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doumadono · 8 months

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(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

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doumadono · 2 months

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For sinful sunday. Can i ask for wriothesley being into fucking his s/o infront of a mirror, basically belly bulging and breeding kink :3

SINFUL SUNDAY

There was a small party Wriothesley needed to attend, and he insisted on having you as his plus one. Little did he anticipate that you would choose to wear his favorite dress – the one that ignited his desires the moment he laid eyes on you.

Despite his attempts to maintain control throughout the evening, he found himself unable to resist any longer.

Wriothesley led you to his room, where a large mirror stood against the wall.

He pulled you close, his strong arms encircling your waist, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

"Do you see what I see, my dear?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear shell. His fingers trailed down your body, tracing the curve of your hip before slipping beneath your short dress. You gasped as he found you wet and ready for him.

"Y-yes," you stuttered, your breath hitching as he began to explore you with his skilled, rough fingers.

"Good," he growled, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "You are mine. Your body, your mind. Everything belongs to me."

With that, he lifted you onto the table before the mirror, spreading your legs wide and exposing you fully to his gaze. You blushed at the vulgarity of it, yet you could not deny the thrill that coursed through you.

Wriothesley wasted no time in burying his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your slick folds with expert precision, and he hummed when your juices spilled all over his flexed tongue. "Fuck, delicious."

You moaned, your head falling back as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy, your fingers grasping his dark strands. "O-oh, Wrio! Yes! Just like that! Oh, fuck!"

But it was not enough for him.

He stood, his cock jutting out proudly from his pants after he undid his fly. He stroked himself once, twice, before pulling you off the table and quickly unzipping the zip fastener of your dress, letting it slip down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Wriothesley slowly unbuttoned his crisp-white shirt, eyeing your naked body with a wry grin curling his lips upward. His broad shoulders and muscular chest were on full display soon, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine as you took in the naked sight of him.

He reached out and gently traced the curve of your hip with his fingers, making you gasp with pleasure. His touch was electric, sending waves of desire coursing through your body.

You closed your eyes and leaned back against him as he circled you, feeling the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your ass. Wriothesley wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, his fingers finding your drenched clit and beginning to circle it in slow, teasing strokes.

You moaned with pleasure, your hips bucking against his hand as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, for the second time this night.

"Look at us, my dear," he commanded, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. "Watch as I fill you, as I breed you like the fertile little wench you are."

You obediently opened your eyes and gasped, seeing him towering over you from behind, with his hand eagerly rubbing your wet folds.

After pulling his fingers off you and licking them clean, making a show just for you, the man reached down and grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lined himself up with your entrance from behind.

You braced yourself, your heart pounding with anticipation.

And then, with one swift thrust, he was inside you. You cried out with pleasure, your head falling back against his shoulder as he began to fuck you in long, deep strokes.

Your belly bulged with each thrust, the sight of it making your pussy clench around him even tighter.

You whimpered, your hips bucking as he thrust into you with a force that left you breathless. The sight of him, so tall and powerful, claiming you so completely, was almost too much to bear.

He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your flesh with each thrust. You could see the sweat beading on his brow, the veins standing out in his neck as he worked to bring you both to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Wriothesley reached around and began to tease your clit again, his fingers moving in time with his cock.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your hips bucking wildly as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans filled the room, and you felt your mouth running dry from you crying for him.

"Look in the mirror," he growled in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Watch me breed that pussy of yours, you filthy little slut."

You couldn't resist his command. Your eyes fluttered open, and you watched in the mirror as Wriothesley fucked you from behind.

"Cum for me, babe," he growled, his fingers finding your clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Cum for your boyfriend, like a good slut you are."

And cum you did, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, leaving you spent and panting in his arms.

Wriothesley followed suit, his cock pulsing inside you as he released his load, filling you to the brim and spilling down your thighs after he pulled out of your pussy.

A smug smile playing at his lips. "Let's hope soon you'll be round with my child."

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doumadono · 3 months

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Hello, princess!

Since Sinful Sunday is here and its been a while from my last time spawing in your inbox... YOUR WOLF IS HERE 🐺💎🩵

As we all know: dragons are often showed with two 🍆 so...

I can't stop but think about our beloved Iudex of Fontaine, just giving his lovely assistant a good duble stuffing into her tiny cunt. With him whispering soft and dirty stuff into her ear while his hand just caressing the bulge he caused in her belly

:3 HAPPY SINFUL SUNDAYS EVERYONE

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: well, well, my babygirl! Why is it that your requests always turn out to be the real brain-busters, huh!? But hey, tackling Neuvilette in dragon form was a blast 😏 I'm hoping I did well, so go easy on me, will ya?

Neuvilette loathed this monthly occurrence. While not a regular happening, his heats sporadically struck after each interlunar interval. This left him in an intense state of longing, coupled with a rather sour mood, given the frustration of unmet desires. Throughout this period, he confined himself to his chambers, enduring the discomfort until the fervor and accompanying torment subsided.

During his heats, Neuvilette found solace in transforming into a dragon. It made resisting the temptation to copulate with every woman in his path a whole lot easier for him.

For extended hours, he'd find solace in grinding his hips against his pillows and sheets, attempting to alleviate the persistent discomfort of his arousal that created a painful knot within his groin. The effectiveness varied — sometimes it brought relief, and other times, it offered no respite whatsoever.

With a wide yawn revealing numerous long teeth, a colossal head adorned in pale blue frills lifted itself. The snake-like body, embellished in iridescent scales, boasted a chest adorned with a mane of transparent fur. Enormous, clawed fists rhythmically clenched and relaxed as the dragon effortlessly rose to his feet, a massive tail gracefully swinging in its wake. The creature's dark blue eyes blinked open, while his nostrils expanded to welcome a fresh scent of human into his awareness.

His thin lips curled as the hydro dragon shifted his gaze to the opposite side of the expansive chamber where he rested, emitting a loud sniff. The scent conveyed the presence of a woman – fairly young and with other unspoken needs. His eyes narrowed into glowing slits as he navigated the corner of his bedroom, spotting the silhouette by his desk diligently assembling documents. Another quick sniff and a subtle grin played on his lips - he recognized the familiar scent. It was Y/N, one of his most reliable assistants, apparently delivering another set of documents for his signature.

Brave or foolish, maybe a bit of both, stepping into this place during this time of the month, the dragon mused to himself with a deep rumble in his voice.

