Tag: bnha

1-A probs routinely uses the common living room as a public masturbation site tbh. It started with Kaminari and Mineta being gross out in the open but then people just kinda joining in. it doesn’t happen super often but people are also not batting an eyelash when they come down for lunch and one or two classmates are just casually jerking it :’ )

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

AllMight/EraserMic – SmallMigt; Impotence; Body Worship; Anal Orgasms – Hizashi and Aizawa take care of their man.

Toshinori is breathing quickly, then has to cough. He grimaces at the taste of blood and the spatter of it against the inside of his arm. Aizawa is there a moment later, face set in his neutral, almost tired expression.

He wipes at Toshinori’s mouth and chin with a damp towel, face going grim for a moment as Toshinori tries to turn his head away in embarrassment, then relaxing again when he becomes still once more with a sigh.

Next, his arm is being cleaned. Aizawa’s actions are at odds with his face: they are gentle and doting; very much attentive despite the heavy lidded stare of his eyes.

Hizashi is close by, his fingers still around Toshinori’s cock, though his tight slick grip has eased off into a loose, gentle hold. Toshinori is not hard, embarrassingly so, but it has still been exciting enough to send him into a coughing fit.

Hizashi stares at him intently over the rim of his triangular glasses. His shockingly bright eyes are assessing and heated. It still throws Toshinori for a loop to know that they don’t mind the large ugly scar, or his emaciated body; his feeble coughing, or, yes, the blood.

They are good boyfriends. The best, in fact. Aizawa slides in on his other side, murmuring something indistinct. He nudges and prods and bullies until Toshinori is on his side – the one without the scar – sandwiched securely between their naked bodies. Aizawa runs hotter than Hizashi. He is a brand at Toshinori’s back as he wordlessly urges one of his long, boney legs up, pointy knee sliding across Hizashi’s hip until the other holds it secure where it is.

He does not have enough power to fight against them and that makes it even more exciting.

Hizashi’s hand is still around his limp cock and when he squeezes around it, twisting his wrist as if he wants to jack him off, Toshinori becomes suddenly aware of his body’s failings again. He takes a deep breath, then concentrates so he doesn’t start coughing again.

He closes his eyes tightly and presses his forehead against Hizashi’s shoulder.

“Cute~~” Hizashi hums. Toshinori can feel himself flushing a dull, furious red.

And behind him, Aizawa slips one long, slender finger into him.

.o.

There’s no time feeling embarrassed anymore. There is barely enough time for him to breathe between the deep, almost aching waves of orgasm that have his whole body convulsing, centered around the shivering clenches of his anal walls.

Aizawa has hooked his chin across Toshinori’s shoulder. They’re both so close; right up in his personal space, breathing his air, watching every minute ecstatic twitch of his face as he comes for them, cock still limp and useless but his orgasms almost more intense for it.

It is… embarrassing how deeply they watch him come for them, but their warm hands are petting at his sides and they are murmuring encouragement, and that makes it easier.

Even Aizawa is positively cooing at him as he idly rounds the swell of his prostate, letting him get down from his recent orgasm but not letting the waves abate fully before he starts working him over once more.

Toshinori is sure he can’t come any more. He’s sure his heart will explode if he has just one more orgasm, but Hizashi is kissing at his mouth, his little fancy mustache tickling Toshinori’s upper lip.

“Gorgeous,” Hizashi croons, his hand travelling down again, slipping between Toshinori’s thighs. He’s not circling his long fingers around his cock this time, though; rather, he is cradling Toshinori’s sac, thumb pressing gentle but firm between the testicles, separating them in the delicate, warm skin.

Toshinori squirms. He can’t help the little “hah.. hah… hah”s he’s making. His belly is trembling again, muscles twitching and clenching down occasionally as Aizawa’s finger makes him get closer and closer towards another deep orgasm.

Hizashi kisses him when he comes, deep and intrusive, his tongue diving deep and dragging along his teeth while Toshinori can’t do anything about it except try to keep his mouth open while his body convulses and his insides turn into a hot liquid mess by the feel of it.

When Hizashi finally lets off of him, there is drool slipping from the corner of his mouth and he has trouble focusing properly.

He feels weird; almost… stuffy as if he is having a cold; and it takes his overworked brain a minute or two to figure out that Aizawa has activated his Quirk to keep Toshinori from accidentally becoming AllMight.

Aizawa hums, the lightheadedness vanishing as he snuggles closer, his finger slowly retreating to leave Toshinori’s hole clenching down on nothing, wet with lube and swollen from all the attention. He sidles closer still, nudging his naked cock against the back of his thigh, his warm breath puffing against Toshinori’s neck.

“Think you can take us?” he murmurs, voice so deep Toshinori can feel it in his bones. The thought of them fucking him now; him limp and helpless and still twitching from past orgasms is… it’s good, and scary.

How they can manipulate his emaciated body with ease; just put him however way they like it to slide their cocks deep and force however many more orgasms out of him…

“Yes” he croaks finally, all nervous and excited, reaching back to grab at Aizawa’s hip. “Please…”

Every time someone suggests that Shinso should or would use his Quirk to dubcon/noncon/rape somebody I‘m so… confused.

Are we even watching the same anime/reading the same Manga? I think he would bite his tongue off before he did anythink remotely questionable with his Quirk

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Masaru/AllMight;Mitsuki – second part to this – phone sex; cuckolding; dirty talk; extreme insertion – Mitsuki lets AllMight relate to her how he’s fucked her boy alone for the first time.

