âą insanely protective over you, to the point where itâs not even close to being a secret that you two are fucking. this mostly applies to hero work, but itâs really any social interaction.
âą heâs not very good with fans, and he gets so visibly irked if anyone tries to flirt with him â baring his teeth and staring daggers. youâre the only thing that he could ever want, even if being in a relationship scares him to death.
âą always does favors for you that you didnât even request, like tidying your apartment, restocking your period products, or bringing your favorite coffee to patrols â he has all of your drink orders memorized. he then proceeds to act annoyed that he went out of his way, but you know thatâs just how he shows affection.
âą katsuki is a bit mean in bed, but only as much or as little as you want him to be. and he is very vocal.
âą heâll fuck your throat like he hates you, then practically confess his love while heâs between your thighs, eating your pussy.
âą he loves doggy, especially if he needs to let out some frustration, but mating press is his favorite by far. he can still pound into you just as hard, but he reaches even deeper in this position and the way you look at him â itâs his favorite thing ever, aside from eating you out.
âą how heâs so much bigger than you, seeing your perfect body folded to accommodate him like this, legs pulled into your chest and over his shoulders as he fucks load after load into you .. he canât get enough. and fuck, he thinks that you are so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world.
âą his deep little groans and breaths are so fucking sexy, and he whines anytime that he bottoms out, or when his eyes flick down to watch your cute, tight pussy taking in his massive cock. itâs always a big stretch, but he fits inside of you like you were made for each other.
âą drunk sex with him is an entirely different experience. heâs so vulnerable, and everything is so much deeper, and closer ⊠like heâs trying to meld your souls into one.
âą he loves when you hold his face in your hands. itâs so intimate to him, and it makes him feel seen and appreciated. he loves the eye contact, and if his mouth isnât on yours, heâs kissing along your palm and wrist while you hold him. he is so fucking pretty.
âą surprisingly good with aftercare considering his personality, especially if he was a bit rougher than usual that night. bath, snacks, drinks, cuddles â whatever you want. secret softie for sure.
is he fucking anyone else? â absolutely not. it took him months (over a year, really) to get comfortable with you, and he sure as hell isnât opening up to anyone else.
éć é âž» eijirĆ
âą kiri is the sweetest, softest dom ever. princess treatment ALWAYS unless you ask for something different.
âą sex partner doesnât even begin to describe it; his entire being is your safe space, and he always gives you so much praise.
âą he knows exactly what you like, which also means that he can use it against you if youâre being a brat âŠ
âą EATER â breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snack. he wants his tongue stuffed in your pussy any time that youâll let him. he doesnât care about his own pleasure, only yours, and he will absolutely cum in his pants if he eats you out for long enough, just from your sweet taste and softly grinding his hips against the bed.
âą his thick, heavy cock is so sensitive and neglected, but it doesnât even bother him. he wants his face between your thighs with your dainty hands in his hair, your legs resting over his broad shoulders. he always wants to be your stability.
âą heâll hold you as close as possible â hips, thighs, ass, sometimes folding your legs up and holding the backs of your knees .. and he loves holding eye contact, threatening to stop if you look away. he knows how handsome he is, okay?
âą heâs incredibly sensitive to touch. you often feel him shiver when you run your hands through his thick, silky hair. he groans and nuzzles closer to you, whether itâs during sex or just hanging out. heâs such a puppy.
âą mating press is his absolute favorite, and he is so fucking good at it; you always cum embarrassingly fast in that position with him.
âą he also loves having you on top, but he gets to control the pace. you just look so cute and pretty while you try to ride his big cock, but he almost always has to help you because heâs so much bigger and stronger. he thinks that youâre the most gorgeous thing in the world.
âą you love watching his muscles flex under your fingertips. his chest and thighs are both so, so sensitive. he always whines a bit if you kiss and lick him there. cums almost instantly if your mouth so much as brushes his nipples while youâre stroking his cock, and heâll nearly die if you suck on them.
âą the best aftercare youâll ever receive. loves cockwarming if youâre okay with it, especially in the bath. itâs his favorite thing ever to have his big, thick length at home in your perfect little cunt.
âą goes out of his way to make sure that he has your favorite teas and snacks at his place.
âą begs u to spend the night every time.
is he fucking anyone else? â nah. this man is in love with you, heâs just too scared to say it out loud yet.