The dragon glided closer with cautious steps, his sinuous body gracefully twisting around you.

Unaware of his approach, you continued to hum a gentle melody under your breath. A sudden awareness dawned as you perceived a looming shadow. Startled, you raised your head and attempted to wriggle away. "Monsieur Neuvilette!" you exclaimed, hand over your chest. "Good gracious, you startled me! I had no idea you were in your chamber, monsieur."

"Please, be calm," the dragon murmured in a soothing tone, "I have no wish to harm you, dearest Y/N."

"I… didn't know I would wake you up, I didn't want to disturb your peace," you stammered after an uneasy pause, your eyes unwavering. The marvel at the sight of Neuvilette was twofold – a mix of awe and a hint of fear regarding his possible reaction to your intrusion. Indeed, Neuvilette was a magnificent creature! The glisten of his smooth blueish-white scales, the cascade of a silky white mane adorning his head, and the kindness reflected in his dark marine blue eyes were as breathtaking as the legends and paintings had portrayed.

"Solitude suits me, indeed," the dragon replied, his nostrils subtly flaring. "Especially during my heats. But I assume you've brought me some crucial documents, haven't you, my dearest?"

His thick tail coiled gently around your legs, offering a comforting warmth that eased your tension. "Y-Yes, monsieur. They need to be signed by tomorrow… Can I somehow repay for bothering you and waking you up, monsieur?" you asked, your words slipping out before careful consideration.

In those immense eyes, you observed a dance of emotions. The dragon appeared to ponder, deeply inhaling the air as his head lifted, pointing towards the ceiling. "I suppose… there is a way you could serve me, my dearest Y/N. But fear not, it demands no great effort on your part — only a willingnes."

"What do you mean, monsieur Neuvilette?" you inquired, tilting your head slightly. The tail encircling your legs tightened, a hint of your tension causing the massive creature to pause.

Neuvilette brought his face inches from yours, his voice carrying a gentle plea. "What I seek from you is your willingness to share this night with me, my dearest. Will you, just for tonight, play the role of my mate?"

In an instant, all color drained from your face. Your mouth opened, yet no words found their way out, and the dragon drew you closer to his shredded, scaled chest in response.

"You need not fear any harm," the dragon reassured, once again delicately sniffing you as during the initial examination. "I shall be gentle. My kind has mated with humans in the past. I assure you," a claw gently lifted your chin while another stroked your throat, "this night will leave you with naught but a delightful memory."

With a deep sigh, you closed your eyes, and as you reopened them, your pants were neatly folded on the floor. Your white shirt and underclothes soon joined them as you undressed, your heart pounding within your chest.

The dragon's lips curled into a fanged smile, and a long tongue emerged, briefly caressing your cheek. It was warm and slick, yet not unpleasant. "Wonderful," the dragon bemurmured, observing your nervous smile. Once more, the tongue glided over your cheek, this time lingering for a longer moment. "It's been ages since I've had the fortune of a human woman in my bed, especially one as lovely as yourself, dearest Y/N."

"Thank you," you whispered, a blush gracing your features as you briefly shielded your bare breasts with folded arms.

He nudged your side with his snout, a signal for you to venture deeper into the chamber, a cue you promptly followed.

He gestured for you to recline on a king-sized bed, dressed in deep cobalt sheets and adorned with pristine white pillows. Without hesitation, you complied, gently pressing your thighs together and allowing your hands to gracefully depart from your chest.

Soon, Neuvilette's nose and mouth roamed across your form, exploring with snuffs, licks, and playful nips in various places.

Already tantalized by the affectionate gestures, your arousal heightened as the dragon shifted to all fours, hovering over your naked form. You observed something stout emerging from behind his muscular hind legs, a few drops of thick fluid trailing from it as he leaned forward. The dragon now stood over his claim, a half-open mouth revealing a tongue, and marine blue eyes narrowing in a moment of intensity.

"Ah, the agony of not enjoying this every night," the dragon rumbled, your fingers tracing his shaft. It matched the length of your forearm and doubled in girth, pulsating with an enticing energy beneath the soft moonlight streaming through the chamber's ceiling window. Imagining it nestled between your thighs, your core tightened and grew moist in response.

But then, a peculiar sensation gripped you. Casting him a questioning glance, the dragon responded with a knowing smile.

"Indeed, my dearest Y/N, the legends harbored a kernel of truth. Dragons do possess two cocks."

Swiftly, you rested on one elbow, your gaze naturally drawn between his muscular hind legs. A deep blush painted your cheeks as you discovered yet another erect member, pulsating with equal fervor as the first.

Neuvilette's warm tongue traced delicately along the valley between your breasts. "Do you like what you see, my dearest?"

"Yes, monsieur, I just never thought…" you murmured, your lips barely moving.

Swiftly adopting a stance akin to the dragon looming overhead, you took a calming breath and shut your eyes after getting on all fours on the bed.

The outsized dragon pressed his yet-turgid shafts against the expanse of your soft thighs, emitting a low moan as his jaws hovered threateningly over your bare shoulder, teeth grazing without leaving a trace. In a prolonged hiss, the dragon murmured, "How shall I claim you, my dearest? With gentle tenderness or the full extent of my might? Whichever way you wish it, so shall it be."

"I'll take whatever you've got, monsieur Neuvilette," you replied, casting a bold glance over your shoulder at the pulsating dicks.

Their tips were now slick with a dense, creamy fluid, and a shiver ran through you as they glided between your thighs, offering a preview of the impending encounter.

A couple more deep, resonant breaths, a hefty grunt, and the first dragon's shaft eased halfway in your waiting, already drenched slit.

Your eyes instinctively closed, a gasp escaping you, not from pain, but from the unexpected heat emanating from his dick. It felt as though all the dragon's potent warmth converged right there, in his throbbing, large shaft. Every slight motion was accompanied by loud, wet sounds, the dragon adjusting his position with his nose hovering close to the pillow on your right. He harnessed his strength in his hind legs, delivering a forceful thrust that had you crying out for more.

"O-Oh! Goodness gracious! How's that even possible? That you fit in?!!"

Neuvilette chuckled softly, his voice taking on a guttural quality as he quickened his thrusting pace. "You see, my dearest Y/N, I've mentioned before that my kind has mated with humans. How did you think that was possible if you, females, wouldn't be able to accommodate our shafts?"

