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enbyenvy666 · 2 months

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personal pornstar Part 1/?

Being a hero can be overwhelming at times. Stressful and demanding, rarely having a break long enough to practise some self care. All to help and benefit our community. So why not get something back from the community? Hire your companion today! --------

Falling on hard times led you to signing up to become a 'companion' for Pro Heroes, hoping to make a quick buck, but instead you became the 3rd part of a famous hero couple who show you love in ways you never expected.

established!kiribaku x masc!reader eventual smut (will be a cismale version and a transmale version) word count - 1.7k

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ themes, eating food, swearing, sex work? except there isn't any sex yet, reader is broke, reader is implied to have piercings, google translate french, no beta (if i've missed anything please let me know)

You had seen the adverts. A website in which Pro Heroes can order ‘companions’ to help them de-stress. You weren’t a pro, no, quite the opposite actually. The ads were definitely targeted, you were seeing them because you were broke and in need of some cash in order to live. There were nights where you really considered joining while eating from a cup of ramen noodles as your third meal that day, for the fourth day in a row.

But when you did peruse the website out of curiosity, it didn’t specify what the companions would be hired for. It didn’t say it was sexual, but it didn’t deny it either. It seemed almost like a sugar baby/sugar parent type situation, where you would be financially compensated for ‘favours’. Some heroes were well off financially which was very appealing, but there were also some lesser known heroes who could be into some really freaky shit with not a lot of compensation for it.

After getting your electricity bill, you bit the bullet and signed up. You had to sign an NDA when creating your account, which you felt was a little over the top but your empty bank account was enough motivation to continue. Uploading a couple of more recent pictures, including a couple spicier ones from times you were really feeling yourself, and writing a small bio trying to hype yourself up, you eagerly waited for some kind of response. But eventually you forgot about it, focusing on your minimum wage job instead.

Until you checked your phone during your lunch break and found that you had received a message from ‘Rouge_ Émeute’. While the message contained simple instructions, it was written nicely with ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s sprinkled throughout. They wanted to meet you at a private restaurant, a restaurant you recognised to be a safe haven for Heroes to dine at without flashing cameras in their faces.

It was also an expensive restaurant, which made you feel giddy about one of the more popular heroes wanting to meet you. Putting on your best button up and slacks, you were nervous when you arrived at the restaurant. You were told to tell the hostess you were here for ‘R and D’, which you felt silly saying until the hostess gave you a bright smile, gesturing for you to follow as she weaved through the restaurant.

You passed so many famous faces as you almost had to jog to catch up with the hostess. You saw Fat Gum, Uwabami, Selkie. You’re pretty sure you even saw Red Riot and Dynamight! Wait… why is the hostess leading you straight to their table?

Hold on a second…

Oh shit.

The hostess happily gestured to the booth seat, across from the two heroes, placing a couple menus down on the table before quickly walking away. You couldn’t believe it. The number two hero and his husband, hired you, to be their companion for the evening. Red Riot had a bright grin on his face, showing off his famous pointy teeth, while Dynamight sat beside him with a scowl, arms crossed over his chest.

It was strange seeing them out of their hero costumes, Riot in a button down and maroon blazer, complementing his red hair which wasn’t spiked up in its usual style, but instead softly falling down his shoulders. Dynamight was wearing a white polo, short sleeves showing off his bulging biceps muscles, which you could see ripple with any minor movement. You scooted across the seat as you sat down, both sets of their red eyes watching you. Like an ant under a magnifying glass, you felt like you were about to burst into flames at any moment. Riot finally spoke, breaking the tension. “Punk_boi right?”

Ah yes, your username for the website. You had completely forgotten to tell them your real name, or at least whichever one of the pair you were corresponding with.

“It’s (y/n),” you responded meekly, trying to force a smile that made you look comfortable, but missing the mark.

“(y/n)… it suits you,” Riot smiled sweetly, placing his elbow on the table to rest his chin in his palm. You felt your cheeks grow warm, averting your gaze down to your lap where your fingers fiddled nervously under the table. You whispered out an appreciated thanks, shoulders tense. Dynamight kept his hard gaze on you, ruby eyes flicking over your nervous form, sitting shyly across from him. Noticing his staring, you took a deep breath, gaining the courage to talk.

“I’m so sorry, I guess I’m a little star struck, I didn’t think the number 2 hero would be interested in me,” you admitted with a nervous chuckle. Dynamight finally uncrossed his arms from his chest, instead digging his elbows into the table as he leaned closer to you.

“Yeah well, I am.” His regular volume just seemed to be slightly louder, causing a couple of glances from other tables. “What are you in this for?”

His question caught you off guard. You had heard that he was abrasive and straightforward but he still surprised you.

“I’m uh… pretty broke right now,” you admitted, eyes darting across the heroes’ faces to gauge any type of reaction, and when you didn’t see one, you decided to use this as an opportunity to turn up the charm.

“And because I want to thank the heroes that keep me safe,” you added in a sultry tone, reaching across the table to squeeze Dynamight’s hand. It was a lie though, you lived in an area with very limited patrols so there was more crime, but at least the rent was cheap because of it.

“There’s no need to thank us,” Riot said, laying his hand over yours, his large palm and fingers quickly engulfing your hand and almost covering Dynamight’s as well. You felt your blood run cold for a moment, before your face grew warm. You had assumed that you were hired just for Dynamight, maybe for some kind of cuckoldry thing but now it dawned on you. They both wanted you. “Please, order anything you like.”

The menu was the perfect barrier to cover your face as your situation started to dawn on you. Both of these men were nearly double your size, especially Red Riot, who was a mountain of a man. You weren’t sure if you could… take them both at once, let alone just Riot. Deciding to just get a pasta dish, you fiddled with your collar as you tried to steel your nerves. With your fingers threaded together, you placed them on the table to hopefully avoid anymore fidgeting to betray your calm facade.

“This is my first time doing this,” you admitted, feeling a slight weight lift from your shoulders. Dynamight’s lips turned upwards into a smirk as he huffed a short laugh.

“We could tell,” he teased. Riot chuckled as well, covering your hand with his again, his fingers soothingly stroking your wrist, fingertips just sneaking under your sleeve. Feeling the warmth in your face spread down your neck, you sheepishly turned your attention to your lap again.

“Don’t worry, it’s our first time too,” he assured.

“Wouldn’t you want someone with more experience?”

