fucking you to cum.

Once again all you focus on was the fact that he wasn't exaggerating at all when he told you his desire not to put more effort into things wasn't born from insecurity like you'd incorrectly assumed on your first 'date.'

He used his entire body weight to pin you in place and fuck you like.. like he couldn't get enough of you.

"Toshi," your face felt like it was on fire. The soft, quiet way you whined his name made Hitoshi groan against your neck. You could feel every thick inch of him stretching you perfectly thanks to the previous rounds you'd long since lost track of and even though he only let one of your legs fall to his waist- you were still scratching at his shoulders from how overwhelmingly deep he was reaching. It felt like he was in your stomach, which you told him.

"You said you wanted to make me a daddy right? That's going to take me putting a baby in your belly, doll. So be good for me and t-take it, fuck-" His words went straight to your pussy and you clenched around him tight enough that he finally- finally started to lose it.

"Is this what it's going to take to make you believe me? Knocking you up?" The strength in his grip on your knee grew bruising, but it only made you moan louder as you clung to him. Later you'd be embarrassed about the way you fell apart. Tears fell in earnest now as you were being well and truly fucked into the mattress, and when Toshi's free hand wrapped around your throat with a growl of "Look at me when I'm talking to you," you forced your watery eyes to focus on his lustful amethyst ones.

"I love you."

Three words, three bone shaking thrusts of his hips as his hot cum painted your insides white while you creamed for him (again.)

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It turns out he got you pregnant long before the show had even ended, given how you walked down the aisle in a sundress to accomodate how big your belly had gotten. Toshi had told you you'd jinxed yourself when y'all found out you were having twins.

"I told you, you were asking for trouble." He told you as he went back to planning what tattoo he'd get to commemorate the birth of your kids.

#love island collab #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x reader #breeding kink #oral

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For New Followers:

I have moved to @gentlecourt and I'm working on slowly moving my works from this blog over there (with tags and everything since my goal is to create a trauma informed space that has easy tags to blacklist).

That being said, feel free to send asks, thirsts, requests, to that blog if there's specific pieces you would like to see me continue/write full scenes for after reading the Club Rules.

P.S. shoutout to @ssplague for supporting a piece that I truly just wrote without a filter as a trauma survivor with needs that are less straightforward (like a toxic bf who's just as traumatized as me) I'd love to turn it into a scene, so I hope to see you on the other blog! <3

#moving blogs

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I-- when you, when you -you- WHEEEENNNN

@bakugousimplover the way you just literally made my heart beat faster and the submissive in me *lose it* because of how vivid your writing and prose drew me in...

cause the last line just made me sponteously combusted and got put back together a little softer.

please don't ever stop wrecking my heart like this<3

out of all of those, toshi gives me daddy dom vibes 🥺 he’s so sweet and gentle, curling quite frankly too long fingers in you, kissing all over your face when you say it’s a bit too much, carefully urging you it’s okay and that you can take it.

sits you on his cock when it’s soft, oh so carefully stuffing it into you and kissing you when you whine, saying “dear, it’s okay, just lemme in. gonna stay like this and then i’ll make love to you pretty.” loves noting more than the way you can barely take it when he gets hard, all of a sudden telling him it’s too much, can’t keep it all in you. but he’s so soft, pressing into you carefully until he cums and holds you gently. “see you could take it. now let me keep it in you okay?”

- 🦩

My brain short circuited at the thot of having to get stuffed full of him while he's soft cause he's too big to fit otherwise-- 🥺🥺 cause he knows as much as you whine about it being too much, if he doesn't give you dick and attention on the regular you get cranky and pouty and bratty in the worst cases. So he always fucks you full, gentle enough you're not too sore in the morning after begging him for a round two.. and three and four.

#allmight can smite me

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I'll probably be slowly transitioning to this blog over the course of the next few weeks so please follow me there if you'd like to keep up with my writing 🥺👉👈

You are cordially invited to Gentle Court Host Club

Majesty,

Are you in need of solace? Do you crave that which society does not understand or shames you for?

Gentle Court can provide that which you desire, with discretion and without judgement. Provided you heed all Court Rules you may come back to Court as often as you need.

Whether you desire sexual or nonsexual intimacy, care, reassurance, or have 'taboo' fantasies to be indulged- our hosts are patient, flexible, and happy to serve. They are noble souls who understand desires do not define us, nor do they mark as as lesser.

