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#my hero academia x you
mindfulvenus · 3 months
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* ੈ✩‧₊ silly little secret
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pairing. bakugou katsuki x reader
song. bad by wave to earth
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bakugou katsuki has smelled like caramel ever since you started dating him. he wanted nothing more than to have a comfortable aroma for you. it's been one of his secrets since the two of you started dating, until you found out.
laying yourself on-top of katsuki you nuzzle your face deeper in-between his chest and find yourself relaxing into him as you inhale his familiar sweet smell.
“kats, you always smell so good! what’s the secret?” you casually ask after getting yourself comfortable on the his bed with him. you feel his built arms circle your body as he tries to pull you impossibly closer.
“secret?” he gruffly asks, trying to stall from having to tell the truth that he’s too prideful to admit. he figures he might as well try to push the truth a little longer.
“it’s nothin… just natural spray…” katsuki grumbles off to you and reaches his hand up to your hair, beginning to brush his fingers through it gently. katsuki's calm until he begins to feel your quiet giggles against his body.
"what's funny?" he chuckles with an eyebrow raised out of confusion.
you slyly remark back, giving him a teasing smile right to his face, “didn’t know "natural" smells like the caramel sweets cologne on your dresser.”
he blinks a couple of times and sits there silently staring for a moment. he quickly sits up and you can see his eyes quickly peer over to his dresser, where he sees his "not so secret" bottle of cologne sitting right out in the open. and he's almost too red in the face right now cause he's just been exposed by his own girlfriend.
katsuki's eye twitches and he flops back down onto the bed in defeat. he finds no point in being pissed or yelling at you, he's figured out, so instead he's found himself stupidly smirking at you with amusement.
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note. i have too many drafted writings, time to free them all!
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gojoath · 4 months
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𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ RAMEN, BAKUGOU KATSUKI
it’s hard to fight off your cravings for instant ramen, even when it’s so bad it gets you out of bed.. but you did always prefer when your boyfriend made it
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summary. fem reader. pro hero bakugou. you share an apartment. fluff ノ sfw. he calls you a dumbass, sorry. petnames; babe. wc, 900.
note. dropping this out of the blue because it’s been in my drafts for a few weeks and i want rid of it :,) but my first post for bnha & bakugou so hopefully it’s not horrible hehe!
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you can recall faintly that it’s somewhere between two and three in the morning as you struggle with the packet of ramen in your hands, and the rustling sounds seem so much louder when it’s just you alone in the kitchen of your apartment. your eyes are still heavy with sleep and the faint lights of the city outside just barely peek through the blinds when you offer them a slow blink.
you exhale when you finally hear the flimsy packaging between your fingers pop before the silence settles for a few moments, and you swear you can almost taste the noodles already as you work to remove the ingredients from their packet carefully.
you sort of enjoy the sounds from the city as you try to work quietly, setting the flavour sachets out in their place infront of you as you sigh softly. you let yourself bask in it, in your dimly lit kitchen as you stand in only your pyjamas, exhaling contently until it’s cut off by a deep mumble that sparks a warmth in your chest— although it still manages to startle you when it cuts through the solitude.
“what’re you doing, dumbass?” bakugou grumbles and you jolt gently, whipping your head to the doorway to follow the sound of the intrusion. but you soften before you smile when your eyes meet the drowsier vermillion gaze narrowing back at you.
his cheeks are puffing, his face still flushed from sleep and his lips are pulled into a pout as he looks at you through the messy blonde hairs framing his face. the cheesy pyjama pants you got him for his birthday hang low on his hips and it makes your heart squeeze when you offer them a lingering look that makes him burn.
“i.. got hungry?” you blink, mirroring your boyfriend bakugou’s pout and you watch his eyebrows pull into a frown before he snorts, taking a few steps to close the distance between you both so he can peer over your shoulder to look down at the ramen in your hands. the close proximity allows you to feel the natural heat of his palm rest on your hips and the way he breathes out a laugh at the sight.
“you’re not eating that shit, babe.” the blonde sighs, following his words with a kiss on your cheek before his hand on your hips turns you to face him, allowing you to admire the way the moonlight kisses his features through the open window of your kitchen. you think it’s charming the way he still blushes when he notices you staring, a stark comparison to the pro-hero dynamight that most other people knew him as— the kid down the street’s idol and the face on the billboard. but this is just who he is when it comes to you, he loves you despite everything else.
you assume bakugou’s about to throw you over his shoulder and drag you back to bed though, tuck you under the heavy, inescapable weight of his biceps and muscles and keep you pinned against his chest, especially with how seriously he took his sleep schedule. you’d always joke that your boyfriend was like a heated blanket— one you’d like to tuck yourself under for eternity, but if anything that only proves how urgent your cravings really are.
but he seems to pick up on your train of thought when he notices your shoulders slump, your fingers still holding the packet of noodles tightly as you suddenly avoid his gaze. you don’t pick up on the way his features soften before he lets out a long, drawn out sigh,
like he didn’t have this idea in mind since he found you.
“tsk—just wait, alright.” bakugou huffs and you perk up at the gruff tone of his voice when he’s tapping at your hip and helping you jump onto the kitchen counter. so you offer him a giggle in response when you watch his lips smooth into a softer kind of smile when you kick your feet happily, he’s trying and failing to hide the lovesick look in his eyes with a scoff after.
he moves naturally around the kitchen, grabbing a few ingredients from the cupboards before he rests the pot on the stove, reaching his hand out to take the ramen that’s still resting in your palms with an expectant look.
“you want it, right?” bakugou breathes and you blink, keeping your silence before handing it over and you feel your heart bloom when his fingers linger on yours a little longer.
“you’re coming back to bed after this.. and don’t think i’m letting your ass get away so easily next time.” the blonde grumbles and you smile before kicking your feet once more because letting yourself be loved like this feels nice, you think. it’s just you and him, somewhere between two and three in the morning in the quiet kitchen of your apartment. there’s no five course meal or fancy setting but you still feel so loved when you look up at your boyfriend and realise his eyes are already on you.
and you soften when you realise that the love you found in bakugou katsuki was best felt like this—with the moonlight pooling around you both as he cooks you your favourite packet ramen past midnight because he remembers you said it tastes better when he makes it,
and he suddenly doesn’t care that he’s got an early patrol in a few hours, because these moments, are meant as an “i love you” from him to you.
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angelltheninth · 3 months
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From those cute flirting prompts can I order a 52 with Hawks?
You can order anything with Hawks honestly. I love the big bird man.
Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, reassurance, soothing kisses, flying, ruined date night
Word count: 0.5k
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A/N: I'd be mad too if my date night with Hawks got ruined.
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52. "It's you. It's only ever going to be you."
Dating the number two hero was always gonna come with challenges. But come on, you can't even go on one date without being interrupted at some point. You can deal with even that but the one thing you can't stand is people flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you no less.
Your hands are tight on his suit jacket, you're glaring at the group of his fans that ask questions and throw in the occasional flirting remark his way. And still they don't leave.
"Ah, please everyone, calm down. As much as I love my fans, I'm here on a date." It was like you were invisible until Keigo gestured towards you. Knowing that only caused you to shrink further into his side. "And we happen to be late. So excuse us." Keigo lifted you bridal style and with one flap of his wings you were in the air, away from the still persistent fans. "Much better. Should have gone with this right away rather then walking there."
Keigo smiled down at you but you couldn't return it. It would be fake, he would see right through it. Instead you curled into him as close as you could.
"Shit, are you cold up here? I should've given you my jacket before taking off. And you're wearing that dress too, I'm sorry for not thinking." He was quicker to apologize and kiss your forehead then you were to explain yourself, which did ease some of your worries.
"Some of those women were very pretty." You said as casually as possible.
"Huh? Er, I guess?" Keigo narrowed his eyes at you, noticing you chewing your cheek. "Not prettier then you. Not to me at least."
"Keigo..."
"No, I'm serious." He pulled you closer, his hands warming up the areas where they touched, "Listen, I'm with you aren't I? Everyone says that the Number Two Hero can have anyone right? Well I have you. It's you. It's only ever going to be you. I don't care what kind of words anyone else throws at me or how they look." His voice carried far in the noiseless sky. "I love you. You're the only girl for me."
You were about to reply when he suddenly paused, "Keigo, we're gonna be late." He smirked at you and started floating a bit lower, "Keigo? What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. You were lower now, low enough to be visible to the people walking down on the streets. Keigo took a deep breath, "I love my girlfriend! She's so nice and smart and funny and hot! She makes me really happy!" Your face exploded with heat as you listened to him shout at the top of his lungs, catching everyone's attention, some people even took out their phones to record.
"Oh my god. Fine, I get it, we can go now!" You buried your face in his shoulder but he lingered there for a few more moments before flying you in the direction of the restaurant. By the time you got there the clip of his confession was already all over the internet. "For the record, I love you too. You goofball."
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raitonsfw · 1 month
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Aizawa wasn't really the one to keep you tied up like one of his captives, his scarf only delicately wrapping your wrists every now and then– but when you just wouldn't keep still...
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, tired!aizawa, bondage (aizawa's scarf), positions: missionary & riding, p in v intercourse, slight dirty talk & praising, mentions of cunnilingus, creampie, bit of frustration (reader squirms and he slips out), aizawa fucks reader after a mission basically (he's v blunt).
a/n: haven't thought about him for a minute so i took the liberty of watching a couple scenes of him in action and- yeah i'm still obsessed haha. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list
thirst count: 1
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
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Aizawa had you pinned– binded up in his scarf with his cock driving you up a wall. He was still in his pro hero get up, his goggles pushed up into his hair so he could see you properly and his hands tightened their grip on the scarf as he picked up his thrusts. You had your legs wide for him, trying desperately to keep up with his stamina, but the idea of his scarf wrapped around you made you squirm. 
You felt like you were one of the villains he’s captured, completely immobilized in a way that made you so fucking wet. Your pussy squelched every time he fucked into you, your legs shaking around him as you tried to wrap them around his waist– but you just couldn’t and ended up arching your back a little too much, causing him to slip out.
A sharp groan escaped him, his grip falling away from the restraints and you fell back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. You wanted to be closer to him, but he made it difficult with his scarf. “Sho–” 
“I won’t say it again, Y/N.” You heard Aizawa say above you before flipping you both over, forcing you to straddle his waist. “Stay still this time.” 
Sometimes you needed to fuck the tiredness out of him– not this time though, his body was reeling for more of your dripping cunt and you were making it nearly impossible for him to get anywhere with you. Not with the way you squirmed at every little thing he did, your pussy so incredibly sensitive tonight that it made him huff in frustration. 
Maybe if you were in this position– hoisted on top of him, he could actually get somewhere.
His cock slipped back inside you with ease, your walls fluttering around him as you took him deep once more and a guttural moan was drawn from him as you sat down fully. “Good girl– stay like this for me... Let me do all the work.” 
He drew the scarf around you, binding your chest, waist, and arms together in order to lift you up more steadily. You pouted at him once he resituated himself, the cloth holding you hostage as he aimed to bounce you on his cock. 
And he sure fucking did, the first thrust sending you spiraling with ecstasy as he rammed into your sweet spot. God, he felt so much bigger this way– he was sooo deep in you, kissing your cervix everytime he fucked up into you with harsh pants falling from his lips. 
Looking down at him past the hazy pleasure, his hair splayed out against the pillow and his eyes were lidded with desperate aching. He looked so tired– but with the way he had you rocking your hips down onto him, you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. The stubble on his face had grown out considerably, plaguing you with thoughts of him between your legs; lapping at your entrance afterwards. Maybe you should ask him– your impending orgasm rushing up your spine as his scarf got tighter around you.
You watched his wrists curve around the scarf, pulling it taut and his muscles flexed as he held it in place. “S-Sho–” 
“Yeah?” 
“Clean me up afterwards?” You whined innocently before spasming around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you were pushed over the edge by the stutter of his hips. Aizawa groaned out as you clenched his cock harshly, his movements stilling as he came inside you from your dirty question.
“Cum on my tongue quickly now– I’m tired.” You knew it wasn’t going to be quick, his tongue had to caress every inch before he’s ever satisfied.
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ariaki · 1 year
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DARE | kaminari denki !! 🍥
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content: boy’s night is always full of shitty dares that make the guys feel cool. denki get’s dared to bring back your underwear but what he doesn’t know is that…you’re one step ahead of him. wc: 3k
pairing: college student!denki kaminari x f!reader
contains: oral | f receiving, praising, squirting and language !!
notes: guys…be nice with this work…it’s my first time ever posting something like this…be nice <3 be aware of errors and reblogs would be appreciated. !!
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It was boys’ night at the dorm. Denki and his frat friends were scattered around the living room area of Bakugou and Kirishima’s dorm apartment. They were all laughing and drinking while spitting out “extreme” dares at each other.
