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Listen. Listen. Listen

I deadass caught myself literally giggling and kicking my feet, I shit you not.

I embarrazzed myself in the privacy of my room.

This is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen and is it too much to ask???? This is all I want dammit!!!! Lemme paint and let Dabi walk in and think I'm adorable!!!!!

i have another request :33333333333333333

How would Dabi or Hawks react to coming to their artist s/o room and seeing her face, hands and clothes covered in paint? :33

omg I love ur requestssss these are so cute 🙌

Hawks

Keigo wandered into your apartment as usual, some snacks in a crinkly plastic bag as he sauntered through the balcony door. He always entered like this- unannounced, with snacks, from the windows or the balcony, like a bird into its nest, because that’s what your place was to him. “hey babe I’m-“ he peeked into your bedroom, where you sat, cross legged on a big flat piece of cardboard, absolutely covered in paint. Hair, face, clothes, even the backs of your legs were smeared in colors where you’d lazily wiped it away. “Oh hey Keigo!” You grinned, waving a painted hand at him. He let out a snort, walking in and crossing his arms, a wide grin on his face. “You sure made a mess” he chuckled, sitting on the corner of your bed. You pouted a bit, hiding a small smile “I mean I put down cardboard,” you shrugged, gesturing to the large flat piece of cardboard beneath you.

It too was a total mess of blues, yellows, pinks, an array of colors that mixed and contrasted against the sad beige. He glanced down at the canvas in front of you. It was large, and it looked like you were making a landscape. It was pretty. Really pretty. Meow all the colors made sense, the way they blended and shaped the painting, providing their own shades and highlights to advance the setting you’d so meticulously crafted. he grinned, running a hand through your hair, little specks of paint dappling the ends of it. “It looks lovely. Have you eaten?” “Uhhhhh-“ “don’t tell me you skipped lunch too” he sighed at your silence as you closed your mouth, not wanting to dig yourself a bigger hole. He rolled his eyes, placing a kiss on your head. “Don’t worry, I brought snacks, and I can heat up some leftover pizza…you’d be so hopeless without me” he said the last part ever so dramatically, leading you to giggle and shake your head, flustered by how much you didn’t want to admit he might be right. He stood, walking back towards the door, still glancing back a few times to see the array of colors surrounding you, admiring how- of course you looked beautiful like this. He grinned, leaning back on the door frame “oh and babe?” He chirped, watching your bright eyes glance back at him. “It really does look nice… not as nice as its artist though” he winked dramatically once more before sweeping out, leaving you to shake your head and smile at his antics.

Dabi

It was an average day for Touya, doing his usual rounds with the league, looking for new recruits, burning said recruits alive because they annoyed him, and then walking home, and by home, he means to your place. He kicked off his boots once he was inside, knowing you wouldn’t be too appreciative of him tracking dirt in. “Hey doll where’re ya at” he said with a stretch, finally relaxing within the confines of your flat. “I’m in the living room!” He sighed, smiling to himself as he heard your soft voice from the other room. He turned the corner, and-

“Did you get jumped by crayons or somethin”

you snorted at his comment, turning to look at him. His brow was furrowed, and he scoffed at the sight of your face. Mainly because nearly every inch of you was smeared in paint. “No, I’m painting” you replied, turning back to your project. he scoffed once more, coming closer to peer over your shoulder. The painting was focused on a cherry blossom tree, the bright pinks and faint reds shading them contrasting the light blue of the pond behind it. “Nice.” He said gruffly, plopping down comfortably next to you. “Don’t know why it required you to be so…messy, though” he eyed you up and down, smirking, his amused expression outweighing his snarky remarks- it was clear he found this to be absolutely adorable.

