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Troy's Dad

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JUST TO BE CLEAR:

This is not a safe website for kids. There is literally a confessed pedophile who Tumblr users have told Tumblr @staff about for the past year+ who continues to use this platform to sexually prey on teens and children. They can not/do not get rid of him. He is right here:

https://house0fdaddy.tumblr.com/

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Gross mane.

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I stubbed my toe and I had a thought.

Shigaraki probably likes feet.

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HE SO FIINNEEE 🖤🖤⁉️ I WANNA DICK HIM DOWN SO BAD /hj

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Notice: Male reader only

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--Warnings-- Dark Content; Tw: Itching kink/Eczama {¿}, Dacryphilia, Description of neck bruises, Not proof read

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[ I have exzama and when I itch it feels so damn good. { Dead A. Shit is like getting a spontaneous orgasm. }

I'm literally fawning at the mere thought of either shigaraki or tsukishima itching during sex. Tears, hickies, bruises, etc.

"Hey slow down a bit," You would be pounding into him as he try's too hard to scratch that one specific spot on his neck. Right near multiple marks and hickies lie as he attempts to scratch his neck discreetly and still have satisfaction of the delectable pain that comes with it.

You looked at him as his body forms into something of a cat stretching. He is practicing getting off to the feeling of his pale slender fingers pressing on his sweaty, bruised, and irritated neck. "I can't get it." He shakes when he's aware of the dick inside of him again as his fingers slips past a particularly branded bruise.

You run your fingers down his torso, holding him up more so he doesn't slip out of your grip as he is now feeling prickly and oh so damn horny. The feeling of his throat burns in a painful way now. No horniness is kept with the enflamed skin as he is now running his own hands across his torso where your feathered touches graze on.

"Itchy ?" You ask. This is entertaining. So entertaining to see him writher in this dry yet soiled mess of red skin and high libido.

"Very," he grumbles. His unkempt nails start scratching at his arms as his grinds down your dick. Your dick adds excellent value and contrast to the burning sensation on his skin. You know by morning he will be all red and aching inside and out, but until then he will have to stay,

"So itchy." ]

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{ An-♤ Serious though, I've been scratching my body in the bathroom for a total of 10 minutes and I'm light so I was red ash. 💀 I hate to think this is why I like feet. I can explain. ☻ }

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Male Reader Only:

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--Warnings-- Dark content; Manipulative, cheating {¿}, feminization of character, Dom & Sub positions

[ Thinking about mocking Aran when he finally breaks.

You're currently fucking him with no care for his body as the sweat on his melaninated skin starts to form. The irritating creaks of the bed bug you, but you're more focused on how stupidly dumb he looks. Deep, chaste voice, crisp with excitement yet exhaustion as you yet to give up the speed of your hips.

His room, which you both fucked in a mantra of times smelled of bent sex. Also was pleasantly filled with your guys' vocalized grunts and moans.

The smell of sex doesn't bother you after 2 hours if constant sex. You've gotten used to the long rounds. Aran has aswell. Most evident and seen by how happily he still continues to suck you in and smile with the slightest hint of affection he gets from you.

"I think I might take a vid. What you think ?" You asked. No response.

"Ah !" A slap was branded into the sweaty thigh of his that was over your shoulder. Still avoiding any chance of rest.

"Words please. Already know how you get down and I'm not for it today." He knew. The words would just not come out though. All clammed up like he was volunteering for the team again. It was embarrassing.

"You moan like a fucking girl. Hey Aran have you ever fucked a female before ?" You said. All disrespect as he tried to form a response. He never has and you knew the truth because of how rotten he was for you. No pussy could lure him into liking the opposite gender and if it did, he would be caught cheating for your dick.

"I haven't." He stuttered. Biting his bottom lip in plead to not let out the girlish moans you pointed out. "Slow down, damn !" Aran whined as he gripped the pillow close to his head. Back in a bow arch as you felt all up on his prostate. He lost it after the last thrust you promted to his hips.

"Slow down, daaamn. You might as well be the female in this relationship." You grunted before shooting your load in his hole. Creaming his insides as if he would be bred pregnant in a few weeks. Throwing up and all that shit. A fantasy that would be played out in later episodes.

You cleaned yourself up and threw a wet rag at him on the bed.

"Clean up. I'm finna go and see how Kiyoko doing." You grab your car keys from his night stand before he grabs your wrist.

"Are you gonna atleast come back ? You always leave over there and don't come back." He said. You could faintly hear the sorrow in voice. Clingly, yet cute.

Leaning down, you peck him on his wet face as you lean back up heading to the door.

"Maybe." All he gets is a shrug before you venture off in to the night of his neighborhood. ]

"He gets it. But he doesn't." -Troy Z.

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Notice: Male reader only

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--Warnings-- Dark content; Angst, Mentions of blackmail

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[ The idea of getting with the, Bakugou Katsuki is an exhausting experience. He's so put together with his own shit that he disregards others as everything else, but relationship partners. Or in your case, mere fuck pals if you will.

It made sense yes, but you noticed when you transferred that there were already quite a few couples. You could guess that Mina and Kirishimas couple news, moving in to your second year, is what triggered other people to date their crushes aswell.

Unfortunately, Bakugou avoids you throughout the school halls and in public spaces anyway. Why have another extra in his life ? You were inferior to him, only seen as a background peer at that.

A few days before though, he made a deal. If you could beat him in the match against him, you could have snile chance at "getting" with him. Whatever the hell it meant. In his mind it was you playing a sick joke, which you kinda were in a way. Getting with only to witness his stupidest, nastiest features. Just before you transferred to UA you had spam messaged a few betraying friends of the last guy you were with.