“Kaminari, since you claim to be such a lady’s man, I dare you to…” Kirishima placed a finger on his chin and looked up. Denki stared at the redhead with a smile, waiting for a silly dare to come out of Kirishima’s mouth.
Denki’s smile faded once Kirishima wiped the smile off his face and now had a huge grin. “I dare you to get Y/N’s underwear…right now” everyone in the room ‘ooh’ and now Denki wasn’t feeling so daring.
He wondered how he was going to do it. How was he going to walk over to your apartment and kindly ask you for your underwear? Just thinking about it made him cringe because he liked you, and a bit too much so the idea of going to your apartment in the middle of the night because of some silly dare made him wonder what were you going to think of him. Denki was about to back down but as soon as his mouth opened, Kirishima spoke first. “If you backed down, I think something worse might happen.” the redhead waved his phone with Denki’s old tweets and photos. He knew he was fucked both ways but one would hurt less than the other, so he stood up.
“Atta boy, go get that underwear.” Mineta, still smaller than everyone, patted Denki on the back. He took a deep breath before opening the door, he looked behind him, everyone was staring back with smirks and grins on their faces. He hated them all, they all knew what they were doing and Denki was not grateful for it.
The blonde closed the door behind him and stared at the one in front of him. 317, your apartment was just across Bakugo’s. You’re the reason why he is always over and why boys’ night takes place at the Blonde’s apartment. You lived with Mina and Momo, and the three of you always made “special” appearances on some boys’ nights. You would just go into the apartment and play pranks on the guys, just to annoy them.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights, tonight was different and probably the last time Denki would ever talk to you.
He knocked on your door, and he waited with both of his hands in his pocket, as sweat rolled down his back. The door opened and revealed a tired looking you. Your hair was messy, probably from being in bed and your clothes screamed that it was time to sleep. But your face was neater than ever, smooth and soft. “Oh hi Denki, what’s up?” you questioned innocently.
You weren’t clueless. You knew why he was over. If boys’ night ever taught you something it was that boys will make the dumbest dares just to have something to laugh at later and Denki standing before you meant that he was there because of a dare.
“Nothing really, I just got bored over there, bakugo started to explain why we are playing guitar hero wrong.” Denki looked down at you, he laughed at his own lies, and smiled softly. You followed along. “Sounds like him, come in.” you moved out of the way and gave him some space to come in.
“I also came to see how you were doing, it’s been a while.” He stood awkwardly in the dining area. You smiled to yourself and locked the door before turning to him. “I’m okay, just very stressed, my classes are getting out of control and so is my work, so I'm super busy” you smiled at Denki as you walked past him.
“Want something to drink?” you opened the fridge “we have water, beer, and uh…vodka” you grin. “I’m guessing that’s Momo’s?” he laughed, walking over to the kitchen. “Yup, she’s sharing tho.” you shrugged. When he met your eyes, he was greeted by a weird look. Your eyes were narrowed, they weren’t as wide as they usually are. You had a soft smirk on your lips, that was soon replaced by a pout because of his silence. “Something you’re interested in?” you fixed your leaning poster.
Denki was snapped back into reality at the sudden movement. He pecked into the fridge. “I’ll have a beer” you nodded and grabbed the cold can. He thanked you with a mumble and went on to open it. “So, Denki…” you walked over to the counter. He follows your body until you turn around, and his eyes meet yours. “Why are you really here?” you cock your head to the side, a smile trying to break your pursed lips.
Denki’s face shifts. He tried to keep his eyes from going wide and his face from heating up, but that was impossible. He takes a nervous sip from his beer before setting it on the counter. He swallows hard before looking back at you. "I-uh...shit." he drops his head. You couldn't help but giggle at his uneasy state. "You really think I wouldn't put two and two together, now did you Denki?" His nervous eyes scan your features. He was looking for the anger in your eyes or in your body language, but he saw nothing but an unusual aura.
"What's the dare?" you cocked your head to the side, smiling all the way. Denki's breath hitched, and he hid his eyes with his hand. "I have to bring back your underwear," he mumbles into his hand that rode down his face. Denki's eyes open when he hears you laughing. He sees your body lean forward as you laugh loudly "You boys and your silly dares." you clean the tears that welled up in the corner of your eyes and turn to face him. "That's it? Just my underwear?" He nods his head.
Denki has no idea what to do. Hearing you laugh at his friend's dare made him feel relieved that you were taking it in a good way, but something was still feeling off. He could not point it out.
"Y-Yeah, just that...Look, I'm so sorry about this." you leave the kitchen area, and Denki follows close behind. "I'll tell them you refused or you weren't home. You don't have to give me anything."
You had to stop mid-way into your room. "Denki, it's okay. It's silly underwear, right?" He nodded but got confused by your question. You smiled and went to your closet. "What's your favorite color?" you leaned forward, teasingly moving your hips from side to side as you opened the cabinet.
Denki had trouble focusing on his answer. The wide open cabinet of endless underwear made his mind wander further to what you would look like wearing every single one of them, how sexy would you look with them ripped apart to be able to get to your cunt-
"Denki?" the blonde snapped back to life. You wore a pout on your lips while you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Too many colors to choose from?" He shakes his head "what's the matter Denki? You've been acting so weird." Denki sighs, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I'm not mad or anything. If that's what's bothering you. I just find it really funny, that’s all." Denki shakes his head with a frown "No, it's not that, and uh my favorite color is blue.” You nodded to his answer, turning to look into the cabinet, but you didn't see any blue underwear. That's when you remember that you were wearing it. You turn to Denki while an idea forms in your head.
You see Denki and he looks embarrassed enough that he wants to be swallowed by your apartment floor, and the fact that his friends dared him to get your underwear could mean that they wanted to see if he really had the balls to do something so "extreme". So you wanted to help him prove his friends wrong. You suck on your front teeth before turning to him. "I'm sorry, Denki." you pouted while closing the cabinet. "It turns out I’m wearing them..." you close the closet.
He follows your every move. He was asking himself why you couldn't give him another pair and why you asked for his favorite color in the first place. It took him a few seconds to create many possibilities, but he didn't want to lead himself on, because after-all he is dirty-minded and could take a situation for something that's not.
While his mind drifted, you were walking to your bed, sitting on the edge of it while you stared up at the clueless boy. "If you really want to complete that silly dare, why not make it worthwhile? You did make an effort to get it done." you shrug.
"Y/N-" you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close "wanna prove them wrong?" you smiled, your doe eyes glittering. He nodded eagerly, hypnotized by how pretty you looked. He started to feel adrenaline rush through his body, it made him pick up your face to kiss you, but you stopped him.
"Here's what we are going to do." you kept your finger on his lips and let go of his shirt. He watches you as you take off your pajama shorts and reveal the lacy blue underwear. Denki was on the verge of letting a drool run down his chin. "You're not allowed to take them off." you grabbed his chin with a finger, guiding his eyes to meet yours. "If you make me come...you can have them. If not, then you go empty-handed." you pouted mockingly.
Denki's eyes widened slightly. He's known you most of his life, and not once did he ever picture you to be this...playful and daring. That teasing smile on your face made him feel so many things, and his body ached. "you think you can do it?" you pulled him closer by the chin, feeling his breath on your lips. He nobs. It's the only thing he can do since he's so stunned.
"Speak, Kaminari." he went dizzy. Out of nowhere, he forgot how to breathe. "y-yeah, yeah, I can do it." he nodded along with his words. You smiled, satisfied with his answer.
"Don't be a coward now, and show me how girl crazy you are. I wanna see if you're all bark and no bite." You pulled him into a rough kiss. It caused your teeth to clash with each other. Your mouths moved in sync, and you noticed how greedy Denki was getting and decided to let him lead.
He moved hungrily. He wanted to taste every corner of your mouth, every inch of it, and he was not aware of how hard he was pressing into you, but you loved it. Finally, his tongue grazed your lower lip, and you gladly opened your mouth wider for him. You then felt his hand snake its way to your waist. It went down to your thighs, caressing them, and up to your hips. He pulled away from the kiss and adjusted you on the bed, pushing you from your hips to drag you further into the bed so it would be comfortable for him to go down on you.
But the view. Oh, the view was too much for him. His eyes were eating every aspect of your body, admiring how smooth your skin was, how good your tits looked on your thin strap shirt, the way your neck was so visible it looked so good for him to suck and bite on.
"What's the matter, denki? having second thoughts?" you smiled, looking at his tall figure. The blonde was about to speak when a ding came from your phone. You groaned, watching Denki reach for it. His face goes red before he hands it to you, looking away from you to hide his flustered face.
It was a text from Kirishima asking you if Denki was over at your apartment. You giggled, throwing the phone behind you. "you better hurry up." you played with the hem of your underwear, bringing it up and then letting it slap into your skin.
Denki stares at your cunt through the underwear, he was looking at the mold of your p lips. He wanted to fuck you so bad, his cock was twitching and aching to feel something else than fabric, but he was too scared to ask for more. He let out a groan and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks.
He wanted to see your reaction when his fingers made contact with your clothed cunt. It wasn't much, but you were so sensitive that just his thumb circling on your clit made a moan reach your throat, but you stopped it. He saw it, the way your mouth opened and your eyes almost went shut.
He went faster, moving his thumb on your clit in ways you've never experienced. The feeling of pleasure felt like lighting through your body. You started to lose control of your hips, and they began to rock against his fingers. He laughed at your pathetic movement and finally found his voice.
"It's sad, right? That you only asked for this? yeah, it's too bad." Your eyes finally shut when his fingers moved quicker, side to side. "I could've fucked you so good, but oh well." he shrugged, removing his hand from your cheeks. The action made you open your eyes and look at him. He was lowering himself on you, and you wondered what he was going to do.
"what-" a moan interrupted your words when his tongue made contact with your clothed cunt. Usually, it felt uncomfortable- to have your underwear on while you try to ride your pillow or use your fingers, but this felt so good.
Denki licked your cunt once, then two, then three, and so on, and it made you dizzy. You hated yourself for only allowing him to make you feel good with your damn underwear on, but you were not regretting it.
Denki looked up at you, his sloppy tongue licking hard on your cunt while his thumb was pressed on your clit. He watched you as you tried to find a place to put your hands. They moved from your head to your face, then to the mattress beneath you. Watching you so desperate made him go harder. His tongue now moved alongside his thumb.
"Denki!.." you cupped your mouth right after your sinful scream. "oh my g-" you took deep breaths, trying to keep up with his movements, but your mind was getting clouded. You were close, and he knew once your hand reached his hair, you buckled your hips and made him press harder into your cunt.
"de-denki...I'm so -close," you warned. The blonde was deep into your cunt. He couldn't think straight because he was focused on hearing that final scream. "That's it pretty, cum all you want, and make sure to make a mess, okay?" he smiled, letting his thumb finish the job.
"fu-fuck fuck fuck" you covered your face.
"fuck." you say again. This time with your body relaxed. Denki looks down at your underwear and then at you after you uncover your face. "did...did I just make you squirt?" you groan at his words and nod. He chuckled, running a hand through his head. "That's fucking awesome." he smiled down at his work.
"If I knew you were this fun with dares, I would've avoided posting all those embarrassing pictures and tweets," he smirks down at you. You shake your head. "take the underwear off." you said, pushing your legs up from the bed. He noticed the blush on your cheeks and laughed.
"Don't be embarrassed Y/N. You did a really good job." his hand cupped your jaw. You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away. "whatever." He chuckled at your reaction and managed to kiss you on the cheek.
Denki took the underwear off, and strings of cum extended, as the damp lace underwear was removed from your soaked cunt. He looked at it, amazed at what a woman can do. But he turns to you with an unsure expression.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to take it?" To his question, you nodded without looking at him. You were reaching for a loose shirt to clean up the mess he'd made. "That was the whole point of this, Kaminari." you managed to smile.
Still unsure, he nodded and kept it in his hand. "Just bring it back when your silly boy's night is over." you threw the shirt into the closet and sat up straight. "yeah, of course." he stood from the bed with his eyes glued to yours. He sees the way you look at him. All the embarrassment had vanished, and your eyes were filled with lust once again.
"I'll be going now." he smiled nervously. You hummed with a nod and got up from the bed putting your pants back on and following him out of your apartment. You watched as he reached for the doorknob and opened the door, fully aware you were watching his every move.
"Dude! there you are. What took you so long? I was about-" Kirishima's voice boomed through the hallway. It made you laugh into your hand. You waved at the boys, who could see you from their spots on the couch. "Make sure you don't forget to bring that back...You might get something in return." Before Denki could react, you had closed the door and left him with widened eyes and excitement rushing to his dick.
"That's not what I think it is...is it?" Mineta looks at the underwear in Denki's hand as if it was an artifact from B.C. Denki smiled at him and waved it around.