“Nah,” the blonde reached over, forefinger hooking under your chin with his thumb holding it in place as he tilted your head upward, forcing you to look at him. “We liked you too much.”

Thank god you didn’t have some kind of fire or heat quirk because you could’ve melted at that moment. Throughout the dinner, the two heroes would give you teasing touches and flirty comments, and as much as you wanted to reciprocate, they made you too flustered. By the time dinner had ended and they led you outside, the butterflies in your stomach feeling more and more like anxiety. You were about to have sex with not one stranger, but two, who were both Pro Heroes as well!

The cold night air cooled your hot face, but Dynamight’s hand on your lower back made the temperature of your cheeks a fierce competition. Riot stood in front of you to protect you from the cold breeze while requesting your phone. Hesitant, you gave him the device, watching him type away before handing it back to you.

He had created two new contacts, ‘Eijiro Kirishima’ and ‘Katsuki Bakugo’, and put them both in a group chat. Kirishima leaned down to your ear, feeling his lips brush against the metal jewellery that pierced the cartilage as he whispered, “Text us when you get home safe.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to respond, brain short-circuiting when the scent of his fancy cologne filled your nostrils. Bakugo reached into his pocket, moving in closer to your other side, lips brushing against your other ear as he handed you something discreetly. “For the cab.”

Glancing down at your palm you saw a hundred dollar bill. Gawking at it, your eyes practically bulged out of your skull. “I-I-I thought-“

The two men chuckled, Bakugo sounding a little more raspy. His hand rubbed up and down your back, pressing his surprisingly soft lips to your cheek in a kiss that almost made your knees buckle.

“Not yet, sweetheart, but maybe if you’d like to see us again,” Kirishima whispered before kissing your other cheek, turning away to flag down a taxi. As soon as one pulled up, the red head opened the door for you, and Bakugo’s hand never leaving your back until you climbed into the yellow car. With quick goodbyes, you watched them walk away hand in hand.

The cab ride was short, leaving you with plenty of change which you felt guilty for keeping. Once you got inside your apartment, your anxiety washed away and was replaced with exhaustion. The rollercoaster of emotions from dinner, and from work early that day left you extremely drained. Stripping from your clothes and crawling into bed, you remembered to text the two heroes you were home safe just before drifting off. --------

A/N - ahhhhhh first time posting! please let me know if there's any mistakes or ways i can improve! likes and reposts appreciated <3

#poly kiribaku x reader #bakugou katsuki x male reader #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #bnha x trans reader #poly kiribake x male reader

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hydroj1ns · 1 year

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18+ all might thirst (big and small form) (he needs more love)

me personally i would give anything to bury my face in all might’s plush tits. in bed, not even looking at him, just smelling the musk on the tan skin of the valley between his pecs while my hand that can’t even wrap around his huge cock slides up and down his weighty shaft.

i would listen to his quiet moans and whimpers: “just let me put it in already…” as the back of his hand covers his eyes and he breathily pants out, “please, darling…”

his back simultaneously starting to arch off the mattress. i would still make him come three more times with just my hand before i adjust so that my hole is right above his cock though. i like that he begs for release like he isn’t several feet taller than me and his grip doesn’t leave finger-shaped bruises on my hips.

even his skinny form. hmm… men exhausted and on ten cups of coffee. he’s still strong and towers over you, of course. he’s a little insecure about this form. he’s scared you’ll leave because he feels that he isn’t the big, strong hero everyone loves. you prove him wrong though. you use your fingers to spread your hole in front of him as he stands in front of the bed, mouth agape and cheeks blushing. he gets hard immediately. during it, he sheds a few tears because he loves you so much. loves how you love him. but also because your warm walls are gripping him so tightly like you never want him to leave.

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boytouya · 1 year

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𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌

wc: 2.01k

pairing: aizawa shouta x male reader

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY WHOO!! BEFORE THE DAY ENDS WHO WANTS TO CONFESS THEIR UNDYING LOVE FOR ME i hate this so bad

Love is in the air, a thickening aroma that’s much too sweet for your liking. It sticks to the peeling wallpaper within your room, it clings to your goosebump ridden skin, it’s plastered to every screen you turn to. It’s excruciating. It’s exhausting. There’s something wary, deeply injected into your bloodstream, that dims your eyes and dampens your expression when you catch another enamored by the undeniable paradox of love.

Still, there’s a twinge in your chest that you can’t quite place. Of something forlorn, something distant. Your jaw aches as you unclench your teeth and search for the remote tangled in your bedsheets. You assume your neighbors face the same tiresome debacle, with the sound of a creaky headboard smacking into the wall that separates your apartments. You’re not jealous, the thought of brushing your fingertips against warm, bare skin is almost nauseating. Of that, you are sure.

Valentine’s day, you deduct, is equal parts Heaven and Hell. Sweets are discounted, customers of your average, 9-5 job are a tad bit more relaxed— it’s the personal conquests you have to battle. Even the little things, like remembering how you left the remote in your living room.

You sigh, practically sinking into the floor as you drag yourself past the safety of your bedroom.

Quietly placing your feet on the ground, cold floorboards moan in protest with every painstakingly slow step you take. Your feet drag behind, making a humiliating mural out of your already pathetic appearance. The doorknob feels heavy as you twist it, sliding into the dimly lit living room with strained ease.

The impenetrable force of gravity pulls at your limbs as you search plush cushions, stress racking your body as a blanket of sudden tremors. The loud knocking at your front door startles you awake, your hunched back suddenly straightened uncomfortably. The idea of your friends (or maybe, lack thereof?) prepared to bother you into the night slows your stride, but something about the persistent knocking is unfamiliar. Not nearly as annoying.

Swinging the door open, you stretch the collar of your shirt with your pointer finger. The fabric doesn’t protest, loose enough to distort your silhouette to your liking. Leaning against the doorframe, you take in the piercing eyes staring back at you. The man, whoever he is, looks excruciatingly tired, with dark circles that cast shadows down the entirety of his chiseled face. Though, surprisingly enough, his stubble is cleanly shaved, not a hair out of place. Long, dark hair frames his face in two symmetrical strands, though they seem to have come loose from his low ponytail. Despite the styling he looks disgruntled, as if the crisp white button up is too tight at the collar, and his slacks are clinging to his strong thighs. Suspiciously your type.