Purity culture should have died with the puritans.

Rest assured Majesty, you will not be shamed for your requests. Our goal here at the Gentle Court is to create a comforting safe haven for those clients who have a greater need for the reassuring safety of negotiation and BDSM protocols- whoever they may be.

What happens at Court, stays at Court. Our hosts look forward to serving you, Majesty.

Signed,

Sovereign

~

@vilbabywrites-main @hanji-is-life @bakugous-trauma @beastybunnie @yeunsstuff @andysocean

@shigabot @bbystarseed @zebrabaker @miggiisdumb @aliceinthemadness @nanamisteddy

#srb #invitation #one time taglist #I'll be sending this to everyone else that i couldn't tag cause tumblrs being fucking weird

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Finishing up the Invitation today!!

One more time for anyone who missed it last time, please like or interact with this post so I can see your username on my notifs on the @gentlecourt account and add you to the first one time tag of the first official post

The Gentle Court Host Club

~this blog contains dark content, you are responsible for the media you consume~

The only way to gain access to the club was by personal invitation (usually hand penned by the founder themselves, a mysterious figure who preferred to remain comfortably behind the scenes to ensure the club continued to sustainably serve their Majesties and was only ever referred to as The Sovereign) sealed with their crest and appearing in mailboxes without a trace.

The Club's location was a beautiful brownstone townhouse that had a magnolia tree growing out front, irises and peonies growing in the small flower garden in the tiny backyard. No one on the quiet block looked twice at the polite and soft spoken visitors, and none of the hosts bat an eye at taboo requests. After all..

What happens at Court, stays at Court.

I, your pawn, am your might.

You alone will decide, you yourself will choose.

I am merely a host. I only faithfully execute what the Majesty orders, and answer what the Majesty asks me.

By your order, I shall become your Knight.

Club Rules

About The Sovereign

This is a trauma informed space but you are responsible for your own wellbeing. You must be 18+ and have your age in your bio if you wish to interact with this blog, if you do not have your age in your bio you will be blocked. MDNI.

#i'm excited #host club au that literally no one asked for but i'm doign anyway #trauma informed fandom space that im making for myself and all the other readers who will benefit from it

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*shameless self plug for my new blog where I write basically all the 2D men (and one woman cause Violet Evergarden {and honestly now that I'm watching maid sama and simping for Misa too its all making sense) I simp for as hosts that serve exclusively clients with taboo tastes within the safety net of bdsm*

@gentlecourt

Slutty Bakugou owns a lot of pink things, I don’t accept otherwise.

Pink tops, pink skirts, pink piercings, pink toys, pink collars-

Tell me he won’t give you orgasm after orgasm with a pastel pink vibrator on your clit while he fucks your pussy, vibrations also on the top of his dick and making you both moan loud.

#exactly!!!!! #MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY #its gonna be a perfect first post so thank you I had no idea what to do but this is deadass more perfect an idea than I could have dreamed #miggi miggi miggi can't you see #stealing that tag from vil cause i'm not that good at tags

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me: sex 😠 scene 😠

also me: 🥺 but make it soft.

#you are perfectly valid for that vil 🥺

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I'm writing a fic about host Bakugou being a slut for his favorite client now because of you, >:3 i'll make sure to post it nice and early so it can haunt you with thirst throughout your day <3 <3 <3 I'll tag you specially mwhahahaahahahaha

Slutty Bakugou owns a lot of pink things, I don’t accept otherwise.

Pink tops, pink skirts, pink piercings, pink toys, pink collars-

Tell me he won’t give you orgasm after orgasm with a pastel pink vibrator on your clit while he fucks your pussy, vibrations also on the top of his dick and making you both moan loud.

#oh now you done did it #my brain gremlin is going to send us both to hell #i've been watching maid sama and i have so many fucking ideas #this is gonna be so indulgent i'm gonna go to hell like lil nas

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bestie... you're the one who wrote the first hc. YOU delcared war on ME

Slutty Bakugou owns a lot of pink things, I don’t accept otherwise.

Pink tops, pink skirts, pink piercings, pink toys, pink collars-

Tell me he won’t give you orgasm after orgasm with a pastel pink vibrator on your clit while he fucks your pussy, vibrations also on the top of his dick and making you both moan loud.