"She was nice enough to give me a treat too."
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4izawas · 5 months
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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “If I see that stupid bitch touch you again, I’ll kill her,” you growl, then yelp when he suddenly flips you, your chest and cheek against brick and his chest to your back. // “If she ever pulls that shit again, I’ll let you.”
𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shouta aizawa/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 9.30k.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, previously established relationship, jealousy, canon typical harrassment, heavy miss joke bashing, death threats, fem reader, villain reader, possessive reader, reader is just a bad person chat idk what else u want me to say, discussions of trauma ( but aizawa refuses to call it that ), morally ambiguous aizawa, ngl he’s also not a great person but he’s hot so it’s okay, villain/hero, femdom, maledom, teasing, biting, nipple sucking, oral sex, slight choking, switch reader, switch aizawa, dacryphilia, fingering, pussy slapping, tit slapping, spitting, creampies, daddy kink, marking, hickeys, also a cat, tko = tofu knockout, class 1-a are little shits.
𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: kinktober fourrrr !! hnngggg aizawa is always a must <33 and ngl? fucking hate miss joke so we gon bash <3
— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!
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“C’mon, Eraser, just one date! Just one!”
“No means no, Joke — we’re in the middle of a fucking job, so leave me alone and do your part,” Shouta mutters just loud enough flr her to hear with nothing short of sheer annoyance in his voice as he overlooks the streets and back alleys surrounding a building in east Fukuoka just past midnight that night. The Smile Hero, Miss Joke, stood at his right shoulder; due to a necessary team up at the request of the Commission upon Hawks’ request for backup to assist in breaking up a newly discovered human trafficking ring, the duo were paired up and sent to the rooftops for out-of-sight assistance, where Eraserhead could use his quirk without the risk of interruption as the team below entered the building. 
Well. Almost without that risk. 
“Oh, don’t be that way, Eraser, at this point us meeting up all the time’s gotta be fate!” she laughs quietly, grinning brightly at him. He grumbles a little to himself, but doesn’t turn away from where he was glancing around below for any threats that could potentially fall upon the strike team moving through the halls of the building, their locations revealed by the large windows.
More of Joke’s chatter drones on in his ears, and Shouta fights off the annoyed growl that threatened to escape him; why couldn’t it have been Hizashi he was paired with so he’d have backup? At least Hizashi knew how to be quiet and professional, what with his hero persona just being a face for the public — and it wasn’t as if Miss Joke didn’t know how to do her job, she actually did it very well, she just ceased to properly function whenever he was a part of the picture for some reason. Hizashi and Nemuri had both thought it was funny at first, but that was years ago, before it had become an actual problem. 
Shouta tenses up when an overly-familiar hand squeezes his shoulder, and he grits his teeth. “Stop touching me,” he snaps lowly. “For God’s sake, Joke, be fucking professional.”
Miss Joke sighs. “I never see you outside of the rare team up for work, Eraser, what do you expect?”
“I expect you to keep your hands to yourself and for you to do your job,” he says coldly, shaking off her hand. She sighs again, this time in a more dramatic way. 
“Nothing’s gonna happen up here!” She mutters, “We’ve been up here for an hour. They aren’t going to patrol this area, and if they weren’t we should have moved.”
“This is the best vantage point for me to see as much of the building as possible,” he replies, silently relieved that she’s actually discussing the job and not some aspect of his body. 
A groan follows his words, and then a startled curse. He turns in time to catch sight of her grappling with a much larger man with a fly mutation quirk, something he couldn’t cancel. Spitting out a curse of his own under his breath, he leaps into the fray to help as three more men starm the roof. “Neither of you should be up here!” One snarls. “This is private property — you’re trespassing.”
“Shut up,” is all Shouta says, and the fight starts. He leaves Joke to the man with the fly quirk and takes on two of the three other men, the third standing back and watching as Shouta doles out his fair share of bruises while receiving plenty of his own. Once he’s almost completely handled his pair, he sees the third guy make his move from the corner of his eye, his musculature growing as he activates his quirk. Activating his own, Shouta turns his body to brace for the impending impact that would come with the guy jumping at him. A low grunt escapes him as the air is knocked out of him, and as he locks eyes with his new opponent he distantly hears Joke let out an angry shriek after likely taking a particularly harsh hit. One of the guys Shouta had been fighting had abandoned him to go join the fly guy in fighting Joke, so she likely had her own hands full and wouldn’t be able to help in any way — not that he needed it. The only really talented fighter out of the four enemies on the roof was the last man to join the fray, and Shouta could handle him. With a few skillful throws of his capture weapon, Shouta’s more or less finished up his end of the fight. 
A sharp cry from Miss  Joke practically yanks his attention from his opponent so he can look at her, and he finds her on her back against the roof with one of the men with their thick hands around her throat; she’s clearly struggling to breathe. The other man is unconscious, but unbound. A tiny shot of worry races through Shouta’s veins. 
The brief moment that he’d looked away was more than enough for the unnamed enemy to re-engage his strength quirk, and the man burst from the slightly loosened confines of Shouta’s scarf, throwing his entire weight at him. With a surprised shout, he’s thrown faster than he’d expected over to Joke. The man on top of her leaps to the side just before Shouta slams into her, and for a moment the world turns end over end before they’re falling from the roof of the ten story building. 
It takes a second for Shouta to right himself, but before they hit the ground he’s able to wrap one arm around Joke while the other throws his scarf at an overhang on the building he’d been scoping. It catches as intended and they drop to the ground safely, Shouta stumbling a little with the added weight of Joke clinging to him. He can hear the men on the roof opposite them snarling angrily, fixing themselves up and shouting threats against their lives. While they do, the team that had rushed into the building begins filing out, handcuffed traffickers in hand and victims being led out by a few officers. The shouting on the roof silences almost immediately. 
“You alright, Eraser?” It’s Hawks that asks after appearing over his left shoulder with a bound, angry looking man in hand and dangling as the massive red wings on the pro hero beat against the air; the Number Two tilts his head to the side slightly in curiosity while his golden eyes flash in concern as he asks. 
“On the roof,” is all Shouta says, getting straight to the point. “Four men, all working for the ring inside.” Hawks’ pupils narrow to sharp slits, and a dozen feathers zip into the air and over to the roof Shouta had nodded his head towards. Loud yelling and shouts fill the air, followed by shrieks as the feathers binding the men bring them down to the ground. They’re quickly apprehended by the police force assisting the pros in the bust, and all at once the entire event is over. The human trafficking ring that Shouta himself had been focused on bringing down for nearly four years now was destroyed, and all current victims were safe. 
He wishes he could sigh in relief, but there’s an annoying weight on his shoulder. 
“Get off of me, Joke, the danger’s over and this is incredibly unprofessional,” he growls, noticing the way people were staring; he rubs at his eyes to soothe the ever-present burning that came with his quirk use, especially now after the USJ incident; the scar on his face aches at the memory.  
“But something could happen!” Miss Joke exclaims, clinging tighter to him and looking up at him like what he’d said was crazy. “More could be waiting — and I haven’t even gotten to make you laugh yet or agree to that date.”
“You won’t get to do either, now get the fuck off of me!” He snarls, practically tearing her from his side and stepping away. She looks hurt, but he can’t bring himself to care. He was done being nice — clearly it wasn’t working. 
“But Aizawa—!” she starts to whine, but he cuts her off. 
“It’s Eraserhead. You have no right to call me anything else.” With that he storms off, disappearing into the darkness of a nearby alley before making his way through the shadows. All he can think about is the shower waiting for him when he gets home and how filthy he felt having Joke’s hands on his chest and shoulders. It’s why he’s taken by surprise when a heavy figure pushes him into the wall and binds his hands with his own weapon. 
Instinctively he struggles, snarling out a quick threat before the familiar scent of a perfume he’d bought himself reaches his nose, and he relaxes. 
“Evening, Eraserhead,” you murmur lowly, eyes narrowed in displeasure as you look over him, and inwardly he groans. Judging from the tone of your voice, you’d seen all of Joke’s behavior,  but had heard none of what he’d said. You had to have been out of range. 
It didn’t surprise him; Shouta knew you were fond of keeping a watchful eye over him or Hizashi or Nemuri whenever on of them was on a mission like this. You’d have accompanied any of them, Shouta especially ( and tonight of all night most definitely ), but that would have been a foolish decision on your part and everyone who knew you personally would not have been pleased with any possible outcome that followed.
A known villain like yourself would have been swiftly arrested by any police officer or pro hero that didn’t know your civilian identity — and only the three aforementioned people did. 
“It isn’t what you think,” he says tiredly, and a bitter laugh escapes you. Shouta winces; you were hurt. 
“Isn’t that what they all say?” you ask coldly, and Shouta does not reply. He’s too busy staring at the slight tremble in your chin and the way your eyes are getting slightly wetter. 
God. Joke really did have to fuck up everything.
He sighs. “I mean it. It isn’t what it looked like.” You look at him, pondering the denial; Shouta wasn’t a liar. Not once throughout the years you’d known him had he lied to you, even when he’d been after you to arrest you before the two of you had started dating. 
Fine. 
You narrow your eyes. “Talk.”
So he does. He admits to the harassment, to Joke ignoring boundaries and not caring about how many times he’s requested she leave him be. He talks and explains and confesses to things he’d kept secret from you for years, and it takes over half an hour. Over the course of his explanations, the grip you’d had on him goes from a deadly one to one so loose he can barely feel it. The spots would bruise, but he’d wear them with pride as he did any other marks you gave him; you’d not meant to hurt him, and he’d be damned if he let you get into your head about how tight your grip had been. 
By the time he’s finished, you’re shaking — not from the cold, he knows, but from ill-concealed rage. 
“So you’re telling me that you told her to get off of you and to stop touching… and she didn’t?” Your face has been swiftly schooled into an impassive blank canvas, a look he hasn’t seen in years and therefore can no longer read. Hesitantly, he nods, and your eyes flash with an anger he’d not seen since Nemuri was kidnapped by a sex trafficking ring three years back. “And this has been going on for years, but you haven’t told me until now because you thought it would strain the relationship.” Another nod. Your eyes narrow. “Noted. She’ll be on the news tonight.”
You release him from his binds and disappear, scaling the wall and racing across the rooftop. Shouta barely has time to think, but he doesn’t have to in order to follow you, quickly catching you and standing in your way of getting to Joke’s usual patrol route.
“No, you can’t kill her. Not tonight,” he says warningly, and you look angry. 
“You told her to stop and she didn’t. You've told her to stop for years. She doesn’t listen, and she thinks it’s okay. Heroes won’t ever do anything, Shouta, you know that.” The venomous tone you’re sporting  is unmatched, and if Shouta hadn’t known you as well as he does, he’d think it was aimed at him; thankfully he’s known you for years. That being said, he did know that, and honestly it stung a little. 
“I can handle it tonight.” The poison in your voice has transformed into the thickest, most sweet honey as you tempt him. Your eyes are soft, your gaze gooey and only possibly described as sticky sweet. “It could all be over, baby — she’d never bother you again.”
It’s tempting. More tempting than a pro hero should ever allow — but Shouta’s never been the kind of man to balk in the face of the wicked and condemn them for their actions without thought. He was not a good man, and  he doubted there ever was one — he was kind, he was wise, and he was gentle when required, but if he was as good as society deemed the word, he would have turned you in five years ago when the two of you met and he’d captured you after you’d murdered three men. Instead he’d been attracted to you, and a game of cat and mouse had started between the two of you that only ended when he’d caught you again and taken you in an alleyway. 
“That’s wrong,” he murmurs, hands shaky as his heart rate quickens; god, you were so fucking sexy when you promised to murder for him. 
“I never implied that it was right,” you admit casually. For a moment silence stretches out between the two of you, Shouta once again pondering the offer you’d made, then he shakes his head again. 
“No. Not tonight. I don’t feel like scrubbing blood out of the bathroom again,” he says tiredly, and you pout. 
“It’s never usually mine,” you grouse, crossing your arms and turning to look away. 
“And you know how happy that makes me,” he replies warmly, “But I want to be able to hold you and go to sleep tonight without the looming pressure of scrubbing the bathroom in the morning; you know how Hizashi is with blood, and he wanted to go out for breakfast tomorrow before work.”
You let out a wordless grumble, still not looking at him. He searches what parts of your face he can see with the angle you’re turned, and jumps a little when you look at him with nothing but promises of death in your eyes as he lets you push him against the wall again. “If I see that stupid bitch touch you again, I’ll kill her,” you growl, then yelp when he suddenly flips you, your chest and cheek against brick and his chest to your back. 
“If she ever pulls that shit again, I’ll let you,” he promises while pressing slow kisses along your bare skin, biting at your neck and drawing a whimper from your lips. He grins against you. “Go back to the apartment and let me finish my patrol so I can get the hell home and fuck your dumb little brains out, kitten.” A shaky moan falls from your lips and you push your ass back against him. 
