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imagines-mha · 9 months

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~Obsessive Lover~

Ticci Toby Ver./ Kinks, Fetishes, and other Head-canons

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A/N: Starting a small series to kick off the blog. Currently taking requests, so drop a name and I'll tell you what kind of lover I think they are.

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NSFW under the cut! MDNI!

Toby is definitely an undercover pervert, and you'd never know the amount of times he sneaks a peek at you any chance he gets. He adores stalking any social media you have, saving your pictures to any device he can get his hands on even before you make anything official with him. Loves taking pictures of you when you're not paying any attention for material for later.

Sneaks into your room and steals anything that smells like you. At first it threw you off, but being the sick individual that you are, it started to intrigue you when some of your things wound up missing and for awhile you couldn't figure out why some of your favorite underwear wound up missing.

That is until you finally got with Toby for the first time and found a pair under his pillow.

This man loves to stare.

Even before you started your relationship with him.

You bend to get something and his eyes are glued onto your ass until you raise back up. You notice that he does it after some time, even going as far as wearing low-cut shirt and leaning into him just to get his eyes on you and watch the way he drinks you in.

It's intoxicating, you can feel his eyes burning through you anytime you're in the same room together, it's one of the things that drew you to him in the first place.

He's a very touchy lover, despite probably not being a big fan of touch from anybody else, but he just can't get enough. Expect to be groped and have his hands on you at any point in time.

He was taken in as a proxy super young, so the sheer pent up sexual aggression he has is unmatched after not having a chance in his youth with other women. You'd never know that until you got in the sheets with him though.

He adores the way your face turns a pretty red when he wraps his hands around your throat mid-fuck.

Toby has no knowledge of pain and sometimes can't gauge it on someone else so he definitely needs someone that can handle a beating in bed. You'll be left with bruising and scratches for weeks.

Loves biting and nibbling on you to hear any sound that comes from you due to it. It just drives him on until you're a bruised up mess under him.

A sadistic lover as well, loves watching you cry from it all being too much. Too much pain as well as too much pleasure at the same time can be a combo that absolutely tears you apart but he just knows if you didn't like it you wouldn't keep coming back to him for more.

The more confident he gets the less his stutter comes out, You can't convince me otherwise. It was very prominent early on in your relationship, lacing its way into almost every sentence, but as he gets more comfortable and knowing that you're not there as some sick joke, it still comes but he can form his sentences a little better.

Which also means that when his ego spikes from having you as a writhing mess under him, his mouth is absolutely dripping with seductive tease. It's like a switch flips inside of him, throwing you for a loop when he whispers the most vile things into your ear while he's balls deep.

Loves to call you his, going as far to whisper "Mine" in your ear when in close proximity to him. Calls you some of the best pet names around every one around you because he wants everyone to know what's his.

Loves when you show the bruises he gave you, prefers when you don't try to cover them up. Going as far as trying to wipe off the concealer on your throat that covers up the most recent one that he gave you when you do attempt to cover them up.

And if anyone else so much as thinks to lay a hand on you, he already has their hand in a vice grip, and then he fucks you later to solidify that you belong to him.

Toby is possessive as hell, and once you're finally his you're not getting out of it alive.

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NSFW Slenderman Commission

Thank you bow for commissioning me 🌸<3

TW/CW: Smut. Monster fucking, Tentacles, Double penetration, Dom/sub dynamics, Overstimulation, Non-human genitalia, Double cock? Double cock. Oral, Mutual Masturbation

Obviously minors need to fuck away from this post.

WC: 3k

Slimy. That’s what this felt like. That’s what he felt like as he touched you. He was so gentle at first, testing your limits—seeing what boundaries he could push. Another tendril slunk out from behind him, making you wonder just how many he had. By the looks of it—two massaging your chest, another in your mouth, and yet another wrapped around your neck (not counting the four that held your body up)—it was a good amount. Some tendrils suctioned your skin as they passed. Very quickly, then they’d move onto another bare spot. The longer a tendril cupped your skin, the darker the mark would be when it left. Love bites that practically burned with more than just a simple desire.

“Do you like this?” He asked almost hesitantly, the expression on his face unknown as he seemingly looked down at you. His voice had deep static undertones that made you shiver. You wondered just where he was looking, or if his vision even worked like that. Finally, you nodded. He tsked. “No, no. Use your words, my love.” That was hard with a tentacle in your mouth, swirling around and pulling on your tongue. “Ye…yez.” You think he smiled, the corners of his white face where his smile should be were pulled up. “Good girl.” You felt yourself twitch at his words, making you pulsate in all the right spots.

“Now, before we start,” he removed a tentacle from your mouth, letting it slink down and move to your thighs, messing with the skin there teasingly and slowly moving inwards. “Tell me what you like.” You huffed, the tendril that teased your inner thighs distracting you. “I…,” another huff, “I like you.” A sound akin to laughing left him. “I meant something a bit…different. But I’ll keep that in mind.” You look away, a tad bit embarrassed. “Are you ready, little one?” You start to nod but catch yourself. “Yes. I’m ready.” “And what exactly are you ready for?” You whimper, not knowing what kind of answer he wants. His cock? His tentacles? “You. ‘M ready for you.”

“Good.” In little to no time at all your sleep shorts are on the ground, cold air rushing at your now bare folds. “Oh? Nothing on underneath? Did you expect this, little one?” You shake your head ‘no’ immediately, but he doesn’t say anything in response—not letting you know if he believes you or not.

You notice that so far his hands haven’t moved from his side. The only way he’s touched you is with inky tendrils. You don’t get much more time to think about it before your shirt is pulled over your head next. He hums, looking over you slowly. Does he like the way you look? The way you curve here and dip there? You’ve never been so bare before him. You have yet to be completely naked, but the way his pale gaze pierces through you makes you feel as though you are. You might as well be. You fight the urge to whine as a sneaky tendril unclips your bra, letting it fall in a heap with the rest of your belongings. He’s so slow, so methodical. Far too gentle with you.