This words you said to that poor boy still make an easy smile to your cheeks. It was fun. And this would also be fun if you could do the same to Bakugou and ruin his confidence in being a hero. Ego and confidence might aswell be gone after you finally break the irritating shell he was hiding himself in.

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"Bakugou," he hums whilst adjusting his outfit. Everyone was set to fight against eachother and so be it you two were partners. "Are you gay at all ?" The sentence went through his ear and out the other. You could obviously see you pushed it when he started yelling like you killed someone important to him. Though, yours was as serious and curious as it been with the first victim you laid your filthy plan on. Looking through him was slightly harder than you thought.

"What the fuck ! What does your shitty ass brain need to know ?" Bakugous hands smoked and piped with the fire of his quirk. You chuckled. Of course he would act like this. Besides the obvious, you have been trying to get with him for awhile.

The bell rings.

"Fuck, just get out of my way." He shrugs past you as he stomps out of the lockers with wavery smoke behind. You sighed in self defeat. If he's not gay that how would he like you ?

Lazily dusting off your own outfit before walking out, you mumble to yourself. "If I have to beat him in a match to get my dick wet, fine with me." You smiled to yourself as you made your way to the big spacious arena. Tons of cheers and echoes bouncing around slightly making your confidence boost.

"Yeah," your eyes caught on feral red ones. "I'm going to beat his ass." ♡ ]

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Notice: Male Reader Only

--Warnings-- Dark Content, plugging semen in, School humiliation {¿}

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[ Kind of in a bad mood, so please have the weeping sorrow of a boyfriend, nicknamed 'Mad Dog', going to school with your spunk running down his ass. Even better when he tries to ignore the feeling in his classes, other students noticing how his face cringes in disgust. During lunch he makes a beeline to the boys bathroom to fish out the remaining of, —you, out of him. You on the other side of the school having lunch. As a normal student would. After some measly bites of your lunch, you try to scope out that offended Adida haired boyfriend of yours. He always had to be somewhere other, but lunch.

"Doggie ?" You heard shallow grunts from the very last stall. The pit pat of your shoes were sounded to his hearing, as you skillfully unlocked the stall on the other side. "But I said keep it in, dude. You hate listening to me." You groaned. He rolled his eyes. Spotting the vauge attempt for him to close his legs, you gripped his right calf. "What are you doing !" He shouted. He looked stupid and ugly. But he was your stupid and ugly.

You spiked a hard chuckle at your mind, undoing your own pants in the process, "We don't have time to be talking. You took it out, I put more back in." ]

[ An : Really need to do these often because I be having a lot of thoughts to myself when writing. ]

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Notice: Male Reader Only

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--Warnings-- Dark Content; Cheating, Top!Reader

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Horny dump number 2 :

[ Asahi is a high ass brain rot just from the scent of his hair. This guy probably washes his hair every other day or so, but the musky yet gingery scent of him is A plus. No kidding either, once you date him you would have to think twice about ever having a scent kink. During sex, if he's top or bottom, the sweaty version of his alluring river and ginger scent is still vague to you nostrils. Hips meshing with one another as comfortable tangled up limbs wrap around one another's. Kisses will be plastered on your face because he is so glad you are his. He cared for you to no extent of course. You admired it, of course.

The slightly cold air brazing across your now very exhausted muscles, hairs on your arms legs alert to the temperature as your sweat chills on your skin. Basking in the after sex glow with eachother as you look at your boyfriends calm features. One round was all it took for his easy going human body to pass out. No comments were transferred when his inaudible movements rest under the covers. "Tired" was his excuse all the time. Might aswell be his body odor getting the best of him at this point.

11.PM. You had sex at 10.40. Ended at 11 and you're still horny. "Wow." Unbelievable.

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"I'm on my way." You texted. A reply of "'K." Was shot back at you. You smiled at your phone as you hop up from the enormous bed and leave the shared room, also leaving behind your now sleeping boyfriend behind on the comfortable pillows and blankets.

"Hey, you smell good." Daichi said. His grip on your waist loose as his heavy hands run across your spine. A smile preached your face as you kissed under his jaw, letting out a small moan when he moves his hips accidentally. "Smells like," he hesitates before taking another whiff as you trace his back. "Smells like shit, to me." You said.

If he ever found out Daichi smelt better than him, you're positive he would smell anything other, but "good". ]

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Notice: Male Reader Only

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--Warnings-- Dom!Deku, Camboy!Deku, Sub!Reader, Speaks of mild degradation

Horny dump number 1 :

[ The thought of Deku as a cam boy is interesting. As his boyfriend, he allowed you to feature in his videos every other week, with a special mask to hide your appearance. It's very interesting indeed, since he himself, had a loud dominated aura. None of those perverts would have known by the way he dresses in very expensive lingerie and light-weight jewelry — that he paid for with his yearly checks of course. He dressed very feminine almost, though the few videos where he would wear your loosely fit sweatpants. How much does he exactly get stacked ? He earns about 3,000 dollars from online live sex acts every year. Just for anyone through that small ass screen to get the illusion he is a sub, he dresses that way, and also because it's fun deceiving the men fapping themselves to him.

You don't like it ? He lives for it. He loves that the only time you speak "out of line" to him is every other week, only to be punished after his well done performances with you in front of a tripod camera. He adores this indeed. "This is my boyfriend." He had introduced you 4 years ago to his audience. "He will be fucking me–, Ah ?- Oh, I know, I know. You guys have never seen me "actually" get fucked," He teetered in his purple and green game chair. He eyed you from the corner of his vision with a light giggle.

"You will tonight and I'm very hard right now so all of your eyes better be on that screen you see me on." ♡ ]