Each successive thrust grew more potent, propelling additional lengths of the deep blue, rigid flesh into your dripping pussy from behind. The viscous fluid flowed generously out of your abused core, trailing down your parted legs while the shaft pulsated relentlessly, gaining intensity with each beat, akin to a powerful heartbeat.

In an instant, a loud squeak escaped your lips as you sensed a more insistent pressure against your occupied entrance. Glancing over your shoulder, your expression paled at the sight of Neuvilette attempting to maneuver his other dick in. "Neuvilette! You're going to tear me apart!" you gasped, your eyes welling up with the nearly overwhelming pleasure he was already bestowing upon you as his thick cock rubbed along all of your sweet spots.

"Ease up, my dearest Y/N," Neuvilette murmured, smoothly almost fully withdrawing his first shaft before seamlessly layering the second one atop the first and slowly pushing back into you.

Your hands surrendered as he executed the forceful thrust, and the initial stretch proved excruciating. It felt like a searing burn in those first moments, leaving you growling and panting uncontrollably, tears straining your flushed cheeks pressed hardly into the mattress.

"There, there, relax, and you'll manage," Neuvilette coaxed in the gentlest tone he could summon. "Stop tightening up, try to ease your pelvis. Yes, just like that," he praised as you eventually succeeded in relaxing your muscles enough for him to bottom out.

The dragon's tail lifted off the bed, and Neuvilette let out a growl followed by a resounding roar. Heat surged within him as his powerful thrusts, almost forceful enough to break the small human form nestled between his colossal legs, intensified.

Gasping for breath, you'd already experienced a shattering climax and teetered on the brink of another. Your entire body dripped with sweat, and drool hung from your parted lips. The pleasure unleashed by this formidable dragon surpassed anything you could have audaciously imagined. "Neuvilette!" your voice rasped as you cum for another time; your inner walls spasmed uncontrollably around his throbbing, painfully hard shafts.

With one last, hard push, Neuvilette pressed you firmly onto the mattress, grasping the meat of your stuck out ass. A gush of heated, sticky cum erupted from his throbbing dicks, followed by a second, and ultimately a gentler third wave, marking the hydro dragon's descent into exhaustion after intense sex, his breaths now feeble and hurried.

Beneath him, you lay in a state of bliss, your entire body shaking and tingling. Your sticky pussy radiated warmth, and the powerful twinges and aftershocks of an already remarkable climaxes created an unforgettable sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced in your entire life.

"Thank you, my dearest Y/N," Neuvilette whispered, and you nodded. "Thank you for helping me shake off the tension that's been hanging around for days," he admitted, lying on the bed next to you. He casually draped his long tail over your legs while you reclined beside him on your back.

Then, impulsively playful, you rolled to your side and planted a quick kiss on his bluish snout.

The dragon chuckled, his resonant voice emanating from his robust chest. "Aren't you the cutest assistant, my dearest Y/N?" he mused, yawning widely, revealing rows of perfectly sharp fangs.

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath. "Neuvilette…"

The dragon's dark eyes found yours, and he nodded, granting you permission to speak.

"Would you… I mean, forgive me for the strange question, but maybe next time your heat occurs, perhaps you would need some help too?" you asked shyly, your cheeks turning beet red.

His marine-blue irises shimmered with tenderness as he hummed, contemplating your words. "Little Y/N," he smiled, drawing closer and resting his snout on your naked belly, his gaze meeting your flushed face. "I'll be honored to accept aid from the only one I trust the most." He sniffed and grinned, casting a sly glance toward your glistening mound on his left. "I adore your scent," he confessed, casually bestowing a few gentle licks upon your folds glistening with mixed releases with his warm, extended tongue. "And you taste absolutely delicious, my dearest. Oh, my, my, I'll struggle to wait for the next heat to savor your essence once more, to assert my claim on you. Perhaps then, I'll allow you a glimpse of my human form, in all its vulnerable splendor."

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doumadono · 3 months

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think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.

Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.

Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."

Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.

With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.

Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.

Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.

The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.

You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.

He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.

"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."

Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.

Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.

Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.

As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."

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doumadono · 3 months

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ainful sunday!!

thinking about izuku coming back from a long, agitating mission and just fucking his girlfriend for hours on end due to the fact he couldnt fuck her for two months..

Warnings: aged-up Izuku

SINFUL SUNDAY

The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit bedroom bathed in a soft glow emanating from a little lamp placed on a nightstand. The atmosphere was both calming and intimate, a thoughtful touch from someone who knew him all too well.

Izuku's eyes widened as he spotted your silhouette by the window, your gaze fixed on the city skyline. The scent of a familiar perfume hung in the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia and warmth. He cleared his throat, not wanting to startle you.

You turned, your eyes widening in surprise before giving way to a radiant smile. "Izuku," you breathed, crossing the room in swift strides. Your embrace was a testament to the longing that had built up over the weeks of separation, the relief of being back in each other's arms.

"I missed you so much," you murmured against his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his hero costume.

The sensation of your touch grounded him, a stark contrast to the chaos he had faced on his long mission.

As you pulled away, Izuku's eyes met yours, gratitude and love reflected in the depths of his green orbs. "I missed you too, Y/N," he confessed, his voice a mixture of exhaustion and genuine affection. "It felt like an eternity out there."

You led him to the bed, urging him to rest while you fetched a glass of water.

Sitting there, he found solace in your presence, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

You spoke of the challenges faced, the victories achieved, and the moments of doubt that had haunted his journey.

"Coming back to you makes everything worth it," Deku admitted, his gaze unwavering.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "You're my hero, Izuku, in more ways than one."

Izuku enfolded you in a snug embrace, his lips leisurely planting tender kisses across your face. After delicately removing his gloves, his calloused fingers traced a gentle path along the nape of your neck. Amidst the soft caresses, he murmured affectionate words against your lips, "My babygirl, my little love."

Soon, he found himself pinning you down onto the mattress, his adept hands delicately removing your nightgown. His slightly chapped lips planted kisses along your exposed shoulders, traced the neckline, and lingered in the valley between your breasts.

Effortlessly, Izuku shed his hero uniform, the sound of zippers echoing in the room. Your laughter bubbled as you witnessed his struggle, prompting you to assist. A small smile graced your lips as your fingertips traced the contours of his toned body, a tangible reunion after the prolonged absence.

Foreplay was unnecessary - you were already drenched, just for Izuku.

Deku encountered no obstacles entering your pussy - your slick wetness facilitated an easy slide of his aching manhood right into your snug core.

He started with deliberate slowness, his thrusts mirroring the measured precision of his heroics.

