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Hawks | Pancakes&Waffles

Pairing: Hawks x OFC Warnings: smutty smut. With some fluff. Pancake hate LOL Smut Warnings: Double penetration. Daddy kink. Masturbation. Shower sex. Words: 2.1k

A/N: We stan bird kings on this blog hard, lol

“Leave me alone Hawks, I’m sleeping,” a groggy pink haired woman argues, face shoved into the pillow. It was past midnight in their apartment. Hawks had just returned home and bothered Yuna with soft touches and grumbles in her ear. A red feather tickles lightly at her nose, forcing her to suffocate herself into the pillow.

“You’re always sleeping,” the number two hero replies, moving to lay dramatically across her, his wings flexing high to the ceiling. “…That’s the difference between us, I suppose. You’re a pancake, and I’m- well, a waffle obviously,”

“excuse me?” Yuna huffs, lifting her head off the pillow to stare incredulously at her lover. His playful smirk gives her butterflies, but she ignores them in favor of wiping it off his face. “I’m not a pancake,”

“Little bird, you are a pancake. That is okay though! You are well loved by a wonderful waffle. You can be flat and boring, while I am filled with pockets of happiness and greatness,” He rests his chin on her hip, wearing a big toothy smile. She promptly shoves a pillow in his face, getting off the bed to charge into the bathroom- slamming the door behind her. The sound of his wings flapping towards the door cause her to glare at him through the wood.

“Oh come on now birdie! I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” Yuna almost believes him till a chuckle is heard through the door.

“Yes you did!” She huffs, taking off her clothes. The sound of cloth rustling reaches his ears.

A blue dildo stuck to the shower wall gives her an idea.

“Babe? Whatcha doing, getting in the bath?” His hand grips the doorknob and jiggles it.

“Go away Keigo! Pancakes only,”

“Well that’s just rude,” He laughs, listening intently. “…I woke you up so we could be together birdie, not so you can take a bath and pretend I’m not here,”

“I’m not taking a bath, you silly waffle,” Hawks listens intently through the door, hearing nothing but water as she turns on the shower.

“A shower, my mistake,” Hawks chuckles. He tries the door again. “…You really not gonna let me in little birdie?”

“Why would a great and wonderful waffle want to shower with such a boring and flat pancake?” Yuna teases back, slipping into the shower and closing the glass door behind her. She pulls the dildo off the wall and re-suctions it, being as loud as possible for his royal birdness.

“What was that sound?” Hawks calls, placing his ear right against the door. His heighten hearing is usually annoying, but right now it plays perfectly into Yuna’s plan. A soft squish follows not soon after, and Hawks eyes squints suspiciously.

“Ah- nothing a waffle would be interested in. Go watch a movie or something Keigo…I’m ah! I’m busy…” Her voice trails off, and she purposely moans dramatically, slowly moving back and forth on the dildo. The stretch is pleasant to warm up on. She makes sure to slap against the shower wall, the sound echoing throughout the bathroom.

“Are you” Hawks starts, frustration in his voice. “Are you seriously locking me out while you get off in the shower??”

He waits for a response, but he only gets a loud dramatic moan in response.

“Yuna!”

She laughs in response, as he abandons her nicknames.

“I’m busy Keigo! You made it clear that- ah… that you don’t like pancakes so…”

“I never said I didn’t like pancakes!” Hawks wings ruffle behind, as he steps back from the door and stares at it. A moment passes and she can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Don’t break that door, Keigo! We just got it repaired,” she yells, giving a particularly hard thrust back and moaning loudly. She can hear his wings flap harshly once, like a child stomping their foot. Yuna tunes him out as she continues, getting into it. Minutes pass when his name accidently slips past her lips. She halts in realization, listening to see if he breaks through the door. When she hears nothing, she continues.

“Hawks!” She moans loudly, on purpose now. The dildo is placed perfectly against the right spot, and she is bouncing in earnest.

She does not notice the soft clinks of two hairpins in the door. Not in till it swings open dramatically, and slams against the wall. The sound startles her.

“Hawks!” She yelps, the shower door tearing open to reveal her, waffle, husband. Still clothed, he steps into the shower. He pushes her back to take the dildo completely.

“Bad little bird,” He grumbles lowly, hand clutched around her throat as his lips crash into hers. He pulls back to look at her, golden eyes analyze the wide smirk on her lips. He thumbs her bottom lip, lets out an irritated sigh when she refuses to take his thumb into her mouth.

“Why are you acting like this?” He grumbles. “I was just teasing,”

“I’m just teasing Keigo,” is her sarcastic response.

Hawks grips her throat again, applying just enough force to make her stand on the very tip of her toes. Yuna clenches the dildo inside her tightly. When he moves to claim her lips again, she turns her lips to the side, as much as she can with the force of his grip.

“Bratty Birdie today, are we?” She watches in fascination as he relaxes his features, a playful smile on his lips again. “…If you wanted to play, my little bird, all you had to do was ask,”

“I’m not asking you to ruin your clothes,” she snaps back. The shower is still running in full force on them.

Hawks laughs loudly in response, pushing her entire body back against the wall. The dildo slips out, leaving her empty and wanting. He presses his wet, clothed body against her. The friction of his soaked shirt rubbing against her breast delightfully. When Yuna opens her mouth to retort, he quickly shoves his thumb inside to feel the smooth wetness of her tongue.

“That’s it,” Hawks groans when she sucks. When he moves to press himself into her core, he gets a reminder of the bright blue dildo between her legs. Looking down at the rubber rod, an idea forms in his mind.

“Keigo-“ Yuna begins mumbling through his thumb. She can read him like a book.

“Shh shhh little birdie,” Hawks whispers, mouth going immediately to nip at her ear. He lets go of her throat to hold her hip in place, his other hand moving down to stroke through her slick folds. Yuna tangles a hand in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder for support. Two fingers skillfully enter her, immediately going to stroke and pump into her sweet spot like a well-practiced instrument.

“KEigo,” Yuna whines, tugging on his hair. His groan makes her clench tightly. He continues his pace, biting on her ear and neck. When her legs begin to shake and she chants his name, he feels her suddenly reaching for his belt frantically.

“Hawks!” She grumbles, impatient. “Get these off now,”

“Such a hurry,” Hawks teases, pulling his fingers from her clenching walls.

She barely manages to free him before he hoists her up in his arms, her legs tight around his hips as he folds her against the wall. The push in is deliciously slow.

But that is how it stays. Slow and deep. He grinds into her when he bottoms out, and she is dangerously close to finishing, but not quite there.

“Harder Hawks, I need-” A rough smack echoes. The sting against her cheek has her gasping. He rubs the spot on her butt immediately, soothing the ache.

“You forgot your manners little bird,” He breathes against her lips, his cock grinding hard into her walls. A whine escapes her, as she holds on to him for dear life. “..why don’t you try again?”

“No,” She whispers. Hawks slams into her and stays, caging her tight against the shower wall. He grips her chin to look at him. For a moment, her stomach clenches at the sharp look in his eyes- almost dangerous. The feeling quickly melts in throbbing butterflies when he smiles. He kisses her passionately, dragging her bottom lip out with his teeth before letting go. The desperate moan he receives in response has him chuckling.

He then exits her and lets her feet on the floor.

Stepping back, he takes off his clothes, tossing them over the shower door with a very loud smack against the floor. Yuna stands there breathless. She moves to help him, to hurry, but he swats her hand away.

“no no little bird. After all that attitude, you do not get to help daddy take off his clothes. You have to wait,” She pouts in return.

When she relaxes back to wait, an old friend pokes her in the butt. Watches Hawks, she waits till he bends down to take off his pants, before she angles and pushing the dildo into her. Yuna bites her lip to keep quiet, but Hawks immediately notices. They lock eyes as he takes off his socks, and she boldly thrusts against it once.

Hawks is immediately on her.

“Okay okay. I get it,” he says low, pulling her off and grabbing the dildo off the wall with a loud pop. A hand clutches around her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “…kneel,”

A chill runs down her spine.

She does as she is told.

“Oh? You gonna listen now? How cute,” Hawks crouches down, still holding the blue dildo in his hand. He runs it across her cheek, pausing on her lips. “Do you want to ask nicely, for what you want now?”

“yes…”

“Yes?...” he trails off, smacking her lightly on the cheek with the dildo. He braces his check on his other hand, a bored yet teasing expression on his face.

“Yes daddy,” Yuna finally says, clenching her thighs together. Her eyes fall to his hard length between his legs, as she bites her cheek.

“Eyes up here, little bird,” Hawks settles down onto the bottom of the tub, running a hand through his wet hair to keep the strands out of his face. “…now c’mere,”

Yuna crawls into his lap, bracing her legs on each side. When she moves to push down onto him, he stops her with a hard smack to her ass.

“Daddy! I-” Her voice cuts off when she feels the tip of something push between her cheeks.

“Relax little bird,” Hawks starts, slowly pushing the tip of the dildo in and out of her tight butt with a couple feathers. Yuna’s nails leave crescent moons on his shoulders and she leans into the rhythm, before both him and the dildo are planted deep inside her. “…God, such a good fucking girl,” Hawks breathes out between clenched teeth. She rocks against him, a needy whine escaping her. Hands tangled in his hair, tugging impatiently.

“Please,” She begs, filled to the brim.

“You got it little bird,” he thrusts slowly, matching her drops so they grind together deep and harshly. Her breasts repeatedly shove themselves against his face, and he grabs one to suck on.

“D-daddy,” Yuna stammers, moans getting louder and uneven. He drags his teeth along her nipple, and she pulls at his hair, feeling the twitch of his cock inside of her in response. When she slams down particularly hard, he feels the edge suddenly rushing towards him.

“God look at you my little songbird,” He begins, leaving bite marks along her chest. “See what happens when you behave? You get filled to the brim with cock?” His thrusts get faster, gripping her hips to help lift and slam back down. “…you like that don’t you?”

“Please daddy, I’m so close,” Yuna is breathless, body shaking. “…need more,”

“More?” Hawks laughs, equally breathless. He gives her a hard smack on her ass, resulting in a harsh tug of his hair.

“My mouth.. is still empty,” she barely gets out, orgasm fast approaching. The sentence seems to trigger something in Hawks. His hand rushes to her throat, pulling her back so he can look at her face. He smashes his lips against her as her walls tighten against him.