“I didn’t mean to… it kinda just happens, you know?” You shrugged, giggling softly as you glanced back at your artwork. He eyed you for a moment, his smirk widening into a smile. “So this happens often then?” He teased, gently nudging your shoulder. “You mean if I get here early enough I’ll get to catch you being messy? i mean, I have to leave my boots at the door, but you can practically eat paint and it’s fine?” He laughed, kissing your painted cheek with a Cheshire Cat grin. You rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the cardboard beneath you. “I laid down cardboard” you offered, and he scoffed once more, grinning impossibly wider. “Doesn’t seem like it helped. You’re really something, you know that? Don’t worry, it‘s why I love ya so much… I’ll go make some tea, cos it looks like you won’t be done for a while” he dragged out his last word, ruffling your already messy hair as he stood, looking down at you and your little project. He couldn’t help but find your current circumstances to be adorable, but he’d much rather tease you than admit that to your face. Much more fun that way.

Onggg @yippe3allthedamnnamesrtaken you have the best requests EVER 🙏😭🫶

also I’m fully aware that at some point now autocorrected to meow, but I honestly found it to fun to fix it hehe

I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

I am.........very not sober.......

I had fun tho ✌🏾😗

....This took way too long to write lol.....I'm gonna sleep like the dead lmao...

It All Starts with a Kiss

Femme! MetalHead ShigaDabi x Femme! Reader

[TW] - Mature Content Alert 18+ ONLY PLEASE! wlw action, femme presenting reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, pet names, alcohol mentioned, smoking mention, marijuana mentioned, completely not proofread , might delete later who knows...

You leaned over the counter in your tour bus bathroom, eyes half lidded while you carefully applied your lipstick. It didn’t have to be perfect, but you liked a little control when it came to your haphazard lifestyle. Besides, you’d already screwed up your eyeliner and that was already pissing you off. When you leaned back up to inspect, however, a sharp hand grabbed your face. 

The bassist, Touya. God she was a woman. Lips constantly turned into this pouty scowl that shook you to your core and cold blue eyes that threatened to eat you alive. It made your breath hitch as she studied your face, clearly shaken by the sudden grab. A smirk played on her lips painted a charcoal black. You didn’t even hear her come in.

“You’re really layering it on tonight, dollface.” She teased mercilessly, although she was right. You didn’t usually care too much of your appearance, but tonight you’d just wanted a little something different. Touya pursed her lips together, pondering something for a moment. “Oh you also missed a little something.” 

Before you could question her she pulled you in, her lips connecting with your cheek harshly before pulling back quickly. A gasp left your lips. You looked to the mirror to see her handiwork, a bold imprint of her lips plastered on your cheek. 

“Touya!” you exclaimed. She laughed almost maniacally while she sauntered away, no doubt going to light a cigarette before the show. It was her constant goal to mark you it seemed. Honestly, you should have seen it coming. Leaving these kisses on your body was her way of claiming you in front of everyone. Sometimes it was your neck, sometimes your arms. One time she’d managed to sneak one on your inner thigh, and you didn’t even notice it until photos came out from that particular concert. 

It couldn’t have been anyone else. You stuck to a dark, almost bloody lip tint, and your other partner-in-crime never bothered to wear any kind of makeup. She claimed it was irritating to wear and simply a waste of time for her. 

Speak of the devil and she shall arrive. Tomura. Lead guitarist and certified B.I.T.C.H. She was not afraid to speak her mind. Often leaving you and Touya in awkward situations apologizing to people who’d had to endure her wrath. Tomura was vile, evil if you wanted to push it. However, she had quite the soft spot for you, the lead vocalist for your band.

 She entered your bus, a sigh leaving her lips when she didn’t immediately see you. You heard her set something down in the living area before making her way into the bedroom. Her tongue clicked when, once again, she did not see you.  

“You in here?” she called out. Of course you knew it was for you. Only the three of you resided in this bus and she passed Touya on the way in, leaving a swift kiss to her smoky lips. 

“Yes, ‘mura” You responded, still trying to remove the lipstick stain from your face. Touya must have some industrial grade paint for lipstick because this shit never washed out. You groaned and kept scrubbing. The familiar steps of Tomura closed in on you in the bathroom and a small chuckle left her lips. 