é»æ° âž» denki
âą denki is a switch and completely at your whim. his role might change, but heâs always a great time. he is usually submissive to you just because of his personality, but heâs always up for whatever you want.
âą you donât even have to be mean to get him to beg â you could be giving him absolutely everything he wants, being so, so sweet to him, and heâs still a whimpering and crying mess just because he loves to be doted on.
âą he loves being choked :( and sucking on your fingers :( insane oral fixation that he usually satisfies by eating your pussy, eagerly fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit like itâs candy. he can and will stay there all morning, day, and night.
âą he is so good with his mouth, but even better with his fingers; probably the best on this entire list. he perfectly knows how to apply pressure and which spots to hit.
âą he loves overstim, both giving and receiving.
âą heâs never really acknowledged it, but he loves if you objectify him a little; praising his looks and how good he feels, with just a bit of dumbification and degradation to put him in his place â ânothinâ goinâ on in that pretty head of yours, huh, denks? lucky youâre so handsome, baby, just sit there and be good fâme.â
âą CRYBABY, and heâs so pretty when he cries. :(
âą accidentally called u mommy in bed once, and will absolutely do it again if youâre into it.
âą would give literally anything to be called your good boy.
âą his quirk accidentally goes off in bed sometimes. luckily the other boys have much better control over theirs, but denki just canât help himself when heâs worked up :( youâve never gotten hurt from it, and it actually feels good if itâs not too strong âŠ
âą youâre usually the one giving aftercare because he absolutely will pass the fuck out after sex â mostly because heâs emotionally drained, not so much physically. you donât really mind, though, because heâs just the cutest and he always makes you feel so good. but he is great at it when he does take care of you. :)
is he fucking anyone else? â yes, but youâre his favorite girl by far. he always reaches out to you first, but, câmon ⊠we all know that pro-hero denki is a slut.
çŠć âž» shĆto
âą poor sho. he is such a sweetheart. heâs inexperienced, but he trusts you enough to help him work through some of his relationship trauma.
âą itâs been a lot of trial and error so far to figure out your dynamics, but he leans towards being dominant because this man is a giver. but itâs shoto, and he is so nonchalant that heâll also let you do pretty much whatever you want to him.
âą he was definitely quiet at first while you two were getting to know each other. he doesnât always say much, but heâs gotten a lot more comfortable with his own sounds because of how much he loves to hear yours.
âą he praises you the entire way through â sometimes itâs a small, âfeels good, angelâ and reassuring touches, and other times heâs pouring his heart out to you over how good it feels because he canât hold back anymore.
âą although heâs usually dominant, your praise drives him insane. none of your sweet words and compliments go unnoticed, and each one encourages him to fuck you harder and better.
âą if heâs ever particularly overwhelmed, youâre the one taking care of him, and the sex is so, so sweet, just letting him cry and feel his emotions. heâs still coming to terms with how broken he is, and you are the most comforting thing to him. he loves that he never has to worry about you judging him.
âą he especially loves your voice. he sometimes secretly jerks off during phone calls with you, and tries to play it off like heâs just tired and distracted. heâs too shy to ask about phone sex .. yet.
âą his favorites are missionary for intimacy, and prone bone for how good it feels. he loves trying new positions with you, though, so you never really know what to expect.
âą sho also loves eating your pretty pussy, but heâs still learning. this isnât a bad thing, though â itâs actually kind of lucky because you get to teach him exactly how you like it.
âą clingy cuddler. he doesnât usually fall asleep right away after sex because he wants to make sure that you have everything you need before he can settle in.
is he fucking anyone else? â yes, but only if you donât pick up. shoto has a low sex drive, so itâs rare that he asks you, and even more rare that he asks someone else. he usually just takes care of himself if you canât make it, and heâs thinking about you the entire time.
Katsuki has already turned seventeen by the time you wake up from your coma. Despite the late nights he spends at the hospital by your side, when you wake up, he is inevitably, at school. You wake up to Mitsuki Bakugo holding your hand.
Tags/CW: Bakugo x fem! Reader, high school sweethearts, estab! relationship, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, reader in a coma after the war, class 2-A is a soft menace, mom (in law lmao) Mitsuki is mothering, spoilers for season 8.
Despite it being hard to accept at the state you find yourself in, or even realise it at first, Mitsuki is the one by your bedside when you wake up.
For a second youâre convinced youâre dreaming. The room is too bright, the sheets too stiff, and Katsukiâs mom is sitting there like she fought her way past three nurses and a steel door just to sit and stare at you. Which, knowing her, she probably did.