“Hawks-” Yuna gasps against his lips, hands scrambling to pull closer to him as her orgasm overtakes her.

“Fuck your perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. So fucking mine,” he rambles back, orgasm flooding his senses as he shoots thick ropes deep inside her. The dildo falls out, and he pushes her to the shower floor. Still thrusting as he holds onto her hips. Yuna grasps at his forearms, her body shaking from the onslaught after already finishing. Another minute passes before he stops, bracing his hands beside her head. They both breathe heavily. Yuna reaches up to move his wet dripping hair out of his face.

The look he gives her is predator. She clenches in response, and a smirk breaks across his face.

“…I guess I like pancakes,” He chuckles, going down onto his elbows. He rubs his nose against hers. Cold water drips from his shoulders onto her face.

“I don’t have words,” Yuna replies pushing him off, and out of her. She reaches past him to turn off the shower, and he grabs her by the waist to pull her back flush against his chest.

“Yeah… my dick does that,”

“Keigo!” Yuna laughs loudly

#bnha hawks #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x oc #my hero academia #nsfw

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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Tokoyami Fumikage | BLACKPINK

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x OFC Warnings: Blood/gore? Mild Language. No smut. Poetry inbound. Cheesey? Probably cheesey lol. Words: 3.4k

A/N: I think I might make this into a miniseries, just really into this aesthetic. This was supposed to be like really sweet and romantic but I unno my brain went here lol. This started as a response to a couple asks for Tokoyami and a sweet fluffy reader- but I am gonna respond to them with a different thing! (Part 2 prolly?)

Bloody bandages lay strewn across the wooden floor. Assortment of ointments and gauze half used. Yuna lay on her stomach, sweat layered across her body. Topless. Unbuttoned jean shorts. Deep breaths seemed to do nothing against the pain in her back. Two angry gashes on each side of her spine, delicate pink feathers forcing their way out of the slashes in a bloody wreck.

While everyone seemed to be overjoyed at the sudden sprout of wings, all she could think about was how she would rather had been quirkless. The pain did not seem to match the advantage. There was only a month before graduation, and a sudden update to her quirk did not appear like a blessing.

It felt like a curse.

“God damn,” her quiet voice echoes into the bedroom. It has been weeks now since her wings slowly emerged from her back. Pale pink but coated in blood near the base. Every day several inches pushed out, and she did not understand where all these feathers had been hiding. Recovery-girl could only do so much. A bottle of pain medication sat neatly on her nightstand, but the consequences to taking them are muted quirk use. She could not afford to be holding back a month before graduation.

A month before she became an official pro-hero.

It all started with an attack. A villain got ahold of a quirk enhancing drug. Instead of applying it on himself, he began using it on everybody he could, in hopes to create disorder and destruction. The effects are to be temporary. In rare instances, however…it could help bring out the hidden power in quirks. The parts buried in the DNA.

She had been one of those unlucky cases.

“Yuna? You missed lunch again today,” A deep voice calls from her door. The monotone of her boyfriend always relaxed her. Glancing at the bright red digits of her clock on the wooden nightstand, she realized she was laying on the floor for several hours now. It was almost dinnertime. Funny how fast time flies when you feel you are dying.

“…Yuna?”

“Sorry Fumi,” her voices wavers. She runs a hand through her pink hair, slick with sweat, and lays her cheek back down on the cold wooden floor. “…I’ll be down for dinner,” Her voice is barely a whisper, but she knows her boyfriend will hear it, regardless. The click of her doorknob catches her attention. Yuna moves to stand, but the pain quickly lands her back on the floor. The light from the doorway spreads to illuminate her painful expression before it closes.

“Oi… what are you doing on the floor??” Shadow calls, quickly hovering above her with a worried tone. Fumi crouches in front of her, moving a stray hair out from her face. It's hard to see what expression he wears.

“I told you to text me if you were in pain, my love,” Fumi lightly chastises. He reaches down to softly scratch across her head, tears well up in her eyes.

“It doesn’t stop hurting…” Yuna whimpers, clenching her fists. “…I wish I could just rip them off and be done with it,”

“But they are so pretty!” Shadow exclaims, moving to touch the soft fresh feathers.

“No Dark Shadow,” His companion whines at him, before moving around to clean up the mess laid around the floor. Fumi moves his attention back to his girlfriend. “…Hawks mentioned you can try having someone pull them out, but it is extremely painful,”

“How does he know?” She breathes through clenched teeth as a wave of pain hits. “…He was born with his right?”

“No, he developed them like this when he was young. Through puberty he would get minor episodes of them growing out like this. He said the commission always just pulled them out,”

“That sounds awful,”

“As awful as slow torture for what could be… months?” Fumi moves his hand down to massage her neck lightly. He eyes the angry base of her wings, red and bruising. “…it’s been two weeks already, my love,”

“Yeah? You gonna pull them out for me, Fumi?” She feels his hands still, and a deep sigh escape him.

“I think it would be better for a healthcare professional-”

“Rescue-girl said its better like this. She said you could risk damaging them if you pull on them,”

“But Hawks-” Fumi begins

“Do we believe Hawks or a Healthcare professional?”

Fumikage sighs heavily as a silence falls between them. He rubs her neck and shoulders, careful of her wings as his mind wanders around her room. He has been in here many, many times since they started dating, but it never gets dull.

The room is a clash of pink and black. Soft and harsh. Her and him. Various plants adorn the walls and sit on her furniture. The green of their leaves matches nicely against the black of the walls. Her blankets are light pink in color, with dark grey sheets.

Hanging above her bed are homemade pink clouds. He remembers when she made them, smiling brightly as she turned them on, and the tiny pink lightbulbs lit the room in a soft romantic glow. The same night they made love for the first time. The same night her soft, breathless laugh etched into his heart forever.

Her desk is lined with pink pens and notebooks, pink stickers and watashi tape. Her bookshelf filled with romantic tragedies and poetic adventures. A table next to it sat two tarantulas, one sheer black and the other a rosy pink. He remembers how excited she was when they spotted each other, both taping on the glass like they were giving each other high fives.

He finally spots the old and used Cthulhu anthology next to her bed, and a warmth spreads in his chest. One of the first presents he ever gave to her their freshman year.

Dark Shadow is busying himself around the room, tidying and putting away her bandages. Yuna listens to him make her bed for her. When he returns and lies on the floor next to her, she gently pats his beak in appreciation.

“You didn’t have to do that Shadow,” she mumbles.

“He does what I tell him,” Fumi comments, watching the exchange warmly.

“I would have done it anyway, don’t listen to him,” Shadow grumbles, leaning into her touch. A painful shock goes across her back and she squeezes Shadows beak in discomfort. A slight whine escapes the companion as he looks to his master for help.

“It’s okay, Shadow,” Yuna whispers. She moves to stand again but collapses. Fumi rubs her head again, as he retrieves his cellphone and dials his mentor.

“What are you doing?” Yuna whispers, a sad, tired tone.

“Calling Hawks. Maybe he can talk me through it. We can take you to Recovery-girl afterwards,”

“But what about-”

“Hello Hello my fellow bird friend!” Hawks states loudly through the phone. Yuna immediately quiets.

“Hello Hawks. I was wondering if you could give me some… instructions,” Fumi moves to sit on the side of his girlfriend, staring intently at her wings. “…I think Yuna and I will pull the rest of her wings out,”

“Dammmn. It’s been like.. two weeks, now right? That sucks!” Hawks laughs loudly through the phone. Fumi can hear the flapping of his wings. “…I’m surprised you haven’t done it already! Real masochist in and out of the bedroom huh?” Yuna and Fumi blush together. When they lock eyes Fumi turns away, embarrassed.

“Back on point, Hawks. She is in a lot of pain here,” Fumi continues on. She watches the way his feathers fluff and fall from embarrassment.

“yeah yeah okay. Listen, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. Its gonna suck. Like super hard, you know? She is prolly gonna pass out. There is gonna be a lot of blood. If you can knock her out beforehand, its gonna be easier. Should prolly have a bunch of ice packs on hand. Bandages too…you know all the good stuff,”

“Obviously,” Fumi replies.

“Don’t get sassy with me Tokoyami! I’m helping!” Hawks laughs. “…You should prolly do it somewhere away from everyone. I know her quirk effects plants and stuff, right? Its prolly gonna go off soooo…. yeah, that’s all I got,” Yuna snorts and rolls her eyes.

“I heard that sweetheart,” Hawks chuckles.

“Thanks for the help Hawks,” Fumi stands, moving to her dressers to pull out extra clothes for her. “.. I’ll let you know how it goes,”

“Please do! And don’t mention that I told you this, because I don’t need Eraserhead coming to kill me ya know?” Yuna laughs in the background. Fumi looks at her, surprised she can still hear the call from where he is standing.

“I understand. Goodbye Hawks,”

“Later!” and the call ends.

“What are you planning, Fumi?” Yuna begins, pushing herself up to one elbow. She watches him gather the blanket off her bed and fold it neatly.

“We are going to have a picnic,” Fumi replies casually.

“A picnic? Fumi it's almost sundown,” she glances at Dark Shadow putting her clothes in a bag. He floats over to her bookshelf to pull a couple novels and place them in the bag.

“The sooner the better. Plus, no one will be around. We can go deep into the forest,” Fumi pauses to think for a moment. “…Dark Shadow, don’t forget to grab the candles from the closet,”

“Yeah yeah!” Shadow calls back. Yuna watches them quietly, continuing to push herself off the floor. She takes it slow, slightly wobbly on her elbows.

When she finally stands, she is shaky, but stable. A hand runs through her damp hair. She feels exhausted. Turning her head to her window, she watches the sun setting in the distance. Warm oranges and pinks are spread along her room. Fumi turns around and is taken aback for a moment. Yuna stands with no shirt on, her pink wings framed against her arms. The sunset splashes against her chest and stomach. As messy as her shoulder length pink hair is, she is breathtaking to him.

“Prettyyyy,” Dark Shadow announces, flying up and around Yuna to land on her head. She laughs and butterflies swarm in his abdomen.

“You’ve seen me naked before Shadow,” Yuna replies, palming the side of the companion’s beak.

“Not since you had wings!”

“Yeah? You like the wings that much?” She playfully returns.

“They are exquisite,” Fumi supplies. He moves to stand in front of her, and palms one of her breasts in his hands. The touch is casual between them. “…with sunlight reveals the beauty of nature and what her plentiful fruits may give,” Yuna smiles in response, a light blush across her cheeks.