“Oh darling,” she purred, stepping toward you. “She really went for it, huh?” You just groaned again, taking your washcloth and scrubbing as hard as you could. The rest of your skin was raw around the mark. Tomura sighed and pulled your hands from your face. “You’re gonna damage your skin, darling.” she hummed, wiping a thumb over the kiss mark.

“Besides why do you wanna wipe my kiss off anyway.” A voice interrupted. You looked away from Tomura to glare at Touya, who was leaning against the doorway of your tiny bathroom. Tomura hummed and glided her slender fingers through your hair, her attention never really leaving her. 

“You ruined her makeup,” she said, a bit coldly. Touya tutted and backed out of the doorway. This allowed the three of you to join together in the bedroom. It was a conscious decision to have a tour bus with one master bedroom for the three of you to share, as well as a bunk room in the back for anyone who dared to share with the three of you. 

You walked up to Touya and pushed at her shoulder. “Why would you do this to me?” You whined. Touya sighed and pulled you back, cupping your jaw in hers. 

“Why do you hate it so much hm?” She questioned back. A blush crept up on your cheeks. You never hated it per say, but she’d never left the marks right in the middle of your face. “Do you just hate my kisses, dollface?” Touya pressed. You didn’t have a chance to defend your position before she crept kisses along your neck. She trailed over your throat when you leaned your head back submissively, and peppered them along your jaw. A hum left her lips as she closed the gap between you. She shared a breath with you, smokey and lustful, before a throat clearing turned your attention. 

“Am I just going to be left out to watch you two almost fuck each other” Tomura clicked harshly. Her attitude was much sharper than Tomuras, but her hands slid over your hips like velvet when she came behind you. She pressed herself into your back and left a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. You instinctively leaned back into her for support, feeling her bony hips wave against yours. 

“Tomura,” you whispered, already high with lust. It amused the two of them how easy you were to rile up. One moment you were whiny and yelling about your precious makeup and in seconds you were melting in their arms. 

Your head leaned back on Tomura’s shoulder, letting out a noise when Touya came back to pepper kisses along your throat. Touya latched onto your neck, determined to leave more marks on you while Tomura massaged your hips. She ran her hands back and forth over them, pressing you to grind into her. All the while she grazed her lips over your shoulder.

There was seemingly a telepathic connection between your bassist and guitarist because as Touya moved her hands to cup your breasts in her hands, Tomura slid her hands between your legs, giving a tentative rub against your clothed sex. You whined needily while they fondled you, quickly turning into a puddle for them. 

“Oh doll, that's quite a face you’re making,” Touya teased, sliding her hand under your shirt to grope you properly. Her eyebrows raised slightly in shock to find you not wearing a bra under your shirt. You opened your mouth to respond, but a breathy moan took over your words. Tomura had progressed to massaging her fingers over your protected clit. It was no mystery why your knees buckled, leaving you leaving against the guitarist for support. 

“Careful, darling,” Tomura purred, supporting your weight. “Would you like to lay down?” Her question was more of an instruction. The two of them moved to allow you to plummet onto the bed. You looked up at them and watched them lock eyes with each other. Touya smirked and grabbed Tomura’s jaw with a hand, pulling her into a kiss before you. You watched Tomura wrap her pale arms around Touya’s waist, quickly running her hands underneath her shirt. 

Touya was the first to release the kiss, only to grab a fistful of Tomura’s frosty white locks and yank them back. Tomura let out a low moan as her slender neck was exposed for Touya to take her time kissing, biting, and sucking. Touya also made sure to slip her other hand into the waistband of Tomura’s pants and grab her bottom roughly. 

You whined needily, slipping your pants off and quickly making work of your aching clit. How were you supposed to stay still with these two right in front of you? Touya noticed almost immediately, however, and hummed against Tomura’s neck. 

“Our doll is a bit lonely, wouldn’t you say?” Touya mumbled against Tomura’s neck. Tomura lolled her head to look at you, her ruby eyes almost closed with lust. 

“She sure is,” Tomura purred. “We really should help her out.” Touya let the woman go and let her walk to you, quickly positioning herself on top of you. 