Your patience wanes as he moves around your body, grabbing you in every place besides the one you most need him in. You wonder if begging will get you what you want—but realize that you’ve both just barely started. To beg now would only reveal just how desperate you are for him. Your pride wouldn’t allow it—not so soon, at least. Slender seems to have a different idea however, speaking up as if he had read your thoughts. “Where do you want to be touched?” The air leaves your lungs all too suddenly. You’d never had to ask for what you wanted during any sexual encounter. It was simply expected and given to you, and you had always returned it with the same principle in mind.

“I…I…,” you trail off, the words getting caught just behind your tongue. He leans down, his breath fanning your face. “You?” A light blush creeps up onto your cheeks, but you can’t even think to hide it with your hands—especially when they’re being held above your head like so. “Hmmm? How about here?” A tentacle tightens around your chest, sliding across one nipple and catching the other in one of his many suction cups. You can’t help but whine. Yes here. Absolutely here, is what you’re thinking—but you need him elsewhere too. This is so delicious—his attention is so delicious—but it would be angelic to receive this sort of attention a bit…lower. “No? Yes?” A simple whimper of, “yes,” is all you can get out to him. It’s the mixture of pleasure and the excitement of being bare before him that leaves you breathless.

“Yes what?” Your mind stutters for a split second, wondering what exactly he wants you to say. You can’t do much more thinking however, his tendrils quickening their pace just the smallest bit, leaving you once again incapable of coherent thought. “Ya-yes sir.” Slender lets out a heavy gush of air, and you can swear you saw something twitch in the corner of your eye. “Where else do you wish to be touched?” Your hips stuttering should be enough of an answer for this otherworldly being, but he seems to completely ignore it, instead focusing solely on your mouth which gapes with anticipation. “Lower…,” is what you mumble out embarrassingly. “Lower?” His static voice has a coy edge to it, questioning you even though he already so obviously knows the answer. “Mhm, lower. Please.” “Please what?” You sigh, wondering if pride was even a factor in this exchange anymore.

As one of his tendrils slides down your stomach you decide very quickly that it is in fact not a factor, and that you would throw more than just your pride away to have this man touch you. “Please touch my pussy, Sir.” You gulp, wondering if that was too forward. He didn’t seem to think it was based on his eagerness. “Since you asked so nicely…,” his voice trails off as two tendrils pull your legs apart, spreading you out in front of him. You can’t help but gasp as chilled air reaches you, his eyeless face seemingly fixated on what drips in front of him. Slowly but surely a tentacle begins to explore you, dancing around your clit but never meeting it. Frustrated, you roll your hips to create any sort of friction, but your efforts turn out to be fruitless when a tendril finds its way around your hips, holding them in place. Another tsk leaves him. You can’t tell if your desperate actions amuse or annoy him.

“Be still. Patience, little one.” You’re not sure how he can expect you to be patient when he’s still fully dressed and dipping into your folds so agonizingly slowly. At this point you’re just a moment away from begging him to fuck you already. As if he can sense this, he speaks again. “Was that all it took? Just a bit of playing with your nipples? You’re dripping, princess.” You know he’s right, but despite the raging shameful blush on your cheeks you can’t seem to help but whine some more.

Almost mercifully, a tentacle brushes over your clit, making your hips buck as much as they can while being held into place like this. The way he’s touching you so slowly makes you ache with need. “Please, sir,” you can’t help but whine out loudly. “Please what? Tell me what you need, love.” He pulls lightly at your nipple, sparks lighting in your stomach right after. “Mm. You. Inside me. Please, sir.” Another brush over your clit has you practically drooling. His attention is more than enough to drive you over the brink. Either he knows what he’s doing and he’s doing it great—or you’re just so insanely horny for him that it all feels like heaven. You can’t tell if he’s going to give into your pleas or continue teasing you—barely touching you yet still somehow showering you with physical attention. You’ve never been so needy after such little preparation, but the way his touches barely linger yet burn for so long afterwards has you craving them like a wild animal. The need is primal and bordering on ravenous.

“You want it that badly?” You nod immediately, your head shaking up and down a bit too quickly in a way that comes off as desperate, more so because it’s before he’s even finished his sentence fully. You swear he’s grinning under that blank face of his, his reactions becoming more transparent the more you engage with him. “Words, princess. Use them. I won’t tell you again.” Sucking in a breath of air, you respond as best as you can. “Yes. Ye-. absolutely yes. I want you so badly.” You roll your hips, hoping that’ll somehow get you what you want and at this point—what you need. Your prayers are fulfilled when finally an inky tendril starts to enter you. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of being slowly but barely filled. “How does it feel to be touched by me?” “Mmm…ngh—!” Is the extent of what you can get out. Too busy stretching yourself around him and letting your body get used to the burning that occurs as you get accustomed to the foreign object inside of you.

The tentacle inside of you is small compared to some of his others, but you’re glad he started with it. He pulls it out only a bit, only to push it further in right after. You moan, legs starting to shake as he moves—not too fast but definitely with a bit of force. Your back arches as he curls it inside of you, a pressure building in your lower stomach slowly. Another tentacle begins to rub your clit in circles, then rubbing up and down between your folds. As he picks up speed you become a twitching mess. “What do you want, my love?” ‘To cum’—is what you think you’ve said—but you can’t be too sure when your thoughts are this much of a haze. All you can feel is him touching you, almost but not quite filling you. You yelp when you feel another tendril entering you. You shiver, reaching out for something to hold. All you can reach is more tendrils suspended in air. Frustrated, you whine out.