“Or you could just fuck me here?” you offer hopefully, your eyes glittering darkly with a newfound interest he knows all too well. “Please Daddy, I’m so wet for you-” A sharp smack to your ass makes you cry out. 
“You fuckin’ heard me, brat — go home.”
With a growled huff, you tug yourself free from his grip, still pouting. Shouta raises an eyebrow; your next move was yours to make. Would you defy him and go after Joke, or would you listen and go home? Either decision would be preferable, and if he was honest he wouldn’t mind you doing what you pleased to Joke tonight as long as you didn’t track blood into the apartment, but why would he admit that now?
You huff again, and promptly disappear into the inky blackness — away from the direction of Joke’s patrol route, and Shouta barely fights off an amused chuckle. 
You always were such a good girl for him. 
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When Shouta finally gets home at half past four, the apartment is dark. He can smell the scent of food from his favorite takeout place, though the initial strength of it is soft and faded, and the soft hum of the television in the bedroom keys him in on where you’ve retreated to.  Toeing off his boots, he wanders into the bedroom, rubbing at the back of his neck as he takes in the sight of you curled up in the bed you shared with him, surrounded by pillows with the little grey cat you and he had taken off the streets curled up in your lap, dozing. Shouta sighs; as calm as he was now, Shouta knew damn well the little monster you’d for some reason named Tofu was going to slap him for no fucking reason later, so he thanked whoever was listening that the little guy was napping right now so he could take a break and wash off all the filth from tonight’s bust and patrol. 
He wanders into the bathroom, stripping down to the clothes he wore beneath his hero uniform and kicking the black mass of cloth towards the laundry hamper; the urge to piss was far greater than any need to pick them up off the floor right away. 
After finishing up, he hops into the shower, eager to rid himself of the grime he’d collected overnight, and once he’s done he makes his way back into the bedroom, lazily toweling himself dry before moving to the dressed to pull out a pair of sweatpants.  
“What are you watching?” he asks you quietly as he puts them on, and you shrug. 
“I don’t know,” you reply, and he raises an eyebrow. 
“You don’t know?”
“No, I haven’t been paying much attention,” you admit quietly, gently playing with Tofu’s tail; he keeps dozing, unbothered. “I’ve had a lot to think about.”
Suddenly the warmth Shouta had felt like he’d sucked in from the shower disappeared, leaving him cold and nervous. You’d had several hours to think about everything he’d told you, and he worried that you were mad at him now. Admittedly he’d technically lied for a long time, keeping secrets from you and not telling you how he felt about Joke for years, so he really couldn’t blame you for being upset with him, even just a little ( or a lot ). The only comfort was that you were still here — because Shouta knew you. If you were going to leave him, you wouldn’t have been in the apartment when he’d returned. Just like you’d first entered it all those years ago, so would you leave it should you choose to abandon the relationship: quickly, silently, and without any reasons to raise suspicion. 
Thinking about it, Shouta didn’t even know if you’d take Tofu if the two of you separated. How would that work?
“We aren’t separating, and I’m not leaving you,” you say tiredly, and Shouta fights off the urge to kick himself; he’d spoken out loud without meaning to. 
You sigh. “That being said, I do want to know why you didn’t tell me.” Shouta tries to repeat what he’d told you, but you look away. “The truth, Shouta. Not the excuse you made before.”
Silence. 
It takes a moment, but finally Shouta just drifts to the bed and sits down on his side with his back to you, looking down at his hands. “Shame,” he finally whispers, and you look at him with a confused gaze. “I just… how could I admit that I couldn’t get her to stop when I’m a pro hero?” Your eyes turn soft and understanding, and he continues in a tone of disgust, refusing to look at you. “I feel so weak. I’m a grown man and I couldn’t fucking stop her — I can’t stop her. I already know the next time we cross paths she’ll be the same. Nothing will change, and I’ll always be… stuck.”
A second silence overtakes you both. You say nothing, only watching the way his shoulders have a slight tremble, before moving Tofu and kicking back the thick layers of blankets, crawling on your hands and knees over to him. He doesn’t look up at you, still staring at his own hands as you cup his head in yours and move his head up so you can see his face. 
He still doesn’t lock eyes with you. 
“Shouta,” you murmur softly. “Look at me.” He makes no attempt to move. “Please?” He does as asked, and you smile softly. “There’s that handsome face,” you murmur, your voice as warm as his morning coffee, and he scoffs. 
“Don’t coddle me,” he mutters, and you grin, not missing the way his lips quirk up in a soft, blatantly fond smile.
“If I don’t, who will?” you ask teasingly, and his tiny smile widens ever so slightly. You grab one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as you sit back on your calves, and your sweet smile twists. “Besides, haven’t I made it obvious to you? You’re mine. Nothing’s gonna change that, Sho, and no one is going to be able to take you away from me.” A murderous gleam flickers in your eyes, and Shouta finally looks up at you just in time to catch it. 
His shoulders droop as he relaxes, his muscles losing the tension he’d built up tonight. Somehow, despite the very clear ( though unvoiced ) notion of just what you could and would do if someone tried to take him from you would normally frighten someone else, he felt at ease. 
His eyes close and he relaxes into your touch as you creep close again, this time straddling his thighs while holding him close; he lets his head fall to rest on your chest, and he sighs from the comfort. “Do I need to spell it out?” You whisper softly to him as you lean down to press an open-mouthed kiss to his stubbled jaw, your hands roaming over his shoulders in a way that has him tensing up for an entirely different reason. 
“Maybe — Maybe you do,” he whispers shakily, tilting his head just enough for you to get to that special, ever-so-sensitive spot that you knew had his cock twitching. You laugh softly, your teeth lightly scratching along his heated skin, and he shakes a little as he fights off the urge to move. 
You gently push him back to rest against the stack of pillows you kept on the bed, and his head falls back in pleasure as you purr out a warm, gooey, “M…” against the base of his throat. Laving your tongue across the skin there, you feel him swallow hard, and you laugh lowly again, your voice thick and sweet like syrup as you continue with a simple, “I…” before moving down to his chest. From the corner of your eye you see one of his hands fist in the sheets, and you fight off yet another chuckle as you slip your way down his body before stopping at your next target: one of his dark, hardened nipples. You don’t hesitate to take it into your mouth, your hot tongue circling the sensitive flesh in a way that has his upper body trembling. It presses hard into the soft, wet pad of your tongue, and the breathy sighs falling from his lips as you lavish it in attention while twisting the other amuse you. Grinning slightly, you take it between your front teeth and tug at it a bit, relishing the sharp whine and stuttered moan he lets out from the feeling; his chest had always been so sensitive. “N,” you say, drifting down yet again. Your fingernails dig ever so slightly into his skin and follow the rest of your body down, scratching across his sensitive nipples and leaving him whimpering louder than before. You finally still before your prize, thick and heavy and hard and hidden from you, and you breathe out a wanting, “E…” as you curl your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and pull them down slowly to reveal the tip of his dripping cock. 
Eyes glittering eagerly, you draw his sweatpants down further, releasing the rest of his length as well as his balls, and you gaze at the way it bobs up to slap against the skin of his stomach. His balls are fat and heavy, and you swallow the drool that’s accumulated in your mouth before taking his cock in one hand, slightly turning your head to the side, and tracing a thick line from his balls to his drooling tip with your tongue. A choked noise is ripped from his throat, and you press your tongue against the sensitive spot under his head and lap at it softly before purring a pleased, “Mine.”
It takes a moment, but as his thighs tremble around your head and his breathing gets heavier and heavier, Shouta finally manages to reply. “Yours,” he whispers, and your grin turns wicked with anticipation.
“Yeah, you’re all mine,” you murmur to yourself before taking his cock into your mouth again, this time sucking lazily at the tip until Shouta’s shaking. Looking up at his messy figure above you, you soak in the picture of his heavy breathing and his squeezed-shut eyes as he falls to pieces beneath your touch. Splaying out your fingers, you run your hands across his thighs as you work your way down to the thick, dark curls around the base of his cock. Your fingernails scratch at his sensitive skin, and his thighs quake as you finally fully nestle his cock in your throat, your nose buried in his pubes. He’s clean, as always, and he’s used your favorite body wash; Shouta lets out low noises of pleasure as you slowly begin to bob your head along his length, sending it down your throat then pulling off it all over again until he’s sitting up, his stomach rolling ever so slightly as he stares down at you while panting. 
“Fu-uck, wait, I-!” he moans, instinctively bucking up into your mouth. You laugh a little around him while languidly sucking at his cock, and he groans deep and hard from the feeling of the vibrations before fisting his hand around your throat and tugging you up. “Y’gotta — Y’gotta stop, I’ll cum,” he grunts, holding you up by your neck. You use one thumb to swipe at a smear of pre on your cheek before sticking it in your mouth to suck it clean. 
“That’s the point, Sho,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I want it.”
“And you’ll get it,” he replies with a growl before yanking you up so you’re laying on top of him before rolling you over onto your back with him hovering over you. “Only you’ll be taking it in this tight cunt of yours, so I hope you’re ready.”
He watches the way your pupils blow ever so slightly, and his tongue darts out to wet his slightly chapped lips as you gaze up at him with soft, gooey eyes. With a grin you ask, “Well Daddy? I thought you were going to fuck me?”
A warm hand comes up and gently grips the column of your throat, and your eyes widen slightly as Shouta leans down with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Do you really want to tempt fate tonight, sweetheart?” he asks coldly, a wicked smile on his face, and your legs spread a little in response. 
“I don’t feel anything,” you purr teasingly, “Don’t tell me it’s already in?”
Without warning, his free hand claps down onto your already sensitive pussy and you let out a choked howl, eyes wide with surprise. During your quick reaction he’d buried his face in your chest, sucking and biting at whatever he could get into his mouth as the hand that had just slapped your cunt gently begins to toy with it soothingly, cooling the stinging and causing a tightness to start building in your belly. 
Shouta was no stranger to the sweet spots scattered across your body and eagerly took advantage of each and every one, biting down on sensitive flesh as his fingers gently eased inside of you and began feeling around inside — teasing, of course, considering he knew where the most sensitive spots were inside of you and he purposefully kept himself from touching them. His thumb runs rough, lazy circles on your clit, and you start rolling your hips up into his hands as he worms his way down the bed, finally releasing your throat. You’re practically dripping now, a small wet spot forming on the sheet below you as your juices roll down past his hands and the curve of your ass to puddle on the bed before soaking onto the fabric. Shouta bites aggressively at your inner thigh, and you whine sharply and reach down to take his hair in your hands, tightly fisting your fingers in it as you needily tug his head toward your center. He just laughs and shakes you loose, slapping your thigh to usher a new cry from your lips before taking his thumb off of your clit so he can use his now free hand to slowly play with the sensitive bundle of nerves and focus his other hand entirely on fitting a third finger inside your sopping wet hole, watching greedily as your cunt swallows them up. 
You’re openly moaning now, sharp cries and whimpers falling from your lips as he curls his fingers and starts playing with an especially swollen, especially sensitive stretch of flesh inside that has you nearly writhing. You can’t stop yourself from rutting your hips up into his touch, however, when that free hand starts making hard, fast circles over your clit at the same time as his curled fingers piston in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace that has you wailing. “O-Oh god, Shouta, please!” You faintly hear him let out a breathless laugh, but you’re too busy gripping the sheets with one hand and your pillow with the other while thrusting your hips in time with each borderline violent press of his thick fingers inside that you barely even make note of it. 
“C’mon now, sweetheart, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he growls lowly, an excited glint in his eyes as the sounds of your cries changing in pitch signals that you’re about to cum all over his fingers. God, he wants to lap it up like a cat drinking milk; tasting you was always a favorite pastime. He rolls his hips against the mattress, grinding his aching cock between it and his hips and chokes down a shaky whine of his own as spikes of pleasure shoot through him. “Gonna cum for Daddy?”
“Yes! Yes! P-Please, Daddy, let me cum!” you beg shrilly, your entire body shaking. “Please, wanna cum, gotta cum, feels s’good-!”
Shouta knows that if he looked up at you he’d see little tears beginning to gather along your waterline, glittering in the low light like the most precious diamonds, and the thought has him groaning and grinding against the bed harder. “Y-Yeah,” he moans lowly, “Cum for Daddy, baby, cum for Daddy…”
Your cunt tightens around the three fingers he has buried inside you up to his palm, and he replaces his hand on your clit with his mouth, roughly sucking and lapping at it in a way that has you screeching. Your legs fly up to lock around his head and he lets them, enjoying the tight squeeze of both them and your cunt as you fall apart in his mouth and on his fingers.  “That’s right, sweetheart, just like that,” he moans into your pussy, licking up all of the shocks of wetness that had started dripping down his hand as you came. 
