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97th Batch Of Fics: 12th Fill

Crow/Orcs/Mitra – King's Raid – Part 1/5 – kidnapping; size queen; size difference; breeding kink; mind break; prolapse – It had been supposed to be Mitra's and Crow's big day. It kind of still is but in a very different way.

(A fic for the old game King's Raid. basically what's needed to know: Crow older guy, jaded because his wife and daughter got killed in a fire, now the leader of a mercenary band. There are two others that are part of the band but they don't really play any role in here except brief mentions.

Mitra, younger guy, hyper and a bit insane, calling Crow an 'old man' usually and being a pain in the ass.

The premise of the fic: they were about to get married but a band of Orcs raided and kidnapped them before they could.)

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Crow can barely think. The Orc’s huge hands are around his head, holding it tightly in its grip; just shy of splitting it open like a grape, he is pretty sure. Its cock is buried deep in his throat and its wild pubes are stuffed up his goddamn nose.

He can’t breathe, and therefore he can’t think beyond some primal impulses of: the floor is dirty. His suit is getting ruined beyond repair. Mitra will not let him live it down forever.

Not because the little shit actually cared but because he lived to be the bane of Crow’s existence. Among having become the most important person in his life. (He’s still struggling with that one. The constant, ad-nauseam reassurance of his own mind that he is not betraying his wife and daughter by marrying this mongrel. That he is not a huge piece of goddamn shit.)

The Orc grunts and pushes in deeper. Somehow. Crow’s eyes roll into the back of his skull which is throbbing painfully due to lack of oxygen. His throat is spread so wide on that thing’s cock. He can actively feel it pressing against his Adam’s Apple. He can feel the fat, swollen crown sitting somewhere in the vicinity of his clavicle and fuck he’s so full-

Another Orc grunts something close by and the first one suddenly moves backward. He pulls out in a long, delirious slide that seems to simply be unending. It keeps going and going, wet, slick sounds produced by Crow’s lips uselessly (helpfully) wrapped around the veiny, brown-green shaft.

When it finally slips free, it immediately droops under its own impressive weight, fat strings of saliva connecting it still to Crow’s mouth as he tries to double over, coughing, spluttering, heaving.

His whole stomach riots but there is nothing in there that he could spit out. The Orc party raided before the ceremony had even been concluded and he and his gang could have descended on the meager little buffet they’ve scrunched up for the occasion.

The gang. The thought about them had a surge of anxiety spike through his system. Would Kibera and Pansirone come to rescue them? Probably. They’d at least try. But there’s… there’s a lot of Orcs.

Crow’s screaming brain tries to make head or tails of the situation; where they were exactly (beyond ‘cave’) and how he could grab Mitra and get out of here – but he doesn’t even know where Mitra is.

He can hear the mongrel alright… but his whines and rhythmic ‘ah... hah… hah’s are bouncing off the wet walls surrounding them and don’t give him much more to go on other than ‘he’s getting fucked. I know the sounds that he makes when he’s getting fucked. And he’s definitely getting railed right now. And he’s liking it. He’s close to coming. Close to blowing his load all over for a bunch of goddamn Orcs.’.

It’s all very… yeah. Yeah, fuck, it’s all crowding in on Crow and he can’t think. The Orc in front of him is grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up from his slumped, almost worshiping kneel.

Crow’s face twists in pain as he peers up at him, trying to see anything that could give him an inkling as to what was about to happen. The Orc’s face is tight, though, the tusks large and capped with metal that makes them look freakishly sharp. Like a single bite would rip out his jugular like it was made of butter.

Those glittering little eyes were staring at him, thoughts behind them completely closed off to Crow. He had assumed that Orcs were just little more than animals, really, but he’s never come close enough to really confirm that for himself. And now he has to realize that he had been wrong all his life and the propaganda had been just that. Propaganda. Stupid shit fed to him and the rest of the world and now here he is for his troubles; grabbed up by a bunch of Orcs that are so much more intelligent than he ever gave them credit for.

His insides are liquid hot and it has nothing to do with Orc cum because the beast still hadn’t unloaded inside him.