Tomura pushed your hands away from yourself and, before you could complain, she pressed her lips to yours. Her tongue slid into your mouth and tangled itself with yours. She let her hands caress your body all the way down to your sex, and once she’d pushed her hand into your underwear, she pulled away from the kiss. 

“Oh my,” she mumbled, sliding two slender fingers into you. “You are so wet, love.” A moan tore its way from your throat, and she took that as a sign to start pumping her fingers into your core. Touya had since shed her clothes and made her way to the bed, making eyes contact with Tomura briefly. 

Touya crawled up onto the bed and caressed your flushed face. You don’t know when your eyes had slid shit, but they quickly opened to the contact. It was clear you were already a blubbering mess, but Touya had to ask you a question. 

“Doll,” she hummed, circling her thumb over your cheek. “How are you feeling?” It was almost a tease. She knew damn well how you were feeling, and your answer came out as a moan. Touya chuckled and bit her lip. “What do you want from me, doll?” It took you a second to answer, but Tomura slid her fingers out of you to remove your underwear, so you got a second’s reprieve. 

“Wan’ you…” you panted out, “to sit on my face?” It came out as a question, your mind quickly becoming delirious. Touya hummed, pushing your hair out of your face. 

“That what you want? Huh?” You nodded at her, pleadingly. Touya hummed again and straddled your shoulders, leaving you eye to eye with her cunt. Before she committed however, she pulled your chin up to look at her. “Three taps, doll. Three taps on my thigh if you can’t handle anymore, got it?” It was a demand. The last thing they needed was for you to suffocate, even though you’d gladly suffocate in between Touya’s thighs any day. You nodded obediently. 

Touya waited for your agreement before lowering herself over your face. You quickly latched onto her awaiting clit and lapped your tongue over her folds. She jerked and groaned out. While this was happening, Tomura had undressed as well, and positioned herself between your legs. 

Tomura threw your legs over your shoulders, her breath now stimulating your under-pleasured core. She licked her lips tentatively before swiping her tongue over your slit, causing you to moan into Touya’s cunt. Tomura parts her lips and starts to make out with your sopping folds. She sucks gently, allowing her tongue to explore the outline of your cunt. She devoured you like a woman starved. 

If it weren’t for the woman straddling your head, you might have been fucked out just from that, but you had important things to do. You suck on her clit with the desire to hear her yell out for you. You’re lapping at her furiously while holding her thighs down so she doesn’t move too much. 

You can’t see it but Touya has her head thrown back, eyes rolled shut and mouth agape as you lick and suck. Tomura would bully her if she wasn’t busy wiggling her tongue around your entrance, teasing the hole and listening to you mumble out moans. Tomura has also slid her fingers down to her own heat and started finger fucking herself just to the taste and sound of the two of you. 

Your core is already tightening, and you can feel Touya’s thighs squeezing at either side of your head. She’s grinding into your tongue as you squirm under Tomura. You suck on her sensitive clit, feeling her jerk and spasm over you. 

“Oh fuck,” Touya growls out, trying not to crush your head between her thighs. Her hips grind into you faster, wanting more friction from your tongue. You happily oblige. 

Tomura, still stationed between your thighs, also feels her impending orgasm and quickens her pace fingering herself. She takes this opportunity to shove her tongue into your quaking hole, causing you to moan loudly into Touya’s cunt. Tomura is ruthless, chasing her own orgasm while she tongue-fucks you. 

Touya is the first to finally cum, letting out a guttural moan when your tongue ministations push her over the edge. You feel her juices running down your chin and the sides of your mouth and happily lap up her cum as she rides out her orgasm on your tongue. 

Tomura is quickly behind her, curling her fingers into herself and finally feeling the tightening sensation in her belly. Of course she doesn’t use her orgasm as an excuse to not finish you. While she barrels herself into climax, she’s quickly tongueing you into your own. You end up cumming at the same time as her, your eyes rolling back into your head while your thighs shake and your core spasms. 