“Yeah yeah I have great tits,” She laughs. The action sends a stab of pain through her back and Fumi helps brace her in place. He gives her a moment to breathe through it before continuing, buttoning her shorts for her. The action is intimate and casual at the same time.

“Can you hold the bags for me? I need Dark Shadow to fly,”

“We are flying?” She replies, one eye closed against the pain. “…what about my shirt?”

“If I carry you no one will see my love, I promise,” Fumi is already reaching down to grab her legs.

“But my wings?”

“I can hold you beneath them. Just do not move too much,”

She braces herself in his arms, burying her head in his neck. The fluff of his hair-like feathers tickles the top of her head, and she snuggles deeper into him. The smell of his cologne makes her thighs clench. They have spent little time this close to each other since her wings started coming in.

“Are you all right? You heart rate has increased considerably,” Fumi mentions casually, as Dark Shadow encompasses his back, trying to ease her wing out of the way. She laughs against his neck.

“Quit hearing so much,” A dark blush appearing on her cheeks.

“My apologies, I forgot my cologne often excites you,” She does not have to look at his face. She can hear the smirk. She hides her face in his hoodie, clutching the bags close to her chest. The window slides open to her room, and she braces for takeoff.

“Here we go!” Dark Shadow yells, before Fumi jumps from the window.

Her stomach drops.

She fears heights.

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“Sit here for a moment while I set everything up,” Fumi sets her down gently, taking the bags from her arms.

“I can handle that,” She sasses back. Fumi nuzzles against her cheek before pulling away. “…Its awfully dark already though,”

“We brought candles,” there is a confident tone in his voice.

“This feels more romantic than what we are about to do,” Yuna laughs, a sting blooming across her back.

“It is romantic, isn’t it?” Fumi replies, lighting the candles and placing them around in a circle. Dark Shadow is putting down the blanket, setting up her books and pillows.

“Feels more like…you are about to sacrifice me, honestly,” She hears a small snort come from him.

“I suppose we are, in a way, sacrificing you. You will be a new version of yourself soon,”

“I like the old version just fine,” she mumbles, staring at one of her wings off to the side of her.

“I loved the old version of you,” Fumi states, placing the last candle down and walking over to her. When he crouches, he spots the embarrassed look on her face. He palms her cheek in his hand. “…I will love the new version of you just as much,”

“I don’t know how you are so chill about this. You know I’m probably gonna scream, right? Like in agony? Its gonna be loud,” Yuna mentions, a hint of fear in her tone.

“We don’t have to do it my love,” Fumi replies

“But I want to get it over with,”

“Then I will assist you,”

“Be careful?” she finally states, grabbing onto one of his hands and toying with his fingers. He squeezes her hand in response, bringing it up to his cheek so he can nuzzle against it softly.

“I am always careful with the love of my life,”

They move to lie on the ground, the grass tickling at her stomach. He instructs her to relax her arms down by her sides. While she breathes slowly, she can feel his gentle hands moving around on her back. Brushing her hair out of the way. Gently massaging all the muscles, he can reach, warming them up. Dark Shadow is cleaning away at the base of her wings, a slight sting from the anti-septic going to work. Yuna focuses on the denseness of the woods. The sounds of crickets and the blowing of wind. The sting from his hands bracing her wings pulls her back. She hears Fumi countdown, but quickly blocks out the sound to at least try to focus somewhere else. She holds her breath before he finishes.

Her vision turns red. A fire erupts across her entire body. A million of ants running across her back and hips.

Darkness.

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“…she's…now?”

Whispers float around her, like soft breezes blowing across her face. Her eyelids are heavy, they do not want to open. Barely lifting them, she spots the candle flickering at the edge of the blanket. Wax has melted and formed a base at the bottom. Blinking clears her vision more, but she still needs to force her eyes open the rest of the way.

“Yuna?” A monotone voice calls. She brings her hand up to her face, rubbing at the exhaustion in her eyes.

“…umi?” Yuna mumbles, groggy.

“Yes,” Is his simple response. She listens to him shuffle around, moving to sit in front of her. A glass of water and some crackers are placed in front of her. A hand gently rubs across her cheek and head, removing the hair from her face. “…when you feel up to it, try to eat and drink,”

“How long have I been out?” Bracing her hands against the ground, she is surprised how easy it is to push off. The pain is still present in her back, but the throb has gone down immensely.

“Its almost morning, we should head back soon. I was just about to carry you back to the dorms,”

“ah…I guess the picnic is a failure then, huh?” She eyes the red stain on his fingers, a tinge of guilt settling in her chest. “…Fumi-”

“Its fine, my love,” His voice is strained. “…I’m just glad it stopped bleeding,”

“It was a lot then?”

“Yes. I almost just carried you to the hospital, but Hawks helped me through it,” Fumi rubs his face, a tired expression in his eyes. “…Honestly, once I pulled the wings the rest of the way out, the bleeding stopped all on its own. I cleaned you up and placed antiseptic around the base of your wings. Hawks was on video, he assured me your wings looked great- told me to tell you to come see him when they heal so he can ‘measure you up’,”

“Yeah ’cause they are super big now!” Shadow announces, plopping on her head. Fumi goes to scold him, but Yuna waves him off.

“I appreciate your help…Feel bad about the picnic though. Raincheck?” A yawn forces its way through her.

“We will try again when you are feeling better. Thought, it is not a total waste. I did read to you my favorite poems while you were sleeping,” Fumi laughs at her mopey expression.

“You read to me??? That’s not fair Fumi I was sleeping and couldn’t listen to you!” Her wings move on their own, feathers fluffed up and out. A sting courses through her back, but it is much more manageable now. They both eye them in interest.

Her golden eyes notice a single feather hanging from his neck.

“Is that my feather?”

“Yes,” Fumi replies, unbothered. “…It fell off. I thought it would make a nice souvenir, so I added it to my necklace. Does it bother you?” Yuna fingers the feather gently, its soft bristles rubbing against her finger pads.

“No I… just didn’t think you would wear something like that. Pink doesn’t exactly fit into your aesthetic, yeah?”

“A reminder of someone I hold dear, will always fit into my aesthetic, my love,” Yuna blushes, looking away to eat her crackers. Fumi eyes her curiously. He moves towards her, gripping her chin to look at him.

“I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul,” Fumi whispers. Yuna’s ears light up bright red, as she realizes he was reading through one of her favorite poem books.

“You’re so n-nosy,” She counters, her voice wavering. “…I knew I shouldn’t have highlighted that part,”

“I particularly liked the note in the corner. ‘will sweep him off his feet’,” Yuna covers her face with her hands as he laughs. He nuzzles the side of her head before standing.

Fumi commands Shadow to gather everything up, as Yuna finishes up her crackers. Mild conversations come and go between them. It is not long before she is safe in his arms again, crawling through her bedroom window just as the first peak of the sun spreads. Yuna is asleep, cradled against his chest. He doesn’t have the heart to wake her. Moving towards the bed, he gently lays her on her stomach. Fumi holds back a chuckle as she immediately grabs at her pillows and clutches one close to her chest.

He planned on leaving back to his own room, but exhaustion pressured him against it. Leaving their bags on the floor, he quietly takes off his shoes. Stripping down to his boxers and tank, he carefully crawls into bed next to her. Her body immediately tangles with his own, naturally shifting to a well-known and comfortable position. Dark Shadow pull the blanket up around to their waists before dissipating.

Fumi is asleep when a pink wing instinctually covers his body and hangs off the bed.

#tokoyami x reader #fumikage tokoyami #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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I made a mistake

Thinking about how Dark Shadow comes out of basically any part of tokoyami body?? We have evidence of back/stomach?... but what if-

18++ ALERT

Dark Shadow... and size kink. ??!?

Too weird??

#tokoyami x reader #fumikage tokoyami #mha tokoyami #size kink #nsfw #talks

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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*SLAMS FIST ON TABLE*

Where is my Tokoyami love??? Ugh lol. I think my angtsy feelings for V from DMC 5 is leaking onto Tokoyami and I crave my poetry goth bae 😤🥺

#request to myself #lol #you want something you gotta do it yourself #😤#fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #mha tokoyami

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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Can you do some hawks/dabi stuff?

I'm sure you meant like headcanons or fluff or something buuuut this is the first thing that popped in my head lol.

I'm sorry. I'll write something fun&fluffy soon

Warnings: none? Angst? Dabi is like...actually villian.

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"Hawks?" Yuna called down the dark hallway of their apartment. It was past midnight when she heard the door slam. She turned off all the lights before heading to the bedroom, so she waited for him to flick on the kitchen like he always does.

The lights never came on.

"Hawks!" Yuna yelled again, backing back into their bedroom doorway. The tv was on behind her, but the lights were out. She was on her way to dreaming when the sound startled her awake. Hawks said he'd be late tonight, usually that meant more in the two to three a.m range. "...Keigo?"

A blue flame erupted in midair at the end of the dark hall. It moved and illuminated a face. She recognized the the staples first.

"Hmmm. Didnt know Hawks had a little birdie," Dabi's low voice sent chills down her neck. "...does he let you out to play?"

Immediately Yuna slams the door shut. The laughing on the other side didnt distract her. Immediately latching the several locks on their bedroom door, Hawks voice flowed into her mind. Step by step.

Lock the door, brace the door, contact help.

When she begins dragging their dresser towards the door, she hears the first step on their wooden floors. Her heart is hammering against her ribcage.

Stay calm, his voice whispers in her mind.

Her mother said to be careful dating heros.

"Left you all alone did he?" Dabi's voice mocks her. "...must not care for you that much then,"

Her eyes land on the cellphone on the bed. She rushes to grab it, yanking the charger out of the wall her nightstand. The doorknob starts to jostle, and she heads in to the bathroom.

"A locked door? How cute," his baritone breaks into her mind. Her hands begin to shake.

Stay focused.

When the pounding starts, she grabs at the tile on the floor. Underneath is a button, and when she presses it a crawl space opens up in the wall. It's small. Its terrifying. Gathering her courage, she replaces the tile and climbs in. Plugging in her charger, she squishes herself against the wall inside. After a moment the door to the crawl space begins to lower again, just as a loud crash sounds off in the bedroom. Quickly she types on her phone, texting her long time boyfriend with fear choking her.