The thought had his gaze flicking down, staring at the massive brown-green cock hanging there. Fat veins pulsing along the shaft, visibly pushing blood through them. The crown was a curious shape, really; fatter than a human’s for sure. Blocky, almost; thick and spongy and just barely shaped in a way that would allow it to even fit inside a human body.

Crow stares at it, trying to figure out how that thing had been wedged down his throat a few moments prior. He can feel his brain starting to get mushy and this time it has nothing to do with a lack of oxygen and more with the continued pleasured cries of fucking Mitra getting his rocks off somewhere in this cave.

It’s better than hearing him getting tortured, he figures. It leaves him feeling less vulnerable and on the verge of a panic attack. He can’t lose someone else that has gotten this important to him… even if it was just the mongrel.

The mongrel he had been minutes from marrying if not for the Orcs suddenly raiding the tiny clearing. How even did they…

The warrior in front of him grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back. He says something in low, gravelly grunts. Crow has no idea what he is saying, but he sounds perfectly smug as he grabs his cock with the other hand and lifts the fat meat, pressing that impossible crown back to Crow’s mouth.

There’s nothing for it. Without a clear plan for escape, Crow can’t risk getting his damn teeth smashed in by these bastards – or getting killed.

He opens his mouth wide and the Orc sinks back into him with a grunt. Mitra’s wails keep bouncing off the wet walls of the cave. Or… cavern, probably. It seemed impossibly large. Improbably large, even.

The sound of Mitra getting bounced on cock, and the thought that if his dick was anywhere near as big as the one currently being crammed down Crow’s throat was doing… things to Crow. He can admit that, even if only to his own eternally grumpy self.

It helps, at least. Gets his mind even more mushy. Gets him less panicked about the lack of oxygen and more interested in getting his nose stuffed back against the coarse Orc pubes to inhale the unholy musk wafting off the thing. It’s body odor is strong enough to produce almost visible little clouds of it and Crow can feel his insides starting to twist in on themselves, cock stirring in his once perfectly clean suit pants.

There were Orcs all around them. Some in skimpy warrior leathers, some in frayed robes that made them look like monks. They were all moving around, doing… things. Crow tries to look but when his head is grabbed and he’s yanked forward, the last inch of cock lodging itself back into the same position it had been a few minutes prior, he stops worrying about figuring shit in his vicinity out and just worries about not accidentally biting; and squeezing in whatever oxygen he can around the massive dick functioning him into a cock sleeve.

The Orc standing above him grunts, low and strained. He can feel the massive balls pressed against his chin throb, then pull up a split second before the first hot splash of cum is deposited quite neatly right down his oesophagus. There is no need for him to swallow. It’s almost considerate.

If it would ever stop.

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I fear I just had a nasty thought 🫣

~and so naturally I come here to share it 😆

But imagine with me for a moment:

Omega!bakugo, unaware that Allmight's big buff body isn't real goes to him in the beginning of one of his first feral heats, expecting a strong pro!hero alpha able to handle his feral behavior, only to find small might instead?

Thoughts?

Oh fuck??? Bakugo going in there cocksure - cock first, actually, he slouches like the fucking delinquent he is - and expecting to get roughed up something nice.

He wants to completely let loose. Go absolute feral brain and not have to think a single thought during his whole heat. He just *knows* he can use AllMight like a chew toy. He wants to *bite him up* and scratch and mark and fucking *strangle* his knot in his pussy.

Only when the teacher‘s lounge opens up it‘s SmallMight and Bakugo‘s mouth fills with saliva.

He still goes feral, but in a hilariously maternal way. Forces AllMight down to groom him. Spits fucking abuse at him when he tries to get up at any point.

Digs his nails like claws into his bony shoulders to hold him down so he can ride him.

*at no point is AllMight allowed to take any kind of initiative*.

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Koichi : tries to dominate knuckle duster

Koichi : only finds out he has a humiliation kink and gets knuckle duster to force him down so the omega can groom him.

Yessss absolutely omg

Koichi getting unintentionally bitched by Knuckleduster.