“If you’re here to ask about how often I pray—“

“I’m not,” He blinks, slow as his eyes open and close. They look rather dry, heavy lidded and sleepy. His voice catches you by surprise, deep and smooth— but nonetheless warm and comforting. Still, he shifts in the doorframe, crinkling the gift wrapped bouquet of flowers in one hand, and nearly smacking the heart-shaped tin of chocolates in the other. Then, almost hesitant, he holds them forward, pressing them against your warm chest. “I’m your boyfriend… For the day.”

Suspicious rises in your throat, and your eyebrows furrow. Whatever that means, you don’t like it, even if he does wear the uniform to the overwhelmingly busy and overbooked ‘boyfriend-experience’ café downtown. He sure doesn’t look the type.

Plus he seemed much too eager to add in that last part.

You grunt, ready to slam the door in his flawless face before he opens his mouth to speak again and uses his foot to catch the slamming door. He doesn’t flinch, instead sighing as if this isn’t the first time he’s had his toes (and shoes) crushed beneath the weight of wood, “I was hired as a gift. From your….friend.”

Something tells you his lack of enthusiasm is highly against protocol.

You can’t help but discreetly laugh at his dryness, slowly opening the door to stare him down. Friendly enough, considering he’s being paid to be here, and you have to admit— the chocolate was a nice touch. Maybe your friend paid for that too. He lets you take the gifts from his hands, finally, with warm fingers brushing his knuckles. Admittedly, the contact is nice. Maybe even more than that. “You can keep your shoes on, I don’t care.”

You allow him to step into your apartment, disregarding the lack of emotion in his face as he takes in the sight of your house. Homely, clearly lived in— but bone chillingly lonely. His posture straightens at that, eyes settling on your back as you disappear into your bedroom. To change, he presumes, as you’d opened the front door in just boxers and a t-shirt. Cute.

He watches you waddle back out, socks padding against the floor as you scratch the nape of your neck nervously. What were you supposed to say? What do boyfriends who aren’t-really-boyfriends… do?

“Shouta Aizawa,” He— Shouta introduces himself, bowing his head in your direction. He clears his throat, listening to your voice chime in his ears as you introduce yourself in return. He lets you speak, though he was already told your name. While it’s a bit chilly outside, he considers the sight of you on a ferris wheel, watching as the Sun sets below the horizon, yellow light dancing on your face and across your eyelids. He remembers your interest in reading, and how you have an embarrassing passion for romance storylines. “Where do you want to go today? My treat.”

It really was his treat, the books you’d shyly bought despite assuring him time and time again that you didn’t need anything, resting in a cutely designed plastic bag that he held for you. Sure, it came out of his paycheck, but your shell was cracking. The previously hard and standoffish demeanor from your initial meeting was melting away. And, really, you just seemed very lonely. Aizawa falls into the boyfriend role much faster than he’d like to admit, sometimes clasping his hand around yours to get your attention— he’s a man of very few words. Each and every time, without fail, your face would brighten, as if the missing pieces of your puzzle were found and completed.

You get a few comments from strangers with genuine smiles, very polite and quiet responses of how cute you are together, how well you compliment each other. There’s a twinge in your chest that you can’t quite place whenever you hear it. Something forlorn, something distant.

Finally, Shouta lets you pay for the freshly made, heart-shaped meat-buns that happen to be twenty five percent off for the holiday, your cold hands curling around the warmth of the treat. He opts for a cat-shaped one, absentmindedly trailing his fingertip across the scored whiskers as he takes a bite. Your heart catches in your throat, beating loudly in your ears as you take note of the endearing habit. Your gaze must linger, because the same dark eyes from before are staring back into yours, almost looking right through you.

You laugh nervously, sinking your teeth into the warm dough before he can comment.

Selfishly, you don’t want the day to end.

He listens to you talk about your hobbies, interjecting more often than not with grunts of engagement. Your voice was nice, a smooth tone that made his heavy eyelids even heavier, and had it not been for the high pitched meow that interrupted your train of thought, he’d surely end up asleep in the middle of the sidewalk.

The two of you swivel around, sharing a silent glance as a stray cat scurries across the street. You’ve seen it before, a black and white tuxedo cat with lime eyes and a flat attitude. Its walking is tired and sluggish today, as if it’s had a particularly long one, and you quirk your head to the side, “He kinda looks like you.”

He tilts his head in the opposite direction, narrowing his eyes at the cat. He settles by the grass, sleepy and disgruntled eyes closing quickly after curling in on himself. The pattern of his front legs make a poorly drawn heart, and he wonders if you got him to look so closely solely because of that. Heat rises in his cheeks, but he buries his face into his sleeve, clearing his throat. Warmth floods the man’s stomach, planting sunflower seeds and blue skies. He turns his face away from your survey, clearing his throat as the air suddenly becomes much too humid. It seems you take his silence for an answer in itself. Very funny.

“No, really! I feed him sometimes, his posture’s crazy and he’s always tired.”

Ignoring the potential dig at his posture, Shouta takes a moment to imagine you feeding stray cats, snaking your fingers at them and running your hands through their soft fur. Your presence must be so comforting, so kind. You remind him of a prince, with warm features and a soft smile, albeit a little awkward.

Heart fluttering in his rib cage, Aizawa starts to feel like maybe he was the one who rented a boyfriend.

Continuing down the streets of Musutafu, Shouta doesn’t mind the way your shoulders brush. The way your cold hands brush against his, or the way your pinkies find themselves locked together. Comfortable warmth blooms from your body, and he wants nothing more than to hold it in his hands, cherish the comfortable silence and bathe in your body heat, hidden away from the chilly air that signifies winter’s overstayed welcome.

And, like clockwork, his deep eyes make contact with the bright star occupying the setting sky. Difficult to see through the trees and amalgamation of branches and leaves, but it shines through the cracks and into your hair. The smell of your skin lingers in the air, Aizawa’s mind empties, and his thoughts simultaneously erode whilst coalescing into a serene hum stuck in the far back of his head. The bittersweet tranquility floats above him for just a moment, descending as soon as sunlight leaks out of the trees. It stares back into his chestnut eyes, taunting him.

With a makeshift, golden halo, you speak. Unknowingly shining brighter than the brightest star in the sky. He can’t afford to fall in love on the job.

Shouta breathes, ragged and rushed and oh, so rocky as his heart hammers in his chest.

“I’ve always wanted to adopt a cat,” You start, nervous embers igniting in your lungs and smothering you from the inside out. It shouldn’t matter, maybe you’re crossing a boundary. This was his job, to make you feel cared for.. loved. Just for the day, he’d said it himself. Just for the day, which was nearing a close with every step closer toward your apartment. “A stray, I mean. I think the one we saw earlier has a partner, though.”