Yuna +186539378262

-Dabi is in the apartment. I'm in the cage. I texted the numbers you gave me.

-I love you always

A blast sounds off in the apartment, followed by more crashing and tearing. He must be looking for her. Clutching the phone to her chest, she rests head against her knees. The bright flash on her screen gives her hope.

MyFavBirdman +186538303837

-Stay quiet. I'm coming.

-If he finds you, dont fight. Just do what he. says, answer all his questions. Stall him.

-Tell me you love me when I save you princess

When the smell of smoke enters her nose, tears swell in her eyes. She reads his texts over and over, though the blurred droplets splattered on her phone.

"...if you come out, I'll save you. Burned wings are no fun little birdie," Dabi's voice calls out to her. She can hear him standing in the bathroom. Opening the closet. Pushing back the shower curtains. Hes so close she can hear him sigh.

"Wonder if Keigo likes fried chicken,"

"I do actually," is Hawks reply. Yuna's head shoots up, a swell of happiness in her chest. "...but if its cost my apartment in the process, I'm not sure it's worth the price,"

"Came to save your little birdie? How Heroic," Dabi drawls, running a finger against the wall of their bathroom. The scrapping of his nail rings in Yuna's ears. "...didnt know you were so nostalgic Keigo,"

"Hawks is my name actually. The wings you know? Heightened eyesight. Heightened hearing. Violent predator. That kinda thing," He flexes at full length, feathers pointed and poised at the villan.

"Oh?" Dabi is casual when he starts the fire on the wall. It quickly catches on the wallpaper, spreading rapidly. "...you like to play with your food then? Kinda cruel. Keeping your next meal so close and comfortable. Completely unaware," Dabi watches the heros face closely for the giveaway. The flinch.

But Hawks is a pro-hero for a reason.

A single feather launches at Dabi's head. The fiery villain tilts his head out of the way, the feather finding home in the wallpaper behind him. Seemingly harmless at first, but a gust of wind followed behind the feather- effectively hushing out the flames. Dabi grins in response.

"You looked almost serious there,"

"Eh what can I say? You're burning up my apartment right now, friend. I'm rather found of this nest," Hawks watches Dabi's hand move to set the flames again, but this time rushes in to stop him. Neither of them are very good at close combat, and the action only further entertains Dabi.

"In the wall then?" Dabi yells, delighted. A crazed look enters his eyes, and Hawks feels dread go down his spine. "...an eye for an eye!"

The flames erupt around him. Yuna can feel the heat through the wall. She can only listen. The door only opens from the outside.

"I'd rather not, actually," is Hawks reply. Dodging several of Dabi's flames. The cramped room leads him to an extreme disadvantage. The hero tries to lead him out instead.

"Nooope!" Dabi yells, a wide grin on his face. He immediately lays down flames in front of the door, blocking Hawks from getting back in. The room erupts in flames, the smoke causes Yuna to begin coughing. "...sounds like someone cant take the heat," The villain laughs.

Feathers burst through the flames in waves, aiming for Dabi's face. While he dodges, Hawks maneuvers feathers to lift the tile and push the button. Dabi hears the door open, and makes a move to capture the girl. However, a horde of feathers immediately swarms him. Yuna runs through the flames as fast as she can, but they still burn her forearms.

"Hawks! I-"

"Yes, I'm amazing. Please run, the cops should be here by now- and princess?" Yuna turns her head back towards Hawk, already running towards the exit as he commanded. Her eyes widen at how dwindled down his wings are. Ash smeared all over his face. "...I love you, always,"

Yunas eyes fill with tears. She tries to respond, but Dabi has blasted through the bathroom wall, Hawks dodging and moving towards their now broken and burned bedroom window. She quickly turns and runs towards the front door, and it slams open as she approaches.

"Where is he?" A hero asks, his half white and half red hair barely registering in her mind.

"The bedroom, Hawks is almost out of feathers! Please help!" She begs, without thinking.

"Of course. There is a medic team downstairs," the hero rushes past her, ice immediately swallowing the patches of flames as he passes them. His voice is cold and distant.

When she reaches the bottom she is out of breath. Her steps slow as she approaches the medics. Black encompasses her vision.

👀👀

#mine #angst #mha #my hero academia #fanfictions #bnha hawks #dabi my hero academia #dabi #mha touya #keigo takami x reader #asks

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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hewwo. can we get some fluffy SFW headcanons?

Heck yeah you can! I just picked some of my favs. Lemme know if you want more/different characters! Thank you!!

-> Bakugo loves to cuddle. PDA isnt something hes really into, but he'll make an effort to hold your hand and kiss you every once in a while in front of others. Behind closed doors though? Cuddle bug. Never stops touching you. Will be big spoon OR little spoon. As long as your touching him. Gets cranky when you roll away or dont have at least your foot touching his.

-> "...what the fuck are you doing? Get back over here," he grumbles, pulling you back to his chest. He likes to rest face in the crook of your neck.

-> Does really generic/basic romantic stuff when he thinks your mad at him. Will buy you a ton of red roses, cards, chocolates... the whole shebang. Makes reservations at fancy restaurants, picks out an outfit for you... trying to do everything "all those dumb chicks in movies," seem to love. You'll find sticky notes on the bathroom mirror in the morning.

->"..hey, I was an asshole. I'm sorry. Text me later," the word sorry has spots where it tore through the paper. You know it's hard for him to say. You keep the sticky note in a box with the others.

-> Loves to bake. Will not tell you willingly. When you find out he acts like ita the most normal thing in the universe, and your dumb for NOT knowing how to bake like him. You'll often find random goodies throughout the week, some snuck into your lunches. He never asks you if you like them... but he pays attention to how fast they disappear. He bakes your cake every year for your birthday. Its extravagant. He tells everyone he ordered it from a shop, including you, but you know better.

-> Tokoyami is simultaneously a closed off person and a bluntly open person. He doesnt offer information about himself ever, but if you ask he will tell you. Doesnt matter what it is. Even if it's a little embarrassing, he likes to be honest and open to discussion.

-> Being affectionate is a completely different story. Tokoyami finds it hard to cuddle. To kiss. To hold hands. Relax on you while watching a movie. It feels vulnerable to him. Dark Shadow makes him have to be on alert constantly. He is nervous when you start to try and pull affection out of him more often.

-> Its not that he doesnt love you. He does. More than anything. Probably more than any ex or future partner you will ever have. Tokoyami is a fiercely loyal individual.

-> "Is this okay?" He asks constantly.

-> After years of dating, he begins to relax around you. Subtle things at first. Sitting closer when eating. Pushing hair behind your ear so he can see your face. Offering to give you head scratches when you say you have a headache.

-> You're engaged before dark shadow gets to touch you affectionately. Giving you back scratches while Tokoyami plays with your hair, after a rough day at work.

-> "You are the light that warms my face. Eases my fears and my anxiety, erased. Won't you come brighten the shadows of my eternity?" Is how he proposes. You wedding theme is starlight.

-> Shinsou Hitoshi is a very closed off individual. It takes a lot to really get to know him more than a casual friend. Sometimes it feels like he actively tries to keep everyone at a distance.

-> But once the walls are broken, he is crazy about you. He texts you good morning and goodnight. Wonders how you day is. Randomly texts "I love you".

-> Buys you random things, randomly, just because he was getting something or he just thought you would love it. Sometimes going to the extreme, forgoing something expensive he wanted (like a video game) and getting you something nice instead.

-> Doesnt mind cuddling. Can live happily with it, can live happily without it.

-> Shinsou is a very emotional connection type guy. Has to feel like he trusts you. Can bare his soul and weaknesses too. Confident in the fact you will support him and grow with him.

-> Lazy with household chore things. Absolutely hates laundry. If he comes home and you did it for him, he makes sure to really show you how much he appreciates it.

-> Loves cats. So much. Has 3. All of them are the most affectionate cats you've ever seen. So cuddly. Demand attention. You often find him napping on the couch with all of them piled on him in some way.

-> Hawks is extremely closed off from romantic relationships, but unlike Shinsou, he doesnt make it obvious or well known. Every girl that sleeps with him thinks they are gonna end up his girlfriend... but the truth is he hasnt ever held down anything remotely considered a serious relationship. By definition, a fuckboi probably.

-> When he does catch feelings, its overwhelming.

-> He planned to live his whole life laid back... but now hes wondering if you're safe, eating well and happy. What's the crime rate in your neighborhood? How is your relationship with your parents? Did you have an ex that broke your heart?

-> Mr. Overthinking / worrywart

-> Hawks doesnt make it obvious. He checks on you often, in secret. Fakes random run-ins to catch up with you. Hes very charming, but awkward. Hes never had to try so hard. Every time you laugh at his jokes his heart skips and his mind blanks.

-> He hopes one day he can make a world where heros can have significant others and not have to worry about them...but right now is not that day.

-> Years pass and he still checks on you. Asks you how your life is. He always remembers when it's your birthday. Where you said you were working. Your goals you are trying to achieve. You're still single, much to his surprise. You tell him your waiting for a good one. The smile you give him is breath taking.

->His heart aches. He tries harder to make the world a better place.

#mine #my hero imagines #my hero headcanons #hcs #mha hcs #katsuki bakugo headcanons #fumikage tokoyami #shinsou hitoshi imagines #hawks imagines #hawks headcanons #angst #fluff #relationships #SFW

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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Deku please Deku please!! Hardly anyone writes Deku i don't know why... just cause he is cute don't mean he aint gettin none!! wtf?? LOL thank

Here is something short for ya. I'll write something most substantial soon! Thanks for the ask!! <3

Deku × OFC | Jealousy

#daddykink #smut #squirting #multipleorgasms #DomDeku

"Deku... please," Yuna whines, her legs quivering against his shoulders.

"I want another one Princess, you got me so worked up earlier...take your punishment like a good girl, okay?" Deku hums, licking all the way up to her clit before sucking harshly against her. Her legs jolt against his shoulder, finger tangled and tugging harshly at his hair. Whines continue to leave her throat as he pushes her towards her third orgasm of the night.

No one ever pictures Deku as someone who is dominate in the bedroom. Their fellow U.A alums always poke fun at her, asking if he cries when she tops him.

The reality is Deku is a monster in the bedroom.

He never seems satisfied with the never of times she finishes. Always pushing her for another one, louder, stronger, more passionate than the last. Yuna isnt complaining that her husband will eat her out for hours if she let him... but she wants to please him too.