Knuckleduster lets him try to work his fingers into his neck some more, just tolerating him like a lion would tolerate a playing cub until he gets bored and curls one massive arm around Koichi to pull him in and get at his hair.

Koichi struggles ofc but stuck in Knuckleduster‘s armpit he quickly starts to feel like he‘s going to actually lose consciousness. The body odor is *intense*. He can even feel the moisture of his armpit hair damp on the back of his neck. It‘s fucking disgusting but it gets him cross-eyes like nothing else.

Like he starts to breathe through his mouth, tongue held to direct the air up against his palate, just scenting Knuckleduster and going woozy from it.

Knuckle doesn‘t even notice the effect he‘s got on him. He just starts grooming him roughly with wide swipes of his bristled tongue. Once he starts purring like a rusty engine, Koichi feels his legs just give out and he slumps bonelessly in Knuckle‘s grip.

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Pop Step probably eggs Koichi on to act more like an Alpha and put his foot down with Knuckleduster so he either stops smoking in their hideout or just gets lost in general. (She doesn‘t want that, though, she kind of likes KD.)

And Koichi, bless his heart, actually tries 😭 he grips Knuckleduster‘s arm when he throws it around in agitation because the baseball game isn‘t going the way he wants it to, and he digs his fingers in against his scent gland.

Knuckle pauses and throws him a little sideways glance but then another shit thing happens and he just rips his arm out of Koichi‘s grip to start screaming at the TV some more.

Koichi kicking things up a notch and trying to *scruff* him which finally gets Knuckle‘s attention. There‘s no simpering, though… no submissive crouching or soft, droopy eyes. Nothing of the shit that *should* be happening according to the romance novels Koichi might or might not like to read.

Instead Knuckle is just staring him down with a blank face. „The fuck are you on about today, kid?“ his face twists a little. „you wanna… cuddle or something? Bit too old fer that if ya ask me but-"

„What? No! I‘m dominating you right now!“

Knuckle‘s face goes blank again.

„…Ah. Well, don‘t let me stop you. Have fun.“

Koichi feeling like he got *castrated* in the blink of a damn eye.

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God the sports festival arc is SO HORNY

Aizawa and Mic together? Horny. Delicious.

Shinsou being a creep and pretty and lurking? Fucking phenomenal.

BAKUGO GOING ABSOLUTELY OFF THE DEEP END DURING CAVALRY BATTLE???? FUUUUCKKK HE‘S UNHINGED

And also finally Endeavor sighting 🥵🥵🥵👹👹👹 he‘s so chunky in that older art style. Fuck I wanna bite him until he bleeds

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man you’ve Always got my vibes wasn’t sure how down you’d be for that dynamic but you whoo. Whoo. was barely even starting to think that but yes shinso pushing boundaries in the name of quirk practice and looking into aizawa’s eyes with baited breath for the loss of control due to pain and aizawa sometimes starting to hang around shinso at unscheduled times hoping he’ll drop him out of his head and bring him back with some new ache. shinso pushing boundaries pushing up his teacher’s sleeves and blowing on the hair of his arms to see if it makes him shiver, to see if that pulls him out of it (his skin rises in goodebumps but he stays under). he should test different things than pain and see if that undoes the quirk, right? and aizawa’s encouraged him to be not as scared of his quirk, to get a little playful maybe. if he shaves aizawa’s legs he was just playing with water and sensations and seeing how that affected his control of his quirk, not about getting his hands on aizawa in a plausibly deniable way. if he sits on his lap and touches his face and neck and dips his fingers under his shirt he was just seeing if the pressure would make his legs go numb. wondering if pins and needles would wake him before he slapped him aware. experimenting with different kinds of pain because they break his mental hold differently and accumulating some bdsm equipment - ladder of welts on the back of aizawa’s thigh because that’s safer than other places. having such perfect control that he can press on it afterward and feel the heat of the red swollen skin with aizawa none the wiser. electricity leaving no marks but aizawa’s muscles jump randomly sometimes. makes shinso feel like doctor frankenstein. and he gets to watch aizawa endure it for a second awake before he pulls the current painful enough to break his hold away. fingers in his mouth to see if choking would wake him up - and if it does the question is is will aizawa’s gag reflex wear out sooner or will shinso figure out how to keep mental hold of his teacher while he’s gagging around his fingers sooner? and if he’s had him gagging around his fingers and walking around hoarse for days it’s basically nothing to kiss him then. even bite his lips red. maybe even if he gets caught with his hand down aizawa’s pants he can say he was testing if he can hold on to someone mentally through arousal. it might not be a fair trial because after all this practice aizawa’s mind is smooth and trusting under his quirk, ready for him to do whatever he wants. maybe he could even get him to come while he’s under and leave him none the wiser in the afterglow. maybe he should start with playing with his nipples, that’s more plausibly deniable - less so if he’s caught sucking on them. all sorts of things he could try. he’s never done with playing with aizawa -🧊