“Hm,” he hums out questioningly. “Touch me.” Slender’s head tilts. “Aren’t I already touching you?” He isn’t. He hasn’t touched you with his hands, his body. He hasn’t brought you closer to him. You feel so far away. “I want to feel you. Let me-please—ahh-,” a suction cup meeting with your clit silences any words you may have gotten out previously. He can’t seem to understand why you would ever want to feel him, but he takes a step forward anyways. You motion him closer as his tendrils finally take a break on your weary and abused body. Your hands meet the skin on his neck, cool and soft. You feel him shiver under your touch, and slowly—oh so very slowly—you undress his top half. Undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. You need help reaching certain parts of him, but he’s ever so helpful during the process.

You run your mouth down his stomach, kissing under one bump and licking another. You reach for his hand, bringing it to your face and showing him how to hold you. It feels so good to be held—really, and truly held—by him. Not even in just a sexual way. “Is this what you wanted, little one?” You can tell his expression is one of amusement. You smile up at him. “Yes sir,” is the only confirmation he needs to continue, now with more than just inky tendrils at his disposal.

He drags a hand up your side, feeling your body as his hand travels up to your back and then into your hair, gripping gently but firmly. He pulls your head back slowly, your chin pointing up at the ceiling. You wonder what he’s doing, only to feel something wet and slimy on your neck. “Aahhh…,” you exhale, wondering why it took him so long to touch you like this. You can tell he enjoys this closeness just as much as you do, if not more. “Do you like it?” It’s an honest question. One with a bit of vulnerability behind it. He hums. “I do. Very much.” That answer pleases you, so you can’t help but beam in response. “Good. ‘Cos I want you to feel good too.”

He nods, looking as if he’s contemplating your words and rolling them over in his head a bit. “Do you know what would make me feel good, little one?” Expectantly, you look up at him. “You on my cock.” You gulp. You weren’t expecting that answer, but you can’t say you’re not pleased by it. You only falter for just a moment before making up your mind and slowly…oh so very slowly…sinking to your knees as you motion for him to sit on the edge of the bed. (He was far too tall for this shit) He’s letting you take the lead only because of his insatiable curiosity, and you intend to quench it.

Shaky hands unbutton his pants, the static in your mind growing heavier as the zipper gets pulled. One tendril brushes a lock of hair out of your face gently. What gets pulled out of his pants leaves you pale and breathless. You can’t call this a cock. Not by any means. You’re not sure what you expected. Human-like genitalia but not quite. This was entirely monster. Two smoke colored cocks stood out in front of you. They were sticky with an unknown substance, curved upwards and ribbed at the upper most part. Immediately your mind wanders to what those would feel like inside of you. Painful. But absolutely heavenly after you get over the pain surely. Your hand reaches out to grip one, watching slender suck in as you make contact. You start to jerk him off, pulling at the head. There’s no need for lube thankfully—thanks to whatever this stickiness is. It has no smell to it, and so to sate your curiosity you wrap your mouth around his ribbed head, suckling just barely. Just enough to get a taste. Salty but not quite.

You hear a faint grumble from slender as you pop off, taking notice of how his hips just barely lift themselves off the sheets and his elbows shake. You feel a bit of pride for making him feel good despite barely touching him. It gives you the confidence to make more risky jumps. You take what you can of one cock in your mouth, one hand holding it steady in your mouth as your other jerks off his second one. You can feel the static in the room get heavier and you take that as a good sign. You suck gently on the ribbed underside of his cock, his hips finally bucking up to create more friction. His head lolls back as you lick up his shaft and take his head in between your lips. “Mmmm…e-a-enough.” You pop off him once again, confused. You’re even more confused however when suddenly you’re in the air, once again your naked body being held suspended in air, caged by tendrils.

“I’ve had enough of the human foreplay. Now I want you.” You blush, his voice so much darker than before the two of you had started this dance. He’s strained, eager, and so deprived. Who are you to tell a starving man no? So you open your legs, two fingers reaching down and spreading your lips apart in front him. You let a finger enter inside, aching at the need to be filled again by him. Does he like the show? Undoubtedly—shown by the way one of his own tendrils is stroking his cocks as he watches you touch yourself. “Do you enjoy watching me pleasure myself, sir?” You ask the question softly, your index finger now circling your clit and pressing down on the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure. You’re throbbing with need at this point, your fingers stroking up and down in a desperate attempt to get off. The way he watches you gasp and moan out while being touched by only yourself gets you off. You can’t help but love his attention as you get closer to an orgasm. Your back arches as you finally bring yourself to the edge, your heavy breathing ringing out. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you cum, milking only air.

Content, you relax. Your heart beats wildly in your ears as you come down from your high. “I do. You look so beautiful when lost in pleasure.” Despite his late response, you blush. In seconds you’re sat in his lap, his cocks laid against your stomach—showing you just how they compare to you in size. It’s intimidating, and honestly seems like a daunting task. But the way your pussy aches for more can’t be ignored. So you make the first move and lower yourself onto him. Immediately you both groan out—a mix of pain and pleasure. You can’t deny the way you suck him in further despite the burn.

He asks in a low voice if it hurts and you tell him the truth. It does. But you want more anyways. Maybe it’s the sounds he makes that pushes you further, or the way he looks laid out in front of you. Perhaps it’s the way he grips onto you, an attempt to hold you closer as he ruts up into you. All you know is that he just looks so pretty the way he is now. The scene before you is erotic. His shirt strewn over the bedpost, the black out curtains cracked to allow just the smallest bit of moonlight to peek through. The way his hips stutter in a weak attempt to not cum. So beautiful.