"Please Deku! I dont want anymore. I wanna cum on your cock please," She cries. Yuna knows he has a weak spot for when she is vulgar and unrestrained. It almost edges him on. Like giving him permission to let loose instead of holding back.

"You dont deserve my cock Princess," Deku hum confidently, plunging two fingers and curling them inside her wet cavern. "...you went too far today, and now I'm getting even,"

"I didnt mean too daddy, please!" She whimpers, throwing her head back as a harsh orgasm rips through her, screaming his name like a chant to a god. Deku cleans up with his tongue, going painstakingly slow up and down her lips. He waits a moment before sucking harshly on her clit, humming to vibrate it. Her hips come off the bed, clawing at his shoulders. He let's up with a loud pop, resting his cheek against her thigh as he using a finger to tease her clit.

"You knew exactly what you were doing princess...flirting with Kaachan like that. Laughing so beautifully, smacking his arm. You looked like you wanted him. Cheeks flushed. Have to remind you that you belong to me. Or do you?" Deku teases, plunging fingers back in and thrusting wildly. Yuna grabs at his hair, begging to god for relief.

"IM YOURS IM YOURS, PLEASE DADDY" She calls out, tears in her eyes. The next orgasm barrels through her fast, squirting all over the sheets as Deku continuously rubs harshly at her clit.

When she catches her breath and looks down at him, she spots a wide happy grin on his face. His eyes shine so bright. He kisses the inside of each thigh.

"You really are all mine... Let's go again!"

#mine #deku #smut #asks #my hero academia #daddykink #squirting #midoriya izuku #my hero imagines

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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Can you do some Aizawa thirst? more chubby oc/reader would be loved too plz. Thanks !!

OF course! Thanks so much, for the ask! How could I resist a good Aizawa request? <3 This is longer than I planned to write...woops lol.

Cleanliness : Eraserhead x OC

Aizawa Shota x ChubbyOFC / Reader #daddykink #praise #DomAizawa #chubbypositive #alittleangsty #Non-heroWife #Domcare #Subspace #petplay #HusbandAizawa

I started this as something sweet, short and sexy...but it got filthy and long pretty fast LOL

“Hello?” A tired voice calls into the apartment. Eraserhead had finally gotten home, heavy bags lining the bottom rim of his eyes. Work had been difficult. It always is. On the bright side, he could come home early to his wonderful wife today...that is not a normal treat he can give.

“Kitten?” His voice called out again, removing his jacket and capture weapon to hang on the hook in the living room. The common area seemed quiet, but that wasn't the disturbing part. How clean it was, is what bothered him.

“Mow!” A tabby cat stretched on top of the freshly vacuumed sofa, pawing a single front leg at his owner.

“Wrong kitten,” Aizawa mumbles quietly, petting his cat from head to tail.

Abandoning the adorable fluff ball, he leisurely walks towards the bedroom. Along the way, he checks her office and finds it in an equally clean state. His black eyes hover over the ripped art canvas in the corner, before closing the door and continuing to his bedroom. Along the way he notices they dusted even the tops of the paintings hanging in the hallway. The pleasant feeling of mopped wooden floors under his feet.

She was most definitely in a mood today.

Opening their bedroom door, his feet met plush carpet, and he eyes the well-made bed. Black pillows fluffy and wrinkle-free, plush grey comforter neatly tucked into the sides of the bed. A single all-white cat lifts its head to meet their master. Aizawa paces to pet the cat before it demands his presence, and notes the dusted dressers, wiped mirror and spotless tv hanging on the wall. Even the plants by the window are seemingly spotless, and the teacher sighs heavily at the implications.

His precious wife is bored, lonely, or upset. Possibly all three.

Walking over to the bathroom door, he can hear the soft mumbles from his wife. Soft music is playing. Occasionally splashes. He quickly turns the knob, unlocked, and steps inside.

“Shouta!” A voice calls, splashes loudly echoing as she pulls her legs to her chest. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” is his monotone response. “...with my wife Yuna. Or I thought we did... I don’t remember the place being so spotless,” Yuna laughs in response, wrapping her chubby arms around her knees.

“Yeah! I just started cleaning the kitchen and just ended up...doing the entire apartment. You're home early, though! Peaceful day for the hero stuff?” Aizawa watches the way she tenses as he draws near, hunching down to balance on his ankles as he sticks a hand into the bathwater. It's lukewarm.

“mhm. Your water is almost cold. How long you been in the bath?”

“I dunno. I’m done, lemme get dressed and we can start dinner,” Yuna mumbles. She watches intently as her husband's hand gently runs up her skin and knee, stopping at the large bruise present on her thigh.

“What did you do to your leg?” Aizawa grumbles, eyes the way the yellow and blue swirl together into purple.

“It was just an accident at the store, no biggie,” Yuna swats away her husband's hand, laughing it off. “...Why don’t you go start us some water boiling? I’ll be ready in a jiffy!”

“Because I’m in the middle of a conversation. What did you do at the store? Trip and fall?”

“I ran into a cart by accident! It's not a big deal, Shouta, honestly,”

“Why did you run into a cart?”

“Because I was clumsy!”

“You’ve never been clumsy a day in your life,” Aizawa dead-pans. His wife refuses to meet his eyes, Standing back up, he offers a hand to his wife.

“I can get ready just fine Shouta...” Aizawa stands still, continuing to stare down at his wife. When she relents and grabs his hand, he hoists her up out of the bath and on to the bath rug with him. Grabbing the towel off the wall, he dries Yuna.

“Shouta this isn’t necessary, really,” Yuna mumbles embarrassed, making swipes to grab the towel. Aizawa takes special care, lifting her breasts and drying under each one before continuing on. He does the same with her cheeks, before dipping between her legs. “...Shouta-”

“Be quiet Kitten,” comes his monotone response. Yuna watches his face as he works, focused, and thoughtful. Any arguments she planned, die out, and she submits quietly. Comfortably.

When he moves to dry her hair, she welcomes the pressure he applies, massaging right by her ears and the base of her skull. The plush of the towel wraps around her body afterward, and she hears Aizawa pick up her brush and comb. The hero begins gently brushing through, switching to the comb when he hits a tangle. A quiet melody plays around them. A soft kiss is pressed against her neck, and she hums quietly. When she hears the brush clink against the ceramic sink, she knows he is done.

“Kitten?” Aizawa’s voice in her ears. She turns to meet him with glazed eyes and he uses a finger to tilt her chin upwards to him. He places a soft kiss on her lips, another on her forehead. “...Let’s go get you dressed,”

Yuna nods in response, following him out into their bedroom. She takes a seat at the edge of the bed as he paces over to their dresser. A white ball of fur crawls into her lap and meows loudly. She giggles, affectionately petting her feline friend. When Aizawa returns he picks up the cat and places them back on the bed, Unwrapping the towel until it pools around her waist.

“Hands up Kitten,” Aizawa whispers, enjoying the way she does so without resistance. He places one of his oversized black shirts on her. She looks back up at him with a look of pure adoration and he can’t help himself from giving another soft kiss to her lips. “...Let’s go make some food,”

The way she tenses her lips doesn't go unnoticed.

Yuna follows him quietly through the hall, stopping to pet their cat on top of the sofa still, before entering the kitchen behind him. While her husband gathers ingredients from the fridge, she grabs a pot from the lower cabinet to fill with water and place it on the stove. When she turns around, there is a glass of strawberry milk in front of her face… in her favorite Sailor Moon glass. Her lips scrunch together, and when she opens her mouth to say something she is quickly cut off.

“Drink it,” Aizawa leaves no room for argument. She nods and sips on her milk. With every sip, she rocks on the balls of her feet more and more- in till a brighter expression rests on her face. The milk almost gone, she helps prep the vegetables with Aizawa. A soft hum echoes in the kitchen.

It isn’t long before all the veggies and meat and sauteing in a pan, noodles not far behind in the pot on the stove. Aizawa sits on a barstool off to the side, absently mildly on his phone as Yuna tosses the food together. When she places a plate in front of him, he looks up to see a bright smile on her face. They eat in silence, comfortable and necessary. Aizawa watches closely the way she cleans up, rinsing dishes off, and beginning to clean them to put in the drying rack. The hero gets up to help by drying, ready to approach the conversation again.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened to your leg now?” Yuna keeps humming for a moment, handing him the cutting board to dry off.

“It's not a big deal, someone just ran into me at the grocery store,” Yuna sighs.

“By accident?” He pushes

“Maybe? I don’t know…”

“Did they apologize at least?” The way she pulls her lip into her mouth harshly makes him think otherwise.

“Yeah… technically,” Yuna mutters, handing him a plate. “...She said it's hard not to run into my thighs when they are so out and about. Maybe I should try taking up less space,” Aizawa hums in response, narrowing his eyes at the plate he is drying.

“Was she with anyone?”

“Yeah her boyfriend or husband...I don’t know,” Yuna hands him a cup.

“Prolly just mad her husband was thinking about being between your thighs,” He says casually, reaching out to catch the cup she was washing before it broke against the sink. Her face is bright red and it pleases him immensely.

“Shouta! No he wasn’t! That’s ridiculous,” She mutters.

“Were you wearing those jean shorts I got you again?” Her ears turn red, and he smirks when she refuses to meet his eye.

“That doesn’t matter Shouta,” Yuna turns off the sink and dries her hands on the towel hanging in the oven door. The hero’s eyes are immediately drawn to the way his shirt rides up on her, peaking the very bottom of her cheeks underneath. “...accident or not, it’s just a bruise. It’s fine,”

“Mmm,” Aizawa replies, putting away the cups. “...fine enough to clean the whole place spotless and sulk in the tub,”

“I wasn’t sulking!” Yuna huffed, looking down at her hands as they played with the bottom of her shirt. “...I just...she’s right. I need to lose weight Sho...I’ve gained a lot of weight since we met,”

“Why does that matter? Are you feeling okay? Healthy? Happy?” is his sharp reply. He leans against the counter and watches her hands.

“Yeah, but-”

“Why does it matter?” She huffs in response to him. He eyes the way she pulls at his shirt, a peek of the valley between her legs shows and he feels his patience thinning. “...But what?”

“...what if I’m getting too fat and you just don’t wanna hurt my feelings?” Yuna is biting her lip, staring at her hands with teary eyes.