gooddddddd yessss Shinsou absolutely losing the plot after the like third session and Aizawa starting to realize it but not doing anything against it. Because he's as much into Shinsou as Shinsou is into him and they *can't do this* but under the guise of helping him practice with his Quirk...?

Shinsou fantasizing during classes just how to push a tiny bit more. How to be just a little bit more unhinged. What will it take for Aizawa-sensei to finally slam down his boot and tell him he can't do these things to him??

He has him open his pants and lean over his desk with them around his knees. He's still wearing his boxers but he's standing there like he is the disobedient school boy, his thighs all vulnerable and pale and covered with coarse, dark hairs.

Shinsou flogs him and maybe... just maybe rubs the tip of his weeping cock against those angry red welts. Smears his pre-cum there. Imagines jerking off on his sensei's hurt but chickening out last second.

He waits in class the next day, nauseous with excitement and trepidation, knowing that this time Aizawa will tell him off.

But he doesn't. He stalks into class like nothing happened. Tells them to shut up and get on their seats with that same, deep monotone mumbling.

Starts talking to them about hero ethics and what do do in a situation where a Victim does not want to be saved for XYZ reason.

Shinsou barely listens. Just stares at him. Knows he's got those welts underneath his baggie clothes. Wills him to say something. But Aizawa doesn't even look at him.

That is, until he gives them all assignments and he goes to sit down at the teacher's desk and Shinsou can see it. The barest flicker of hesitation before he sits down. The opening of his mouth as he exhales roughly once the welts hit is seat.

And then his dark eyes flickering over to Shinsou. Looking at him for a half second before looking back down at whatever it is he has to write while they work.

It's when Shinsou realizes just the type of power he's got over him. That Aizawa-sensei will, in fact, not stop him. That he'll let Shinsou do whatever his emerging little Dom heart could desire.

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97th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Roadhog/Junkrat – small fill – werehog Roadhog; human Junkrat; sloppy; messy; saliva as lube – Junkrat is just a glutton for punishment so he keeps coming back to the feral man in the woods.

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“Hoggy! Oh-o-oh Hoggy!!” Junkrat’s voice has climbed into a register that is barely even audible. His skinny, long legs – or what’s left of them – are splayed wide and twitching in the air while Mako presses his flat nose against his ass and snuffles low and satisfied.

He’s spent the better part of an hour eating the little squirming treat out while Junkrat became more and more unhinged in his behavior; loud and brash and babbling more, somehow, the longer Mako forced him to remain in one spot and one spot only.

Mako nudges his tongue back against Junkrat’s hole, testing out how soft and giving the rim already is for him. It feels buttery, fluttering weakly but ultimately completely capitulating after he’s forced his fat tongue in over and over and over again-

Junkrat’s cock is lying in a thick puddle of his own cum. His tightly muscled belly keeps heaving. The twitches always going through his body have taken on a different kind of cadence, so Mako decides to finally have a modicum of pity. He pulls back, thick strands of saliva dripping from his face and the tusks that he had been unable to keep back.

He’s human… but only just so.

Junkrat exhales a wheezing, high-pitched sigh when for a few blessed moments, nothing is touching his swollen, pathetic hole. His skinny legs fall down on the ground, twitching every now and then while Mako keeps leaning across him, face close enough to his long, skinny cock to make him feel the hot huffs of his breath.