Her arms are crossed, but her foot is tapping like sheâs been waiting a long time. Like sheâs been worried. And that solemn look on her face is screaming an apology you donât recognise yet.
ââBout time,â she mutters, voice sharp but thin around the edges. âYou scared the hell out of us, kid.â
Your throat tightens as you glance, puzzled, around the room. Itâs empty, aside from Mitsuki's chair, your bed, and the iv attached to the tender inside of your elbow. No friends, no parents, not a begrunting boyfriend⊠just Mitsuki and a hospital room you donât recognise.
In a swift movement, she clasps your hand inside her palms. âIâm sorry sweetheart. Your parents couldnât make it to Japan yet.â she says and you blink at her.Â
The lump in your throat starts bubbling in pain. Your lip quivers next, eyes watering at the fraction of a second. The moment you try to move, the dull ache in your ribs reminds you why youâre here in the first place.
âIâm so sorry,â
You try to speak, but find your lips feel like theyâre glued together. It hurts when you pry them and it hurts even worse when you try to speak.
âKaââ
Panic ensues at the sound of your voice. How long have you been here? You donât even recognise your own voice. Where you could hear softness, you now hear raspiness, broken sounds that canât form a word.
But still, you want to askâThe last thing you remember is watching Katsuki fall to the ground with his chest torn, you lurching towards Shigaraki with all you had and white hot pain everywhere in your body.
âKatsâKaahââ
Mitsukiâs eyes flick to your abdomen, the monitors attached to you, then back to you again. Softer, barely âKatsuki? He usually doesnât leave until he passes out sitting up. Bratâs got stubbornness.â
âMissâMitsukâMitsuki, my mâmom,â
The sound rips out of you like gravel dragged across concrete, and Mitsuki is already movingâ one hand on your shoulder, the other hovering like she wants to fix something she canât reach.
âHey, heyâ donât force it,â she says, voice dropping into that hushed, frantic register only mothers have when something hurts their kid. Or a kid who might as well be theirs.
She reaches for the small cup of ice chips on the tray next to your bed, scooping a few with the spoon and pressing it gently to your lips. âJust this, sweetheart. Slow.â
The cold hits your tongue, sharp and clean, and for a moment itâs the only thing keeping you together. Everything else feels like itâs drifting âyour memories, your breath, the distant echo of Nejire screaming your name before everything went dark.
Mitsuki watches you swallow, her jaw tight, eyes shining with things she will never say out loud.
âYouâve been out for a few months,â she adds quietly. âMasaru is trying to get ahold of your folks, along with the doctors but⊠you know how time zones are. And⊠circumstances.â Her mouth twists like she hates how uptight sheâs being. Like practiced softness physically pains her. âWe didnât want you waking up alone.â
Your chest pulls tight. It shouldnât mean as much as it does. But it does.
Your fingers clutch weakly at the blanket. âKââ The name falls apart in your throat again.
Mitsuki seems to understand anyway.
âHeâs alive,â she says firmly. âHeâs at school and heâs healing, but heâs alive. Stubborn little shit tried to pretend he wasnât feeling okay just so they wouldnât kick him out of your room last night. Heâs been visiting everyday.â
Your breath shudders. Relief hits so hard you feel dizzy.
âAndâ just so you donât freak out laterââ Mitsuki adds, rubbing your hand with her thumb in a rare, almost guilty motion, âhe might start crying a lot.â
That makes you freeze.
Mitsuki sighs, leaning back in the chair like the confession took something out of her. She stops herself from telling you the doctors had announced to everyone that you would probably not make it, not too long ago.
âDonât tell him I said that. Heâll yell at both of us.â
She glances toward the door, then back at you. âHeâs gonna be pissed you woke up without him here. Believe me. But, weâll tell him after classes are over. You okay with that sweetheart?â
You nod, or at least you think you do. Your head barely moves, just a slow dip that makes the world tilt a little. Youâre not sure if youâre agreeing or just reacting to the tenderness in her voice â something youâve never quite heard directed at you like this, so softly, before.
âGood,â Mitsuki murmurs, like she was bracing for you to argue. Her hand squeezes yours gently, thumb brushing over the back in a slow, steady rhythm that feels like itâs meant to keep you anchored.
