#thirstwithpleasant

[pleasantanathema]

Has probably been imagined before but let's talk about Toshinori for a min. He's sweet and caring with a little bit of a hidden dark side, already packing down south, if you know what I mean. Then one day, y'all are getting busy, you're nice and wet and stretched as he fucks you from behind, and then you hear and feel it--the transformation. Suddenly, you're not getting fucked by tall, skinny Toshinori. You're getting fucked by All Might in all his massive glory.

in all his massive glory you’re damn right he’s fucking hung and knows what to do with it, too.

Toshinori’s dark side wouldn’t be all too well hidden from you. No, you’d see it peek out every now and then, especially when you’re alone. Even when not in hero form, he’s strong, too strong for his own good, often bruising your skin when he kisses you, leaving fingerprints in his wake and bite marks, too. He’s a dark man, a hardened man, an experienced man who knows exactly how to please you.

He’s always wanted someone to be wholly and truly his, someone who accepts him in whatever form he takes, and he loves using both on you. He loves taking you roughly, almost like he’s feral, like he lets all his inhibitions go when he’s buried deep inside your wet pussy. You’re like a drug to him, pulling and sucking him inside of you like the little fucking vixen you are. And when he really wants to use his strength on you, he transforms in his hero form and fucks the living hell out of your body. 

He’d be behind you, slamming his hips into yours, hand fisted in your hair as he arches your back for his viewing pleasure. He loves you like this, whimpering and needy, begging for more, more, more of his cock. And he’ll give it to you, he always gives you everything you ask for. 

“You like that, baby? Like how fucking full you feel with my cock inside of you?”

His voice is deep, booming, and suddenly his hands are bigger, the grip on your hair stronger, his thighs barreling into your own now twice the size they were before. He’s All Might now, not Toshinori, and he’s going to save you from all your lust and give you everything he’s got. You’ll be a drooling, blubbering mess for him, crying out his name and pleading for him to make you cum all over his cock. 

He’d pull you up against his massive chest, arms caging you to him like he’s trapped a villain in his hold. You couldn’t get free unless you wanted to, unless you begged him to release you. But that’s not what you’re begging for; you’re begging for orgasmic release, begging for him to use those big, wide fingers to swirl against your clit as he ravages your pussy and makes you cum over, and over again.

He’d love overstimulating you in his hero form, he can do it so easily. His cock is so girthy, his fingers so huge, that he can having you cumming as much as he wants, as much as he can before he finally fills you with so much cum that you feel like you’re drowning in him, falling back against the chest of the mightiest hero.

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i know thirsting hours are probably over but *clenches fist* ever since we were talking about aus in the server, ive been obsessing over sexy southpaw boxer ushi in a fighting au and— its too much 🤪💗

ohohoho the hours should be over but I am still awake and thirsty, and still in the mood for Ushi since my last ask.

I fucking love the idea of fighter Ushijima. He is so athletic, so well built, so knowledgeable when it comes to his body (and yours) that he would be a very skilled fighter. And god damn would he love making his baby proud. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fight for you. When he’s in a fight, strategizing about how to take down his opponent, you are on the forefront of his mind. He fights to make you proud, to show you how well he could protect you, to show you how strong he really is. 

Every time he wins (he rarely loses), his first instinct is to look for you, for his woman waiting for him. Ushijima is not normally a man who wears his emotions on his sleeve, but he smiles just for you. He won’t ever accept a belt, a trophy, a medal, he won’t accept anything without you by his side. He makes the announcers wait for him as he helps you into the ring, wraps a sweaty arm around your shoulders, kisses you in front of the cameras for the world to see. You’re the only trophy he cares about, so he needs you by his side whenever he is announced the winner of the match.

And afterwords, the congratulatory sex is mind blowing. You would think Ushijima would be tired after boxing, but by god does that man have stamina. The moment you get home, he’s taking the real prize, which is your warm waiting pussy that he loves so much. He gives just as much as he takes, lavishing you in praises and kisses, loving your body with every ounce of strength he has left. He’ll eat you out for as long as you let him; he could stay between your thighs all night if you let him, relishing in your taste, in the way your body reacts for him. 

Ushijima loves watching how you react to him. Every touch from him has purpose. He wants to watch how you squirm when he pinches your nipples, wants to watch how your legs shake when he plunges his fingers deep inside of you. He’ll curl them just right, he knows what just what you like, and watch how your stomach muscles tighten with just the right movements. He studies your body more than he does his own. He has strategy with you just like he does in the ring. 

He knows how to win. He knows how to make you cum, how to make you sing his name so loudly that he will hear your voice echoing in his ears for days. And Ushijima always wins when it comes cums to you. 

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For thirsting hours: I love a light humiliation kink like amajiki where you're standing too closely in a train and you're gonna make him cum in his uniform pants on purpose with how you're bumping up against him, he's too shy to stop you or izuku getting so scared someone will see you sucking him off in public but it feels too good to tell you to stop? Momo giving you the remote to a bullet vibrator she's wearing to a fancy dinner with her parents and has bite on a napkin. Needy/nervous..I die

IS THIS A THREE IN ONE THIRST?? slaps hands together alright let’s do this.