#i was attacked in my own home #i wanted to eat ass at 10 in the MORNING because of you

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this is so random—

but, I’ve just been thinking about esthetician Bakugou, who’s basically a professional waxer and does all kinds of non-medical treatment of the skin.

so you find yourself going to get your first wax done after weeks of convincing yourself, and you end up at the highest rated spa place in your area. they’re known for their amazing waxes, so the thought both excites and terrifies you.

but when you get there, you don’t expect for the highest recommended esthetician to be a male. or to be so fucking hot at that. or blunt and rude as fuck.

it’s already a terrifying experience, getting your hairs ripped off of the most delicate places on your body. but after some poking jabs and commentary, the esthetician, Bakugou, realizes how nervous you truly are. so he tones down just the tiniest bit, but only because you confessed that this was your first time.

but when he comes back and sees you lying bare from the waist down on his table, his words are getting stuck in his throat. he’s seen hundreds, if not thousands, of crotches at this point in his life. very few have impressed him while he was working, but yours. yours is the one that almost makes him question if his license was worth it to be revoked after sexual misconduct in the work place.

but he plays cool. maybe gets a little touchier than he usually would, but you’re too worried about the incoming pain to notice. the moment he slathers the warm wax on and places the strip on top, he sees you tensing, hands gripping the bottom of your t shirt tightly. he presses the wax strip down a couple times, murmurs to you,

“Calm down, sweetheart. Ain’t even gonna hurt that bad, alright?” But he’s a goddamn liar. The moment he rips the strip off, your back is arched and you’re screaming bloody murder. And this fucker—this absolute fucker—just laughs at you. Pats the now bare spot, and moves on to complete the other patches of hair. Motherfucker.

The rest of the time is spent with you screaming, and Bakugou trying to hide his boner. You shouldn’t sound so pretty crying in pain, but he just can’t help it.

The way the column of your neck stretches, makes him wanna sink his teeth into it. How your mouth drops open in an occasional silent o, like you’re coming around his cock for the third time that night. The few times you’ve gripped his forearm and dug your fingernails into the skin, the shaky apology that follows every time, how he craves to hear you use that shaky tone to go a little slower, be a little softer—

He’s never wanted a client so bad.

When he finishes, he convinces you to get a scrub too. He says it’s free for first timers, which is a lie but, you’re pretty as fuck and he doesn’t want to let you go anytime soon.

The scrub is followed by a soothing vaginal facial, he grumbles, which involves some kind of oil and lotion that leaves your cunt and mound glistening. Bakugou takes a step back to admire for a second, licking his lips unconsciously as you marvel at how smooth it looked.

“Holy shit! It looks good as hell!” You laugh, already planning on the next trip to your new favorite spa place. But Bakugou is speaking before he even realizes it.

“Yeah, good enough to eat.” He pauses the same time you do, both of your eyes wide as the air suddenly gets too stuffy. He’s ready to run with his license in tow, but you only open your legs a little wider, inviting him in, as you murmur,

“I don’t have anyone else who would want to, but if you’re offering,” you trail off, eyes bouncing around the room in uncertainty. Bakugou knows he shouldn’t be down there, knows how unsafe it could get from putting his mouth on you right after a waxing, but you’re so pretty and you’re opening yourself up to him and—

He’s on you in seconds. Your legs spread open and wide, hot hands squeezing at the backs of your knees, pushing you up and up until he’s almost forcing you into a split.

He’s hungry, obviously. Loud and lewd smacks against your folds, trying his best to avoid your sensitive lips. But he’s sloppy in his haste, doesn’t care about the mess he’s making on the table underneath you. Doesn’t care that you’re whining about being too sensitive, not with the way you’re shoving his head farther into your cunt, not with how you grind your clit against his nose with every roll of your hips.

He stares up at you the entire time. Lustful red eyes gauging the very same expressions you made while he was waxing you—he knew it. Knew your eyebrows would scrunch and your back would bow into an arch and that you’d grab him harder and harder until your greedy nails drew blood.

Tongue fucking you, he squeezes your hips, relishes in the sweet little mews you try to keep quiet in the room. But the moment Bakugou wraps soft pink lips around your clit, you’re done for.