Aizawa raises an amused eyebrow at that, briefly thinking about his cat at home, “And?”

“Do you think on their first… date… That probably, honestly, wasn’t really even a date and happened on, uh, circumstance…was really a date? Like, did he ask his partner for a second one—could there be a second one? But… Without the…circumstances?”

“I think he speaks in circles,” You wince at his flat tone, nodding deprecatingly as you wait for him to continue. Your keys feel much heavier in your pocket, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Did he think his partner would say no?”

“Would he?” You ask, carrying yourself up the steps to your front door.

“No,” Aizawa stays where he is, watching as the gray stone sits unbothered beneath your feet. When you look back, it’s the first time you’ve seen him smile with teeth, pink lips quirked upward, and a bit wobbly from lack of use. “He’d agree to a second one. Free of charge.”

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vrisrezis · 1 year

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Could you give some headcanons about BNHA characters helping their transmasc boyfriend with his testosterone shots because he has a fear of needles? You can pick the characters 🤗

Bakugou just is kinda like “MAN UP” and sticks the needle in . LOL. He loves you tho ❤️

Izuku on the other hand is actually nice about it, he also hates needles lol. Tells you not to look and puts on a show to distract you, problem is he takes his sweet time LMAO

Hawks is understanding of your fear cuz he also hates them. Is kinda like “I knowww:( I’m sorry but you hafta” and reminds you of the benefits of taking your shot before doing it .

Dabi just doesn’t get it. Stabs you with that needle before you even have a chance to be worried about shit lol

Shigaraki finds you to be a pain in the ass but does it before he is a trans ally and loves you <3 “if you don’t stop squirming I will turn you into dust . STOP”

#shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #touya x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #mha x y/n #mha x reader #bnha x trans reader #bnha x gn!reader #hawks x male reader #izuku midoryia x reader #izuku x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x reader

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kenniononion · 1 year

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Yandere! Hawks X Male Reader

“ 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 „

WARNING(s): Yandere Themes, Not Proof Read

The wind was blowing and Keigo felt the sun begin to grow sleepier as the moon tried barging its way into the sky, not allowing the sun to finish its job. He saw as the night sky grew bigger and darker as it shunned the sun away.

He knew exactly how the sun felt. It was lonely, He was sure of it. Misunderstood, He's the only one who knew of it. The hawk-like male put his crimson covered hand in the air, feeling the wind howl between his fingers. The smell was unbearably foul but he was used to it.

The male's hand rose higher into the sky as the last bit of sunshine crept slowly off of his fingertips. He felt the happiness fade away along with it. He knew all too well how this felt. He lived it his whole life.

Keigo took a deep breath, allowing one last tear to leave the corner of his eye. He then began to make his way to the apartment building he knew all too well. His beloved was there. The one and only he felt.

As he flew he noticed cop cars parked in front of his lovers building, causing a surging rage to completely devour him.

'Why did he call the cops?' Keigo thought. 'He knows I did this all for him.' The thought of his lover betraying him was like electricity. It caused his anger to become brighter.

When Keigo made his way to the balcony of his beloved's apartment he peeked around the corner and saw four policemen talking to his one and only. He felt as if the shorter male was cheating on him, that's how bad his rage was beginning to boil.

He waited out there. In the cold night for the police officers to leave. Once they did, he made his move. He knocked, not once, not twice, not even three times. But five different times before the other boy finally decided to open his balcony's sliding doors.

"I-I thought you were gone for a while..?" The shorter boy asked with fright in his voice. Hawks walked a couple steps forward to grasp the male in his arms before realizing the other wasn't complying. Instead he was taking steps back as if he was terrified of Keigo.

Hawks took notice of this and frowned. "How could you..." He began, feeling the jealousy of the police officers being over at his lover's house overwhelm him. "I fucking trusted you Babybird!" He slowly crept his way towards the quivering male.

Once the boy could no longer back away, due to the counter being in the way, Keigo then placed both of his hands on either side of the smaller's waist. He nuzzled the male's neck and gave a couple of kisses and nips.

"I-I..." The smaller tried to speak. "I'm so sorry Kei..."

Keigo then bit down the instance he heard his name being spoken. "No!" He began, "You know damn well what you fucking call me!" He licked the bite mark. The now crying male stuttered.

"I-I'm so sorry m-master!" He began to beg, "P-please don't hurt m-me!" The smaller gripped the counter top with both of his hands and the tears just kept going. Keigo backed away just enough to see the tears falling down the other's face before he smirked.

He then placed a soft hand on the cheek of his beloved. He leaned closer to the males face and noticed the closer he got to the smaller male the more the smaller male winced and closed his eyes. And as his face was mere centimeters away from the others the h/c haired male closed his eyes shut tightly, tears still brimming the soft lines connecting his bottom lid to his top lid.

Keigo then kissed the tears away, licking his lips as he did so. The smaller male noticed this and frowned furrowing his eyebrows closer together. He wanted to cry more but knew that Keigo wouldn't care.

"My sweet, sweet little Y/N. I'll keep you safe."

Thank you for reading. This is gonna be a chapter in one of my Yandere! Hawks X Male Reader books on Wattpad (If you guys like it). You can read it (when I release it) here:

#hawks x reader #pro hero hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks x male reader #male reader #x male reader #bnha x trans reader #bnha angst #mha x male reader #mha x y/n #mha #bnha

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zephyr-writesx · 1 year

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Toshinori Yagi (aka all might) x ftm reader (smut)! Headcanons

( this is my first smut so please be kind 😅. I've been simping for (sm)all might for a while now and I don't see many fics for him and there are even less fics of him in his small might form. if you fetishize ftm ppl, mlm or are homophobic, transphobic etc. LEAVE. Let's get on with the fic!)

Headcanons:

All might is bisexual with a preference for men but he's never had a s/o cuz his hero work always got in the way so he just gave up on dating.

He is open about his sexuality and has even gone to pride! But most people forget he's bi cuz it usually doesn't get brought up often.

He's so supportive of you! Even if you guys are just friends he still cares about you!

he's so sweet and wants to help everyone so if you are having a bad day he's always there to listen.

If your having gender dysphoria he's always there to tell you how much he cares about you and how handsome you are and will compliment you non-stop (unless you tell him to stop).