A pause is shared between the three of you. For just a moment you all stay completely still, letting the waves of pleasure bring you to an all time high. When you finally come to, the three of you all pull yourselves into bed. You nestle yourself in between the two of them, watching as they share a quick kiss before getting comfortable next to you, ready to shower you with all of the affection that you deserve.

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Naughty Santa

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Elf Helper Reader sits in Mall Santa Touya's lap

Pairing: Pro Hero Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Public Sex, Crack, Horrible Christmas puns (you're a menace), Light Spanking(??it's like a single smack), Riding, Exhibition, Almost Caught, Praise Kink, Semi Clothed Sex, Mall Santa Dabi

Word Count: 2k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 5th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Don't be scared to be a lil naughty this year🤭

Prompt: Sitting on Santa's lap

My Masterlist

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Touya was somehow convinced ̶b̶u̶l̶l̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶ into being Santa Claus at the mall this year.

It's for a charity event the agency hosts every year, with the heroes and sidekicks playing Santa and his elves for the hoards of germ-riddled, snot-nosed, whiny brats.

Now normally, with it being his agency, Endeavor himself is supposed to be the one playing Santa again, as he'd done the previous years.

But last year, the flaming trash's temper flared at one point, causing his stupid flame beard to appear, burning away the fake Santa beard and promptly traumatizing most of the kids who witnessed it, which then dropped the agency's ranking.

So this year, needing a new Santa, it was decided that Touya, as his eldest and the next in line to inherit the agency, is to suffer as Santa.

The suit is stuffy and uncomfortable, the beard is a horror on his skin, and the children are loud, obnoxious and annoying, as children usually are.

He wants to go home.

His only saving grace, is you, dressed in that adorable little elf costume that has no business looking that sexy.

A little red and green dress that he's pretty sure is a size too small as it just barely covers your ass, stopping at mid thigh, with thigh high, red and white striped stockings leaving a thin sliver of skin, green and white shoes and hat, and fake elf ears.

That outfit can't be kid friendly.

Looking at the other sidekicks dressed as elves too, in relatively the same thing, he decides it's just him. The others look normal.

At least he has something to look at to keep him sane. 

And that's exactly what he does right now as you greet the first swarm of gremlins into Santa's Wonderland.

Whatever arousal he'd gained watching you was instantly gone at the grating sound of the high octave of children screaming and clapping.

It's gonna be a long day.

*****

"And we're done!” you chirp, bounding over as the last of the kids, a little girl, skips away, waving at everyone. Many sticky, screaming children later, Touya is finally free.

Seeing the drained look on his face, you smile softly at him. “I’m gonna help clean up if you wanna just rest a bit, okay?”

He hums tiredly in response and you press a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving. 

The chair he's been stuck in is soft and he's exhausted, so he just unbuckles the black belt, unzips the front of the Santa jacket and pulls off his white gloves, resting his head on his fist and letting his eyes slip shut. A small nap won't hurt.

*****

He wakes up to a weight on his lap and automatically complains. “I’m done being Santa!” he groans, damn near whining, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed.

“But Santa,” you coo, gliding your hand up his chest, over the white vest he wore under the costume, feeling the lines of hard muscle beneath the fabric. Pulling the fake beard down under his chin, you press a kiss to his lips and murmur against him, “What about what I want for Christmas?” 

Well that certainly got his attention. 

His eyes snap open to look at you, feeling your cheeky smile against his lips. Straddling his lap, hands balanced on his shoulders, you hum happily when he pulls you in closer by your waist and deepens the kiss, biting down softly on your bottom lip. 

You let your lips fall open and Touya slips his tongue into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. He can feel himself grow harder and kisses you deeper, heated hands falling to trail up your thighs, under your dress, to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh there, before pulling away, leaning back and dropping both of his hands to your thighs to pull you down onto his bulge, groaning.

“Someone's gonna see us, Dolly,” he murmurs, eyes lidded and hot on you.

You pull the beard fully off, throwing it to the side somewhere, and drag him back in by the nape of his neck, muttering against his lips, “Everyone left. There’s only the cleaners at the back of the mall. I checked”

“Hmm, so? What do you want, baby?” he asks amusedly, voice husky and low.