Your quiet moans intertwined with his labored breaths, marking the end of a prolonged hiatus from your sex sessions. Despite your initial tightness, the reunion felt blissful for both, a testament to the longing that had built up during your time apart.

"Oh, Izuku, I've been dreaming about this moment for so long," you whispered, arms enveloping his neck.

He grunted, gazing down at you, hands cradling your face. "Me too, babygirl. Missed your warmth."

As pure passion took hold, Izuku found himself completely consumed by desire, his thrusts quickening in response to the escalating intensity of arousal.

In no time, you succumbed to pleasure beneath him, becoming a moaning mess. Every thrust seemed to expertly target those incredibly sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through you as the tip of his dick brushed against your spongy walls.

After a particularly forceful thrust, you screamed his name as your head tilted back onto the pillows. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, you instinctively wrapped your leg around his hips, drawing him closer and subtly altering the angle for heightened pleasure, allowing Deku to penetrate your pussy even deeper than before.

Following his climax, you soon experienced your own, your body spasming from overstimulation.

Deku, catching his breath, tenderly kissed your forehead before withdrawing his cock out of your snug cunt. He then requested you to turn to your side. As you complied, he positioned himself behind you and reentered your pussy; his cock got hard again in no time.

Breathless, you gasped and bit your lower lip, feeling the intensity of his thrusts and a bulge his cock formed within your lower tummy whenever he pushed in, the tender kisses of his mouth placed to your cheek, and the warm breath fanning the back of your neck and ear as he grunted, quickening his pace.

In this specific position, Izuku could easily cup your breasts while reaching maximum depth with his dick buried in you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each of his thrusts.

Time blurred, but when Izuku cum yet again, emptying his balls in your pussy, he settled beside you on the bed, and slid his hands under his head with a smirk. "It was amazing, babygirl," Deku whispered, gratitude evident. "Thank you for the warm welcome."

You nestled against his robust chest, cheeks flushed as you felt your mixed cums trickling down your thighs. "Thank you for taking me to heaven, Izuku," you whispered, kissing his chest lightly.

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doumadono · 3 months

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hiii!!

hope it's okay if i request a little something for sinful sunday (i'm 19)

would it be okay to ask for dumbification kink with aizawa?

thank you anyway!

SINFUL SUNDAY

The room echoes with nothing but your sweet moans and Shota's heavy breaths, well, if you discount the occasional creaking of a wooden desk, wet noises and the enticing sound of skin slapping against skin.

The ceaseless clinking of his leather belt buckle coaxes forth a weighty sob from the depths of your throat, a blend of lust and despair intertwining. The anticipation in your belly unravels at a leisurely pace, and the looming orgasms skulk back into their corners, denied their moment of reckoning yet.

"Love, come on," your endeavor to pull Shota closer is abruptly thwarted. "H-Harder."

Aizawa's rhythmic thrusts into your dripping core momentarily erase any grasp on how limbs and words function. Instead, he intertwines his fingers with yours, directing your hands back beneath his grasp, once again pinning them above your head as they were just moments ago. "Apologies, love," his snicker drips with wicked delight, "but this time, you're not the one setting any rules here."

Even in your half-defunct state of senses, you sense the man leaning over you, your leg draped over his shoulder feeling the stretch of his movement – and then he pauses as he reaches his intended destination. A sharp nip to your earlobe clears the fog, and as his tongue glides over the tingling skin, a ragged mewl escapes you. "S-Shota!"

"You're familiar with the rules, baby," Shota purrs into your ear, his silky voice contrasting sharply with your disheveled state. He remains nestled in the crook of your neck, thrusting harder into your dripping core at a new angle. Pulling you into a fervent kiss, he licks into your mouth with unbridled lust. "I'm in charge. Your only job is to sing for me. Just the way I like it the most. That's it, kitten."

Aizawa gazes into your bewildered eyes, a smile so sweet and angelic that, for a moment, you almost buy into the idea that he's about to make things smoother for you, especially as he releases your arms.

Frantically, you search for something to grasp onto, an opportunity to seize control, to set the pace — but your autonomy is short-lived.

A hefty glob of saliva makes a precise landing on your swollen clitoris, followed by the nimble, skillful fingers of your husband working the drool around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"O-Ooooo," your lips form a perfect "O" as you cast a gaze up at Shota with teary eyes; a solitary tear makes its way down your flushed cheek, landing on your naked breast.

"You brought this upon yourself, didn't you," Shota coos into the air, delivering a few playful slaps to your slicky folds, followed by an indulgent rubbing that elicits an arch in your back toward him. "My little, naive girl didn't think things through, hmmm? What did you expect when you sauntered in here in that skimpy skirt, tempting fate by presenting your beautiful ass while filing documents into a cabinet, hmm? I've had a taxing day, dealing with class 1-A for just an hour, and I needed a release for the accumulated stress. And what better way to do that than fucking with my stunning wife?" The black-haired man mused.

You're itching to protest, to inform him that he could exercise more self-control and that you didn't intentionally provoke this.

However, as he resumes relentlessly pounding your throbbing and drenched pussy, hoisting both your legs over his muscular shoulders, and murmuring about your brainlessness for him, your comebacks meet an untimely demise. All you can manage is to nod along with the intensity of his thrusts, fervently moaning, "m-more, mo-more, moooore, p-please, p-please, p-please, Shota."

Aizawa's momentum doesn't show any signs of slowing down, a primal rhythm that vividly illustrates the depth of his own arousal. Shota thrusts into you with precision, a raw hunger guiding every move. His robust arm envelops your thighs as you plant your heels atop his shoulders, and Shota tenderly glides his calloused hand up and down the plush, warm skin, squeezing wherever he pleases, urging your legs closer to his chest adorned with a long-sleeved, black shirt. With each forceful thrust, with every instance his rock-solid cock glides against your tender, spongy walls, his midnight-black, tousled locks cascade onto his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his temples.

With a final cry, your orgasm crashes over you, a powerful force that brings forth unintentional tears. "O-Oh! Shota! Yes!"

Shota relentlessly pursues his own climax, the tight grip of your pussy on his member leaving him little room for endurance. He only relents when he's completely spent, his cum erupting deep in your warmth. Soon, the man's leaning forward to press a little kiss to your forehead.

You both are panting, and you're left undeniably senseless.

"I never asked for this, you little devil," you playfully scold the man, earning a small snort from him.