Above him, you’re in tatters, your entire body trembling in a seemingly never-ending spasm. Your eyes have rolled back, and you thoughtlessly clench your thighs around your boyfriend’s head as a means of keeping him in place, desperate to keep coming until you’re screaming.  “G-God, oh god — Fuck, Daddy, p-please-!”
Shouta groans into you like a drunken man into a half-empty bottle, and slowly eases up on the movements of his fingers as your thighs slowly loosen. He doesn’t stop circling your sensitive clit with his tongue, though, until you weakly push him away with one foot. Finally he comes up, though, hair wild and face from the nose down soaked in your cum. In the faint light from the television his chin shines, and your heart thumps heavily in your chest as he climbs up the bed as well as the length of your body before slotting himself between your legs, pressing his wet mouth against yours and initiating a heated kiss that leaves you own taste smeared across your lips and in your mouth. His stubble scratches across your cheeks and chin roughly, and you moan into his mouth from both the feeling as well as the feel of his tongue in your mouth. 
As the two of you kiss, you allow your hands to wander across his chest and shoulders and around his waist and back, feeling the way he rolled his hips against you and ground his hard cock against your messy cunt and loving it. With each rough rut the head of his cock caught on your clit and left you a moaning whore beneath him — as if he was much better in his place above you. 
“Lemme fuck you, please,” he begs weakly, rutting against you desperately, “Please, please — God, I wanna fuck you so fucking bad, sweetheart, please-!”
“Y-Yeah, fuck me!” You gasp, “N-Need it, Sho, need your cock!”
“Fuck yeah, gonna fuck you so good — God you’re so fuckin’ wet, so perfect…” Shouta rambles, fumbling with pressing his cock inside. Gone is the sadistic man who’d lain between your legs taking you apart, and in his place is a man who had already fallen apart at the promise of getting to force his cock inside.
Sitting up, you watch as he uses one trembling hand to press his cock against you, letting out a whimper when it pops inside. The following roll of his hips that buries his length to the base inside you has you letting out a shaky cry; you let your head fall back onto the pillows, your thighs trembling as you boyfriend pulls out then presses inside all over again, quickly building up a rhythm that has the headboard banging against your wall hard enough to have the decorations hanging on it start to shake. In the back of your mind you thank anyone listening that no one had moved into the apartment next to yours yet, and felt a little guilty for whoever would inevitably take up the space. 
“F-Fuck — oh god, Daddy, please-!” you whimper, letting out a shriek as a hand cracks across the fat of your tits, the sensitive flesh stinging sharply as tears spring up in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks in a never-ending river showing off the pain and pleasure Shouta was putting you through. The feeling of his cock inside of you leaves you trembling, the heavy drag so fucking good and perfect. It leaves you so very full and pleased that when he roughly fucks against your cervix it punches a sharp gasp out of you, the feeling lmost too much alk at once. You cry out for him, a soaking mess, and he moans into the base of your throat as he keeps his quick pace steady and rough, using your cunt like the little hole of his to fuck that it is and seeking his own pleasure like a starving man does food. 
“Oh god, Sho, please!” you wail, tits shaking from each brutal roll of his hips. You throw one leg over his waist as he grunts into your throat, and he wraps an arm under it and hoists it over his shoulder, the position only serving to allow him to bully his cock even deeper inside than before. Tears spring up in your eyes as his head slams against yet again against your sensitive cervix, and you could almost swear that he’d have worked his way into your womb with how rough he was being if that had been possible. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and when he laughs at the fucked out expression on your face it just triggers full tears, which well up quickly in your eyes becore beginning tk roll down your cheeks and temples, fucking ul your makeuo in a way you know will drive him fucking crazy. 
“Th-That’s right baby, cry for Daddy!” Shouta moans, gazing down at the tears and mascara streaking down your face hungrily, “What a good fuckin’ girl, crying on that dick — feels that fuckin’ good, huh?” 
Your nails dig into his back, scratching near-bloody lines across his skin as you struggle to hold onto him; he growls with each deep scratch. “Y-Yeah!” you sob, trying to speak but unable to get much out as he practically destroys you. “F-Fuck, Daddy, c-can’t think — it’s too hard, too hard to th-think when you’re mixing up my insides-!” 
“You can take it,” he growls in response, eyes and hair wild as he starts losing himself to the pleasure. “You can fuckin’ take it, can fuckin’ take this cock — c’mon baby, you’re my good little whore, aren’t you? Gonna take this fat fuckin’ cock like a big girl and milk me dry?” 
You wail, completely overwhelmed in only the best way as that ever-familiar knot begins to tie itself up in your lower belly, nodding wordlessly as his thrusts just get rougher and rougher. Your jaw falls open from the pleasure, you eye crossing and eyelashes fluttering, and he spits a fat glob of spit onto your mouth and watches gleefully as you immediately swallow it down. His own eyes roll back at the sight coupled with the sudden feeling of your pussy starting to clench, and he moans out a low, “That’s it sweetheart, cum again for me — cum again for Daddy, cum on my cock!” and relishes the sharp sobs you let out, your pussy spasming around his thick lemgth nd your body shaking in his grip. You cling to him, desperate and needy, and he groans hard as his pace gets messy and loses fluidity as he gets closer and closer, then finally starts cumming. 
“Oh g-god, oh fuck-!” he gasps, squeezing his eyes shuts as he fucks intk you messily, filling you with rope after rope of thick heat until he’s left twitching weakly inside of you. He eases to a stop and the two of you lay tangled up like that for a moment before he carefully pulls out. A mixture of his cum amd yours pours out of your hoel, and the sight makes his spent cock twitch twice before he uses the same  fingers he’d used to stretch you open to press it back inside once, twice, then one more time, less coming out each time before he stands on shaky knees and starts slowly working his way to the side of the bed to walk to the bathroom that stops with your hand curled around his wrist. 
“S-Stay,” you whine plaintively, a soft pout on your face and tears still in your eyes. “Don’t go, stay.”
“I gotta clean us up, honey,” Shouta murmurs softly, eyes fond and warm, and he smiles slightly when you shake your head and deepen the pout. 
“No. Tomorrow.” Your voice leaves no room for argument. “Stay.”
With an affectionate sigh, Shouta nods. “Okay. Tomorrow,” he murmurs, getting back in bed with you. You both worm your way into comfortable positions under the blankets and slot yourselves together, content to cuddle until the two of you fell asleep and inevitably drifted to your previously appropriated sides of the bed. 
The television, still on, drones monotonously in the background as the two of you lay there together, some late night program that neither of you care about playing as you bask in a shared afterglow. Shouta loves moments like this; they’re always so soft and perfect in ways he never thought he’d get — and yet here you were. 
He snatches up the remote and changes the channel a few times before finally muttering to himself and turning it off completely. His stomach grumbles a little, and he considers running to the kitchen for his food, but decides against it until you gently prod him away. 
“Go eat,” you mumble, having heard his stomach. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”
He huffs out yet another fond laugh and pads into the kitchen, followed swiftly by Tofu, who had long since disappeared from the bedroom when their ‘activities’ had started. He grabs a fork while passing the silverware drawer then  reaches the fridge and opens it, searching through it lazily for a moment before finding his containers of takeout and snatching one up, digging into the chicken pasta hungrily. Several sharp pricks tickle against either side of his left ankle, and he nearly drops the container at the slightly painful feeling before looking down. 
“Tofu, you fucking bastard, let go of my fucking ankle!” he hisses, and the cat looks up at him through wide eyes for a second before turning and biting the back of his ankle hard. “You fuckin’— get off, you little shit!” The cat just growls around its mouthful of his Achilles tendon, and Shouta shakes his leg a little to try and loosen it to no avail, ultimately tossing his food back in the fridge after shoving several more bites in his mouth so he can reach down and snatch up the furry attacker. The cat writhes in his grip, but Shouta refuses to let go and eventually the tiny bastard goes limo in acceptance, and Shouta gets to go back to his food. The cat swipes at a thick piece of chicken, but Shouta puts the fork out of reach just in time. “No fuckin’ way; maybe if you’d not been a little asshole you could have had some, but you decided to be a little shit and bite me. No chicken for you, and I’m telling Mom.”
The cat meows plaintively, and Shouta shakes his head. “Nope, face the consequences of your actions and suffer.” A screech from the cat gets no response, and Shouta quickly finished up his pasta before tossing the box in the trash and closing the fridge; he had more food, but he wasn’t hungry enough to eat them right now, so they could wait until tomorrow. 
He pads back into the bedroom, finding his sleepy girlfriend scrolling through her phone through half lidded eyes. He drops the cat onto the bed and it sprints to her, curling up at her hip on her side of the bed, and he says deadpan, “Your little monster ambushed me.”
You scoff playfully, picking Tofu uo by the armpits and shaking him ever so slightly. “Tofu would never, he’s just a baby,” you purr, laughing a little as he bats at your face with nothing but fluff — a literal sharp contrast to how he’d dug his claws and teeth into Shouta in the kitchen. 
“He’s got you completely fooled, I can’t believe it,” Shouta says, shaking his head and smiling as he climbs into bed next to you. You press close, craving the feeling of his skin against yours, and he worms around until he’s comfortable. A simple silence falls between the two of you, Shouta melting into the mattress just like he’d craved since the night had started.
You’re the one to break the silence. 
“I hate her,” you mumble quietly, drawing invisible pictures on his bare chest with your index finger. You hear him hum in acknowledgment beneath you, then one of those big hands cups the back of your head. 
“I know you do,” is his reply, and you sniff a little and nuzzle closer to him. 
“It isn’t fair,” you pout. “She gets to put her hands all over you even though you don’t like it and no one bats an eye, even when you ask her to stop.”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he croons softly, trying to calm you down from the inevitable fit you would have, but this doesn't comfort you. “I have you to make it all better.”
You push yourself up some so you can look at him, your lip jutting out in a vicious pout that he’d already heard in your voice. “You shouldn’t have to handle it, Shouta,” you say seriously. “She should fucking listen when you say no.”
Shouta just nods. “I agree,” he replies gently. “But she won’t change. We both know that.”
You shrug. “Then she’ll die,” you say simply, eyes dark and filling with the beginnings of bloodlust. Shouta hums a little yet again and seemingly ponders this, then nods again. 
“…Hmm. If that’s what you want, it’s fine by me,” he says simply, clutching you tightly. You scoff. 
“I wasn’t asking permission.”
“I wasn’t giving it,” he replies, recognizing the teasing tone. He presses back into the mattress with a sigh and allows all the tension to leave his body, relaxing into the bed he shared with you. You nuzzle against him again, and he hums happily at the contact and closes his eyes as the smoky edges of sleep flicker around in his mind. He can feel one of your hands playing with his hair, your fingers running through it and gently working out the knots. 
God, he was exhausted. 
“Sleep, Sho,” you murmur softly, pressing one hand to his cheek. He smiles faintly and leans into your touch as you smile back at him tenderly, and everything fades into a blissful silence. 
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A weight on his chest and a soft paw slapping his nose is what rouses Shouta from the deep sleep he’d been in, and he blearily opens his eyes to the sight of Tofu sitting on him smacking him across the face — just like every morning. 
Who needs an alarm clock when you have a cat?
Shouta groans and sits up, stretching and ignoring the annoyed mrrp! his cat lets out when forced to hop down. Glancing to your side of the bed, he smiles softly at the sight of you with wild hair and drool dripping down your chin with one hand thrown over your head, and he leans down and nuzzles you affectionately. You hum softly and slowly blink awake, your first sight of the day being him bumping his nose against yours. 
You grin. “Hi,” you whisper, and he grins back. 
“Hi,” he murmurs, and you giggle. You glance at the clock and then smile eagerly, a sudden lusty look in your eye. 
“Think we could have a quickie this morning before you go to class, Sensei?” you purr, and he groans and lets his head thump against your shoulder, closing his eyes. 
“If you were anyone else, that wouldn’t have been so fucking sexy,” he mumbles, and you giggle before pressing a quick series of kisses to his stubbly jaw. 
“Well, Sensei?” you ask playfully, and he looks at you with dark eyes. “Aren’t you going to teach me a lesson?”
He grins wickedly and doesn’t respond, instead jumping you and pressing you into the mattress. You accidentally let out a gleeful shriek as he begins to lave open-mouthed kisses across your skin, suckling at your skin long enough to leave marks alongside the bruises from last night. 
He pulls away, lips slightly swollen, and locks eyes with you, smiling breathlessly. “I’m gonna take you apart,” he says proudly, and over the next hour he does just that before padding off into the bathroom for another shower, leaving you spread out on the bed with a racing heart. Your entire body feels like a bowl of mush, and as the sounds of him showering in the bathroom reach your ears you groan, forcing yourself to move. You’d wanted to make him a bento this morning, and you damn well were going to. 