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imagines-mha · 1 year

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𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑡 2

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑂𝑡𝑖𝑠|𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

Ok so this is a second part to that one lil fluff thing I wrote. I didn’t intend it to be but here we are, if you haven’t read THAT yet and you want a little bit of context then I urge you to go do that. As you can tell this is 🔞, and although I cannot directly stop anyone under 18 from reading this I can urge you not to.

Contents: gender neutral reader, teasing (male receiving), edging, dom reader(?), sub Helen Otis, orgasm denial, handjobs

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He’s absolutely gorgeous like this. Laying beneath you with your thighs pushing him flush against his bed and his wrists pinned with one of your hands above his head, the other hand stroking either his face or caressing his chest or waist. Both his and your lips were enthralled with each other, intoxicated with the lust for each other. You flick his lip with your tongue and he instantly lets you in, you feel one of his hands strain against yours and you get the feeling that he desperately wants to feel you. To trail his hand down your chest, your waist, the flesh of your thigh. But he can’t. Not tonight at least. He needs to know that he is not the one in control of this night. You pull away from him and relish in the way he follows your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

‘Helen. You said you would make it up to me, so stay still.’

His eyebrows furrow.

‘I want to make it up to you. Please can you let me do that?’

You chuckle and press your groin into his, feeling him grow and twitch against you. Oh how you love that feeling, how truly beautiful it is.

‘Helen I love you, but you’re not going to ignore me all day and then assume we’re going to play this your way.’

He whines but he gets it. You press his wrists down one more time as a warning and slowly let him go, and he doesn’t dare to move an inch when you do. You run your arms along his chest with feather light touches until you reach then hem of your shirt and lift if slowly over your head, you then go to his own shirt and pull it over his head. You’re both shirtless now, shirtless and so very turned on by each other. You lean and press a chain of hard kisses down his chest and midriff, he’s not particularly toned, there are faint lines of muscles but nothing other than that. You get to the waistband of his sweatpants and look up at him in a silent inquiry - to which he nods. You pull them down and lean back to admire the fruits of your labour. There’s a large tent in his boxers with a small wet patch of his arousal, which you promptly begin to rub. He lets out a breathy, whiney moan and tilts his head back.

‘Y/N…’

You continue to rub him, getting faster and faster with each stroke, with his back arching and his sweet voice ringing out.

‘Nng..! Y/-Y/N-!’

His moans get louder and louder, and you take this (along with the way his thighs spasm and his pelvis wriggles) as a sign that he’s close.

So you stop.

He lets out an exasperated sigh and takes a couple of deep breaths before tilting his head to get a look at you.

‘Why’d you-?’

You say nothing as you peel off his underwear and drop them off the side of his bed. You continue to say nothing as you gesture for him to give you his arms so you can pull him up to face you. And you still don’t say anything as you rise from your seat on his lap so you’re standing on his bed with either side of his legs and take your own shorts off, leaving you standing above him in your underwear. You step around him so you’re behind him and sit with your back to the headrest. You reach forward to pull him so his back is between your legs and kiss him gently on the head.

‘You said you’d make it up to me, didn’t you?’

He has an awful feeling that he knows what will happen next, yet by the twitch of his dick you can tell he really doesn’t have a problem with it. You reach down to his pretty cock and start to stroke him, with steady movements up and down the shaft and a frequent intermission of rubbing the head with your palm. He latches onto your arm and arches his back, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly, before he finally does makes a sound. It’s a melodic mix of a desperate cry, a whine and a hard exhale, which lasts a couple of seconds before he starts to pant. His groin comes up to meet your hands in an attempt to draw his orgasm closer. His attempts are simply futile, as you quickly remove your hand and leave him nearly crying in frustration. But nearly isn’t enough for you. Before Helen even has an opportunity to look up and plead with you, your hand returns to its position and mercilessly starts to jack him off again at an incredible pace. He starts to moan almost instantly and begins to writhe, with his backside pressing further into his mattress. His hands claw at your arm and he throws his head back, letting out a loud and guttural moan. It doesn’t take as long to bring him to the edge this time, and as soon as he clenches his eyes closed you once again remove your hand. His eyes start to water and he whimpers.

‘Y/N please.. I’m begging- hh- I’m begging you, please just let me cum.’

His words are periodically interrupted by him panting and you almost feel bad for him. You almost consider making this the last one. His cock is so painfully hard and is dripping in his own pre-cum, his head is blushing a furious rose colour that almost looks purple. It’s twitching and the veins are protruding, something you quickly became aware of as you could feel them. However all thoughts of stopping are quickly put to sleep when you make eye contact with him.

Those eyes aren’t the eyes of someone craving mercy.

You smile at him and stroke his soft hair.

‘You’re doing so well, Helen, just a couple more.’

His panting picks up again at this, and you can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or excitement. You lean forward and resume your actions, you took a bit longer of a break this time, so he had gotten a few more seconds to cool down. You focus your attention primarily on the head, with quick sharp movements bobbing up and down, giving the period squeeze to be just that more torturous. He starts moaning again. Much shorter moans this time, whimpers rising from his throat with no pattern and filling his room, you’re glad that most people aren’t at home right now. You encircle your palm around the hole on his head, spreading his pre around and around, which results in a drown out plea from him, a beg of release. His legs twitch and his knee is brought up as he digs his heel into his bed covers, his pelvis is thrusting into your hand in an attempt to bring him closer to the edge, praying that this will be the time you let him ejaculate. But as his sweet voice reaches a falsetto, and his head draws back to hit your chest, you let go of his raw cock.

He’s crying at this point. Not out of pain, of course, you know he’s enjoying his, but from your merciless teasing and edging. He guesses that this is his punishment, to be brought forward and forward but never quite going off the edge for countless times. How many had it been now? Three, he counts to himself. Which means the next one would make four, one for each hour he spent away from you. He watches as your hand is brought up to your mouth, your tongue protruding to taste him upon your hard, though he can’t imagine it tastes nice. Your other hand, that was previously wrapped around his shoulders, comes up to his face to wipe a stray tear away. He’s actually crying.