Tamaki really is such a naughty boy, which something you love about him. And, unfortunately for him, you love bringing out his horniness at the most inopportune times. On the train, you’d stand too close to him, your ass pressed so just perfectly against his cock straining in his hero uniform. Every twist of the tracks has you pressing back farther, rubbing against him, swaying your hips and making him stutter as he tries to grip the railing above his head to distract himself. The journey isn’t long, but you’d have him drooling, cheeks flushed so red he looks like he’s burning. You’d turn around before the ride is over, slip your hands down the front of his pants without a care in the world if someone is watching. Let them watch, who fucking cares, you’re going to make this sweet boy cum all over your hand, sticky and hot as he tries to cover his moans with coughs.

Then, you’d pull your fingers out before him, grin on your lips as you casually clean his cum from your fingers. You’d lick each digit, wraps your lips around your fingers just like you would his cock, and Tamaki is all the more ready to get off this god damn train and have your lips wrapped around him. 

Izuku is naughty too, and almost equally as shy as Tamaki. And you love getting him worked up in public. He’d still be in his hero uniform after a long day on patrol, and he’d find you waiting for him after work, wearing an outfit he bought you with some of the big boy money he’s earning. He'd be hard in an instant, trying to cover himself, but you know him all too well. You’d sneak him around the side of the hero agency, whisper dirty, filthy things against his lips as he mumbles that you should just go home. But why go home when you can have fun here, with the thrill of someone coming down the alley to find you? You’d drop to your knees, pull that big, thick cock from that green suit of his and go to fucking town with your mouth on him. 

Izuku would be speechless, mortified, but so turned on that you’re sucking his cock right outside where he works. Your mouth feels so good, so hot, so wet, the way you slurp and suck at him. You’re loud, too, which has his ears turning red and blood pumping to his cock so hot and so fast he can barely control himself. He’d grab your head, use his strength to push further down his cock, move you faster until he finally unloads in your mouth with a strangled gasp. He’d be panting, sweaty, angered but so turned on by you.

Momo is so much more confident than our boys. In fact, she’s so confident, so lewd, that the night before a big gala, she gifts you with the remote to a small, inconspicuous vibrator that she plans to wear to dinner. It’s all her idea, but you’re definitely going to have your fun with her. 

You’d kill her with anticipation first. Half the night goes by before you even consider turning on the vibrator. She’ll be so needy, feeling full of the toy but not really getting pleasure, so she’ll be grasping at your thigh, nails tapping on your skin as she impatiently waits for you to turn it on, to do something, and you get her when she least expects it. 

You turn it on when her friends come over to say hello, to congratulate her on her successes as a pro hero, and you watch as her face nearly falls and contorts with pleasure as she feels the vibrations begin to tingle inside of her. She crosses her thighs to stifle the feeling, but it only makes it more intense. She has to shoo her friends away, has to make an excuse for her flushed face to her mother. “it’s hot in here,” she’ll say, fanning herself with a napkin. 

You’d turn the speed up a bit from the remote hidden away in your hand under the table. She’d take that napkin and bite into it, pretty lips leaving lipstick stains on the cloth. She’d kick you under the table, and you’d only laugh, reaching over to feel her quivering thigh as she has her first orgasm of the night. 

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I AM SO READY TO FUCKING EXPOSE MYSELF OKAY SO IMAGINE BLACKSMITH MIRIO

GABBY YOU LITTLE MINX 😂💓

A’ight, I’ll take your bait (like I haven’t thought of blacksmith Mirio before with you hnnnggg).  Mirio is buff. He’s a beefcake, fucking corded with muscle. Working as a blacksmith, he’d be even more hardened, tanned from working long hours in the sun. You’d watch him from across the road, watch how he slams his hammer into the blazing metal with sweat dripping down his brow, back muscles flexing and his strong forearm putting in fucking work.

He’d be hot, so hot from the flames, but he’s skilled enough to know how to not get burned from the coils of fire from the furnace. He’d be in only his blacksmith apron, glorious muscles on display from underneath the leather as he puts all his love and effort into his craft. He forms weapons as beautiful as women, as beautiful as you, curved and strong, desired by every man. 

Only you can ever distract him from his craft. Sometimes, when he runs his strong fingers over a finished blade, he imagines the the dips and curves of your body underneath his touch instead. Sometimes, when he catches you admiring him, he’ll stop for a moment, wipe his arm across his brow and smile at you, soot from the hot coals painting his face, his arms, swirling around the tips of his well groomed nails. Sometimes you imagine him smearing that ashen soot onto you as he kisses you; sometimes you imagine him leaving black prints upon your chest, soot and bruises alike. 

But, most days, you just watch him, day dreaming about him as he bends over his work bench, tight ass cheeks upon his broad thighs looking so fucking fine underneath his pants. One day, you’ll rip those fucking pants off him and get a taste of that round, pert ass of his.

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Thirsting Hours with Pleasant

Ahem 

I have never done a thirsting hours on my blog before, but I need some inspiration to write for an upcoming event. So, I am opening my ask box for the next 2-3 hours for some good ole lewd thirsting time.

Send me your thirsts, send me your lewds, hell send me your soft head canons and let me defile them into some nsfw nastiness. 

I’ll tag all responses with #thristwithpleasant, so feel free to blacklist that if you don’t care to see what filth inevitably makes its way into my inbox.

I’m desperate for inspiration, so I’ll thirst for anyone, but if you send me some Enji thirst, I’ll probably bust a nut or two throughout the night.

Let the thirsting begin!

Thirsting hours are now closed. 

However, I have two very delectable thirsts sitting in my ask box that I will get to very soon. (You know who you are, you delightful Enji fuckers).

Thank you to everyone who sent me an ask, I definitely have the writing bug again! Can’t wait to pick back up on my next fic tomorrow. ❤️