He will also do research about how to help you relieve some of your dysphoria.

He loves you and always want you to feel good because he absolutely adores you <3

Smut headcanons

This man is 7'3 so you are most likely shorter than him and he LOVES it.

This man has a lowkey size kink.

He just loves how small your hands are when he holds them while pounding into you.

I just know his dicks big. I just know.

Probably like 8 1/2 inches flaccid and 9 1/2 hard

The tip is so sensitive. If you wanted to you could probably make him cum from just playing with the tip.

He loves giving head. He love getting head too but there's just something about your moans and praises that get him going.

He loves the way you taste too. He can't get enough of it. If he could he'd stay between you legs for hours just overstiming you and making you cum over and over again.

Praise kink go brrrrrr

Love it when you tell him how good he makes you feel ♥️

Also he has body issues. Please tell him how gorgeous and sexy he is, he'll melt.

Switch with a dom preference (total soft dom tho, only mean if you've been really bratty)

He always make you cum at least ones before you take his cock.

Thats it for now I'll make a one-shot later. Have a nice day/night. I want almighty to smash this puss anyways byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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muttfr0mmars · 1 year

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bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: gn reader, implied transmasculine ?? but no pronouns used. pure fluff, katsuki has the day off, implied transmasc katsuki, slightly suggestive content near the end, katsuki's a menace who wakes up early, u shower together <3 food tw he makes u breakfast

an: i wrote this in a craze i love him i miss him i want him 😞 p self indulgent but general enough that i wanted 2 share <33

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when you blink your eyes open in the morning, katsuki's side of the bed is made and cool like you expected. his alarm goes off at dawn even on his days off.

you huff and yank the covers from his side to wrap yourself up, nuzzling back into your pillow fully intent on going back to sleep. you doze off for what seems like a second, but the next thing you know you're being tugged down the bed by your ankles.

gasping in fright, you bolt up only to melt in relief at the sight of your partner's wicked grin. he's still in his gym clothes, muscles defined in the athletic wear as he wiggles your legs.

"katsuki, you dick! don't do that!" you bemoan, flopping back down. "you almost killed me!"

cackling, katsuki straddles your thighs, knees digging into the bed as he puts his full weight on you. "good, are you finally gonna get up? i've been back for half an hour."

you glare up at him weakly. "that means it's 8:30 in the morning."

"yeah?"

"you're obnoxious."

he shrugs and swings his leg off you and off the bed. "get up or i'm burning breakfast," he threatens as he heads towards the door.

"joke's on you, i don't eat breakfast," you muffle into your pillow.

suddenly, something lands on the back of your head. "hey--!" you start, but the words die in your throat.

katsuki leans against the doorway, shirtless and a little red in the face as he stares you down, chewing on his lip. "haven't showered yet," he says softly, temptingly.

you ball his shirt in your hand and scramble out of bed, crowding against his back and ushering him towards the bathroom. "go, go, go, go, go!" you cheer, patting his butt with each word.

"you're a perv. horny all the time," he gripes.

stepping into the bathroom, you strip of what you slept in as katsuki twists on the shower. he absentmindedly brushes an eyelash from your cheek before moving out of the way to allow you in. you step under the hot spray of water and sigh in content. warmth furls in your chest when katsuki gets in beside you, bullying you away from the water with shooing hands and grumbles.

"mm, big boy," you tease as you wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your face into his back.

he makes a disgruntled sound and puts his hands over yours. "bein' clingy," he whines, even as he pushes his back to your front.

"suck it up," you retort, hiding your smile in his shoulder when he squirms.

"i need to actually get clean, shitty nerd."

you pout, but grab his body wash anyway. "i like you stinky, though."

"you're so gross. vile. foul," he immediately spits and you dissolve into laughter as you start washing his back. he huffs and let's his chin drop to his chest when your fingers rub firm circles over his knotted muscles.

"you like it. stinky." you smack a noisy kiss in the center of his back when you're done, and motion for him to turn around.

he does so easily, and he watches you through heavy lidded eyes as you take to his chest, taking care to be extra gentle with his scars. you purse your lips in an air kiss and the corner of his mouth twitches before he leans in to give you a real kiss. humming, you back him up under the spray again as he tilts his head for more of your lips.

"spoilin' me," he grumbles once he pulls away, blinking the water from his eyelashes.

you lean in to give him one more kiss with a smile. "mhmm. you're washing your hair though," you assert playfully, reaching for your own shampoo.

he merely grunts his assent and gives your hip a pinch.

by the time you two get out, the water's gone lukewarm and your fingers have gone all pruney.

"you wanting to do anything today? it's your day off," you ask him as you're toweling your hair dry.

katsuki furrows his brow in thought as he applies medicinal salve to his chest scars, rubbing the excess on yours. "i haven't been hiking for a while," he muses. he gives you wry look. "you'd complain the whole time."

"i would not," you protest, shoving his arm lightly.

"would too," he retorts, putting his towel on the rack. "'m gonna make food, whaddya want?"

"i don't eat breakfast," you sing after him.

you hear him groan as he walks to the kitchen. "start!"

smiling to yourself, you take your toothbrush from beside his and do your morning rituals. your heart grows fonder the more you look around and realize how you've made katsuki's place yours as well.

once you've gotten dressed, you pad into the kitchen after katsuki.

"goddamn, kats. you do know the windows are open?" you ask incredulously as you take in the scene before you.

katsuki stands over the stove, still completely naked as he cooks.

he looks at you with a raised brow. "yeah? we're on the penthouse floor, not like anyone's gonna see," he reasons.

"yeah, except hawks," you joke, taking a seat at the bar and resting your chin in your palm. he pauses, expression horrifed, and you burst into laughter.

"don't say that shit, you'll make me paranoid," he growls. you see the way he peeks at the window and you can't stop your chuckles.

by the time breakfast is ready, your body's woken up enough to get hungry, ans your stomach growls loud when katsuki sets omlets and rice out.

"so hiking or no hiking?" you question between bites.

katsuki scoffs and swipes a grain of rice from your cheek with his finger. "another time. i've already showered and don't wanna shower again."

you hum with a nod and keep eating.

he takes a bite, watching you all the while with an unreadable expression. "plus, i can think of other strenuous activities to do on my day off," he suggests, ears a little red but eyes trailing over your form.

your face abruptly runs hot and you cough, looking up at him in surprise. you recover quickly and katsuki watches, slightly amused.