Thighs trembling violently in his grip, your eyes rolled completely to the back of your head, fisting his hair and keeping his mouth locked onto your cunt as you ride out your high. He lets you, finally freeing his own hard cock, fists his tip until he spurts all over the floor in messy ropes. He groans into your still sensitive pussy, deeply inhaling your sweet scent mixed with the lotions and oils he used, sighing out in bliss when the sweet smell lingers in his nostrils and tastebuds.

While you were internally making your next appointment with Bakugou, he was already putting you down for an appointment—at his house, next time.

#w-why is this hot 🥵🥵

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Pink leather cock ring that lets him fuck you till both of y'all are messes

Slutty Bakugou owns a lot of pink things, I don’t accept otherwise.

Pink tops, pink skirts, pink piercings, pink toys, pink collars-

Tell me he won’t give you orgasm after orgasm with a pastel pink vibrator on your clit while he fucks your pussy, vibrations also on the top of his dick and making you both moan loud.

#it writes itself

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PARAMORE // MISERY BUSINESS Released 13 years ago on June 4th, 2007

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bakugo the type to stick his face up in yours, put his lips inches away, silently begging for a kiss and when you do lean in the rest of way and give him the kiss, he's like "youre so needy, always wanting me to kiss you. desperate" or he's arguing with you and leans in real close, smirking too, to be like "HA you wanna kiss me so bad, you look dumb." like no imma beat that ass, get away from me, ugly. bakugo will never kiss you, almost makes you wonder what happen when you get married and they say "you may now kiss the bride" like is he gonna kiss you or is he gonna scowl and make you lean in the last inch like always?

"Do you remember," Bakugo begins, his lips against the shell of your ear, one hand outstretched and clasping yours as your bodies sway in time, "that time I said you looked dumb for wantin' to kiss me?"

Soft music plays behind you, and you admire his face under the warm glow of the lanterns that hang above you.

"Got so mad at me, thought I'd never see you again," he smirks, to which you're smacking a newly-ringed hand against the satin of his tux, glaring at the smug look on his face.

"That is not true," you gasp. "You stood in front of the door until I had to call Kirishima to get you to move!"

Bakugo barks out a laugh, the hand not gripping yours moving from your hip to your ass in a rough squeeze.

"Still married me though, didn'tcha?"

You roll your eyes, pushing back against the feel of his hips teasingly dipping into yours, your white dress and all still tight around your navel. "I'd say you're lucky I even kissed you at that altar, Katsuki."

He tuts, lowering his eyes as he leans down to meet your gaze.

"Watch it, bride," he growls, warm mouth finally brushing yours, "I think I kissed you."

Your lips meet.

#ughhh #I'm crying

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Not you coming for my orally fixated ass 😩😩😩🥺🥺🥺🥺

Omg I loved your dilf Tamaki and kiri stuff and I’d love to see you write about dilf Iida only if you want ofc! Hope you have a wonderful day/night!

all of these got kinda,,, chonky.

dilf!iida that becomes a part of your life so easily that the addition of him was so smooth it made you wonder if he was actually always there. he’s always gently reminding you of deadlines and self care, that when you do fall for him, you don’t even tell him. one day you just begin making touches platonic to be more intimate, from hand pats to holds, and the guiding hand to your shoulder is shifted to your lower back. trust he’s in on it also, a bit slower on the uptake sure, but he enjoys the little intimate moments he gets with you. he always has a searching eye out when you shift him or yourself, like he’s looking at you in your entirety to see if you’re comfortable. you always are.

dilf!iida that subconsciously leans into you one day when you wrap your arms around his own, hands pressing into the muscle there and squeezing to your chest. it surprises him that he’s not the first to blanch and shake you off gently, he doesn’t even truly acknowledge it until he tilts his head down to you to speak, and you stutter slightly. it’s enough to make him pause and look at you closely, and after a bit he asks if you’d like space. when you press your lips together and shake your head no, he’s curious. what’s making you so subdued? your fingers on his jaw catch his attention, and when you tilt him down for a kiss, he goes willingly and softly. your first kiss only prompts more throughout the day, to the point of where you tease that you expect more the next day. and he always delivers.