"Mhm, yeah, sure, I'll believe you, kitten. We both know well you're the one with the insatiable desires in our marriage."

Your mouth drops open with a loud gasp, a frown appearing on your forehead as he assists you off his desk, handing you your clothes. "Excuse me, Shota, you're just making things up now. You're the needy one. If you weren't, we wouldn't have… done that… now, in the teachers' lounge…"

He helps you get dressed and presentable again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "It doesn't matter, kitten. Thank you for helping me ease the stress down."

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doumadono · 5 months

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For sinful sunday, can i request breeding sessions with wriothesley? ❤

SINFUL SUNDAY

The longing to create a life with you is deeply ingrained in the Duke's core, woven into the very ounce of his existence. He desires to sow the seeds of new life within you, witnessing the gentle swell of your belly as it cradles the promise of his child. This idea consumes his thoughts incessantly.

The idea of impregnating you stirs an unparalleled excitement within him, making it the singular focus that drives him to willingly spend countless hours night after night immersed in your pussy, fervently yearning for the prospect of you carrying his child.

As he goes about his work, he tenderly situates you on his lap — filling you with his cock and letting you guide the rhythm until your sighs and gasps fill the air of his office.

"Oh, darling, you're taking me so well, oh my goodness!"

The Duke will seize every opportunity for having sex with you, be it in his office or the sanctuary of your shared bedroom. He's determined to embrace these moments as frequently as possible.

He'll be leading you by the wrist into vacant rooms, he undresses you completely and draws you near, kissing you passionately. He would absorb your gasps and pleas as your pussy milks his cock.

Whenever you two have sex, Wriothesley becomes remarkably tender, showering you with kisses and delicately tracing his fingers along your curves while his dick is deeply nestled in your pussy.

He yearns to make your womb his own, and the irresistible allure is too compelling to resist.

On his days off, Wriothesley keeps you nestled in bed for hours, passionately entwining with you until every breath is a struggle and you're unraveling into a blissful, tearful release. Eventually, he grants you the sweet relief, stuffing you with his thick cum.

"Baby, I'm about to cum… Please, please, let me cum inside you, alright?" Wriothesley would plead.

You love him wholeheartedly, naturally leading you to wholeheartedly agree.

"Take it, my love, take every bit of it," he will plead, releasing himself within your wet, warm pussy.

Afterward, when your belly is filled with his seed, he'll beam with happiness, his optimism certain that this moment will be the one where his seed takes root. "I love you so much, Y/N."

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doumadono · 5 months

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your writing is so good i regret all the time in my life when i didn’t know ur blog exists sksksksksksksks.... anyway! Sinful Sunday please. may i ask a fic about Wriothesley feeling so horny and his girl is cooking in the kitchen and just BAM bend over the counter? sink? whatever?? fr im a simp for Wrio 🥵 you can skip this if you’re uncomfortable but i hope you can write it 🤧 thank you and have a good day! ✨

SINFUL SUNDAY

In your shared apartment with Wriothesley, you were occupied chopping vegetables, immersed in the rhythm of the music. Life in that moment couldn't get any better.

"Miss me, babe?" Wriothesley growled in your ear from behind, his strong, firm body pressed against your back.

"Wriothesley!" you exclaimed. "Don't sneak on me like that!" You pushed at his shoulder, trying to move him away with limited success. He was away the entire morning, engrossed in crucial meetings and other commitments. In response, you took it upon yourself to prepare a delightful dinner for his return.

His lips lightly tickled your neck. "I just missed you." His fingers skillfully slipped inside your cotton panties you wore under your dress, playfully teasing your folds.

"Stop!" you whispered urgently, feeling his finger slipping into your pussy. "The guards might hear."

"Not if you stay quiet," Wriothesley declared with a smirk, deftly dealing with his pants and belt.

Instead of offering a retort, you moaned as he skillfully pulled your panties to the side, hitched up your dress, and entered you from behind.

"You're so tight, babe," Wriothesley purred into your ear. "And wet. Does it turn you on knowing that at any moment, one of my guards could catch a glimpse?" He thrust fast into you, pressing your hips into the counter, inducing a slight discomfort.

Leaning over the counter, you allowed the Duke to delve even deeper inside. As he fervently pounded into you, soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips, and the brink of your release loomed tantalizingly close.

Unable to contain yourself, you let out a loud moan, laying your front on the counter and hastily pushing aside the knife, chopping board, and veggies. Your arousal caused your pussy to clench a few times around his throbbing cock.

Unexpectedly, a male voice reached your ears. "Your Grace, the Iudex wants to see you!" one of his guards announced, fortunately from the doorway.

Wriothesley thrust into you, covering your mouth as he continued to pound you into the counter; his thrusts gaining intensity. "Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, Your Grace," the guard managed to say, "he mentioned it's something of high importance."

You moaned in satisfaction as the waves of your orgasm crashed through you; you rolled your hips for even more friction.

Wriothesley grunted triumphantly as he spilled his thick seed into you. "I'm coming!" he proclaimed, a mix of a yell and a moan.

Breathing heavily, Wriothesley slumped against you. Wriothesley withdrew his hand, pulled out, and neatly tucked himself back into his pants. You swiftly readjusted your panties and dress, and efficiently tossed the veggies onto the plate.

In a parting move, Wriothesley delivered a quick slap to your ass, a cocky punctuation to the encounter. "You're the best girlfriend I've ever had, Y/N. I love surprising you like that."

You shot him a sassy look over your shoulder. "Why am I not surprised?"

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doumadono · 5 months

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are you doing sinful sunday today..?👀

sleepy morning sex with izuku?🤭

Warnings: aged-up Izuku

SINFUL SUNDAY

Mornings are a bit of a struggle for Izuku. He often finds himself torn between the cozy embrace of the bed and the responsibilities of the day.

Izuku is all about cuddles in the morning. He wraps himself around you, seeking comfort in the warmth of your shared embrace.

You both find yourselves in that hazy state of barely being awake, your eyes half-open as you nuzzle into his neck. Your fingers gently trace a path up his chest.

Izuku lies on his back, cradling you in his arms, and he absentmindedly draws swirling patterns on your back.

Suddenly, he draws you on top of him while still beneath the covers. "Good morning, love," he murmurs, gently stroking your hips.

You roll your hips, your face still nestled in the crook of his neck. "Hey, baby."

He skillfully slides your underwear aside, slipping his own just over his hardened length. His morning erection already twitches as you rut your wetness against him. "Fuuuck," he grunts, looking up at you through half-opened eyes.