"yeah, hot stuff? so forward," you tease, already reaching for him.

his eyes narrow fondly and he rounds the counter. you slip your arms around his waist and plant a kiss in the center of his chest. your lips trail over his collarbone and up his neck, along his defined jaw, and he shivers a bit. it makes you smile against his skin.

when you kiss him on the mouth, he smiles. "you taste like egg," he whispers.

you shush him with a quiet laugh and he squeezes your thigh, already crowding himself between your legs. "man, cooks me breakfast and wants to bang me? we'll make a house husband of you yet," you mumble against his lips.

he snorts and rubs your noses together. "better get me a fat fuckin' diamond," he grumbles.

you smile and settle your arms over his shoulder, scratching lightly at the back of his head. "anything for you, princess."

if the downstairs neighbors hear katsuki chasing you around for a good five to ten minutes after that, they keep it to themselves.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #bakugou x reader #mha #bnha oneshots #trans katsuki <3 #trans reader #mha x you #mha x trans reader #bnha x you #bnha x trans reader #ripping my hair out i absolutely adore him #sick in the head w thoughts of him <//3

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duxearlier · 1 year

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SAY YOU LOVE ME

Mina ashido x Reader

Synopsis: You and Mina have been dating for a while now, the two of you being the most popular couple in the school. You two loved each other a lot and it seemed like nothing could come between the two. Well that Is until Mina and Ochako start to hang out more. Brushing this off at first, it starts to get more and more noticeable, how your own girlfriend wants to spend time with someone other than you, always canceling plans or changing them to different dates. The final straw was at prom, where Mina was supposed to make it up to you, instead she was seen kissing Ochako.

genre: angst, fluff, social media au, quirks, u.a second year.

taglist: open

warning: swearing, suggestive themes

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dexlexia · 4 months

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hello listeners!

welcome back to 84.5 dex fm! it is currently almost the holidays with days left till the guy in red comes to town. and i have a gift for those at home!

i am opening a discord server for lgbtqia+ creatives! from writers to artists and everything in between! if you make it, we wanna see it. there is also a space for all forms of fan fiction with the ability to ask for new channels based on your series you love!

now the top rules of the server are: you have to be 18+ and no ai art!

but if you want to have a chill, friendly server to spend your holidays and beyond with. then head to this discord or come to my dms to get the link!

if you're a fruit, part of the alphabet mafia, a member of the rainbow community, or are questioning it all then hop on! we'd love to have you!

so happy holidays from dj dex with you every sunday. new updates will be live soon.

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enbyenvy666 · 2 months

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personal pornstar - part 2/? - trans!ver

After your first date with the Pro Hero pair, they invite you to their home, where things get a little spicy and not just from the food.

established!kiribaku x masc!reader part 1 | cis!ver word count - 2.6k

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, eating food, sex work, reader has nipple piercings lol, kirishima doesn't have sex but he's there lmao, swearing, slight size kink themes, possessiveness from bakugo, murder mentioned (characters watch a horror movie), reader has had top surgery and hrt, t dick, afab anatomy (but masculine terminology used like boy cunt etc), no beta we die like men

The giddiness from the date didn’t wear off for days, making work a little more tolerable. But the threat of impending bills had you eager to set up another meeting with the heroes. And they seemed to reciprocate that feeling.

Kirishima would text you daily, having conversations with you that lasted all day, with some input from Bakugo when he felt like chiming in. Sometimes he would send you a selfie of the two of them, Kirishima with his signature bright smile and Bakugo with a scowl. Getting to know both of them made meeting up with them a little less intimidating, so when they invited you out for dinner again, you felt less nervous than last time.

This time dinner would be at their place, which was a nice, two-story home in the suburbs away from the bustling city you were used to listening to at night. Standing at their front door, you took a shaking breath before pressing the doorbell button. You could hear it softly chiming inside the home before the door swung open, revealing Bakugo who scowled when he saw you.

“Don’t you have any other clothes?” He barked. You had worn the same button-up and slacks again because, well, they were your only nice clothes. He dragged you inside and gestured to a pair of slippers by the door. He marched past you to the thin grey wood table near the coat rack which had a bowl for their keys and other little knickknacks. He grabbed to the pristine leather wallet that sat upon it and pulled out some more dollar bills, stuffing them into your hands.

“Here, get yourself something else to wear.”

“I can’t-“ you argued, trying to give him back the money. He shook his head and tried to practically shove it into your pocket. You reached into your other pocket to pull out your wallet which had the change from the taxi money from the last time you saw them.

“I still have this.”

Bakugo took the money he was trying to give you and put it in your wallet before putting it back in your pocket. It was slight but you still noticed the way his hand slid a little further back as if to reach around your thigh to your rear.

“The whole point of this ‘service’ is that we pay you for being with us,” he grumbled as he took your hand, leading you through his home and into the kitchen. The smell of herbs and spices filled the air, making your stomach rumbled and mouth water. Kirishima was standing by the stove, idly stirring whatever was in the frypan so it wouldn’t burn. The redhead smiled when he saw you, quickly moving out of the way as Bakugo stomped to the stove, grumbling about his husband ‘doing it wrong’.

Kirishima retrieved some glasses and a bottle of wine before exiting the cooking area, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passed, walking over to the nearby dining room table. He popped the cork off the wine bottle, making you jump at the sound. He chuckled and apologised as he poured the wine into the glasses. He placed a glass in front of a chair and gestured for you to sit. You quickly complied, taking a sip from the glass. He sat down at the head on the table beside you and once again held your hand on your table, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

He made some small talk, asking how the trip over was and how you had been since you last saw him. You asked him about his work and what being a hero was like, but when you could see the tiredness in his eyes while he answered, you couldn’t help the guilty feeling bubbling up. Just as you felt like the conversation was dying, Bakugo marched over and (somewhat aggressively) placed down three plates of food on the table.

“Hope you like spice,” he smirked, sitting down across from you. Just the scent of spice from your plate was making your throat burn. You could handle spice but this… this seemed extreme. The first bite was bearable, the next a little less so, the third had you sweating. The wine didn’t help to cool your mouth, and eventually, you had to admit you needed some water.

“Aw, can’t handle it?” Bakugo teased but still stood from the table to retrieve a drink for you. He came back with a glass of milk, which you thankfully gulped down. Kirishima’s ruby eyes were trained on your lips and the white, creamy liquid. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze as his cheeks grew pink.