‘Shhhh, don’t cry, Helen. You’re doing so well, this is the last one, I promise.’

He perks up at this and nods slightly.

‘Please… *hic*… Y/N, it’s too much-’

‘I know it is, and you’ve done amazingly.’

It’s almost embarrassing how wet this has gotten you, with so much of your own fluids soaking your underwear to the point where you can feel it drip onto the sheets and spread along his lower back. Every time he wriggled and moved backwards he would rub you, which you have a nasty feeling is on purpose. For the last time, you reach over to his ridiculously hard dick and start to stroke him. You don’t start off fast, using slow and steady rotations of your wrist up and down his shaft, eliciting a nasal shriek from the gorgeous man laying on top of you. He pants harder and harder as you quicken your pace, sometimes releasing a quick ‘hah~’.

‘Hn~~ Y/N… AH~! Y/N I promise I’ll- I promise I won’t ignore you any- NYNG-! I promise I won’t ignore you anymore! Oh fuck-’

You chuckle and nuzzle your chin into his head and him softly, making sure to ever so slightly quicken the bobbing of your hand.

‘I know.’

He’s twitching even more now, pressing his entire body into you and you can feel the sweat trailing down his back. He pants and calls his moans into the ceiling, and with one last stroke of your hand his comes undone.

His cum shoots from his dick in fat globs if white, either landing between the space in his legs or dropping down his shaft. His pelvis twitches with each spurt, so beyond relieved to finally have came. It takes him a few seconds to empty himself out, and you continue to draw out his fluids by drawing your hand up and down his shaft.

‘Well done, Helen, you did so well tonight.’

‘Thank you…. Thank you… thank you.’

He continues to pant and murmur his thanks as you get up and grab some tissues to clean him off. You catch the look of your underwear in the mirror, your arousal evident and untouched. This is something he notices when you exit the bathroom. He perches himself on his elbows and looks up at you.

‘You’re- do you want me to help you?’

You shake your head and kneel down to clean him up, taking extra care to be gentle around his softening cock.

‘Not tonight, let’s just go to sleep, ok?’

He nods and looks down at his ruined sheets. He winces and gets up to put on his previously discarded sweatpants and shirt. You both go through the process of cleaning up after yourselves before flopping onto his bed. It’s the same position as before, with him behind you and pulling you into his chest, your legs in a devils snare. You nuzzles into you and plants several kisses on your neck and shoulder.

‘I love you, Y/N.’

His voice is slightly hoarse and is very quiet, you can tell he’s tired.

‘I love you too, Helen.’

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My asexual ass after writing the most vulgar and dirtiest smut.

Reminder to please send my requests cuz I’m bored and want to write, ok bye bye.

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CONGRATS ON 1K KAT BBY <3

can i get 38 with kenny ackerman? ilyyyyyyyy♥

Ahhhh omggg Cherry ily sm thank you bby 🥺 I've never written for Kenny before so I did some mad research for this one, I hope it's okay!!! I also didn't write this in canonverse, so it's a modern day au!

This turned out a lot longer than I imagined but...I don't hate it????

cw: smut, mention of cheating, violence (f to deserving m), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), squirting, creampie, daddy kink, use of princess as a pet name, dirty talk, lots of swearing because Kenny Fucking Ackerman, Kenny is a dirty old man.

This is written on my phone and not proof read so if you see any mistakes...no you didn't 🥰

38. Let me show you how a real man does it

You storm out of the house, slamming the door behind you.

"Baby, w-wait!!" The sound of your now ex-boyfriend scurrying after you doesn't make you turn around. In fact, it just makes you more pissed. "It-t-that wasn't what it looked like! I swear!"

You let out a venom filled laugh, wheeling around to glare at him, half naked still with a look of terror on his face.

"That wasn't what it looked like? Well, explain what it was then, because it looked like you were balls deep in your slutty ass secretary you've been telling me not to worry about for the past six months!!!" You screech, tears of rage burning your eyes. You hurriedly blinked, not wanting this motherfucker to see you cry.

"She doesn't mean anything to me! I love you! You've just been so distant with me lately, I mean come on Y/N, we haven't had sex in almost 2 months!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Well, of course, go stick your dick into some random chick's pussy just because I find it hard to want to get fucked by a man who smells like someone else's perfume when he comes home from working 'overtime'!!!!"

"Babe, Y/N, please-" he reaches out to touch you and before you can even think about it, you punch him straight in the face, making him stumble backwards into your open door. He clasps his hand to his face, pulling it away to see it covered in blood. Your hand is burning like a bitch, but you stand your ground.

"I want you gone by midnight." You sneer. "Any shit you leave behind is getting tossed out or burned. We're done."

And with that you get into your car and drive to the nearest bar, wanting to do nothing but drink until you couldn't remember your own damn name.

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The bar wasn't too busy for a Thursday night, you managed to find a booth and occupy it, having the bored looking waitresses bring you margarita after margarita. But they weren't doing the job. Six drinks in and you were still sober enough to remember your name and address. You reached into your purse to get your card to order something stronger, when a glass of whiskey was placed in front of you.

You look up, seeing the incredibly handsome, older man in front of you, giving you a smirk that should have had you running for the hills but instead made your pussy throb and your mouth go dry.

"Looks like you need this, kid," he drawls and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

"Uh...thanks," you stutter, picking up the small glass and throwing it back, making the sexy stranger chuckle.

"There's more where that came from, sweetheart, if you want it."

No, your brain screams, this is dangerous fucking territory, he's at least twenty years older than you, plus he's a fucking stranger, god knows what he's planning!!