You swallow again, rough and painful. The word âclassesâ sticks in your mind like a burr. Katsuki is⊠at school. The school is alright if thatâs the case, and maybe, your friends are too, your teachers, All Might. Thereâs so much you want to ask, but such little strength inside you.
Mitsuki watches your face carefully. âHe wanted to skip,â she says, rolling her eyes as if the memory frustrates her. âSaid he didnât care about his damn education if you wereââ She cuts herself off. Too sharp. Too honest.
Another small, guilty sigh. âAnyway. We made him go. The teachers insisted. Kid was a wreck. No sleep, no food⊠I swear he almost blew up a vending machine because someone told him to âkeep his chin up.ââ
Despite the pain, a weak ghost of a laugh bubbles in your chest â a tiny sound, but it pulls at your ribs like something tearing.
Mitsuki immediately notices. âEasy. Easy, sweetheart,â she whispers, leaning in, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder. âYou donât have to talk yet. You donât have to do anything yet.â
But you want to. You want to ask what happened, how bad it was, whether Katsukiâs really okay or just putting on a front because thatâs what he does when the world is falling apart around him.
You try again, voice scraping out of you like rough smoke: âHâhowâŠ?â
She shakes her head fast, stopping you before the sentence can hurt you more. âLater. When Katsukiâs here.â Her voice softens, unbearably so. âHe deserves to hear you first.â
Your breath stutters, the weight of that landing somewhere deep and tender.
Mitsuki reaches up and brushes a loose strand of hair from your forehead. The gesture is so gentle it barely feels real.
âWeâll tell him after school,â she repeats softly. âHeâll come running the second he hears. And heâs gonna be loud, and dramatic, and probably hug you too hard. But he needs this. He needs you.â
Her voice cracks just a little on that last word. Barely noticeable, unless youâre looking for it. And you are.
âRest now,â she adds, settling back into her chair but not letting go of your hand.
______
Later that evening, the hallway outside your room is louder than it should be for a hospital â muffled bickering, restless footsteps, a sharp whisper thatâs definitely Kaminari complaining heâs been standing too long. With your eyes barely opening from your earlier slumber, you can hear Kirishima gently shushing him. Someone â Mina, probably â keeps insisting they should âjust peek in real quick because what if sheâs awake?âÂ
You also catch the hissed argument thatâs delivered as a response âDude, stopâ she might be asleep again!â and âIâm not stopping, you stop!â
Their silhouettes shuffle under the doorframeâs faint light, shadows overlapping like they canât decide whether to crowd closer or bolt down the hall.
You blink slow, the world tilting for a moment, and the ceiling swims into focus. Your throat is dry. Your body feels like itâs made of bandages and cement. But your brain? Your brain catches up just enough to realize:
Theyâre here. All of them. A soft exhale escapes youâ barely a sound, but apparently loud enough for the enhanced senses of teens with superpowers.
Mitsuki nods her head towards the door and chuckles. âThey canât wait to see you,â The commotion outside stops all at once, like someone hit pause. Thenâ
âDid you hear that?!â
âKaminari, shut upââ
âWait, waitâ I think sheâs awakeââ
âKatsukiâs gonna kill us if we go inââ
âOh my god. Just. Check!â
Kirishimaâs voice breaks through the chaos; firm, gentle, leader-of-the-chaos-crew mode âGuys. Calm down. Weâll knock first.â
Thereâs a beat of silence and then three different knuckles rap on the door at the exact same time. Your chest shakes with a tiny, pained laugh thatâs followed by a thunderous cough. The whispering begins again immediately.
âBroâ I said one person should knock!â
âThat wasnât me!â
âYou literally have the loudest knuckles, Sero!â
âHow do you even know thatââ
Someone sighs. Hard. You recognise the sound as Izuku, doing that tight little anxious inhale before he tries to be responsible.
âShould I⊠um⊠should I ask Recovery Girl if weâre allowedâ?â
âNo, if Kacchan shows up and weâre gone, heâll blast us into spaceââ
âOh heâs definitely gonna show upââ
You try shifting, just enough to look toward the door. A small movement, but enough to tug at something deep in your gut. You wince, which apparently sends the hallway into frenzy.
And before they manage to organize themselves, one brave soul reaches for the door handle.
Minaâs whisperâundoubtedly its hersâcuts through the noise âOkay, on threeââ
You have exactly one second to process that, and tighten your hold around Mitsukiâs hand as hard as you can, before a hand curls around the knob and another, much sharper voice snaps from down the hall.