It’s done by the time he leaves the bedroom, fully dressed in his hero uniform, and you’re resting on the sectional with Tofu dozing on your lap and one of your several computers on hand. Shouta doesn’t want to know what you’re looking at so excitedly and pointedly ignores the screen as he dips down and catches your lips with his, kissing you deeply. 
“I’ll see you tonight, I don’t have patrol tonight,” he mumbles against your lips before kissing you again. You smile softly and nod. 
“Okay hun. Oh, and don’t forget your lunch on the kitchen counter!” youncall, and he grunts a response. He heads to the kitchen and grabs his keys and a coat as well as his capture weapon, and during all of this Tofu wakes up. The cat darts off of your lap and into your kitchen and then, judging from the choked screech your boyfriend lets out, proceeds to jump the man and start biting. 
“Fucking why, Tofu?!”
You giggle softly and call the cat, and the little menace bounces back to you as if he’d not done anything wrong, curling up in your lap and starting to purr happily. Shouta grumbles the entire way out the door, and then he’s leaving, and you’re still giggling. Hizashi was at the door, ready to grab breakfast with Shouta as expected, and he calls out a quick greeting and says ‘hello’ to Tofu before setting out with your boyfriend, letting the house fall silent. 
You grin and get back to work. 
Hours later you’re hungry, so you put your… less than legal work to the side and head to the kitchen, leaving Tofu asleep on the couch. As you go in, you pause, glancing at the end of the corner of the kitchen counter where the bento you’d made Shouta sits. At first you’re annoyed, but then you grin; he must have put it down in the struggle for his life when he went head on against the cat. 
Grabbing a pretty pink and white handkerchief, you wrap the large box up so you can hold it by handkerchief loops and begin making your way to U.A. School, buying yourself lunch along the way ( Because honestly? You deserved it. ). It takes around an hour, but eventually you make it, and after a few more minutes you manage to weasel your way inside and begin your trek through the halls to Class 1-A’s room. 
Ahead of you is a familiar white bundle of fur wrapped up in a small suit, and you giggle softly to yourself.  “Hello, Nedzu!” you greet brightly through a grin that mimicked a shark's predatory smile. The stoat ahead of you freezes, then turns quickly and responds in kind, his small black eyes shining darkly as the two of you — a frequent pair online when it came to tearing down certain aspects of hero society — coem to meet in the hallway. 
“Hello! What brings you to U.A. today?” he asks kindly, walking beside you as you continue on your way,  and you laugh genuinely. 
“Shouta forgot his lunch at home, I was just bringing it to him,” you explain with ease, and he nods. 
“Oh, how kind!” he replies, and smiles again while narrowing his eyes. “Though next time we will have to get you a security access card; it won’t do to have unannounced guests slipping in and out of the school!” Though the two of you could be considered ‘friends’, the slight warning was clear; while he wasn’t upset with you for coming in, he’d have preferred to not have a weakness in security that you could take advantage of enough to enter the school undetected.
Oh well. He’d patch the ‘hole’ and you’d find a new way to worm yourself in until the security system was sl tightly woven a drop of water couldn’t seep through. That was the entire purpose of this game, after all. 
“I’ll keep that in mind,” is the only response you give, and it seems to please him enough. The rest of your walk to Shouta’s classroom is spent in interesting conversation, various subjects coming and going until finally you reach the classroom door. 
“Well, this is your stop!” Nedzu says brightly. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Thank you!” you call kindly as he disappears around a corner, and you knock then enter. 
All eyes lock on you as you come in, and out of all of them the only ones that don’t shine with confusion are your boyfriend’s. He stands from his chair and strides over to you quickly, an eyebrow raised, and growls quietly in a tone many ( but not you ) would consider harsh, “Now you know damn well you aren't supposed to come here — do you realize how many people there are here who could identify you?” 
You just smile brightly. “You left your bento on the kitchen counter!” you say, and he pauses for a moment and looks down at the pink bundle. 
“…Oh,” he mumbles simply, then nods. “Thank you, then.”
“You’re welcome,” you smile, and he turns to put it on the desk then pauses. You tilt your head to the side curiously, still ignoring the twenty pairs of eyes on the pair of you, as he turns around. 
“How the hell did you get in?” Shouta asks, both curious and confused, but you just giggle and give him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. 
“That’s a secret for me and Nedzu to know, honey,” you say sweetly, then disappear out the door. Aizawa stares after you, then sighs. 
“Well fuck,” he mutters. “That’s a match made in hell; god, why did I introduce those two to each other?” He turns and faces the sea of children he’d momentarily forgotten he had, and freezes. For a moment he fears they’ve recognized her, but then he registers that all twenty of his stupid children are grinning like the little devil spawns they are, and he fights off the urge to groan. “Why me, god?”
“Aizawa-Sensei has a girlfriend!” Ashido shrieks excitedly, and his entire Hell Class devolves into excited banter and rambling, endless questions pouring his way from all twenty, even the handful he trusted to be the quiet ones. 
“Why didn’t you tell us about your girlfriend, Sensei?!” Ashido asks, mimicked afterwards by nearly twenty voices. 
“Is she our new mom?” Kaminari asks, glancing at Kirishima through a grin that was brightly returned. The entire class giggles at the question. 
“Sensei has a girlfriend! Sensei has a girlfriend!” comes a random cheer from seemingly nowhere, likely Hagakure, and Shouta collapses into his chair with his face buried into his hands as twenty voices pummel him with question after question and the shrieks never end. 
“This. This is why I never told you,” he grumbles in response to Ashido, and the entire class devolves into more giggles and talking. Shouta sighs; it was only Monday. 
This was panning out to be a long week. 
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devildomcrybaby · 2 months
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Unconcerned about whatever activity you might be occupied with, Tomura carefully grabs your wrist and leisurely lifts your shirt to press a kiss to your belly. He can be careless, letting his knuckles brush against your breasts in doing so, his other hand gripping your hip slightly pulling down your shorts exposing the side of your panties.
It's an astounding notion, being able to touch you to his heart's content. All of his life never once has he allowed himself to touch anything so freely. Anything he didn't want to slip through his fingers in ashes. Destroying is different. It's easy. It's what he was born for. But to caress? He hardly ever knew tender touches. He's not sure that he's able to do it right, either. It feels clumsy, like it's not meant to him. But you always let him. You trust that he won't tear, bruise, shatter. There must be something deeply wrong with you, he thinks. Maybe you're like those who skydive or swim with sharks just to have adrenaline running through their veins. Maybe risking your life gets you off. Relinquishing control to him. Maybe it makes you feel safe, at ease, to know that it's someone else deciding whether you live or die. You can't really be blamed for the consequences of your actions if no choice is up to you. Does his deadly touch makes you feel free? He's being ridiculous and he knows it as you run your fingers through his hair and slide your nails up his exposed arm. You're gentle.
It's a terrifying thought that you could let him because you want to. That you seek to be touched just as much as he seeks to touch you. That you might...It can't be. He can't afford the luxury of entertaining the thought.
Doesn't matter now. Just lie still against him like this.
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yanderes who will literally worship the ground you walk on.
yanderes who believes you’re a princess/goddess/prince/god/royalty/deity
yanderes who will sacrifice people to you and leave you notes describing their sacrifice
yanderes who are literally so sweet but can flip in an instant
yanderes who will cuddle you and give you everything you will ever want
yanderes who will love you no matter what you do, who you are, what you look like, etc
yanderes who are delusional and think that you smiling at them means that you’re in love
yanderes who would kill you and then themselves so no one could have you
yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, asahi azumane, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro, nishinoya yu, tanaka ryunnosuke, hinata shoyo, yachi hitoka, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, momo yaoyorozu, kirishima eijiro, gon freecs, takemichi hanagaki, chifuyu matsuno, shinichiro sano, akashi senju, kazutora hanemiya, sanzu haruchiyo, hinata hyuga, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, giyu tomioka, shinobu kocho, mutsuri kanroji, tengen uzui, rengoku kyojuro, mutsuki tooru, shirazu ginshi, juzo suzuya, hideyoshi nagachika,
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imagination-mess · 5 months
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Imagine Pro Hero Deku at the Hero Expo signing, taking pictures, and talking to fans. He kept seeing the book repeatedly when fans were asking him to sign it for them. Curiosity got to him, and he asked what this book was about to get a recommendation to read it himself because it is an incredible story to read.
Later, he found the book being sold from one of the little shops set up in the plaza. They were selling specifically three books with a similar appearance to himself and his friends on the cover. He found out by conversing with some fans who hadn’t seen him yet and thought he was a cosplayer. The three books were connected: The Demon Prince, The Dragon King, and The Mage.
He ended up getting all three books for free. He just asked to sign the Mage book and take a picture with them since the seller refused to take money from him.
However, once he could recover from spending three days at the expo with fans. He started to read the book during his time off for the week.
You better believe Izuku read all of those books within a week because they were fascinating and detailed. It was a coincidence that parallels his life story. It was much later, after he finished the book, that it left him on a cliffhanger from the last book, which was The Mage. He went online to find out if there was another book coming out.
To find out, these books have come from a fanfiction website. Someone else had taken the original work and changed their names on the physical copy. Izuku assumed that it was the person he interacted with back at the Hero Expo.
The original creator of three books took all of their work down immediately after finding out that their work was being sold at the HeroExpo. The last post on their Twitter account was:
“Sorry for the inconvenience. I will not be uploading my work again. I would like not to be sued by the three biggest heroes of our generation.
Most of all, those books were published without my permission. Those physical copies of books sold at the Hero Expo weren’t by me."
To the horror of the original author of the books, they were trending on all social media platforms.
The fans wanted to know what the hype was about behind the books that had been taken down. People were sharing summaries about it and talking about it. Others expressed sadness that someone ruined it for everyone who would have loved to read it.
It didn’t help with the viral picture of Shoto reading ‘his’ book, The Demon Prince, at his favorite cat cafe while drinking tea.
The Deku, Dynamight, and Shoto fanbase are terrifying. Many people were harassing them to put it back on the website because they wanted to read it.
Within a couple of hours, the original author deleted their account.
However, it stayed in topic of conversation for a long time.
Next Pro Hero Dynamight
Later Pro Hero Shoto
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takeomisbitch · 6 months
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Let Me Feel You When You Rest
Kinktober day 4 Aizawa Shota x Fem!Reader
Word count:447
Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Consented Somnophilia small bit of male masturbation, this one is deadass mad short cause I haven’t bothered with MHA
Synopsis:After talking to your fiancé about how you always wanted to get woken up with sex you tell him to try it when you don’t expected it
Kinktober Masterlist | My Hero Academia Masterlist
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You told your fiance Shota Aizawa that you always wanted to wake up to sex you decided to give the ok to have sex/wake you up with sex when you sleep. Aizawa was a bit standoffish when you told him it's always been a fantasy of you, but after some thinking he agreed he would but you just won’t know when. 
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It’s been 3 weeks since Aizawa agreed with your fantasy, you would go to bed expecting to feel him soon but it never happened so you just thought he didn’t want to do it, until this morning. It’s around 5 am, Aizawa is awake, needing to get ready in an hour, but he was so horny from the wet dream he had of you. He pulls his boxers down just enough to free his aching cock, Aizawa wraps his hand around his cock slowly pumping it up and down while looking at your sleeping figure. 
He silently groans as you move causing your sleep shirt to rise, your naked cunt on full display, “Shit.” Aizawa thinks to himself wondering if now is the time to do what you wanted, “Why not.” 
Aizawa lays on his side, moving your thigh up a little to get a full view of your glistening cunt. He takes his cock into his hand another time rubbing his tip up and down your slit gathering your wetness, “So wet Y/N” he whispers peppering kisses on your shoulder. 
He slowly thrusts his dick in your hole causing a moan to leave your mouth still fully asleep, Aizawa moves in and out of your cunt with slow coordinated thrust, he drags his cock alongside your plush cunt “Feel so good” he whispers sucking on your neck, “Fuck wake up sweetheart wanna hear you”. 
Aizawa kisses you as he speeds his thrust up causing you to awake from your slumber, “Oh shit Shota” you moan looking down in between your legs, “Shota you feel so good,” you grab the back of his neck pulling him closers as you move your hips back and forth with his. 
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” you can feel Aizawa’s cock twitch inside of you as he lets his load fill your cunt up having his cum leak out as he countines his thrust his hand coming down to rub your clit, “Oh shit” you moan cumming around his cock, your cum mixing with his as it leaks out your pussy. “Fun right?” teasing him when he lays his head on your shoulder, “Yea whatever.” He kisses your neck one last time before kissing your lips then getting up out of the bed to get you both cleaned up.