Everything is wet. Where there isn’t Junkrat’s cum there is Mako’s spit; thick and bubbled into a froth as it clings to the insides of Junkrat’s thighs or where it has pushed up to be smeared around his brick red dick.

It’s covering his balls, tight and pulled up to his body, in a fine froth like shaving cream.

Junkrat slowly tilts his head, his sharp chin angling down to stare at Mako with those huge, luminous eyes that never quite manage to look sane. His hair is standing up in all directions and he’s extending his hand to touch one of Mako’s tusk with trembling fingertips.

“Hey,” he says. Mako just grunts low and piggish. He can’t help it. Fucking with Junkrat always got him riled up and not quite able to control his own body. “Sooo… whatcha thinkin’ about, big guyyy?” Junkrat sing-songs with a broken voice. Like Mako hadn’t been fucking him with his tongue for an hour. Like he hadn’t come so often that he looks still al little cross-eyed.

Like Mako’s cock wasn’t so goddamn hard it hurts.

Mako rolls his eyes and grunts. He shuffles forward. His cock is massive compared to Junkrat, but there’s also a ton of thick, slick, messy spit everywhere to smooth the glide.

Junkrat howls again when his burning rim gets stretched slowly on Mako’s cock, but in the middle of the woods, there is nobody to hear him cry as he slowly and methodically gets stuffed with cock, saliva squelching noisily as it gets displaced and beaten into a new froth. It still drips from Mako’s face, getting all over his skinny friend.

Junkrat doesn’t seem to mind the mess as long as he gets the adrenaline rush of getting absolutely fucked and dominated by Hog.

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by the by just a reminder that this month is a MASSIVE 20 fill batch, so you can still look forward to two full weeks of fics!

then we have a week of nothing and start the next batch on the 4th! (and I already got a Jayvik fic planned with @Fujo that will knock your panties off, just saying)

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aizawa letting shinso experiment on him with his quirk… shinsou puts him under and then pokes him with a needle to test how much pain someone can be in before his hold on their mind breaks… his hold gets stronger and shinso causes him more and more little hurts. he can’t help liking the ones that leave marks more. he works on duration too, keeping someone under for a long time, gently gently brushes aizawa’s hair out and carefully braids it. it’s enough to seem like a little prank when aizawa wakes up and sure enough aizawa just rolls his eyes. but he doesn’t take it out. it’s obvious someone did it for him to everyone who sees him for the rest of the day. if things keep going on like this if aizawa keeps tolerating and encouraging him with his quirk he might start getting greedy. -🧊

DduuuuuUUUUUUDEEEEeeeEee??

Aizawa accidentally letting Shinsou train him as a sub, tho???

Like he‘s getting low key high key addicted to the loss of control. Starts to look forward to the bruises he can see starting to form on his body. The better Shinsou‘s control becomes, the less he can actually remember how they got there.

He‘ll stand under the shower and dig his fingers into them and fantasize how they got their. It‘s… problematic. He logically, rationally should put a stop to this so he doesn‘t get addicted to his student having complete control over him.

But then Shinsou does something so gentle as brush out and braid his hair??? And he put a pink hair band in probably just to be a little shit but Aizawa genuinely likes it. Likes others see it and they know he got claimed.

Only they think he‘s got a boyfriend. Someone HIS OWN FUCKING AGE. Maybe they think it‘s Hizashi. But no. It‘s his own fucking protege and Aizawa is so so deep in trouble.

But he doesn‘t stop it. Even when he goes to undress for the shower again and sees something written in sharpie high up on his inner thigh: ‚hi sensei‘

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Broooo I'm so horny rn and all I can think about is your omegaverse MHA lore. I love omega bakugo more than I can explain!! Would Aizawa ever let anyone else dick down the feral omega? Maybe to teach him a lesson ? ~👀

He aaaaabsolutely would let others have a go at him.

He pretends like he doesn‘t care. Tells himself that it is rational and logical to not put a collar on that spicy little bastard and send him out into the wilds again and again after breeding him silly.

He tells himself that he absolutely doesn‘t mind because Bakugo is such an objectively shitty guy. Not even a shitty Omega, just a nasty garbage can of a personality.