“Look at me Kitten,” When her eyes meet Aizawa’s she can see the anger in them, but it doesn’t lead into his voice. “...Go to the bedroom,” Her eyes widen, a rush flooding downwards into her legs.

“But-”

“Are you back talking to me? I work all day, excited to come home to my sweet Kitten. Are you going to be a bratty Kitten now?” He narrows his eyes when she opens her mouth. Deciding against it, Yuna quickly walks to the bedroom and kneels against the plush carpet, facing the side of the bed.

Aizawa takes his time getting back to the bedroom. Doube checking all the locks, filling up the cat bowls, and refreshing their water. He turns off all the lights. Slowly walking through the hall and closing any doors that were left open that day. When he finally reaches the bedroom, he opens the door and spots his Kitten kneeling in front of his side of the bed. Her eyes move to look at him from just over the top of the comforter.

“Eyes to the floor Kitten, you know better,” his deep voice echoes in her ears, and he catches the slight huff from her.

Walking to the dresser, he opens the top drawer. Inside is neatly folded all of their socks and unmentionables, but also a small plastic box placed near the front. Taking off the lid, he grabs at the black collar, the small bell at the front chiming quietly. Aizawa takes his time walking back over to his wife, barely brushing a hand against her skin when he moves her hair to the side. The dainty collar is stretched out in front of her. He moves the collar up and down on purpose so the chimes echo. Her toes behind her wiggle in anticipation. Finally clasping it around her neck, he pulls her hair out from under it and lets it fall against her shoulders. Fingers briefing skim her arms before moving away.

“Arms up Kitten,” He demands, reaching down to pull his t-shirt off of her. She shivers, he notices. He throws the shirt on the floor without regard.

Yuna sighs when she feels his fingers comb through her hair, slowly gathering all of it and putting it in a high ponytail. Pulling the drawer out next to them from the side table, he takes out a black headband with lacy black cat ears on it. The band smooths back her bands and stray hairs, placing perfect on the top of her head. From the same drawer, he pulls out a small egg with a controller, an anal plug with a long black tail attached, and a bottle of lube.

“Ass up on the bed, Kitten,” Aizawa demands. He watches her scramble quickly, a slight smile on his lips. Pulling a cheek to the side, he slowly slides a finger between her lips, past her taint, and tapping once against her puckered hole. She was already wet and dripping. As expected, his wife has always let her imagination run wild before he even touches her. Placing a generous amount of lube against her ass and on the plug, he slowly pushes the plug against her hole and backs off- repeatedly, until the plug goes in with limited resistances. The hero enjoys watches her hands clutch at the sheets, shaking moans leaving her in long notes. A quick slap to her cheek echoes in the room.

“Be quiet. I don’t want to hear anything from you,” Aizawa states, rubbing the red mark in slow circles he left behind. Yuna immediately quiets but pushes her ass against his hand.

Grabbing the egg, he slowly pushes it past her folds, rubbing it against her clit before pushing it in and depositing it right against her g-spot. He catches the slight whimper she gives and rewards her with a harsh smack to the other cheek. “I told you to be quiet. Now stand at the front of the bed,” When Yuna looks back at him, slightly confused, he raises an eyebrow in response. She hurries off the bed and does as she is told. Arms behind her back, with a hand on each elbow, she watches him shred his clothes. When he is full nude, the sounds trying to escape her are hard to contain. He is standing at full attention.

Grabbing the remote, Aizawa crawls onto the bed and sits up against the headboard, his legs folded in front of him. He watches her intensely. While he would normally order her to stand still, tonight he would not be doing so. Instead, he lets her lean from leg to leg, rocking back and forth on her heels, and even slowly sway from side to side. Tonight was about her watching him. Click the first button on the controller. The effects were immediate. His wife jumped from the sensation. He groaned loudly, on purpose, at the way her thighs, belly, and breast jiggled. Palming his erection, he pumped slowly at a relaxed pace.

Yuna bit her lip in frustration, watching her husband please himself.

“Turn around,” Aizawa’s voice cut through her thoughts. “...and jump,” She did as she was told, listening with fast heartbeats at his loud moans. “...jump again, bend over and pull your cheeks apart,” Yuna can hear the sounds of his pumping. A soft click is heard and the vibrating of her egg jumps considerably.

“I can see you quivering from here. Such a good Kitten,” Aizawa moans. “...turn back around. I want you to play with one nipple softly, and pinch the other one hard,”

“Dadd-” Yuna begins. She pauses when he immediately stops pumping himself.

“Do you want me to stop what we are doing and go to bed?”

“No!” Yuna practically cries.

“Then be quiet. This is your last warning. Now do what you were told,”

Yuna beings rubbing her nipples, swaying side to side on her legs to try to relieve the ache growing too strong in her abdomen. She listens to her husband get more unrestrained, groaning out praises.

“Look how beautiful you are. Teasing yourself for me. Getting me all worked up. You know I love my Kitten’s body. From the top of her ears, to that pretty pink pussy, to the bottom of her toes...you’re all mine Kitten,” Yuna watches him pause and fist his cock harshly, a whimper dying on her tongue. Aizawa turns the egg to the last setting, and Yuna falls apart. Her hands fly out to steady herself on the edge of the bed. Blankets fisted in her hands. She bites her lip to keep from moaning, but faint sounds are still echoing in her throat.

“Look at my sweet Kitten, trembling with me….such a good girl. Being quiet. Look at me,” Yuna matches Aizawa’s half-lidded eyes, excitement clenching her abdomen harshly. “...What does my cock do when I want my Kitten?” Yuna whimpers loudly, looking down at his fist choking his cock.

“I-its get hard and big… and fat. Daddy gets so so fats sometimes…” Yuna mutters, the egg quickly pushing her towards an orgasm.

“Do I look like I want my Kitten right now?” Aizawa’s voice is low and husky.

“Yes! Yes yes yes” She chants. When the edge of her orgasm surfaces, the egg dies. Keeping her from falling. “...no,” Yuna whispers quietly.

“Come here and climb in my lap Kitten,”

Yuna stumbles, her legs jelly, but she crawls towards her husband and straddles his lap. A shiver runs down her spine a finger slides into her, pulling the string to dislodge the egg. He gently tosses the egg to the floor, positioning her over him. He teases her then, slowly pushing his head in only to pull it out again. Yuna comes apart, begging and pleading above him.

“I love the way your entire body jiggles. It moves and ripples from the smallest thrust of my hips. My kitten is so perfect… You still think I don’t love your body?”

“No daddy!” Yuna practically yells, pushing down on to him. He holds her hips steady in place.

“Are you sure? If you think I don’t want to fuck your brains out just because of some weight, I’ll be happy to clean up and head to bed…”

“Nono! Please i’m sorry Shouta, please fuck me,” A loud smack echoes through the room, forcing her to shove her breasts against his face. Aizawa captures a nipple in his mouth, scraping his teeth against it. He lets go of it with a loud plop.

“Excuse me? Would you like to try that again?”

“Please Daddy! I’m sorry I doubted you… Please fuck me, I’ll be good...” Yuna whimpers into his ear. He knew when she grabbed a handful of his hair it did him in.

A harsh grip on her hips, he slammed himself into her. She pulled at his hair and he lost control, repeatedly slamming himself up into her. Her cries of pleasure were louder than they had been for a while...he enjoyed every second. A hand quickly found itself around her throat, and he angled her down to look at him. Every thrust he squeezed hard and eased off in till she was chanting and her eyes rolled back.

“Your completely fucking mine. No matter how much weight you gain. You understand me?” Yuna nods her head, grinding back against each thrust.

“I’m yours i’m yours please dont stop,”

“Then cum,” Her eyes widened, locking with his. They were nose to nose. The intensity rushed like electricity through her veins. “...If you don’t, you won’t get too for a week,” He never let her cum this early.

A flash of a moment passed, and she gripped at his hair harshly, tugging it to the side as she came hard on his cock. Aizawa never stopped, even as she twitched. When she started chanting ‘please’ into his ear, he came deep inside her. Yuna felt the warmth shoot, his cock tense, and release. When he finally stopped thrusting, she rested her head against his shoulder, puffing. Time moved on. His slender fingers began running down the length of her spine, before both hands clasped together and settle on the top of her butt.

A quiet spread between them, as she felt him slowly go flaccid inside her. When she began to feel her eyes close, she figured it was time to clean up.

“Sho?” Yuna whispered, finally lifting her head up.

She was met with a sleeping face

#mine #smut #requests #aizawa shouta #mha #my hero academia #eraserhead x oc #eraserhead x reader #imagines #aizawa smut #angst

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Praise | Shinsou Hitoshi x OC

Shinsou Hitoshi 49. “I want to watch you fall apart” 4. “You’re lucky you’re cute…”

!HusbandHitoshi x OFC #chubbyreader #sensual&sweet #praisekink #angsty #Masterkink

Yuna never considered herself especially lucky.

Maybe an extra boost here and there throughout her life.

Yet when she laid there on the cement, out of breath, aching, and broken…she laughed at the luck she had. The stars were out in maximum force to witness her brief encounter with death, and they sparkled brighter than she remembered ever seeing them. The neighboring area was a catastrophe. Buildings half crumpled with rubble strewn here and there. Mini fires burning from the disturbed electrical cables. Craters from hero fights and villain tricks. Yuna was a lucky one. Alive.

She felt like she shouldn’t be.

“Yuna!” Deku yells a few feet away, breaking the moment. She raises herself up gradually, the throbbing in her limbs and torso overwhelming. Yuna holds one of her arms as she struggles to get up, shooting pain running through her elbow and one of her knees.

“Deku!” His green eyes find hers and she watches him hesitate for a moment. She knows she looks a wreck. She feels a wreck. Only thing she is hoping for is that her hero uniform isn’t too thrashed and revealing.

“Oh Yuna…” Deku mutters in front of her, appearing within a blink of an eye. “…Look at you. Shinsou is gonna freak…”

“All part of saving the world!” Yuna tries to laugh, but her lungs felt constricted and she coughs violently. Deku tries to help her move, but she slaps his hands away.

“Let me help Yuna,”

“Deku you aren’t much better than me…and there are still people in the debris we have to look out for,”

“Thirteen is going through the rubble with their sidekicks. We need to get you to the medic, can you walk?” he asks with a worried expression. She watches him scan the horizon behind her, and a chill runs down her spine.

“Is…is he dead?” Yuna whispers, tears trying to fight their way out.