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dabis-loverboy · 1 year
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idk if you’re still doin requests with different characters but maybe
dilf!Kirishima x AFAB/fem reader nsfw; no quirk au, raunchy office scene. you can obv add your own spin to it not sure how detailed i should be
— 🧿 anon
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The Things We Shouldn't Do
Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, aged up characters, cumplay, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, dom Kirishima, creampie, boss/employee, infidelity, sir kink, dacryaphilia, praise kink
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x female reader
Author's Note: You can be as detailed as you want to be! Albeit be aware that the more detailed, the longer I might make it and thus the longer it'll take!
"Fuck!" You swore, bent over the desk of your boss.
Your breasts pressed against the surface of the desk, cheek against the wood grain as you felt his cock in your cunt. It felt far too good, truly, just laying there as Kirishima slammed into you. His hands were on your wrosts, pulling back as he buried his cock into you over and over again. You knew this was wrong. You knew it from the moment you had started this. He was married. He had kids. Yet you had become addicted to what he could do to you.
"Thats right. Fuck is right, babygirl." Kirishima grunted, red gaze watching your ass jiggle from his thrusts.
You were a moaning mess under him, mascara running down your face from tears at just how good Kirishima felt. Tears that Kirishima thought you looked good with. Your black pencil skirt pushed up to your waist and your white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down with your breasts spilling out of that black lace bra. Kirishima felt you tighten around his cock, groaning as it spurred him on to just fuck you harder.
"God! Fuck! Kiri!" You whined, "Right there! Please! Please, sir!"
You practically sobbed, feeling his cock hit your sweet spot. Kirishima leaned forward, inspecting your hickey covered neck before sinking his teeth in again. A loud gasp left your lips, "Kiri!" You cried out. You just wanted to chase that high, pushing the fact that his wife had been here just earlier out of your mind. After all, you knew it was wrong. You just didn't care.
"Cum around my cock, go ahead. Do it, sweetheart." Kirishima ordered, "Cum with me."
You let out another moan, letting a shrill "yes!" leave your lips. You were so close you were sobbing. You just wanted to cum, you just wanted to feel him cum. Was that so wrong? You didn't care if it was, feeling his cock slam into that spot over and over, stretching you open. Hell, practically splitting you open.
"Daddy!" You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock.
Kirishima groaned loudly, the new title spurring him on even more than "sir". "Fuck." He growled, rutting his hips against your ass, every thrust sounding loudly in the office. He nodded, "Yeah, I'm your fucking Daddy. Splitting that cunt wide open on my cock. Just like you deserve, such a good fucking girl."
You felt the orgasm rip through your body, screaming and sobbing in pleasure as you laid limp on ghe desk. You heard Kirishima let out a guttural, low moan as you came on his cock. He didn't slow down or stop, speeding up his thrusts, fucking his cock into you through your orgasm. Kirishima finally stilled inside of you, his cock twitching and erupting knside of you. You squealed, feeling the thick liquid pour into you. Kirishima began pulling out, still cumming. Both in and on your cunt, eyes lit up with satisfaction as he saw his cum dripping out of your cunt. You rolled over, your legs spread so he could have a better look. Kirishima smirked, watching a dopey smile spread across your face before looking back down to your cum covered groin. He reached down, slapping your clit before rubbing it. You lowly moaned.
You both knew it was wrong, he had a wife and kids after all, but neither of you cared.
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mindfulvenus · 2 months
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˖⁺‧₊˚✦ again, and again
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pairing. todoroki shouto x reader
listen to. somewhere only we know by keane
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todoroki shouto makes time on several occasions to watch the stars in the night sky with you.
and with all of the silence in the night, there's nothing more alluring to shouto than hearing your soft voice pointing to the clusters of stars in the night sky. together, you lay on top of a cozy blanket in the grassy outdoors with piles and piles of astronomy books from the library scattered around you two.
“isn’t this nice?? we’re just two little people, looking up at the stars.” you reach out and grab his hand, his fingers reciprocating the touch, pulling your hand deep into his, and it's warm despite the slightly chilly temperature. he's smiling at you just as you are smiling back at him.
when you drift your eyes back up to the sky, you take in the relaxing sight above. it almost feels like your up there; just you, the stars, and shouto. and after hours and hours of pointing out constellations together, there falls another peaceful moment of quiet, only to be broken by his soft voice this time.
“they’re so pretty, just like—“ he begins letting his eyes soften while gazing gently at his favorite features of yours. and with that face matched with those words, you know where this is going, he's too readable sometimes; never a bad thing though. makes it perfect for when you want to tease him.
“like me?" and when he hears those words being breathlessly giggled out of your mouth, followed by, "shouto, that’s like the fifth time you’ve said that tonight!” he's very pleased you've caught onto his loving repetition of words, uttered for your ears only.
“oh it is?" he laughs out, turning on his side to face you, letting his fingers reach over to mess with the tips of your hair, "i’ll probably say it again,” he shifts his body a little closer to you and you can't help but be drawn nearer to him as well.
you lean into his face with playfully daring eyes, “and i’ll call you on it, again," getting even closer, you readjust yourself to place a teasing whisper to his ear, "then?”
he leans back onto the grass as you stay propped up to the side of him, “we’ll kiss again," he smiles lovingly and when you let your hand move to caress the side of his face, his two hands gently guide your lips down to his.
shouto's kissing you behind a beautiful background of stars. when you pull slightly away, your still so close to him. you can feel and hear what he whispers back into your mouth, "again, and again.”
and this time, you can see the reflection of stars, and even some hearts in shouto's eyes.
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note. i got a weird sense of deja vu while editing this ^.^;
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specialagentlokitty · 20 days
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Aizawa x reader - all this time
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Shouta Aizawa x Reader. Reader went to UA with him, and was practically Oboros sibling, but then he died. After Oboro died, Reader ran away and became a vigilante. One who was violent to the villains who killed their brother. After ten years and Aizawa is a teacher at UA they literally crash into his life again. Before reader left them and Shouta had been pining after each other hard core. Reader crashes into the USJ somehow, and beats the crap out of Tomura. (maybe Tomura ends up being readers brother? bio brother??) and is ready to kill to protect Shouta then fluff. the students live reader. - @nyxiethesimp 💜
You had been tracking the league of villains for a long time, you had been following their every move, targeting anybody they had links with, any other low life petty criminal you would just get rid off.
The heroes couldn’t do their jobs, they were useless.
You wanted justice, the people wanted justice, and you were going to bring them that justice no matter who got in your way.
You knew what they were planning next, so you wasted no time in running to the USJ.
Everybody was panicking, Aizawa was willing to do whatever it took to protect his students no matter the cost, even if it cost him his own life.
He stood no chance against Shigaraki or the Nomu he was fighting, but he wasn’t just going to let his students die at the hands of some villains.
Maybe that’s why nobody heard the loud bang, with all the commotion going on the sound just blended in with everything else.
You rolled over the ground a few times, and you crouched down, the chains you had wrapped around your arms making a rattling and clanging noise.
You crouched, resting your arms on your knees as you looked at the scene in front of you.
“Well if it isn’t the vigilante.” Shigaraki smirked.
You titled your head to the side just slightly.
“Hello justice.” He said.
You didn’t reply, but you did flick your gaze to the man that was pinned under him, your eyes locking with his black ones.
He seemed to be regarding you, and you looked to the students that were hiding from the villains.
“Oh yes, I forgot you know the mighty eraserhead right? Didn’t you go to school together? Oh! I remember you telling me all about him!”
You pushed yourself up, reaching your hands behind your back.
Shigaraki didn’t move, but the nomu stood next to him did, waiting for its orders.
“No love for your baby brother? We used to be so close.” He mocked.
He smirked a little.
“I want your hands to join the others, I have mothers, and fathers, i need you too.”
The nomu ran at you and you easily dodged the attacks, drawing the two swords from your back, the chains rattling as you moved.
You moved from side to side, making no attempt to attack the creature trying to hurt you.
“You were always so cool!” Your little brother gushed.
You swung your sword, slashing it right across the nomu and the wound healed almost instantly.
You were getting a read for the creature, learning how it moved, the attacks it favoured, how fast it was.
You were pin pointing any weak spots that you could find, making a note of them all while you deflected attacks and got in hits of your own.
You heard Aizawa groan in pain, and you glanced over, ducking under the attack that was aimed for you.
You charged for Shigaraki, grabbing him by the throat and you tossed him from Aizawa, placing your hand on the Nomu, sending a series of small pellet like bullets through it.
It stumbled back a little, and you placed your knee onto the heroes back, keeping him pinned to the ground.
Grabbing your swords, you primed one ready and threw it, straight through the head of the nomu and it fell, dropping to the floor.
Then your turned to face shigaraki.
“Why are you protecting them?!” He screamed.
You stayed quiet, and he clenched his jaw.
“You can’t protect them all!”
He ran towards one of the students, and you charged at him, gripping the chains you swung them, hitting him in the back, knocking him to the ground.
You swung the other chain, and he caught it, watching as it disintegrated in his palms and he narrowed his eyes.
“You’re pissing me off. I don’t like it when you piss me off.” He warned.
You stared at him, guiding the students behind you and over to their teacher, and you followed them quietly.
You helped Aizawa on to the back of a green haired student, and you handed your sword to another green haired one, a girl.
“Wait you need that!” One of them protested.
“You’re getting in the way!”
Shigaraki charged at you, wrapping four fingers around your throat, and you stood there staring at them.
“He doesn’t remember you~” he mocked.
He brought his other hand up, tugging at the bandanna that was wrapped around your face.
You didn’t move, you just stood there, eyes boring into that of the hero you once went to school with, were a student with.
His eyes widened a little.
“(Y/N)…” he whispered.
“Oh you remember! Hopefully you remember when you have to bury my dear sibling underground~”
You swung your arm back, slamming your elbow into his ribs, and you spun around, holding your hand out.
Your blood pooled into a sword in your hands and you charged, engaging a full on fight with the well known villain.
His quirk had no effect on your blood, since it wasn’t actually a solid, he couldn’t use his decay on it.
You carried on fighting him, occasionally cutting him, but nothing life threatening, and when his group came to bail him out you just stood there.
You stared at your brother as he left and turned around, making your towards the entrance, you pulled your mask back up and walked over to the students.
They all got ready to fight you, knowing exactly who you were and what you did, but you ignored him, walking to Aizawa.
Rolling up your sleeve, you took the bandages around arm and began to wrap them around his wounds.
“Why’re you helping us?” A student asked nervously.
You glanced at him, but didn’t reply.
You went back to wrapping up the wounds until you ran out of bandages, and you stepped back.
“Don’t.. walk away…” Aizawa grumbled.
You placed a hand on his forehead, patting it a couple of times before you turned around and walked away, making your way back to how you got in.
After that day you went back to what you were doing, having spent a few weeks fixing your chains.
That’s how you ran into Aizawa again, he was on night patrol, and you were looking for villains to beat the daylight out off and you two literally ran right into one another.
You stared at one another for a couple of seconds, and you swung your arm, chains knocking him from his feet.
“(Y/N)!”
You spun around, running back the way you had come from and Aizawa was right behind you.
He followed you up to the top of a building before he managed to catch you with his cloth around his neck.
You couldn’t reach your swords, so you manifested your blood into one.
“Hey! Hey! I’m not here to hurt you!”
Aizawa walked around you, and he stood in front of you, hands raised as he took his scarf back.
“I just want to talk, that’s it. It’s a lot of hassle to chase after you every single time, and I’ve not been told to arrest you.”
You narrowed your eyes a little bit.
“Everybody thought you died (Y/N), after.. well, you know, you just disappeared of the face of the earth. You didn’t even get in contact with anybody.”
He sounded angry, maybe a little disappointed or annoyed, that part you couldn’t tell.
Aizawa sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and he gestured to the side with his head.
“Can we talk?”
You gave a single nod of your head.
You knew you weren’t going to be able to outrun him, he was going to keep chasing after you, keeping looking for you and you couldn’t be bothered with that.
You trailed after him, not really interested in anything at all, but you knew where he was taking you.
He was talking you to his apartment, he wasn’t worried about you finding out where he lived, he knew you, knew your profile.
You hated villains, you hated heroes too, but villains even more, so you wouldn’t go around giving his address out to anybody.
He opened the door to let you inside and you stood awkwardly in the hallway, looking at the cat that walked over to him.
He knelt down to scratch the cat, and you just stood there.
“His name is Duke.”
Aizawa stood up, walking into the living room and you followed him, sitting down on the opposite end of the room to him.
He sat on the couch, neither of you speaking for a couple of minutes.
You turned your attention to the cat that was wondering over, and held your hand out, letting him decide if he wanted attention.
“Thank you.”
You looked up at him.
“For helping us. I know heroes aren’t exactly on the top of your list of your favourite people, you didn’t have to help me or my students but you did.”
You shrugged a little bit, looking away from him.