"Oh, I think I want it," you smirk back at him, ignoring your still stupidly sober brain, making him chuckle darkly again. "Keep 'em comin', cowboy."

"Cowboy, huh? Never been called that one before," handsome stranger slides into the booth, sitting opposite you. "But you look like you're havin' a really shitty night, so I'll let it slide."

"Oh, you have no idea..." You trail off awkwardly, realising you don't even know his name yet. "I'm sorry, I don't even know you, I doubt you want to hear about my personal shit..."

"Name's Kenny," he drawls again, and your pussy clenches at his deep, smooth, gravelly voice. "And now we ain't strangers, so lay it on me, darlin'."

And so you say 'fuck it' and lay it all on him, from the ongoing problems you'd been having with your now ex boyfriend, the secretary, the lies...everything.

"-and we hadn't had sex in like 2 months, and that's not even the worst part!" You cry out, the alcohol causing you to throw all your dignity out the fucking window. Kenny raised an eyebrow, a smirk still etched across his face.

"It's not? That sounds pretty fuckin' shit to me, a man's gotta keep his woman dicked down,"

You snort, rolling your eyes.

"Motherfucker couldn't even make me come, I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I actually had an orgasm with him, and even then it was because I did it myself." You said bitterly, throwing back the rest of your whiskey, shuddering at the burn. Kenny laughed, actually laughed. You glared at him. "What's so funny, cowboy?"

Kenny finishes the rest of his drink, still with that goddamn smirk on his face.

"So you're telling me that you were with this loser for 3 fuckin' years and the only time you ever got off was because you did it yourself? Jesus, princess, no wonder you're drowning your sorrows."

The way he calls you princess has your pussy fluttering and your thighs clenching together. You glance at his hands on the table. They're so...pretty. Calloused, prominent veins...just the kind of hands you'd kill to have wrapped around your throat. And those fingers, so long and slender, you just know they'd feel so fucking good against your clit, rubbing up against that gummy spot inside you-

"Like what you see, princess?" Kenny chuckles, flexing his fingers as if to tease you. Your cheeks flush as you realise you've been staring.

"Shut up," you snap, rolling your eyes. "And anyway, don't fucking laugh at my sex life. I suppose you think you're some kind of God in the sack with a ten inch dick that leaves the ladies dehydrated and walking with a limp, right?"

Kenny laughs again, the sound only adding to the growing dampness in your panties.

"Let's just say, I ain't never had any complaints, that sufficient enough, princess?"

"Sure," you say sarcastically. He raises an eyebrow.

"You don't believe me? Well, I've seen the way you've been looking at me, darlin', why don't we head back to my place? Let me show you how a real man does it."

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"K-Kenny! Oh my god, Kenny, don't stop, don't stop!" You cry out, your back arching as your hand fists in the older man' hair as he devours your pussy, two fingers buried inside you as he laps and sucks at your clit. You are strewn across his bed, naked as he eats you out like man starved. You pull his hair, making him growl against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only heightening the pleasure. He angles his fingers inside your tight little hole, immediately finding that spongy spot that makes your toes curl. You can feel your orgasm, but it's different. The pressure is intense, and then suddenly you realise - "Fuck, fuck, Kenny! Stop!"

"Whassa matter, princess?" Kenny looks up at you from between your legs, his mouth and chin covered in your slick. "Too much?" He moves his fingers again, making you squeak.

"Feels like-feels like I'm gonna pee-" you mutter, utterly mortified, covering your face. Kenny chuckles.

"Trust me baby, you won't. Means I'm doin' it right, hmm? Just relax, and let it happen, okay? Now, lemme eat this pretty little pussy some more, yeah?"

"Yessss," you hiss as his mouth finds your puffy clit once more and he picks up the perfect motion once more, and you feel your orgasm building again along with the intense sensation. This time instead of fighting it, you allow your body to relax and just focus on the mind blowing orgasm you know you're going to have. Your hand returns to Kenny's hair, fisting it once more and encouraging him to keep going. He fucks his fingers into you at a brutal pace, hitting that spot with every single thrust.

"I'm-ah, ah, ah, fuck, coming! I'm coming!!!"

Your body convulses as that dam finally breaks, pleasure washing over your body in a way you've never experienced before as clear liquid gushes from your pussy and drenches Kenny's face.

"Ho-holy shit! That's a good fucking girl!" He growls against your clit, not letting up on his delicious rhythm. "Christ, princess, you fucking soaked me!"

You don't respond, too fucked out to even care. You whimper as Kenny pulls out his fingers and his tongue leaves your clit, sitting up slightly. Your jaw goes slack as he removes his shirt and pants, then his boxers. He jacks his - alarmingly huge- cock a few times, still with that fucking smirk on his face. "What's the matter, baby? Think you can handle me?"

You respond by spreading your legs for him, giving him a little show as you play with your sopping hole for him. Kenny groans, climbing back on the bed. He spits on his cock, fisting it a few more times.

"I ain't gonna be gentle with you, princess," he grunts, hands now coming up to your hips. "Get on your knees, hands on the headboard."

"Yes, daddy." You say before you can even think. Thank god you're no longer facing him so he can't see your cheeks flushing.

"Daddy, huh? I think I like that even more than cowboy, baby girl." A sharp slap to your ass makes you jump, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Say it again, princess. Beg daddy to fuck ya."

"P-please, daddy," you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, desperate to feel him inside you. You moan, louder than you should have, as he teases your slit with the head of his cock, covering it in your juices. He slaps your ass again.

"You can do better than that, baby, come on..."

"Please, daddy, fuck me! Fuck me with your fat cock until I can't take it anymore!" You cry out, pounding the headboard with your hands in desperation.