He lets out a low groan, tenderly guiding you to sink on his cock. "Oh, fuck, fuck, you're so wet and warm, holy shit..."

You whimper quietly into his shoulder.

Your bodies are snugly pressed together under the covers, and Izuku starts to thrust up into you at a leisurely pace. His hands caress your back, arms, ass.

Both of you find yourselves catching your breath, moans and pants escaping your lips, as the sweet pleasure wraps around you.

"So good," Izuku mumbles, his head rested against his pillow. "You're so good, baby, so fucking good."

You ride him leisurely, gazing down at his blissful expression with half-lidded eyes. "That's my boy. I love you so much, Izuku."

His hands skillfully massage your hips, and a quiet whine escapes him. Biting his lips, Izuku can feel the tip of his cock hitting that sensitive, spongy spot within you. "O-Oh, shit, babe…"

Izuku can deploy the famous Midoriya puppy eyes. Those wide, pleading eyes make it nearly impossible for you to resist granting him the sweetest climax he seeks.

"You wanna cum?" you whisper, stroking his cheek, and he nods.

You begin to move with increased pace, sensing his arousal building as his movements become more pronounced. It's a subtle yet unmistakable signal that he's nearing release.

Izuku moves his hips more assertively against yours, and before long, he releases his seed inside of you, moaning your name as he presses your bodies closer together, not wanting to spill even a bit. "Take it all, my love…" he whispers, "Thank you."

Your climax isn't as intense and rapid as it usually is during your normal fucking, but it still leaves you breathless, your thighs involuntarily clenching around his hips. "Oh, Izuku!"

He grins lazily as he gradually softens inside your pussy, both of you winding down. He gently guides your back to its original place at his side, holding you close. "I wouldn't mind waking up to this more often," he whispers.

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doumadono · 2 months

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For sinful sunday if you still accept. Sanemi eating his gf's pussy and fucking her rough after a very exhausting day of training that made his rage and stress accumulate to the point he needs to unleash it

SINFUL SUNDAY

Sanemi had spent the day training with all his might. His muscles ached from the grueling exercises, and his rage and stress accumulated, demanding release.

His thoughts turned to you, a strong and beautiful woman who shared the life with him. The mere thought of your soft skin and intoxicating scent sent a spark of desire coursing through him.

As the evening approached, he found himself standing outside the door to your chambers, heart pounding and hands trembling. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

You lay on the futon, your hair fanned out on the pillow. "Sanemi," you whispered, sitting up to greet him. "What are you doing h...."

"I need you," he said gruffly, his voice betraying his raw desire as he interrupted you.

Your eyes widened, but you didn't recoil.

Sanemi took a step closer, his gaze fixed on yours. He reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face, marveling at the softness of your skin.

You swallowed hard, and he could see the anticipation in your eyes. Aware that your dear boyfriend, in such a state, was beyond reasoning and driven by primal instincts, you chose to alleviate his tension instead.

Sanemi didn't waste any more time. He climbed on top of you, pinning you down beneath him with a fierce intensity that made your heart race. His lips crashed down on yours, and his tongue darted out, tasting your sweetness.

Breaking the kiss, Sanemi began to explore your body, running his hands over your curves and leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

You arched your back, desperate for more, and his hand found its way to your breast. He teased your nipple through the fabric of your silky nightgown, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Sanemi's hand continued its downward journey, and he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your nightgown. He found your soft folds, and he groaned with pleasure.

Without warning, Sanemi yanked your nightgown up your legs, exposing your naked body, and he buried his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your folds with a passion that made you cry out. He lapped at you with a fierceness that set your body alight, and you bucked your hips, desperate for more. Sanemi's fingers joined the dance, pumping in and out of your slick pussy as his tongue teased your clit.

You could feel the orgasm building inside you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you fully. With one final stroke of Sanemi's tongue, you shattered, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

But Sanemi wasn't done yet. He climbed back up your body, fumbled with his belt and zipper, his eyes burning with intensity. He finally pushed his hakama pants down his thighs, just under the curve of his firm ass, and positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his rock-hard cock.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he thrust inside you with a force that stole your breath away.

Sanemi began to fuck you with a roughness you never endured before, his hips pistoning in and out of you with a feverish pace.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he let out a primal growl. "Oh! 'Nemi! More, more!" you begged.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that sent waves of pleasure crashing through both of you.

Sanemi's cock slid in and out of your slick pussy, hitting that sweet spot that sent shudders of pleasure through your body. You could feel another orgasm building, this one even more intense than the last.

Sanemi could sense your impending climax, and he slammed into you harder, his hips moving with a frenzy that sent you over the edge.

You cried out in ecstasy, your pussy clenching around his cock as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

Sanemi groaned, his body going rigid as he released inside you, filling you with his warmth. He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your skin as he caught his breath.

As your breathing slowed, Sanemi withdrew, slipping out of you with a gentleness that belied the intensity of your lovemaking. He rolled onto his back and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. "Thank you, Y/N. I would have gone crazy if I..."

"Ssshhh," you hushed, placing your index finger to his slightly chapped lips. "I know."

In the aftermath of your frenzied intercourse, you lay in silence, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a feeling of contentment and satisfaction that left you feeling truly alive.

And as Shinazugawa drifted off to sleep, he knew that no matter what the future held, he would always have you - his partner, his confidante, his everything.

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doumadono · 6 months

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sinful sunday

what about bf!izuku midoriya under aphrodisiacs..? except hes super sensitive and whiny (i breathe for switch izuku) 🤭

Warnings: aged-up Izuku

SINFUL SUNDAY

The night was supposed to be a quiet one. Izuku Midoriya and you, his beloved girl, decided to try something new, a little spice to add to your usual routine. Little did they know, the aphrodisiac you chose had a potency beyond their expectations.

As the effects kicked in, Izuku found himself overwhelmed by a wave of heightened sensitivity. Every touch, every caress from you sent shivers down his spine, electrifying his senses. His usually composed demeanor melted away, replaced by a whiny, almost desperate version of himself.

"Y/N, please," Izuku whimpered, his voice a breathy plea.

You, initially amused by the unexpected turn of events, found yourself captivated by the sight of Izuku unraveling before you. Kissing along Izuku's neck, you whispered teasingly, "You okay, Deku? Feeling a bit… sensitive?"

Izuku's response was a shaky exhale, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Y/N, oh God, it's too much. But… don't stop."