You trail your lips up his jaw to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Santa,” your breath tickling his skin. "And keep the hat on."

He breathes out a moaning curse, muttering "Weirdo.", while squeezing your waist and holding you in place as he thrusts his hips up against you, groaning at the friction.

You moan softly at the feeling, and your lips twitch with the need to grin as you get a horrible idea and decide to say it anyway.

"You wanna go up my chimney?" You giggle, laughing even harder at the face he makes. "Gonna empty your sack in me, Santa?"

“Please, not the puns,” he groans, nipping at your bottom lip. 

"Let me jingle your bells?” you whisper, smiling cheekily against his lips. He rolls his eyes, surging in to capture your lips in a kiss to shut you up.

He won't admit outloud how adorable you are right now; sitting pretty in his lap in your little elf costume, muttering horrible Christmas puns in between giggles, but he might as well play along. 

He trails his lips down your neck, pressing kisses to your throat and dragging his tongue up and over your jaw, murmuring, "Mm, you been a good girl this year?", as he grinds up against you.

You shudder, biting your lip to try to stifle a breathy moan, as you automatically tilt your head back to give him more room to your neck. "Mm, no Santa. I've been naughty."

He can't believe he's doing this. The Christmas lights are still lit for fuck's sake, though the mall had turned the main lights out. The music is still playing yet here he is, defiling the Santa chair.

As he peppers your skin in little nips and marks, he hums, murmuring, "Naughty girls don't deserve presents."

You grind down against him, raking your nails down his chest. "I can be a good girl for you, Santa."

Sucking a mark just below your ear, he purrs, "I'll have to punish you if you can't, hm?", as he pulls down the zipper of your dress, before pulling it up and off of you, leaving you in just your underwear, the shorts that kept you modest and the thigh highs.

“Can I get on the nice list if I make Santa feel good?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him while rolling your hips.

Laughing lowly, he rips the shorts off, a little fire aiding the process, nipping at your bottom lip when you giggle, and muttering, "Depends." as he drops the tatters of the shorts to the floor near the dress. "On what?", you ask breathlessly as he unhooks your bra and discards that too. You arch into his hold when he grasps a handful of your tits, kneading the soft flesh.

"On how well you take me." He grins, pinching and playing with your nipple, pulling you back down for another searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth at the first gasp.

One hand remains playing with your chest as the other squeezes your ass slightly, then slides in between the both of you to palm his erection before moving and shifting you to sit up on your knees while he pulls his pants halfway down his thighs, freeing his straining erection. 

He thrusts his unclothed cock up against you, making you moan into his mouth and grind down your clothed cunt against him, the soaked panties gliding over him.

You're so wet he could probably just slide right into you.

When he maneuvers you to sit up again, you let out a little whine at the loss of friction that’s cut off by a choked moan when he pulls your panties to the side and eases two thick fingers into you.

"Greedy little elf,” he teases, curling his fingers inside you, feeling how easy you take him, opening up so well for him. 

He thrusts once, twice, scissoring them, then pulls them out, immediately lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, dragging it through your wet folds.

It's all the warning you get before he pushes in, groaning as he pulls you down onto his fat cock, slowly but all at once bottoming out. 

Throwing your head back, you moan long and low as you dig your nails into the velvet material covering his shoulders.

He runs his hands up your sides, letting you adjust to the stretch, pushing you up and back so you're on display for him, in nothing but your elf hat, thigh highs and panties. He grips your ass, lifting you up before dropping you back down onto his lap, your cunt sucking in his dick. You moan, gripping his Santa jacket to stabilize yourself. 

“Ride me,” is all he says. But you're still shaking, still trying to adjust to the sheer size of him, so when you don’t move, the stinging slap to your ass causes you to yelp. "I said ride. Good girls do what they're told."

“I’m sorry, Santa,” you mumble out, shakily pushing yourself up on your knees. "I'll be good." You drop back down with a whine at the feeling.