âTouch that door and I swear to god youâre dead.â
Every single voice outside vanishes. You donât even need to see him to know who said it. Katsuki.
Last time you laid eyes on him he was in a puddle of his own blood, chest torn, right arm destroyed. The thought alone is making your jaw tremble.
Your stomach flips; your eyes do that stupid thing where they well up so much that they sting and your heart kicks into a frantic rhythm, strong enough that the monitor beside you responds with a panicked series of beeps.
For a fragment, you come to believe this is a dream. An afterlife experience. Some sick and twisted purgatory. Some strange, cruel limbo replaying the moments before everything went black.
Mitsuki reacts before you do. She leans in, her free hand hovering near your shoulder as if she can physically hold you together while the monitor continues its frantic beeping. âEasy,â she murmurs, voice low. âBreathe, sweetheart. Youâre fine.â
Her thumb presses gently into the back of your hand, grounding you.
The footsteps outside slow, the scrape of rubber soles against the linoleum deliberate now, controlled in that way Katsuki walks when heâs trying to stop himself from running. Thereâs a muffled scuffleâsomeone tripping over someone else during their attempt to scramble out of his path.
The doorknob turns. Not violently, but slowly. Carefully. Like heâs afraid the world behind it might shatter if he enters too fast.
The door opens halfway, and Katsuki steps inside.
Heâs out of breath, but it's the kind where heâs trying very hard not to show. His hair, shorter than you remember, is a mess from whatever fight he had with the wind on the way here. His uniform shirt is wrinkled, sleeves pushed up his forearms in uneven rolls, and his tie is gone entirely.
But none of that is what gets you. Itâs the way he stops actually. Abruptly.
And not because Mitsuki is in his way or because your friends are whisper-squabbling just outside the door. He stops because he sees you.
Awake.
His eyes widen first, a stunned flicker of disbelief that washes over his face before he can hide it. Then everything in him seems to go slack for a moment â shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, the tension dissolving so suddenly it looks like his legs might give out.
âNo fucking way,â he breathes, so quietly it barely reaches the room. His gaze flits across your face, ignoring his motherâs plea for decent language.
Whatever strength he had walked in with drains from his posture all at once. His breath catches on a sound too close to a sob, and he stumbles two steps forward before genuinely stopping himself, like heâs afraid he might do the wrong thing and make you hurt again.
The monitor chooses that exact moment to spike again, a sharp, accusing beep-beep-beep echoing through the walls.
Katsuki flinches, just barely. His eyes flash to the machine, then to your hand clutching Mitsukiâs, then back up to you. Something like guilt â real, aching guilt â tightens his expression. His head jerks toward yours and in the same instant he looks completely guttedâlike the beeping is some damning confirmation that youâre in pain because of him, that all those months of him replaying the footage of you almost getting torn apart in half, ignoring every warning from people who told him not to, all led to this moment right here: you trembling, terrified, trying to hold yourself together.
He tries to say your name, but it dissolves into a choked gasp. Tears are already spilling, hot and unguarded, not even wiped away. Katsuki Bakugoâwho never criesâcanât stop crying.
Instinct drags you forward. You try to sit up, to reach for him, anything to close the distance, but the muscles in your abdomen seize. A bolt of pain rips through you so sharply your vision whites out, and you collapse back into the bed with a strangled breath.
âStay still!â Mitsuki catches your shoulder before you can tear something, her voice shaking now too. âSweetheart, you canât moveââ
Your hand slips from hers anyway, desperate to get to him.
âHeyââ His voice cuts off, a sob and cracks, embarrassing him. He swallows hard, trying again. âHey. Take it easy, you dummy.â
He says it softly. Too softly for it to be an insult.
Katsuki kneels swiftly beside the bed, and his scarred hand hovers over yours.Â
When he finally touches your hand, itâs feather-light, trembling with the same fear and relief burning in his eyes. He doesnât grip, doesnât hold too tight, doesnât let go either. He rests his palm over yours, as if heâs anchoring himself to you while afraid that even the slightest pressure might hurt you.
You notice heâs holding a flower inside his other hand. Your eyes widen at the sight and he looks down at his hand too, muttering âItâs for you. A âget well soonââ
âKatsuâtsukâkiâ you breathe out, shakingly.