Aizawa sighed slightly.
“Why won’t you talk to me?”
This caught your attention, and Aizawa noticed the way you visibly tensed.
He slowly got up, making his way over and he slowly crouched down in front of you, resting his arms on his knees.
He was the reason you did that, after hanging around with him for so long when you were younger you just picked up some of his habits, some things that he did.
“Why won’t you talk to me? Do you hate me that much? Is it because I’m a hero? Was it something I did? I don’t understand. You haven’t said a single word, you didn’t speak back at the USJ either.”
Aizawa studied you carefully.
“What happened in these years you’ve been gone?”
Aizawa reached out, and you tensed up, slowly turning your head away.
“It’s alright.”
Aizawa slowly reached over, and he pushed your hood down, reaching around the back of your head, untying the bandanna.
He held it there, not removing it yet.
Your eyes locked with his, and you gave a small nod of your head, letting him know that he was alright to go ahead.
He removed it, setting it on the ground and turned his gaze back to you.
Aizawa placed a finger under your chin, tilting it up slightly, looking at your next.
He saw the scars, the same scars he had on his elbow, from Shigaraki, the decay quirk.
“Does it hurt?” He asked.
You shook your head.
Aizawa ran a couple of fingers over the scar lightly, and took a good look at you.
There was a few small scars on your face, but you hadn’t really changed all that much.
“You could’ve been an amazing hero (Y/N)…”
You scowled.
“I know, I know. You blame the heroes for what happened to your brother, you blame the villains and the heroes for what happened to Oboro.”
Aizawa got up, walking over he opened a book and took something out of it, then he grabbed a pad and pen and walked back to you.
He sat down in front of you, setting the pad and pen down first, then he held out the photo, letting you take it.
“I still have this. We found it in your apartment when we tried to find you. Me and Mic.”
You furrowed your brows a little, and Aizawa pointed to the blond haired boy in the photo.
“Hizashi is a hero too, present mic. Still as loud and as obnoxious as ever but we all knew he was never really going to change. Hell, you even called it that he was still going to be the exact same.”
You gave a silent laugh, smiling sadly as you looked at the photo, you and your friends all those years ago.
You had almost forgotten what it was like to be at UA, studying to be a hero, having your whole life ahead of you like that.
“Nezu wants to offer you a deal.”
You looked up at your friend.
“If you agree to come be a teaching assistant with me, all the charges against you were dropped. You want to stop villains, so do we.”
You set the photo down, grabbing the pad and pen and scribbled something down.
‘Not a chance.’
He sighed.
“Just at least come and have a look. You can actually give these kids a view of real life and what it’s like.”
‘I don’t care.’
You stood up, tossed the pad and pen aside.
Making your way back to the door you were stopped by Aizawa calling your name.
“That day I said there was something I wanted to tell you after school.”
You cast a look behind you as you tied the bandanna back around your face.
“I wanted to ask you on a date. Come to UA on Monday, first thing in the morning. If you do I’ll tell you more.”
You left, going back to what you were doing.
Aizawa waited by the gates on Monday morning with Nezu.
“Do you think they’ll show?” Nezu asked.
“I could never predict what they were doing to do, nobody could. That was (Y/N)s job, study someone for a few moments and they knew what every next move would be.”
Nezu nodded slightly.
“Well, perhaps we should consider offering a different incentive. What did you say to encourage them?”
Aizawa glanced down at Nezu.
“Something I knew would get their interest.”
Aizawa gestured to the entrance and Nezu turned to look.
You were stood there with your hands in your pockets.
“Oh you came, how delightful, please come with us.”
You followed them idly.
You had no interested in being there, you were only there because of Aizawa.
You had a long meeting with Nezu, and finally you were allowed to follow Aizawa, and he led you to his classroom.
“I’m sure you all know the vigilante Justice.”
Aizawa pointed to you and the classroom fell quiet.
“ITS YOU!”
“Thank you for saving us!” Someone gushed.
You scowled and moved away from the students who came to ask you a whole bunch of questions.
“Justice can’t speak. Sit down, ask questions one at a time.”
The students complied, and Aizawa handed you some chalk before he laid down behind his desk, closing his eyes.
You looked at him but said nothing to him, you just wrote on the board.
“Do whatever I don’t care.’
“Can we ask questions?” A girl asked.
‘I don’t care. If I don’t like them I won’t answer them.’
They nodded their heads, raising their hands to ask you questions and you answered the ones you felt like answering.
You couldn’t exactly leave, you knew you were being watched.
Aizawa wasn’t actually sleeping, he just wanted to see how you would handle the situation he placed you in.
He was laid on the floor, occasionally looking up at you to see what you were doing, just studying you.
He knew you were waiting to talk to him about you said, and he knew that conversation couldn’t be avoided for much longer.
He avoided it long enough when you were students, then he lost your for years, now he didn’t want to avoid it anymore because he had never stopped thinking about you
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Having Hawks as Your Flirty Rival
Pairing: Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, lots of flirting, rivals to lovers, teasing, missions, bragging, showing off, kissing
A/N: I will never let anyone forget how much I love this man.
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Rival!Hawks who always just so happens to be on the same mission as you. He's the second best hero, you really think he won't be where the action is? Lately it seems like the action, the most interesting kind is where you happen to be. So if you don't mind he'll just tag along and see what he can do. You can complain all you like but he's not leaving until the job is done.
Rival!Hawks floats next to you while you walk around the city on patrol. The moment you see a crime the two of you race to it, egging each other on. He always has something to say about your fighting, not always bad but in general he loves keeping you on your toes.
Rival!Hawks offers to train with you when he's free. Of course he wants to, he can't have his rival getting sloppy. Geez, not everything he does is to spite you, he's actually a pretty good guy. Good but annoying to you in particular. When you do warm ups he always sticks a bit close to you so you can see his shirt ride up his abs. Getting all hot and bothered already? Maybe you need a cold shower before training starts.
Rival!Hawks likes to make bets on who will come out on top, in missions of course, what were you thinking? The loser has to do what the other wants, it's usually thing like paying for food or drinks or saying something embarrassing. This time he asked you to kiss him. He didn't expect you to do it, or that he'd like it so much. Or that bite. Ouch.
Rival!Hawks doesn't brag often but he brags a lot to you specifically. It gets a reaction out of you, trying to swat away at him only for him to catch your wrists and pull you close. Ever since that first kiss he's been thinking about you. Another one might get you out of his head, but then again do either of you want that? He's noticed you looking his way more then a few times. You'll have to wait until your next mission to see.
Rival!Hawks happens to be going the same route as you are with some extra food. He can share if you want, but you have to ask nicely. Or give him a kiss. He's not handing these out for free, you should be happy you get a kiss from him. Not without him winning the bet? Fine, he'll show you, just you wait and see.
Rival!Hawks shows off in front of you a lot. He says he does it for the cameras but he's never cared for those much so the only logical conclusion is that he's showing off for you. This is plain as day to see because he always makes sure he's in your field of vision when pulling off something badass. Keep your eyes on him at all times, your heart will surely skip a beat.
Rival!Hawks who can't believe that he lost his bet with you. Oh well, next time he will surely... you want that kiss? Are you sure? He wasn't exactly joking before but he didn't think you'd go for it. Okay, he's not saying no, he would never say no to a hot woman like yourself. But not in front of the cameras. He takes you high, high up among the clouds and kisses you there, away from any prying eyes.
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raitonsfw · 1 month
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When Keigo said you could do whatever... he certainly didn't expect to be knelt down in front of you with a fleshlight hovering over the base of his cock and his wings trembling underneath your touch.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, bondage, wing play, sex toy (fleshlight), teasing, dirty talk, cumshot (into the toy), keigo's basically on his knees for you, fucking a fleshlight with his wings being toyed with-
a/n: need this man served to me on a silver platter, i wanna play with his wings alllll day. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list
thirst count: 1
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
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His wings stretched farther than the bed’s width, feathering out behind him as you slicked the toy with lube. Normally, he’d be on top of you– his wings enveloping you in a tight embrace as he flipped you on your tummy to take you from behind. But that afternoon, you decided you wanted to take the reins– more specifically, Keigo decided with a quiet whine instilled in his smooth voice. 
His wrists were done up behind him, underneath the span of his wings and he was on his knees with his cock bulging against his boxers. He had parted his legs to rest more comfortably against the bed, as much as he could at least with the ropes binding his ankles; the width of his thighs had you nearly in a coma. God, he was so sexy when he submitted to you every once in a while.
“Y/N, go easy on me now.” His golden eyes seared your figure, the black specks beneath them turning up as he flashed a toothy grin at you. Of course, you’d go easy on him– for now. At least, until his senses were shot and all he could do is whimper for you to let him cum. 
“I’ll go easy, sweetheart.” You took one of his feathers between your fingertips, smoothing it over lightly and he immediately keened into your touch; his eyes lazing closed with a relieved groan. Keigo shuddered as you rubbed them, plucking at them softly with quiet pants overtaking the room when you found a new feather to play with. You traced them towards the ends of the soft fluff, then decided to not tease him anymore; his cock was leaking now against the naughty gray material. 
The toy in your other hand spurred you on a little more as you let his cock free from its confines, the fleshlight practically gleaming mischievously in the sunlight that set amongst the clouds. The sunset kissed Keigo’s skin– flushed with a red tint as he looked towards the sex toy, his cock twitching. “Don’t keep me waiting, darling.” 
Right. Sinking the toy down onto his cock, a low groan escaped him and he visibly relaxed into the feeling. His hips bucked as he bottomed out within the toy, his wings fluttering a bit as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of it. 
“God, baby– want me to thrust into it?” Keigo breathed out, opening his eyes slightly to gaze down at the fleshlight… and your hand that grasped it. He didn’t need you to answer his question– of course he was going to fuck into the toy without much thinking, whether or not you let him.
You didn’t even have to move the toy for him, his knees bracing the bed the best they could as he rolled his hips straight into the tight silicone of the toy. It squeezed around him just right, a choked gasp escaping him as he slid into it with pleasure scaling up towards his wings. Keigo jolted as you felt up his feathers, fluffing them towards you with a tremble and a quiet ‘yesss, right there–’ falling from his lips.
His entire body ached with desperation down as he fucked himself into the toy with fervor, his half-lidded eyes stuck on you as you gave a small smile. You had him wrapped around your finger, playing with his feathers and his cock– he couldn’t help but spill into the fleshlight without any warning. He threw his head back as he arched, his wings expanding their full length with a quiver as he came in the toy with a heaved moan. 
The next time you had him pinned to the bed, his wings were first on your list to tamper with.
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ariaki · 1 year
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MHA — GOING INTO THE SHOWER WITH THEM : FIC
content: you come home after missing them a bit too much and you decide to join then in the showers
pairing: hawks, aizawa x gn!reader
contains: mentions of nudity | 1% suggestive? | use of nickname bunny.
notes: I was suppose to post these on Monday but lost track go time…but here they are!! hope you guys enjoy <3 reblogs would be appreciated
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Hawks: The number 2 hero was home unusually early. It caught you by surprise to see his dirty jacket and scratched glasses placed on the kitchen counter. You smiled widely at the idea of seeing him after so long, but your smile vanished when you heard the water running; it meant you had to wait to see him.
You have been waiting to see him for three weeks now, and you were desperate, practically on the verge of crying because you missed your Boyfriend so much, and you feared he would be around for a short time. So you entered the bathroom. The loud noise of you opening the door alarmed him, making him turn around. The only thing he did was grin. “You’re that excited to see me huh?” he was wet. The water ran down his chest, down to his stomach, and into his v line.
You missed him TOO much, which made you feel things all over your insides as you stared at him. He noticed your eyes and how they traveled around his body. “Come here.” he extends a hand, “show me how much you missed me, pretty.” he usually takes quick showers, but this one took 2 hours.
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Aizawa: The grumpy teacher loves taking baths. It calms him down after a stressful day at UA. It’s the only time he can collect his thoughts and rest his eyes. That is until you come home, missing him more than usual. You are a pro hero who is constantly on the move, and you worked for Hawks, which meant you were always out, flying over the streets of Japan.
Tonight was a miracle. You were allowed to go home early after a week of coming home late to an empty bed since Aizawa would get up early to leave for school. And what a coincidence that, when you come home, he's in the shower.
“Shota?” You knocked on the door, hoping he let you in. You just wanted to see his face, kiss him, and be hugged by his strong arms. “Come in.” you smiled and opened the door without hesitation.
And there he was, half of his body underwater. Only his chest and the top of his knees showed “I missed you so much, Shota.” you walked closer to him. He smiled, looking up at you. “I missed you too, bunny.” then an idea popped into your head. “Can I join you?” He nodded and made room for you “Don’t do anything stupid we need to sleep.” you rolled your eyes. “Sure thing, professor.”
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