“There's a good girl. Just like that,” he moans, keeping one hand on your ass while the other holds you steady by your waist.

He watches you bounce up and down on his lap, your tits bouncing with you.

He watches your head fall back as you moan like a whore as you fuck yourself silly on his cock where anyone can see if they just walk by, the filthy squelching of your sloppy pussy only barely drowned out by your moans, the jingling bells of your elf hat and the Christmas carols playing in the background.

His other hand slides down, grasping your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.

With his feet planted on the floor and the firm grip on your ass, he holds you still as he fucks up into you, hard and fast, making your moans echo through the empty mall.

The faster his pace becomes, the louder you get until the sound of someone whistling pierces through the air, making you both freeze.

Fuck.

The security guard.

How horny could you have been to forget about the fucking mall security?!

He slows his thrusts to a deep grind, with small, barely there movements that make you bite your lip to keep from moaning and getting caught by the poor, unsuspecting guard.

Touya brings a hand around your neck, turning your face towards his to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss that works to both turn you on impossibly more and absorb some of the noises you can’t help but make with Touya stuffing you so well.

You can hear the guard’s footsteps coming closer and for some reason, their proximity only has you getting hotter. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin, nipping at your ear.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, kneading your ass as he rocks your hips. “I can feel you clenching around me. You want to get caught, don’t you? You want this poor guard to see you being stuffed full, and wish they're the one fucking you, hm?"

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, shaking; his hot breath on your skin where he whispers filth into your ear pushing you that bit closer the edge.

The whistling moves further away, and as hot as the danger of getting caught was, you relax when it passes.

At least until you feel a warm thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing firm circles, as Touya resumes pounding up into you, and that's all it takes.

You go rigid, clenching down on him as a string of whimpered swears leave you as you cum, slick gushing out around and on him, soaking his pants.

And the vice grip of your spasming cunt drags him over the edge with you. “Fuck baby, take Santa’s present.” he moans, cheeky, laughing and breathless, as he cums deep inside you.

Heady and stuffed full, you breathe, "Thank you, Santa."

As you come down from your high, he chuckles, caresses your back, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome, baby."

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This tweet made me smile

Giggling and kicking my feet rn

I want him

Sukuna's the type of boyfriend where you confess to him first and he acts like he knew all along. He didn't - and he does a major fistbump the moment you look away.

The type where he'll click his tongue at wherever you want to drag him during your date, then snatch your hand and take you there anyway.

The type where he lets you put on face masks and eyeliner on him to your hearts content - no matter how much says it's stupid, and he doesn't need that shit, anyway, you always catch him keeping it on.

The type to make you pretty bracelets - not buy, make. Picking out charms and colors he thinks you'd love and then thrusting it into your hands saying it "wasn't a big deal, anyway." But you catch that pretty blush on his cheeks.

The type that makes your coworkers slightly concerned when a towering, beefy man is waiting for you on his rugged motorbike. And they've got their fingers on the phone already, peering anxiously outside as you cling onto the very man with a tight hug. And only - only - when they catch him fastening on your helmet, oh-so-gently do they breathe out in relief, realizing that maybe he's just that type.

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I am reham, his condition, and all the families of Gaza are very difficult, they do not have the necessities of life, no medicine, no food, no health, no education, nothing but death and destruction I appeal to everyone who sees my campaign to stand by my family, Whether by donating or sharing the story with your friends to raise an amount that will help my family get out of Gaza safely 💔🍉

I am a nurse at Nasser and Al-Khair Hospital in Khan Yunis I also used to work for Dentist K But at the present time, I have lost my job, which was a source of income for me and my family in the past, and now all I will have left is the donation link that I made in order to help my family, about thousands.But it takes timeI hope to achieve the goal of my campaign.

I also want to do charitable work and spread the first aid course to children and women because we really need that urgently at the present time because of this war and genocide that we are exposed to.I lost my brother because of this war, and I really miss him. The loss is painful.

I have been afflicted with a great emptiness and depression because of his distance from me. I hope you pray for him too, may God have mercy on him. 💔🥺🙏

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