dilf!iida that gives you affection in spades, always touching you and gazing upon you so fucking softly that when you do slip up, you’re surprised by his reaction. you didn’t think it was much, just an untimely remark, and when you were pushed face first in the plush couch, you unsurprisingly gasped. thick fingers tugged at the hem of your dress and flipped it over your back, and a warm palm ran up the back of your thigh. his other hand splayed across your back, slipping up to grip you neck, a hissed “be still” the only warning you got before his thick digits stung on your cheek. it went on until you sobbed limply over his lap, and when you finally calmed, he tugged you up to kiss your tears away. he spoke softly to you about how your mouth was quick to speak and that he knew you were better than snippy jabs. tells you that he wouldn’t lift a hand to you for the same thing twice, but he never said he won’t pull you over his lap again.

dilf!iida that loves seeing you enjoy yourself without cares for anything. from indulging yourself with the sweets he’ll buy you to waiting patiently and seeing you twist and turn in the new outfits you got. he loves seeing the happy upturn of your lips and how you become 10x more affectionate, vying for his complete attention and preening when he gives it. he just wants to see you like that for a bit longer before it dies down, so he has his own tactics. he’ll push your legs apart while you’re eating mocchi, caressing up your thighs, tapping and massaging them until you open to him slowly. thick fingers press against the damp fabric of your panties softly, quickening the motions on your clit when you lean into him a bit more, and pausing with a raised brow when your legs clamp down around his wrist. when you stop chewing and for a bit too long, he questions why you stopped and tells you to finish. if the poor treat is mangled between your fingers and dripping down your wrist a bit later, he cleans you up kindly, kissing your temple asking if you want more. of what? you’re not sure.

dilf!iida who eases you into asking him verbally, exactly what you want of him. no matter how hard you try, he’s never one to break character, even if you do prance around in damn near nothing. and the longer you take, the more detail he wants, something as simple as a kiss can take a little begging on your end, just because he ignored your puckered lips while doing work. clearly it gets worse when you’re sleepy and you can hardly tell him you need a quickie to nap, so you’re grasping hims and little whines are ignored until you sit up and ask him properly. he always gives you what you want, readily. he’s soft with you after you finally enunciate your wants, clasping your arms around his neck and hugging you to his chest. he scoops arms under your shoulders, nose to nose with you as he rocks into you with long thrusts. kisses over your face and neck, squeezing tightly and raining little praises over your form. “you’re so gorgeous darling” and “look at my pretty love” and “do you need more?” never. daddy iida is s tier, even adjusting your limp form carefully when you cum and fall asleep.

dilf!iida that does indeed have times where he makes the first move. when he’s had a stressful day and just needs to let it all out, he’s asking how you feel first and when you ask him also, he’s honest. sometimes he can’t even begin to explain, and on those days when you just nod and open your arms, he’s so grateful, touching you reverently like you’ll fade away before scooping you up. he asks soft questions about what you liked last time and how you want to feel by the end, what you’re craving and your safe words. when he feels he’s gotten enough information, he’s not so gentle, pressing your face into the bed, looping his belt around your wrists and tearing your undies from your body. answer him when he asks or there will be hell to pay. from covering your mouth when you pant open mouthed to bruising your skin with heavy swats, continually asking for an answer. when he does finally calm down, you’re a mess, sorry, “my pretty mess,” he’ll whisper into your mouth, prepping your sore limbs to move regularly and speak to you softly to relax, “i’ve got it love.”

dilf!iida who’s favorite thing after you in general are you thighs. he’s alluded to them many times, how he loves the way they spread to the motion of which they jiggle. after a gala where he had a bit much to drink, he admitted to wanting an honorable death by your thighs, prompting you dragging him away when he pinched the one closest to him. after, when you got him in the shower, he kissed your neck and asked if you minded, dick poking you softly. you were about to kneel with a smile when he spun you to the cold wall, hand between your shoulder blades, other holding his cock, foot knocking against your legs to splay them. when you reached a hand under to help his hazy movements, he groaned, low and long about how damn good it was. “‘s fuckin soft, dear gods,” and “gonna stay here forever,” while pressing your legs tight back together and rocking into you. he bit along your shoulders and neck, still whispering little praises, that only got worse when he noticed, “pretty baby, are you wet?” your nod only makes him worse, now his big hands are gripping you tight, keeping you in place and tempered groans get louder and more filthy.