Your fingers twitch, wanting to wrap around his hand, to pull him closer, to fix the broken edges of him the way heâs holding onto you. You try to shift, to ease closer, but your abdomen flares with pain and you freeze, groaning softly.
He freezes too, instantly still, and looks at you with wide, frantic eyes. âHey⊠hey, hey, IâIâm sorry,â he whispers, voice cracking, almost pleading.
Then, slowly, he adjusts himself so he can lean against you without putting weight on your ribs. His hand over yours flexes, releases, flexes again, as if he canât decide whether to grip or just stay connected to you.
His tears fall freely now, soaking your fingers, and the sound of him crying forces tears to come out of your eyes too.
All you can do is squeeze his hand back, as much as your pain will allow, and whisper his name again.Â
He takes it, eve though his own hand aches like itâs being pierced, because the touch is not just an ember that youâre alive. Itâs the undeniable fact that youâre awake.
And Katsuki is just so, so happy that this one good thing happens to him, he doesnât even mind that the rest of the class storms inside minutes later and everyone sees him crying.
Katsuki Bakugo Masterlist
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Pro hero Dynamight reads your dirty comments. 18+. MDNI.
The studio is bright.
Multitude of equipment illuminating the set, three separate cameras filming from different angles, sound proof ceilings and people scattered around, each one with a different task.
It's intimidating, not for Bakugou though, he's been here before, done this before, multiple times.
Interviews are something he had gotten accustomed to back in ua, long before his official debut as a pro, as much as he found it a waste of time, being in the spotlight was inevitable as a hero.
The only thing new about today's interview was it's concept, 'reading thirst tweets'.
"Ready?" The director asked, preparing the shot, "and action!"
"Evenin', Dynamight here." Bakugou introduced himself, not even bothering recalling the actual script, "Gonna go through the filth you all post on the internet."
There is hushed murmur in the background, along with the sound of someone clearing their throat, but he pays no mind to them.
Reaching over, he pulls out a stripe of paper from the box, unfolding and reading it.
Comment no. 42
By @/Bakugousleftnutsack. "Do the new kalvin clein, dynamight special edition boxers come with his balls sweat? Asking for a friend."
Bakugou looked directly at the camera, brows furrowed as he re-read the comment, the crowd breaking into laughter as he looked back up again.
"I don't even know where to begin." He sighed, scratching his temple, folding the paper into tiniest possible dimension, "My left nuâbeep is curious about my baâbeep sweat."
He shook his head, cringing as the comment echoed in the back of his mind, "It only get's worse doesn't it?"
Sympathetic hum is heard in the background.
Comment no. 69
By @/Dynamightsarmpithair. "Just found out dynamight's sweat smells like sweet caramal, we need a candle scented after him, so I can pound my hole with his candle lit in the background."
He lifted head without completely reading the comment, "It's more like burnt sugar," clarifying the scent he continued, "I am sure you can get something similar in bath and body works, my wife gets those when I am away on long mission."
Awing echoed in the background, someone clapping lightly.
He looked back down, "so I can pounâ" he deadpanned, lips pursed as he looked into the camera, folding the piece of paper and wordlessly moving on to the next comment.
Comment no. 34
By @/whyareyougae? "Not into feet, but I'll suckle on dynamight's toes, good night."
*Insert blurry, pixelated image of Bakugou's feet covered in dirt*
"The image is of my crusty feets after the camping in Osaka." He squinted eyes, bringing the piece of paper close to his face, chuckling in disbelief, "Don't even what to know how they got it, also the username." He sighed, shaking his head as chuckling echoed in the background.
"You know the youth is cooked," Bakugou continued, folding the paper and tossing it to the side, reaching for the next stripe, "when whyareyougae seems like the most decent username."
Comment no. 35
By @/Peenerexpert.
"According to my analysis, Dynamight has big dick."
#slaymyhole
He shrugged his shoulders, cheekily tossing the paper on the table, "Well, they do seem like an expert."
Hooting and hollering interrupted the video, backstage crew whistling and cheering loudly.
Comment no. 12
By @/saltedprecum.
"Does Dynamight know that we thirst over him, does he know every time he makes an appearance we collectively cum on the spot?"
"I hope it's not during news broadcast," He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he sceptically eyed the crew, "It'd be concerning if you got off to crime."
He leaned back, hands raised, "I don't judge."
Comment no. 100
By @/mrs.dynamight.
"While you are thirsting over @/dynamight.official. I am actually bouncing on his dick." #dontbothergettinginline