"Atta girl," he growls, before pushing his cock all the way inside you. "Fuck, princess, your little pussy is swallowing me...that fuckin' idiot was chasin' after other tail when he had this at home?! Fuckin' moron."

Kenny's fingers bit into your hips as he pulled almost completely out of your wet heat before slamming home again, his cockhead bumping against your cervix in a painfully pleasurable way. Your gripped the headboard and flung your head back, sinful moans leaving your lips. Kenny leant forward, his sculpted chest and stomach pressed against your back as he drove his cock into you over and over. He nipped at your should, your neck, pushing aside your hair to tug on your earlobe with his teeth. He was going slow, probably giving you some time to adjust to his size, but you wanted more, you needed more.

"I thought you were going to show me how a real man does it," you hissed, looking over your shoulder at him. "Stop being nice and fucking wreck me. I can take it. Please, daddy."

Kenny lets out a feral growl, grabbing your hands and removing them from the headboard, then quickly pushing your head down so that your face was smushed into the mattress.

"Gotta mouth on ya, don't 'cha? Push that ass up for me then princess, and I'll show you what happens to brats who try and tell daddy what to do."

You do as you're told, arching your back even further and pushing your ass up for him. Kenny pauses, his thumb circling your asshole. "Bet you've never had this ass fucked, huh princess? Don't worry, we'll change that pretty fuckin' soon, but right now-" he slams his cock back into you, rougher than before and knocking the air out of your lungs. "-M'gonna fuck your pretty little pussy and stuff you full of my cum, yeah? You like that? Fuck, you're getting tighter, you nasty little slut, you like that? Wanna be filled with daddy's cum?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy, please!" You cry out, every thrust of his hips drawing out a pleading moan from your throat. Your eyes filled with tears with every bump against your cervix, but it didn't stop your pussy getting wetter, the lewd sounds of skin on (wet) skin filling the room. "Fuck! Ah-hnn-m'gettin' close, d-addy!"

"Yeah? Gonna come on daddy's cock princess?" Kenny grunts, his fingers biting into the fat of your hips. "Gonna come just from daddy fuckin' ya?"

"Yessss!" You hiss, your eyes rolling back as you feel the tension inside you snap, your pussy gripping his cock like a vice as you convulsed around him. Kenny fucks you through it, chuckling lowly as he watches you fall apart for him. You can barely keep yourself up on your knees with the way you're shaking. It's too fucking cute. Once you've stopped shaking, he flips you over onto your back, placing your legs on his shoulders. He could feel himself getting close, and he'd be damned if he was gonna fill you up without watching your pretty face as he did so.

The change in angle makes you mouth fall open, your moans filling the room, his name falling from your lips like a damn prayer. And as much as Kenny wanted to keep hearing those precious whines and mewls that went straight to his dick, he couldn't help but think how fuckin' pretty you'd look with somethin' in your mouth.

"Open wide, princess," he grunts, and you do so, accepting his two fingers that still taste of you deep into your mouth, immediately suckling on them and moaning around the thick digits. "Fuck, there's a good girl, it's a damn shame I didn't have you put your pretty little mouth around my cock, but we got time. Right now though, I want you to suck on daddy's fingers while he fucks you, got it?"

You hum in response, your big eyes locking with his as he folds you in half, pushing his cock and fingers deeper in your holes. You gag around his fingers, the sound making his cock twitch.

"Shit!" He hisses. "You keep makin' sounds like that sweetness and tightening this pretty little cunt around my cock and I'm gonna come so fuckin' hard, and I ain't quite done with you yet-" just to prove his point, he slams into you even harder, now chasing his own high. "Fuck, this pussy is so fuckin' good..."

You scream, muffled by his fingers, as he finds your gspot again. Encouraged by your sounds and facial expressions, and the drool escaping from your mouth, Kenny breathlessly chuckles and keeps driving his hips into that spot again and again and again. You grip his bicep in warning. "Again?" He smirks. "Jesus, princess, sensitive little thing, ain't ya? But this time, you gotta wait for me, got it? Don't come until I say so."

You whine in protest, still muffled by his fingers in your mouth, but you obey, doing your best to hold on as he cock slides deliciously against your gummy walls. You squeeze your pussy, hoping the extra tightness will help bring Kenny closer to the edge as you know you won't be able to last much longer. He lets out a loud groan and you know your plan is working.

He pulls his spit coated fingers out of your mouth, and brings them to your clit.

"Ah, fuck! D-daddy, please! M'so close! Please cum in my pussy daddy, I want it so bad, want you to fill me up!"

"Yeah? Better come with me then, baby girl, daddy's gonna fill this tight little hole up, stuff you full- fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With a long, drawn out groan, Kenny pushes his cock into you as deep as he possibly can, rope after rope of thick, white cum painting your walls. The sensation of that and the way he sounds when he comes was enough to send you over the edge for a third and final time, your juices flowing from your pussy and soaking the both of you as your eyes rolled back and you choked out "daddy!", Your nails digging into his arms and definitely leaving marks.

Kenny collapses on top of you, his softening cock still inside you, not quite wanting to leave your soft heat just yet. You can feel a mixture of his come and yours trickling out of you, but neither of you care. You both lie there, breathing heavily, sweat glistening in the soft light of his bedroom.

"Fucking hell," Kenny laughs, breathlessly, before pushing himself up to kiss you deeply. He then looks down between you and grins. "This is gonna be a bitch to clean up."

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imagines-mha · 1 year

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ok this blog haunts me its time for a theme change

#andy speaks

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imagines-mha · 1 year

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ok but Tokoyami doe..... (AGED UP)

like, he's a bird- HE HAS A RUT EVERY SPRING

I imagine another student of ua, with a quirk similar to Hawk's quirk. She's a human with the same type of wings, maybe another color. And she's a little more bird-like than him. Maybe she has other bird-like features too.