Mitsuki wriggles in place, tugging at the pillow behind her until she sits comfortably. She looks out at the beautiful skyline outside her hotel room while focused on the phone pressed against her ear.

“He’s been a good boy, I take it?”

AllMight chuckles on the other side, his usually booming voice kept carefully low.

“Of course he has. He’s been so nervous, though…”

Mitsuki smiles fondly. Oh, she knows. She thought he would start crying like a child when she told him she wanted him to have a good weekend with AllMight while she was gone visiting her sister.

“He’s sleeping now,” AllMight murmurs. She can just picture it: Masaru all tuckered out, snuggled against AllMight’s side; head pillowed on the broad, muscular chest.

“Tell me all about it.” Her hand slides down, fingertips slipping into her panties; just stroking the silky mound of her pubic bone for the moment while she listens to AllMight’s deep voice chuckle into her ear before he obliges her.

.o.

Masaru is so deathly nervous. He hasn’t looked AllMight in the eye since opening his door for him, hands traveling towards each other again and again before he jerks them back at his sides and rubbing the wet palms against his pants.

“Young Bakugo. He is in the dormitories, yes?” AllMight murmurs as he steps closer, gently crowding Masaru against the wall next to the bed. Masaru swallows hard. He turns his head to the side as AllMight steps right into his personal space. He nods nervously. AllMight can smell the sharp, near gasoline-like scent of Masaru’s Quirk activating against his will.

“That is good,” he murmurs, big hand lifting, touching the man’s jaw to tip his head up. “I wouldn’t want him bear witness to his father crying on his idol’s cock…”

Masaru looks taken aback, going pale for a second before all the color rushes back in and with a vengeance. He starts stuttering, but AllMight cuts him off, leaning down and kissing him slow and leisurely.

Masaru seems to regain his equilibrium somewhat after that. When AllMight sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning him closer, he easily falls to his knees between his thick thighs, waiting patiently as AllMight slowly pulls out his cock.

He dutifully looks at it; how big it is even in AllMight’s already large palm. How it is closer to the girth of Masaru’s own wrist.

A monster of a cock that he’s only ever taken when his wife was there to oversee it; talking him through it; gently, teasingly belittling him for how hot he is for AllMight and his sheer and overpowering *manliness*.

He seems to realize that, too, all of a sudden; that Mitsuki is not here to direct him; to hurt him by pulling at his hear or slapping his cheek to keep him from focusing on the insane stretch too much – and all of a sudden he becomes shy again. A bit frightened.

AllMight can see it in the flinch of his eyes even as he lets himself get pulled closer, kissing at the salty, wide tip. Lapping at it a bit clumsily because he still needs a lot of training pleasuring a man.

.o.

“I had to bully him into it,” AllMight murmurs on the other side of the phone and Mitsuki bites her lip, arches against her fingers sliding silkily round and round her clit.

“Was he that afraid?”

“He’s a good boy… but he’s frightened without his Mistress to guide him. He took it so well, though; cried himself out while he stretched him on my dick.”

Mitsuki lets her head fall against the wall behind her with a low groan, fingers sliding down and into her; fucking herself as she thinks about the immense stretch AllMight’s frankly ridiculous cock could give her.

“He always looks so shocked when you slide in,” she whines, “Always thinks he’s going to rip clean in two. Poor boy never took a big warm cock like yours before. I think he’d be so disappointed if I brought anybody else to play; no matter how much fuss he’s making now…”

AllMight chuckles again. It’s more than a purr now that he’s consciously keeping down; trying not to awaken Masaru after he’s been fucked delirious by him.

She can hear rustling on the other end, then the low, tired groan of her toy. She clenches her thighs.

“What are you-”

“He’s still so open and wet,” AllMight rumbles into her ear and her brain stalls as she thinks about how he must have pushed a couple fingers into her sleeping husband – just… just casually hooked them into his fucked out, sloppy hole.

.o.

“Take note how I do it, my friend,” AllMight laughs above him as he has one huge hand in the back of Masaru’s neck, holding him down as if the docile man could do anything other than just lying there and taking it like a good whore. He’s still whimpering; still so scared about that immense, mind-boggling stretch.

“This is how you are supposed to pleasure your wife! She has needs too, you know!” He leans down, easily ranging above Masaru, his widely smiling mouth next to his ear as he murmurs intimately: “I can show you. Even a cock like yours can satisfy a lady. You just need to learn to use it properly.”

His hips are pumping slow and measured. He can’t drill into Masaru like he can into his wife: Masaru is delicate in that way. He craves the degradation but also the intimacy. He likes making love even when that feels like AllMight is going to fuck straight through his belly.

“Maybe next time you’ll be allowed to enter her. It’s been a while since the last time, hasn’t it? Years, maybe? She is a kind lady, isn’t she? Let you rabbit hump her so many years ago; put Young Bakugo in her belly. And what a fine young man he is. You did very well, then, didn’t you? It is proof that you are not hopeless. Quite the contrary…”

He is running his mouth while Masaru lets him, listening with a bright red ear, his eyes glassy and mouth open; drooling into the bedding as he gets fucked by the Symbol of Peace.

.o.

Mitsuki listens. She has abandoned jerking off in favor of taking all of it in. She wishes there were cameras in her bedroom. That she would have been able to witness her husband’s total submission in front of the more virile, more *manly* AllMight.

God, but she loves her boy. Perfect, perfect Masaru.