“I doubt it,” Deku laughs awkwardly. “…He looks just passed out. You did a good job. The police will handle him the rest of the way…” He scoops her up in her arms then, accidently thrashing her knee. A sound of pain escapes her.

“Deku! I can make it fine, really!” She tries to struggle out of his grip, embarrassment flooding her already red face. Yuna knew she weighed a lot.

“I’d rather not risk it Yuna. You’re bleeding a lot,” He states in a worried tone, confidently moving through the rubble to the nearest medic station.

“Blood?” She can hear her own voice echo around her. Looking down at her hands, she is suddenly aware of the blood pouring out of her thigh. Her vision blurs, and she reaches up to Deku’s face. The freckles spread about on his cheeks remind her of the stars. “…Tell Toshi I…love…”

The darkness was so warm.

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“I’m not sure what you expect me to do,” Hitoshi’s monotone voice echoed inside her head. Yuna awoke slowly, the bright light from her hospital windowsill nearly blinding. Infront of her stood two men, her husband and his sensei.

“Wake her up,” Aizawa states casually. His hands are stuffed in the pockets on his pants, hair strewn about on his shoulders. The sensei is in casual clothing, deep sleepless eyes per usual.

“He did,” Yuna whispers casually. Her throat feels dry and catches when she tries to speak again. Both men snap their head to her, and a relieved look appears on Aizawa’s face. The surprise on Hitoshi’s face is quickly settled into his normal blank look, but she see’s the subtle smile on his lips.

“Welcome back Mrs. Shinsou,” Aizawa’s deep monotone states.

“I thought you were gonna sleep forever…” Hitoshi mumbles, walking over to the side of the bed and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Is that an option? I still feel very sleepy…” Yuna yawns, attempting to sit up but only to be pushed back down by her husband.

“Let the doctors check you first, and then you can go back to sleep,” Hitoshi offers back. Grabbing a chair and pulling it close to the bed, he sits close and braces his head in one of his hands. “…Maybe I can finally get some sleep now too,”

“You have been out for 8 days,” Aizawa interrupts. Yuna looks to her husband but finds him staring at her bandages. “…most of your injuries have been healed due to Recovery girl. I’ll go grab her for you-”

“Is he dead?” Yuna interrupts him, her teeth clenching to fight the tears. “Did I kill him?” Aizawa looks at his former pupil, looking for any signals he should put off the conversation.

“He’s dead,” Hitoshi states clearly. “You didn’t kill him though,” Her husband lightly grips her hand, tracing the small knuckles with his thumb. “…The League got to him first. Finished him off before we could take him in for questioning,”

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Aizawa mumbles awkwardly before exiting.

“What about Deku?” Yuna asks quietly, watching Hitoshi’s thumb move back and forth. Both their hands are rough against each other.

“S’fine,” He mumbles back, sighing heavily. “…Can’t believe he left you on your own. Rookie move,”

“I told him he could. I could handle it. I-I did handle it,”

“You call almost dying, handling it?” Hitoshi mumbles heatedly.

Yuna quiets and stares at their hands again. She hears him sigh deeply, before pulling her face towards him and resting his forehead against hers.

“…I thought you were dead. Deku is so dramatic. He found me helping rescue people, and he was covered in blood... and... I just..” His voice trailed off. Yuna watched the way his jaw tensed. Her husband hardly got emotional. Placing a small ghost of a kiss on his lips, she pulled back and smiled at him.

“But I’m okay,”

“You had a broken kneecap, broken elbow, fractured wrist, punctured lung-” Hitoshi starts, mildly irritated.

“But I’m okay!” Yuna says, giving him a radiant smile.

“Yeah but if Rescue girl wasn’t around, you would be dead!” Hitoshi argues, a slight frown on his face.

“But…I’m okay!” She says again, just as cheery. The doctor walks in at that moment, and Hitoshi huffs dramatically as his final word.

The doctor goes over some medications and recommended check-ups for the future. It isn’t very long in till Yuna is dismissed from the hospital, and back to her normal hero grind with her (sometimes dramatic) husband.

She leaves a cute pink card in Recovery Girls mailbox with her thanks.

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“Is it over yet?” Her monotone husband grumbled beside her. They stood at a bar top, their school friends gathered around, celebrating. Deku and Uraraka had finally tied the knot earlier that day, and the whole graduation class came to celebrate.

Including Bakugo.

“Not quite my love,” Yuna whispers back to him. His attention is stolen away by Denki again, and Yuna is left to people watch all her favorite childhood friends. Everyone dressed to impress for tonight, and while admiring how beautiful all her friends were in their tight dresses…Yuna felt like she was in last place.

After graduation, everyone went their separate ways. Joining Hero Agencies and eventually making their own. While they kept in touch and set up occasional parties to catch up with each other, Yuna felt left in the wind. Her friends have only gotten more attractive with age. She, on the other hand, felt like she was gaining weight like a monster…and not in the right places either.

“Helloooooo~” Mina waved a pink hand in font of Yuna’s face. “…You are spacing out silly! Wake up!”

“Sorry sorry!” Yuna laughed, rubbing the back of her neck. “…Just thinking too much,”

“mhm mhm…” Mina mumbles, alien eyes squinting suspiciously at her. “…You need another drink. And to come dance!!” Mina tugs on her arm, and Yuna feels the anxiety skyrocket in her chest. Mina is one of the most gorgeous women she has ever met. Pink was really her color, and her dancing hobby only served to make her toned in all the right places. She felt like an ogre next to her.

“No thanks Mina, I don’t wanna dance right now…” Yuna tries to laugh it off, glancing off on to the dance floor where she can see all the other girls in class rocking to the beat. Slits in their dresses showing their perfectly curved thighs, and small waists moving in sync with the music. The guys tried to be casual, but they were are looking. The only exception being Deku, we was proudly and loudly dancing with the love of his life to the best of the music. Tenya right by them, having a blast.

“You’re a downer, come on! You look so bored!” Mina pushes, not sensing the discomfort. The lights in the room start to flicker. Yuna feels like a teenager again. Embarrassed.

“I said no Mina!” Yuna snaps, ripping her arm from her friend’s hands. One of the lightbulbs from the other side of the bar shatters, the light source zooming across the bar into Yuna’s chest. The bar patrons barely notice, some laughing it off. Yuna glows very subtle now, just barely able to register to the human eye. Denki is quick to lay one hand on her shoulder and absorb the electricity out of her. He snaps his fingers and disperses the energy with a wide smile.

“Hey hey hey, let us just start with another drink. Right Mina?” The alien woman looks mildly confused, but quickly agrees and smiles brightly again.

“Sorry Yuna! I didn’t mean to push so much. I’ll get ya another drink, okay girly?”

“Y-yeah, sorry,” Yuna quickly states. As Mina walks away, Hitoshi runs a hand along his wife’s back. She quickly remembers her dress is backless when he traces smoothing circles against her spine and she backs away from his hand.

A cloud hangs in her mind.

“You sure it isn’t over yet?” Hitoshi whispers down into her ear. Yuna knows he means it as a joke to calm her nerves, but all she feels is resentment and an anger bubble in her chest.

“No. It isn’t.” is her tight reply. He senses the anger behind it. He is not as oblivious as she would like him to be. The way her arms are wrapped around herself. The way her eyes lingers on the other women. Her bottom lip red and plump from over chewing it. Admittingly, she has gained some weight since their school days- but she is still gorgeous. Still moves faster than he can. Still pummels every villain that stands against her. The smile that lit her face when they eat out at a restaurant, after a hard day of work, is adorable. She deserves it.

“You doing okay there kitten?” Hitoshi bends down to whisper into her ear. Her ears instantly turn red from the pet name, and she pouts in response.

“I’m fine,” His quirk activates instantly. He knows she is going to complain later but letting her stand there and tear herself down isn’t something he is going to stand for. Wedding or no wedding. They’ve been here long enough to not be rude.

“When I say ‘okay, we are gonna head out’, you’re going to smile, say goodbye, and wave goodbye to everyone, as you follow me out to the car,” His voice is low and demanding In her ear. Yuna feels the sensation take over, like cold water flushing through her veins.

“You guys okay?” Denki asks, back with the drinks.

“yeah, bro. I think it's time,” Hitoshi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “…We both had a long day yesterday and had to get up early today for the wedding... Okay? We are gonna head out,”

“Oh okay, well be safe! I’ll let Deku known what’s up,” Denki smiles, giving a small wave.

“Goodbye,” Yuna says lightly, though the motion of her hand waving is robotic. They make their way out of the bar slowly, some suspicion rising from their fellow heroes during their goodbyes. No one says anything. When they cross the intersection to their car, Hitoshi lets her come back. “Really Toshi? Was that necessary??” Yuna comes out arguing, warmth spreading through her veins as the mind control vanishes. Hitoshi leans against the car, watching her as she walks the rest of the way to him.

“We both wanted to leave, you were just being stubborn,”

“I wanted to stay longer! It’s their wedding!”

“Why?” Hitoshi tilts his head, looking bored. “So, you can put your self down some more and go on another ‘diet’ for a while, in till you break down and eat again- only to feel like more shit?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yuna huffs, folding her arms across her chest. She is biting her lip more harshly this time, and Hitoshi can see the sore forming.

“You’re right. We have only been married for years, dated for years before that, and I don’t buy all the diet food that inevitably ends up in the trash every couple months,” He can tell he struck a nerve when she stares off in the distance and grits her teeth.

“Are you gonna move out of the way so I can get in the car then?” is her tight reply.

“Maybe,” Hitoshi responds quietly. He reaches over to grip her chin and pull her lip out from her teeth. “…stop chewing on your lip. I don’t wanna hear complaining later when I’m kissing you because you wanted to gnaw yourself to death,”

“Who said you’ll get to kiss me later?” Yuna snaps back but leans into his hand as he palms her cheek. He knows she is stubborn. He loves her for it. Hitoshi leans in and ghosts his lips across her own.

“I always get to kiss my kitten later,” He pulls away before she can reach his lips and walk over to the driver’s side. He smiles at the way she huffs.

The car ride home is quiet.

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“Finally!” Toshi signs, pulling his purple tie away from his neck as he falls backward onto the bed. He runs his hands across his face and into his hair, ruffling the soft lavender locks. “…So glad to be home,”

“You act like we haven’t been home in weeks,” Yuna laughs quietly, going to their closet and taking off her heals. She sighs contently when her feet touch their plush carpet.