“It took me a while to get used to his cooking,” he chuckled, trying to distract himself. Thanks to several glasses of water and milk, you managed to get through the meal. It was very tasty, you couldn’t deny that, but the heat that came with it was almost unbearable. You attempted to help clean up, but the two heroes wouldn’t let you lift a finger. Even when you argued you were here to provide a service for them, they would just chuckle and tell you to sit down.

After the dishes were cleaned, Kirishima took you by the hand and led you to their lounge room, guiding you to sit on the couch. A movie had already been queued up, some kind of horror movie from the 80s, possibly indie as you didn’t recognise the title. With a hero sat either side of you, the movie began, the soft light from a floor lamp in the corner casting a soft, warm glow through the room.

The movie had a bit of a slower pace, and soon you found Bakugo’s muscular arm around your shoulders, and Kirishima’s large hand on your thigh just above your knee. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, the same smell of cologne intoxicating your senses,

“Y’know, Kats tried this same trick on me when we started dating. Played a scary movie so I would get scared and he would protect me.”

“But you’re a lot braver than I expected,” Bakugo smirked, playing with the baby hairs at the back of your neck, goosebumps rising across your arms. As the movie progressed, it came to the classic sex scene while the masked killer stalked the young couple. The scene was more sensual than what you expected, with lingering shots of beads of sweat running across the mounds and valleys of lean, tan bodies. Sexy music accompanied moans and whimpers, hands groping thighs and breasts.

You had to adjust the collar of your shirt, your whole body growing warm as you watched the scene unfold. A shot of the woman’s face twisted in bliss had you glancing away. To the shelves around the TV, and some of the arty paintings on the wall, until you spotted Bakugo beside you, particularly the rise in his pants between his legs. It appeared that the scene was affecting him too, and maybe the wine made those feelings stronger. Seeing how much enjoyment he was getting from the movie reminded you of why you were here in the first place.

Your palm slid over his thigh, fingertips brushing against the hardness of his crotch. His head snapped down, searching for the source of the soft feeling. Finding you were the source of the gentle touches, he smirked, his arm falling from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. Your gaze flickered between your hand and his face, watching for any reactions that told you to stop. Every time you would palm his cock harder, his eyes would flutter close, and you could just hear the sighs he let out over the increasingly tense music from the movie.

His head lolled back onto the backrest of the couch with a hum, his fingers occasionally twitching against your side. After twisting around to face him, you started to unzip his pants. But he could feel how your hand shook and hesitated, lifting his head to meet your uncertain eyes.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”

“This is what I’m here for, isn’t it?” With his pants unzipped, you wrapped your hand around his cock, the fabric of his underwear still in the way. He cursed under his breath, thighs tensing. He reached over to cup your cheek, pulling you even closer against him so your chest met his.

“Fuck you’re cute,” he muttered before finally kissing you. His lips were softer than you expected, and you could still taste the spice from dinner on his tongue. His cock became impossibly harder in your hand, his underwear growing darker over his tip as you stroked him. He reached down, his hand roughly groping your ass, hand perfectly fitting the fatty globe. You gasped into his lips, drawing out a chuckle from Kirishima.

“Don’t play too rough Kats,” he warned light-heartedly, his larger hand stroking your back as if trying to soothe you. Bakugo parted his lips from you, and stared at you with hooded eyes, waiting for a response.

“I don’t mind,” you whispered, receiving a toothy smirk from him. With a rough push, he had you on your back on your couch, your head on Kirishima’s lap. Bakugo started to unbutton his shirt, and you quickly did the same, albeit with shaking hands. The cooler air made goosebumps rise on your now bare torso. Bakugo’s crimson eyes stared down at your chest, his tongue running over his lip.

“That’s fuckin’ hot.” You felt your heart sink at his words. This was all going so well, he couldn’t be a chaser, could he? He reached down, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your nipple before gently playing with the metal balls at either end of the bar piercing the bud. Your anxiety washed away, realising his fixation was transfixed on your nipple piercings, rather than the scars that ran along the underside of your chest. While your nipples were mostly numb, there were occasional pleasureful sparks from his touches.

With your legs around his hips, Bakugo helped you remove your pants and underwear, pushing his own down as well, just enough to reveal his cock to your prying eyes. Feeling it was one thing, but seeing it was another, and it looked way bigger than you were expecting. Long, with veins running along the sides, pearls of precum glinting in the light of the TV.

Stroking your smaller cock between the knuckles of his forefinger and middle finger forced gasps and whimpers out of you, gripping the couch cushion in one hand and Kirishima’s knee in the other to ground yourself. Your toes curled as he stroked you, feeling your hole becoming slicker by the second.

“Your cock sensitive baby?” He teased, the thumb of his other hand teasing your entrance, coating the digit in your fluid.

“Mhm,” you moaned, lip pinned between your teeth as your back arched, his fingers finally slipping inside you while he continued to stroke your T dick. You couldn’t stop the flurry of moans he pulled out of you with each stroke inside and outside of you. Three of his fingers thrust inside your tight hole, your slickness coating his fingers down to the knuckles. Retracting his fingers from your spongey walls, you mewled sadly as he also let go of your cock. Kirishima laid his hand on your cheek, thumb soothingly rubbing over the warm skin to comfort you.

Using your slick fluid left on his fingers, Bakugo coated in cock with it before lining up his tip to your boycunt. But he hesitated, one hand holding your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Even with his pupils blown wide with lust, there was a seriousness in his eyes, like he was ready to stop at a moment's notice.

“Yes,” you whispered while nodding. With your consent, he slowly thrust himself inside you. Feeling his head pop inside of you made you flinch, he was a lot bigger than you were used to. He stretched you to fit him perfectly, slowly pulling his hips away before thrusting back in quickly. It hurt, a slight soreness accompanying each thrust but it was quickly overtaken by pleasure that made your body tingle.

“Bakugo~” you whimpered when he gripped the underside of your thighs, pushing them further apart so he could thrust his cock deeper inside.

“Katsuki,” he corrected, thrusting faster and harder till your eyes were rolling back.

“Call me Katsuki or I’ll fuck you till you forget your name.”

“Katsuki,” you moaned, even though his threat sounded intriguing. Kirishima continued to gently stroke your face and play with your hair, softly cooing down at you while his husband fucked you like he couldn’t resist you. Even as your fingernails dug into his leg, he still touched you calmly. Katsuki was balls deep inside you with every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs echoing through the room, drowning out the screams of the people being murdered in the movie.