dilf!iida who loves your thighs, yes, but also your hidden oral fixation. he’s guided too many pens and markers from your mouth while you’re in his office, eventually he just sticks his thumb in and is appalled at himself. he goes to apologize, tugging his hand away when your own shoot out and grip his wrist tightly, a peek of nails digging into the flesh. he can’t believe what he’s sees, your little hands holding him still for dear life and puckered lips wrapped around his thumb. he stared for a second before smiling softly, bringing your head to him and kissing it, letting you have this victory. this follows you two everywhere, to the point where he’ll just pop a finger in at night to letting you kneel under his desk while he has a meeting, telling his colleagues that, he “pulled a muscle” and his arm needs rest. they don’t ask, even when a distinct sucking noise happens, and you switch fingers because, ew, wrinkly. even when you do paw for more, he guides you away, letting you rut against him while sucking on his earlobe. won’t let you stop until you’re sobbing or exhausted, and even then, he’s fucking you, slow and deep, thrusting his tongue into your mouth.

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Hmm missing my Barbarian Bakugou so lemme be soft for a moment.

You’re a princess trapped in a tower kind of thing, always restricted to your room because you were a troublemaker and general nuisance to the royal court. You pretended it hurt less than it did.

Barbarian Bakugou can see the princess whenever he hunts in the woods, sharp eyes of a hunter capable of catching how your frown twitches just a little bit deeper when you gaze out of your balcony, how you look sadder day by by while doing the most mundane things like watering your flowers or reading, how you eye the sky so hopefully when the little birdie you healed back to shape finally took off out of your palms.

Is an escape what you wanted? Easy. You’re shitty castle lacks any guards at that side anyway.

You’re gasping when you see the savage man seated on the marble balcony, leg swinging lazily off the edge, leaned back all smug and confined, unwavering glare never once leaving your form.

“Y’life looks like the most boring crap in the world, pickin’ flowers and shit.” Bakugou jabs and you can’t lie to your that you internally sway at the deep rumble in his voice despite his rude remark.

Regardless, you puff your cheeks, cross silk covered arms defensively. “So what, Barbarian? It beats crawling around forests and mountain sides.”

He just tilts his head. “Does it really?”

And of course your facade crumbles, no lavish bedroom wonderful enough when it’s the only four walls you see in all of your life. “What do you really do... out there?”

The question brings the most ferally handsome smile on Bakugou’s face, a nod off to the open sky outside of your windows, stretching far into the horizon. There’s a low grumbly roar coming from outside, something big flapping.

“Come see for yourself, princess.”

Heart drums on your chest to an excited rhythm of its own, feet already moving before you could register. There’s something so... completing when your soft hand brushes into his rough and calloused one held out for you, his grip warm and firm, yet so gentle for a man that lived in the wild. There’s only anxious anticipation of what’s next when he picks you over the balcony, the red scale of a dragon’s head gleaming under the sun as it raised up to its rider, letting him step on with you still safely secure in his arms.

Dirt already gathers in your nails, dress catching on ridges and tearing at the hem, but it’s the overly giddy feeling that you focus on, watching your bleak room fade away in time to the guards busting the doors open in yells and demands for the barbarian to let you go.

It makes you hug Bakugou tighter when his dragon takes off, soaring into the sky, rushing wind on your face and warmth on your side. The sky is breathtaking, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and you snap back to Bakugou to tell him so, only to find his eyes on your even more radiant smile instead.

It’s safe to say that nothing beats an adoring kiss while lost in fluffy clouds, free of any problems bounding you to a destiny away from the skies and him.

#im not crying u r #this is so soft 🥺🥺🥺

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The head is full

Still on about big beefy man sitting on your face, big beefy thighs capable of crushing your skull, sight obstructed by the hard cock standing above you while he rides your face. Grinds on your tongue, either moans really sweet or talks filth down to you, pumping himself to the rhythm your tongue fucks into his ass and maybe maybe he reaches a hand back to finger your pussy. It gives a better angle to rim rim him deeper and when cums it rains down on your face, hand still jerking himself off to pour more out, drips down his balls and you get to eat it out of his puckered hole too.

#we're all whores for a dump truck hanny im sorry 😭😭 #pspsps calling big booty bitches

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some katsuki bakugous from twitter over the past 2 months