You couldn't help but chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the rare opportunity to see Izuku in such a vulnerable state. You continued your ministrations, each touch drawing out increasingly desperate whimpers from the usually composed hero.

As the intensity built, Izuku's pleas became a symphony of desire, his inhibitions slipping away. "More, Y/N. Please, more."

The aphrodisiac-induced sensitivity made every touch, every movement an exquisite torment. Izuku's body, usually resilient and determined, now responded with a vulnerability that heightened the intimacy between you.

You continued your exploration, each touch carefully calculated to elicit the most delicious responses. Izuku's whimpers and moans filled the room, creating an intimate soundtrack to your shared experience.

As your lips met in a fiery kiss, Izuku let out a needy moan, the intensity of the sensation causing his body to arch with pleasure. Your fingers danced along the curves of his body, teasing and tempting, driving Izuku to the brink of ecstasy.

"Y/N," he gasped between heated kisses, "please, I need…"

You, understanding the urgency in his voice, responded with a sultry smirk. You skillfully removed any remaining barriers between you, reveling in the newfound vulnerability of your usually composed hero.

Your hand glided irresistibly to his groin, firmly grasping his aroused member. With deliberate and sensual movements, you skillfully caressed him, smoothly guiding your hand along the length of his shaft. The sensation elicited deep, guttural sounds from him — a mixture of pleasure-laden groans and hisses. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, he couldn't help but arch his head backward in ecstasy. "P-please, baby, oh God, oh God…"

You playfully grinned, your lips tracing a tantalizing path down his abdomen, each lingering kiss leaving an electrifying sensation on his heated skin. The journey culminated at his cock. With deliberate intent, you enveloped his member with your mouth, applying a gentle suction that, combined with the rhythmic motion of your head, created a slow, sensuous dance of pleasure. You assisted yourself with one of your hands, gliding it in tandem with the motion of your head along his erect shaft.

Izuku's passionate moans filled the air, and his body quivered uncontrollably with pleasure, the sensations coursing through every inch of his being. His body arched with each gentle touch, every stroke of your hands sending waves of pleasure through him. The room was filled with the heady scent of desire as you surrendered to the intoxicating dance of passion.

You persisted in your actions, maintaining the rhythm until you sensed his hands weaving into your hair, firmly grasping your head, anchoring it in place as he thrust his hips forward, ardently pursuing his climax. "Don't you fucking dare to move, Y/N, flex your tongue for me, babygirl, oh, just like that." In due course, his thick cum erupted, cascading into your mouth. "Take it, take it all, oh fuck!" He groaned.

Swiftly, before a solitary droplet could descend down your chin after some of his cum fell on your lower lip, you deftly scooped it with your finger, orchestrating a tantalizing show as you methodically licked the digit clean, adding an extra layer of intensity to the intimate performance.

"Fuck, baby," Midoriya groaned, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "It was so intense, oh my God."

Finally, as the effects began to subside, Izuku lay there, breathless and sated. The intensity of the experience left him in a state of blissful exhaustion, a rare sight for someone who often carried the weight of heroism on his shoulders.

You, still basking in the afterglow, pressed a gentle kiss to Izuku's forehead. "Well, that was something, indeed."

Izuku, now a little more composed but still recovering, managed a weak smile. "Yeah, but… it was amazing. I never knew sensitivity could feel this good."

You both shared a quiet laugh, the night taking an unexpected turn but leaving you both with a newfound closeness.

"So, now it's my turn to make you a moaning mess for me," Izuku smirked at you.

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doumadono · 7 months

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Sinful Sunday thought!

I believe that Geto Suguru is exactly the type of guy that, by the time you tell him ‘I love you’, starts fucking you harder. I don’t know🫣

I need to agree with you, Nonnie, I strongly belive it would make him going feral!

SINFUL SUNDAY

Geto's anything but gentle

Whenever you fuck, it's rough and hard. It's the kind of sex involving hair-pulling, skin-biting, and fast-paced fucking

You’ll fuck basically anywhere, on any surface, up against any wall

It's a relentless thrusting that doesn't let up until you're a whimpering wreck beneath him

Geto's possessive - he marks you with love bites, making sure everyone is aware that you belong to him. He doesn't mind who witnesses it - he's determined to proclaim to the world that you are exclusively his

He has a very high sex drive and can go for multiple rounds

He loves having a hand around your throat as he fucks you, he loves to feel the blood rushing under his hand

But what truly arouses him is when you express your love for him verbally, which never fails to excite him immensely

"I love you," you whimper softly as he thrusts into you during a very slow, passionate sex

He pauses, gazes down at you, and a mischievous grin slowly spreads across his lips

“I’m gonna pound ya so good, ya hear me? I want you to tell me how much you want it, how much you want me.”

Geto lifts up your thigh for better access to thrust deeper into you, digging his fingers into your plushy flesh, thrusting hard and fast, the bed starts swaying back and forth with his thrusts

“I’m going to fill you to the brim, doll."

His words become more jumbled as his flesh continues to vehemently smack against yours, your pussy tightening against his rapidly moving dick as your orgasm washes over you, his following not long after

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doumadono · 7 months

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Unfortunately, I'm going to work this weekend so i’m sending this in early! Rengoku with a breeding kink 😩

A/N: I believe Kyojuro would certainly have a breeding kink because he would want to start a family of his own ♥ Enjoy your weekend at work, and I hope you get to indulge in some spicy fanfiction when you have some spare time after your shift!

SINFUL SUNDAY

He skillfully guided your legs apart, sliding his hips between them. The head of his throbbing shaft made contact with your moist folds, causing him to arch back, shoulders pulling taut as he inhaled deeply, parting his dry lips, releasing a guttural groan. Rengoku shifted his weight onto his knees. His gaze lowered, taking in your skin, a soft peach hue glistening with your arousal, sending a rush of desire coursing through the man. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, his gaze darted to your contorted features, a smile breaking into his mouth as his middle finger dove between your glistening folds. He basked in the wetness and heat he found, grinning when your eyes snapped open to find his, your pupils widening.

“Yes, darling, just like that,” you hissed under your breath, hips undulating toward his touch as Kyojuro's digits explored your folds, spreading your juices.

“Patience,” he smirked, tipping his head at you, savoring the twists on your countenance. One finger, slithering to your entrance, curling so he slipped only the first knuckle into you.

You grabbed his wrist, fingers digging into his flesh. “Baby, please, put an end to this teasing at once.”