And the thing is… Aizawa *likes* it. He can *feel* himself be drawn to that. The constant bitching and fighting and feral gremlin behavior. He *likes* dominant Omegas. He likes when they fully lean into their nature and don‘t give a single inch for any posturing Alphas.

He doesn‘t *mind* when Bakugo goes fucking around - but a part of him keeps hoping that he‘ll come back to him at the end of the day and that‘s *so* not rational it makes him grit his teeth until he gets a migraine.

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the thought of shinsou having aizawa under his quirk but not allowing himself to touch aizawa. Just sitting back to admire, what would aizawa do after?

There‘s only a tiny crack in Shinsou‘s concentration. He‘s too engrossed in watching his teacher‘s fist slide along his cock; too interested in how the red, wet crown keeps reappearing from the loose hang of his foreskin, flashing him like a blinking traffic light every other second.

It‘s just a tiny crack. A juvenile lack in judgement, but it is enough for Aizawa to wedge his nails into and wrench the door open wider.

One second he is obediently masturbating for his student - the next his eyes are glowing red and his hair has lifted from his shoulders as he finally is able to break the cool mist that had laid itself across his thoughts.

He can see Shinsou‘s eyes widen in a split second of reallzation before he‘s on him, hand against his student‘s throat, slamming him backwards and into the ground.

He can hear the air leaving Shinsou‘s lungs in a wheezing gasp. It‘s not the first time he‘s been rough to him, but it‘s the first time he doesn‘t relent; straddling the boy with his hand mercilessly around his neck.

„…Naughty. That… wasn‘t hero like at all, was it?“

He can feel Shinsou go perfectly still beneath him at those words, his tired amethyst eyes snapping open, unsettling white pupils landing on his teacher.

Aizawa exhales roughly. He relents the grip on Shinsou‘s neck just enough to let him breathe but at the same time settles his weight more firmly on him. A grown man letting this kid bear his whole weight unrepentantly, desperately hot erection snuggled against his belly into his gym clothes.

„…you were curious. It‘s normal for your age. I suppose.“ his fingers dig in against Shinsou‘s throat, watching his white pupils expand until they almost eclipse his amethyst irises. It makes him look wild like a little feral animal. „Don‘t let it happen again.“

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Do you think shinsou would ever accidentally use his quirk on Aizawa and be a perv about it 👀

You know… I think Aizawa would actually be the *only* person he‘d accidentally use it on and be a perv about it 👀👀👀

Aizawa-sensei has always shown that he‘s not afraid of Shinsou‘s power and that he doesn‘t think it‘s a villain Quirk and that *immediately* made Shinsou hyperfixate on him.

Full on zeroes in on his teacher to a very unhealthy degree. Absolute puppy love and hero worship and Aizawa notices it ofc (EVERYBODY knows Shinsou loves his sensei) but he doesn‘t dissuade him soooo… it‘s kind of his bad that it happens in the first place.

He probably kind of angled for it to happen?

(That‘s at least how Shinsou rationalizes it when he has Aizawa brainwashed.)

He doesn‘t… like… raaaape him. He just… makes him undress. So he can look at sensei. Can commit it all to memory. Maybe make him jerk off for him, too…

Oh sensei‘s cock is so big…

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Shinsou unable to help himself when he sees how deeply Aizawa is asleep and finagling that dick out of his pants so he can keep it all snug and warm in his mouth. Goes doe eyed and swimm-y in his head the second he got that warm, flaccid dick on his tongue.

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omegaverse bakugo/knuckleduster/aizawa knuckleduster in heat just needing to fuck anything any way he can get it really - likes getting fucked better but is perfectly willing to lazily leverage his bulk to hold someone down and rub his dick inside them - which makes bakugo so mad because in heat he’s switching between feral and lashing out and emotionally vulnerable sex kitten unless he’s actively on a knot and properly scented by an alpha. aizawa drinking a bottle of water and giving his dick a break while bakugo’s muzzled and growling an clawing grooves into the hardwood floor while knuckleduster leans on his back and tries to grind his dick even further inside him, yelling and thrashing body not sure if he should be pushing towards or away. aizawa’s too concerned about his well being to do this but sometimes he’s just too much fucking trouble and knuckleduster wraps his arm around his throat and pulls him down on his dick - lack of air getting him red faced and docile and dizzy and clenching until he recovers and it starts again. aizawa and knuckleduster fucking right over bakugo’s head because he’s being a brat and it isn’t his fucking turn and it’s wet enough that it’s dripping on his face and knuckleduster’s dick is on his forehead and bakugo’s whining but sticking his tongue out to try and catch what drips through the muzzle. -🧊