So now that it was spring, everyone noticed how she was acting a little weird. She was quieter, not talking as much. she was also acting unusually protective of her closest friends. And, the strangest feature, she never let anyone get close to her room. Because in there she had built a nice cozy nest. That's where she spent most of her time these days. Fixing her nest. Adding more pillows or blankets, and feathers. Also stocking up all the snacks she could find in there. Her hormones were wack, and she had constant mood swings. But the worst part was her wings. They had been shedding everywhere and would ruffle up randomly. Her motherly instincts were strong too, and she tried her best to act casual. But everyone had at this point noticed. Including Fumikage.

Because of his quiet and awkward nature, no one really noticed when he became even more distant. The only thing they noticed was him looking less and less tired, and suddenly having this nice smell following him wherever he went. (ofc there were the random boners too, but again, as he was so withdrawn it wasn't too hard to hide.) But he hated this time of year. HE WAS JUST SO HORNY.

He had noticed how you acted, and seeming you were part bird too it was his best guess you were suffering just as much as him this time of year. He did feel bad for you, he really did. He knew how the hormones were. But god, he just loved the thought of you, spending all this time in your room, building a nest, waiting for a mate to come and fill it. He wondered what your nest looked like. Was it big and spacious? Or was it small and cozy? What did you use to build it? Blankets? Pillows? Or maybe even your feathers. God, he loved your feathers. They were so pretty, so smooth and flawless. He wanted to feel them, to be able to touch and rub them just how he wanted.

These thoughts were not helping with his rut at all. He tried his best to avoid you, to not be near you during this time. What would you do if you found out what he had been thinking of you all this time? You would be disgusted. But you were just so precious- AGHHHH!!!

He was walking towards his room, he couldn't find himself joining the others in the common rooms. It was getting late anyways.

But as he was walking, he suddenly felt this amazing smell. It smelled so sweet, so good, it was instantly making his very being perk up. As good as it smelt, he knew where it was coming from right away. It smelt like you. He tried fighting it, but he couldn't control his instincts anymore. He started walking in the direction of your room.

You had for once joined the others, them being worried as to what was going on with you. You reassured them everything was fine and had a nice time just hanging around. But it didn't take long before you were getting quite angsty, being away from the nest for so long. So finally, you headed back. As you turned the corner of the hallway to your room, you stopped.

There, sitting outside your room was Tokoyami. He was sitting on the floor with his elbow propped up on his knee, his head resting against the wall. He seemed kinda peaceful, but at the same time, you knew how tense he was. As bad this time of year was for you, you couldn't imagine how awful it was for him.

He jumped at the sound of your voice, looking at you with wide eyes as you slid down next to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn't able to form any words.

"man, I hate spring" he looked at you and slowly nodded. You kinda just sat there for a few minutes. As he finally found the right words, he eventually explained he had discovered the scent of your nest and nothing inside him gave him the strength to ignore it. As innocent as you knew he was, you flustered up at the thought. Although the nest had a function, you certainly did not expect to use it for that function. At least not for a few years. I mean, were you ready to let someone in it? Before you could think about it, before you could process what was leaving your mouth, you had said it.

"want to see it?"

You really hadn't meant to ask it, but here you were. Standing nervously in the corner as Tokoyami slowly took in the nest you had spent so long building. He felt like he couldn't breathe. It was so.... just nice. It was big, with good space. There sure were enough pillows and blankets. In between the materials he could see other things, stuffed animals, some nice lights, and even snacks stuffed in the corner of the room. But the best part was the nest was filled with your feathers. Your beautiful feathers showing off who the nest belonged to, along with your scent. He felt blood rushing to his groin.

As you stood in the corner, you could feel your scent being quickly replaced by Tokoyami's. It filled your senses. He could feel it too. He turned around to look at you, and it felt like something just snapped in the both of you, at the same time.

In mere seconds you were on each other, rushing to get each other's clothes off. You were tearing, biting, and licking at each other. And that's how you spent the whole night. Mating and lost in pure lust. For hours.

As for the next following days, you would do absolutely nothing but lay in the nest. Most of the time you were accompanied by Tokoyami, who got a serious warning for exploding on mina when she tried to get to your room to check on you. His instincts were completely wild now, wanting nothing more than protect his nest with his precious mate in it. He only ever left to get food and do the most necessary hygienic procedures. But other than that he was always cuddled up by your side. (once, you had gone to the bathroom and stumbled upon Ochaco on the way back. Fumi did not like that. Once you finally got back he pressed you down in the nest, berating you on how you should stay in the nest, where it was safe.)

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Bonus:

When Fumi's rut starts passing, and spring was close to summer, you actively started dating.

AGHHHH imagine since the reader has wings ok-

Fumi slumps down in a chair after a long day, and you come up behind him. Putting both your arms and wings around him. He hides his face in your wings, and he has this thing where he will pluck out any feathers of your wings if he sees them out of place.

ahggghhhhfgfhggh ok sorry I'm finished

OH BTW, very much inspired by @lucifersthiccthighedbetch

#i am dying #this is so hot #dead- me

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imagines-mha · 1 year

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ok but Tokoyami doe..... (AGED UP)

like, he's a bird- HE HAS A RUT EVERY SPRING

He was walking towards his room, he couldn't find himself joining the others in the common rooms. It was getting late anyways.

He jumped at the sound of your voice, looking at you with wide eyes as you slid down next to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn't able to form any words.

"want to see it?"

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Bonus:

When Fumi's rut starts passing, and spring was close to summer, you actively started dating.

AGHHHH imagine since the reader has wings ok-

ahggghhhhfgfhggh ok sorry I'm finished

OH BTW, very much inspired by @lucifersthiccthighedbetch

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