He smiled at you, leaning in to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced together, his free hand tracing the elegant curve of yur neck before brushing down your chest and cupping your breast. His thumb and forefinger toyed with your nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

"Anything my mistress desires," Rengoku whispered huskily.

You eased your grip on him, and Kyojuro took the opportunity to guide his throbbing length to your slick entrance. He let out a muted sigh as he slid inside you, inch by tantalizing inch.

Your own moans were swallowed by his mouth, your lips locked in a fervent embrace.

You dug your nais into the back of his neck, your tongue exploring his mouth with an insatiable hunger, savoring every taste he offered.

Rengoku's hips began to move, grinding against yours, while the velvety walls of your heat clenched around him, creating a scorching friction.

Your thighs drew him in closer, ankles locking, and calves brushing against his round buttocks, urging him deeper into the heated confines of your legs. Your nails raked across his back, leaving fiery trails of sensation in their wake. "Harder, harder!" You begged, your head rolling back.

The rhythmic thrusting of Kyojuro's hips sent waves of desire coursing through you.

Sensations of your mingling fluids dripping down your entrance heightened your desire, and you sensed the muscles of the fiery-haired man shifting beneath your touch. Your grip on the back of his neck tightened as you pulled him closer. You turned your head toward his ear, your mouth tantalizingly close. "Come inside, Kyojuro," you purred, your tongue caressing the shell of his ear, your teeth gently nipping at the cartilage. "Breed me," you whispered seductively.

Rengoku grunted loudly, muttering incoherent sounds under his breath, just some primal noises. His movements grew more forceful, his skin slapping against yours, as if he wanted to penetrate you even deeper. "Yes," he cried out, his voice filled with raw desire. "Anything, anything." He moaned and captured your mouth in a passionate kiss, breaking away only when the need for air became overwhelming. He touched your foreheads together and chanted your name and pleas in hushed, fervent words.

The sound of your lustful union filling your ears.

Kyojuro growled through gritted teeth, his breath hissing as your legs tightened their grip around his hips. He thrust into you relentlessly, one hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit, his fingers moving with urgency, rubbing little circles around the most sensitive spot.

Rengoku locked eyes with you, his hips undulating as he controlled the tempo. "You'll be swollen, heavy with our child," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. "And you'll remember how I put them inside you. You'll want me, and me only, my dearest spark."

His furious pace resumed, and you gasped, your legs trembling, your hands clutching at him. You cried out, your walls clenching tightly around him, milking him dry. "Yes, baby, yes, yes, yes!"

"Fuck!" Kyojuro groaned as he spilled his seed inside you, his forehead touching the crook of your neck as he tried to regain his composure.

Amid the pulsations of your core, you could feel the warmth of his release inside you. You shivered. Yor legs ached, and you knew you'd be sore in your most intimate places, sticky between your thighs. The thought of cleaning up crossed your mind, but the weight of him on top of you was still alluring, his heavy breathing inviting, even as it settled back into its normal rhythm.

"I love you," you whispered, your fingers tenderly cradling his jaw. "My fierce demon slayer, the best there is," you praised.

"I love you too, my spark," Kyojuro replied, placing a gentle kiss on the bridge of your nose. "I can't wait to witness our love blossoming as our child grows within your womb."

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SINFUL SUNDAY!!!

Muzan humping a pillow at the thought of reader? Oml he'd make the best sounds.. asvbngfhm literally going insane

Hehe love your work by the way ❤️

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan had always been a man consumed by his desires.

His lustful cravings were insatiable, and he would often find himself wracked with need, his loins aching for a release that only the sweet embrace of another could provide.

His thoughts were often dominated by the most intimate and carnal of acts, and he would frequently find himself lost in fantasies of passion and pleasure. Tonight was no different.

As he lay in bed, he couldn't help but think of you - the mysterious yet mortal woman who had captured his imagination the moment you two met. The thought of you sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his heart race with anticipation.

Muzan's hands began to wander as he imagined your touch touch against his cold skin. He ran his fingers over his chest, feeling the coldness beneath his fingertips. He let out a soft moan as he felt the heat of his own body, and his mind's eye saw your perfect lips curling into a seducing smile.

Although you were just a human, the demon lord took great pleasure in your presence. Your usefulness was apparent in various ways, leading you to become something of a plaything for him. Surprisingly, despite his desire to devour you, he chose to spare your life, recognizing numerous other purposes you could serve.

Unable to resist any longer, Muzan reached for a pillow and pulled it close. He closed his eyes and let out a deep, shuddering breath as he began to hump the pillow, imagining it was your warm body beneath him.

The sensations were overwhelming, and Muzan's breath came in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the heat building between his legs, and he knew he was on the brink of something truly magnificent.

He would begin by caressing the soft fabric, his long, razor-sharp fingers tracing delicate patterns upon the surface, a feather-light touch that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through his veins. His other hand would venture southward, cupping his swollen manhood through the fabric of his pants, stroking it gently as he imagined the pleasures you bestowed upon him many times before.

As he moved his hips faster and faster, Muzan let out a low moan. The sound was guttural and primal, and it echoed through the darkened chamber. He was lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure that was coursing through his veins.

Grasping the pillow firmly, he would position it beneath him, the softness providing a stark contrast to the brutal strength of his own body. He would rock his hips, grinding his cock against the fabric, the sensation of the soft fibers of his pants against his sensitive, cold skin driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

Faster and harder he would hump, the scent of his arousal filling the air. His breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead slick with sweat as he chased the elusive release that lingered just beyond his grasp.

Just as he felt the first wave of pleasure wash over him, Muzan imagined your soft voice in his head. "Let go, Muzan-sama. Give in to the pleasure, let it devour you, my lord."

With a final, desperate thrust, Muzan reached his peak. He cried out, his body shaking as he released all of the pent-up tension and desire that had been building within him for a past few days.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Muzan was lost in the bliss of his own orgasm, and he didn't want it to end. But eventually, the waves of pleasure subsided, and he was left lying there, panting and spent.

As he opened his eyes and looked at the pillow, he couldn't help but smile. Putting it aside, the demon lord noticed a wet stain in his pants, and he licked his lips, touching it, feeling the slickness of his cum seeping through the material of the trousers. The thought of you, a mortal, had driven him to the brink of madness, and he knew he would never forget this moment.

Muzan lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of his own pleasure. He knew that he would never be able to resist the allure of you, but he was more than okay with that.

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