Ah fuuuck Knuckleduster going into heat first and then Bakugo following like damn clockwork because that‘s how contrary of a little bitch he is and it‘s just Aizawa‘s lot in life to be endlessly tested and tormented.

(He doesn‘t say that he thinks it‘s cute that Bakugo went into a sympathy heat with KD. KD‘s pheromones so aggressively overwhelming that they practically forced the kid into heat alongside him.)

Knuckle keeps grinding out pleas for Aizawa‘s cock and his voice is just so uniquely not suited for simpering whining but he makes up for it in sheer nastiness when he swings his fat ass and dripping cunt through the air and is like: „C‘mon, boss! You can just ram it right in. Just fuck my belly open up to my throat, yeah? Ram me into the ground. Can pull me on your fist like a fuckin‘ glove if ya wanna, boss.“

His cunt is like a stop sign; bright red and pointing right at Aizawa. It‘s so swollen in heat; blooming open like the juiciest rose, beckoning him in while Bakugo is panting next to them, crouched low like he wants to pounce but too occupied with shaking his head and trying to dislodge his muzzle. He looks completely out of it already. All dumb lizard brain in charge, and Aizawa‘s kind of getting worried about getting his cock anywhere near him.

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But can you just *imagine* KD‘s massive muscle body squatting over Bakugo‘s head while Aizawa mounts him 🥵👹

His cunt so hot and reeking it *steams* and Bakugo goes practically cross-eyed from it. He keeps kicking out his legs like he‘s fighting against someone, but he‘s not being held down.

All that keeps him lying there getting suffocated by older fertile Omega pussy is his own desperate need.

The *shlk shlk shlk* sounds of Aizawa‘s cock dragging through that clinging silk. KD is so much bigger than them but his cunt hugs a cock like a damn dream.

KD panting with his tongue lolling out, too feral brained to talk anymore while Bakugo keeps shoving his muzzle up against them trying to lick and bite. Eventually he‘s settling for lapping up the mess of slick and pre cum and frothy cum that has been fucked into KD earlier and is getting pushed out now…

Aizawa feeling like his heart is going to give out because he‘s severely underestimated how desperate and crazy these two Omegas in particular can get.

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Weeeh I heard Shinsou‘s English voice for the first time and it‘s so nice and soothing 😭 he‘s such a pretty boi

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oh good I just realized that the game I was talking about is almost 10 years old now :') time is running through my fingers

Any interest in the Doom Slayer from the Doom games? particularly the new dark ages game? He's big and breedable!

I am always interested in Doom Slayer! I remember he was super funny/adorbs in one of the last games with his antics? Like fist bumping a collectible toy in game or smth?

I'll have to see what new game you're talking about tho.

but we're all in agreement that he fucks demons or gets fucked by them yes?

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The thought of Koichi just having to stand guard while knuckle deepthroat some random who turned out to not have any information anyways.

Especially if it's alpha!Koichi.

IT'S DELICIOUS RIGHT???

especially the added 'that guy doesn't even have any info' is so funny OmL

Knuckle taking it on the chin because he's deranged and doesn't let any setback really put him down. And also he's cumdrunk and got his mask all sticky with it because he pulled back at the last possible moment and jerked the guy off onto his face, mouth open and tongue lolling out for his treat.

Koichi having to stand there like the most pitiable cuck out there, watching this massive Omega slobbering sloppy style all over that beta cock and worshiping it and probably sucking goddamn hickeys against the base of his cock where no knot is forming while Koichi is standing there slouched drowning in his AllMight hoodie, being so so so jealous.