“I hate getting dressed up,”

“It’s a tie, not a chain,”

“Same thing,”

Yuna rolls her eyes at her husband. She begins the struggle of trying to get her tights off without ripping them… but fails almost instantly. The rip echoes through their bedroom, and he hears her sign softly.

“They make those things out of the thinnest material possible, so you have to rip them and buy more. You know that right?”

“Yes Toshi,”

“I mean it's more fun if you let me rip them off of you, but you know… whatever,” his hands go behind his head and watches her continue to undress. “…I guess I can’t really complain watching you do it either,”

“Stop it, you perv,” She laughs awkwardly, walking into the closet and out of his view. The walk-in closet was big, and she had plenty of room to turn and twist as needed. Hitoshi sits up and walks over to the closet, leaning against the doorway. “…you really committed to watching me make a fool of myself tonight huh?” Yuna comments and she struggles to get the zipper on the side of her hip.

“You are thinking too much. As per usual,” Toshi states, walking over to move her hands out of the way and unzip her dress for her.

“I can do it, I don’t need your help. Go change your own clothes,” Yuna argues, a blush appearing on her face. She grips her dress to keep him from unzipping.

“I’ve seen you naked a million times, and I’ve literally kissed every single part of your body from head to toe. Why are you acting like some sort of shy school girl?”

“I just…I-” Yuna starts, eyes watering as she looks at everything but her husband. Hitoshi grips her chin and bring her to look at him. He sees the tears threatening to spill, and sighs heavily. “…Hitoshi listen-“

“When will you stop comparing yourself to every woman you see?” Yuna quiets, chewing on her lip. She looks to the side of his face instead of making eye contact.

“I’ve gained a lot of weight since I was in the hospital is all…I’m embarrassed Toshi,”

“We literally had sex not even two days ago. Whatever weight you are exaggerating, I’ve seen, and I thoroughly enjoyed. Do you need a redo? I will be happy to tie you to the bed again and-“

“Toshi!” Yuna yelled, letting go of the dress as her face turned bright red to the tips of her ears. “…just hurry up,” He chuckles in response, unzipping the dress and watching the fabric pool at her feet. She steps out of it and begins to take off her bra and panties.

“This is happening fast. I like it,” Toshi mumbles, placing his hands on her hips.

“Let go, you pervert. I’m getting in the shower,”

“Oh? Are we taking a shower first?”

“No Toshi!” Yuna laughs brightly, and he takes the opportunity to swallow her laugh in a deep kiss. His hands travel down and grabs full handfuls of her backside. She squeals in his mouth.

“Really Toshi?”

“hmm?” He mumbles against her lips, his purple bedroom eyes stealing her breath away.

“Right now?” Cold water rushes through her veins, while purple fogged over her vision.

“Yes Kitten. How about you walk to the bed?” Hitoshi watches his wife do as his says. When her knees hit the mattress, he watches the way her thighs jiggle. “…now crawl onto the bed, on your hands and knees,”

Yuna does as she is told. When she feels a sharp slap against her backside, she is in control again. She turns her head back to see Toshi getting undressed, his hand rubbing the spot he slapped her. He swats her again.

“Toshi!” Yuna yelps, a small warmth starting in her abdomen. She hears him lets out a small laugh, before she feels him climb onto the bed behind her.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” Toshi whispers warmly in her ear, before kissing the top of it and traveling down her neck. Yuna moans in response, pushing her ass back against him.

Toshi is an expert when it comes to her body. He knows every curve, every sweet spot. How to pull a long drawn-out moan from her, and how to get the quick gasps of pleasure. His hands roam and squeeze over her body, leaving her a stuttering mess. He pinches at her nipples, palms the heaviness of her breasts, grinds his cock into her plush set of cheeks. Yuna is always so easily worked up into a frenzy, and he lives for it. When he finally slips a single digit through her folds, he grins widely into her shoulder at the overwhelming wetness.

“T-Toshi…” Yuna moans, biting her lip. A swift smack rings through the bedroom, and she immediately cries out into the pillow her face is now shoved in.

“That isn’t my name right now. You know better, my lovely kitten. Are you trying to make me upset?” The sting on her buttock makes her abdomen clench in excitement. She shakes her head against the pillow. “…Use your words my love,”

“No M-master, I don’t want you to be upset with me…” Yuna whines, tears threatening her eyes. She is overwhelmed already, her earlier feelings trying to claw their way out. Hitoshi notices immediately, palming the red mark on her cheek and rubbing it slowly. He gives light kisses against her ass, following up her spine slowly till her reaches the shell of her ear.

“Calm down, kitten. I am not mad. Just remember the rules, okay? Master is going to take good care of you. Roll over and let me see that pretty, pink pussy of mine,” His voice is deep and hypnotic. Even as her face flushes, she happily complies with his command. When she looks into the eyes of her Master, she immediately calms. A deep breath she did not know she was holding releases.

“Feeling better?” Hitoshi asks, palming the side of her breast and leaning down to slowly encase the nipple in his warm mouth. He rolls it over his tongue, sucking and pulling the nipple upward, before releasing. He marvels at the way it hardens more when he blows on it, cooling the saliva he left behind. Yuna whimpers under him.

“Yes, S-sir,” Yuna eyes his lips in interest.

“Would you like a kiss?”

“Yes sir…”

When he leans in to take her lips, he barely hovers over her. She can feel his breath against her lips, just barely ghosting. Impatient, she grabs his face, kissing him harshly and swallowing his groan. Hitoshi grinds against her, deepening the kiss. When she rakes her nails through his hair, he tugs her head back by her hair. Admiring the way her face is flushed and her lips swollen. He noses her head up, so he can take advantage of her neck, slowly leaving sloppy open butterfly kisses where he goes. He sucks harshly against her collarbone, a weak spot, and his dick pulses at the sound she releases. Hitoshi continues his worship downwards to her chest, shoving his face between them. He nips hard at the sides, and Yuna tugs at his lavender hair in response.

“God, you’re so perfect,” His voice is low and husky. “…big tits. Fat ass. Thick thighs. pudgy belly. Fuck,” He grabs and pull at every section of her body, his arousal obvious against her folds. He spends a long time leaving sloppy kisses everywhere he goes. By the time he gets done, Yuna is a needy sobbing mess. She begs for attention where she needs it. The claws mark left on his arms and back burn slightly, but Hitoshi takes pride in them.

“Master please,” Yuna begs, grinding against his dick. She can feel her wetness getting everywhere. The way he twitches against her.

“Such a needy kitten tonight,” Hitoshi slowly grinds between her folds, rubbing against the top of her slit roughly before sliding back. He watches her face contort, and her hands fist against the pillow behind her head. “…I want to watch my Kitten fall apart. Beg for her Master’s milk. Watch the way her pretty pussy devours my cock,” Yuna is loud and responsive, eyes glued between their hips.

“Please please please Master, I can’t take anymore please,” Yuna chants like a prayer. Hitoshi grabs at her throat, squeezing the sides. A loud groan escapes him when he feels her twitch against his cock. He leans down to give a slow kiss, and surprises her by entering her tight pussy slowly.

“Such a good kitten…taking my cock so well and deep,” He mutters against her lips, watching her glazed eyes and open mouth. He pulls away and loosens his grip slightly on her neck. When a loud gasp escapes her, he plunges fingers into her mouth with his other hand. He rocks against her hips slowly, grinding deep before pulling out again. He can feel her slickness dripping down his balls.

“fuck you’re so good, aren’t you? Masters perfect little kitten?” Yuna sucks on his fingers almost violently, moaning continuously. He releases her throat and pulls his fingers out of her wet mouth. Pulling at her knees, her moves them against her shoulders and shudders at how deep he reaches now. The rhythm is still impossibly slow, and Yuna claws at his arms.

“Please Master please, I’m so full. I-I can’t take it anymore, please,”

“Too bad Kitten,” Hitoshi mutters, placing kisses against one of her knees. “You don’t make the rules here. I do. You will take my cock slow and steady. Then you’re going to cum. You understand me?”

“Master I-” A loud slap echoes in the room as her cheek burns, followed by a brutal deep thrust that has her choking on her own moans.

“Do you understand me?” Hitoshi demands again, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“Yes sir,” Yuna mutters quietly, a hard clench in her abdomen bringing her close to orgasm. Hitoshi leans away again, balancing his hands on the back of her knees and watching the way his cock disappears, then reappears, glistening and soaked. Yuna grips at his wrists, watching the same scene with loud interest.

“Look at my pretty pink pussy. Swollen and wet. Thighs jiggling every time I go in, stomach bouncing. Fuck, look at you, Kitten. Stuffed with my cock. You’re perfect, kitten. So. Fucking. Perfect.” Yuna is sobbing now, unable to fight back the tension in her. She can feel the string ready to snap.

“I’m gonna cum please Master, I-“

“Then cum Kitten,” Hitoshi moans, grinding hard deep inside her. His pace doesn’t change. Still slow and deep. He feels her clenched him tightly and knows she is falling on the edge. He grips her hips and starts slamming hard into her at the start of her orgasm. He watches the way her tits bounce wildly at the thrust and he feels himself coming apart at the seams. “fuck fuck fuck, look at you, fuck, you’re mine!”

“Hitoshi!” Yuna cries as she cums, raking her nails down his arms. Her legs shake and her toes curl almost painfully. The rush of warmth inside her lets her know he finished, and she grabs him by his face and pulls him down for a kiss. Hitoshi moans loudly against her lips, his eyes rolling as his thrusts stutters and he buries his face in her neck. They both gasp quietly, catching their breath.

Yuna traces small designs on his back, smiling contently. She runs a hand through his hand, scratching just by his ears. A heavy sigh is heard against her neck. Eventually he lifts himself off of her, pulling the drawer from the nightstand and taking out wet wipes. He begins by cleaning her up, resting the cold wipes against her clit for several seconds.

“Thank you,” Yuna whispers, face soft and gentle. Hitoshi bends down to claim a chaste kiss, kissing her forehead after.

“Always,” is the simple reply. Yuna grabs a wipe herself, sitting up and palming his still hard penis with it.

“You made a mess,” She mutters, a small smile on her face.

“I made a mess?”

#mywriting #myheroacademia #Shinsou Hitoshi #praisekink #chubbyOC #Master/Pet #angst #selfdoubt #smut #oneshot #prompts

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