He moaned unabashedly, your back arching as you felt a coil start to tighten in your stomach, your walls tightening around his cock at the same time.

“Gonna cum pretty boy?”

With hearts in your eyes, you nodded quickly, unlatching your death grip on the couch cushion to stroke your T dick, bringing you that much closer to bliss. Katsuki’s brow was knitted as his thrusts grew erratic, hips barely falling into a rhythm as he chased his high. Tighter and tighter, the coil finally snapped, making you call his name in pleasure. The way your walls clamped down around him brought him to his orgasm, painting your insides white. His shallow thrusts pushed his seed deeper inside you as if to claim you as his.

Curses flew from his gritted teeth, hips finally stilling, balls deep inside you. Releasing the grip on your thighs, he steadied himself on the couch as he panted, leaning down to press a passion-fueled kiss to your lips. Kirishima’s hand finally left your face, instead gently pushing Katsuki’s hair back from his damp forehead. The blonde sat back up, sitting on his shins as he gripped your hip to keep you still. With gently coaxing, Kirishima got you to let go of his leg so he could stand up, lifting your head off his lap. Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath, Katsuki already breathing normally. Damn, that pro-hero stamina.

Kirishima returned, and upon seeing him, Katsuki slowly pulled his softening cock out of your stuffed hole, dragging a whimper from you with it. Kirishima handed a wet cloth to Katsuki, which he used to clean himself with. A second cloth was pressed between your legs, the coldness making you gasp and flinch.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Kirishima said with a pouty smile, quickly but gently cleaning you.

“Cold,” you whimpered, mind still in a haze. He chuckled softly, removing the rag once he was done. Katsuki stood from the couch, pulling up his pants and underwear, retrieving your tossed-aside clothes. Sitting up, you started buttoning your shirt as you were handed your underwear and pants. The movie had ended long ago, left on the title screen as it had been forgotten. Pulling your pants up and finding your phone still in your pocket, you pulled it out and checked the time. Shit, it was late. With hurried goodbyes, you left their warm, comforting home to go back to your dingy apartment. ------

a/n - first smut ahhhhh, please tell me if there's any ways i can improve! also the fic name is a bludnymph song, hopefully i'll figure out how to link it eventually lol

#bnha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x male reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha x trans reader #x trans male reader #gay #poly kiribake x male reader #poly kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x reader #bakugo x trans reader #kirishima x trans reader

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hydroj1ns · 1 year

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all might boobs

18+ (big) all might x gn! reader; as in the title, nipple clamps, no penetration, reader is kinda dom (but it switches up at the end), boobs, lactation mention (im going crazy), breasts, not proofread

He’s never had his nipples sucked before; its a foreign feeling to him. At first, it doesn’t really make him feel anything, its really just for your pleasure. But then you pull out the vibrating nipple clamps, the red rubber handles unworn and still shiny. They clamp down hard onto his cute brown nubs and he flinches, surprised and wondering where the hell you got these. They hurt, but in a good way. His cheeks grow warm as you use the remote to turn the vibration to its medium setting.

You sit up from the mattress and grab some handcuffs from the bedside drawer. You guide him to adjust so that his hands are pinned to the bedframe from the wrist restraints and his bulky body is sitting and positioned at a 120 degree angle. As you grab some extra pillows to prop up behind his back so that he’s comfortable, he senses that you’re leaving and asks, “where are you going?”

“I’m going to do some work at the office for a bit, dunno when I’ll be back,” you reply, shrugging noncommittally. “but when I come back, I’d better see that you’re still cuffed to the bed.” Sweetly, you add, “okay, honey?” with a smile.

Yagi gives you a nervous smile back, the heat rising in his cheeks and beads of sweat starting to form at the back of his neck. The vibrating continues as you close the bedroom door behind you.

Little does he know though, that you simply relocated to the guest bedroom next door, taking the remote with you. you turn on your web-drama, earbuds in so that he doesn’t know you’re still in the house. Twenty minutes into the episode, you decide to increase the vibration of the nipple clamps from the remote laying next to you, effectively turning it to its highest setting. Removing your earbuds and pressing your ear to the wall, you hear strained grunts through the walls. With a growing smirk on your face, you think, how cute.

After you finish your drama, you return to Yagi and are immediately greeted by the sign of his handsome face contorted into one of desperation and neediness. His mouth is open and there is drool escaping the corner of his mouth. His head is slouched against the pillows that were once behind his back. Proud, you notice that the clamps are still securely fastened to his nipples. He looks absolutely ruined. Your eyes trail down his well-sculpted torso and finally arrive at his crotch. The tent in his sweatpants is unmistakable, and so is the large wet spot at the tip of it.

You feel his eyes follow your every move as you make your way towards the bed and crawl towards his figure. You take your time appreciating him as your hand starts against the top of his sternum and moves down the in-between of his pecs. The cold of your fingers against his warm skin make him shiver. You gently tug on one of the nipple clamps, drawing a startled whimper from the man. The smirk on your face is impossible to hide as you move your face closer to his and feel the warmth in his pants. Your hand continue this appreciation down his defined abs until finally you’re at the waistband of his joggers, making his breath hitch.

He looks up at you through his long blonde lashes with his cerulean eyes that you adore so much. He begs silently like this, like he isn’t the strongest man in the world (you are his weakness).

All Might always wins. Your hands slowly unwrap this tantalizing present in front of you. His cock strains against the black material of his boxers, and you take your finger to swipe at the substance gathering at the tip. He holds your gaze as you bring the finger to your mouth and taste the tangy precum on your tongue. If his face couldn’t get redder, it does now.

Impatient now, you strip down the boxers confining the girthy cock that immediately springs up and slaps against his abdomen, leaving some residue on the skin there. He hisses, feeling the cold air.

You almost drool at the sight, but manage to maintain your composure. Feeling merciful, you wrap both your hands around the length and begin jerking him. Your index finger teases his slit drawing a deep groan from him, “so good...”

Your eyes never leave his face, gauging every slight reaction from the huge man. You yank the vibrating clamps off his nipples and he knocks his sweaty forehead against yours, suddenly releasing all over your hands.

His sticky forehead leaves yours and open-mouthed, he kisses your mischievous smile. You open your mouth to meet his warm tongue, feeling his tired huffs. You break from each other and grin at him. You hear wood splinter and metal chains snap as you are pushed down into the soft mattress and suddenly, you are looking up at Yagi’s own smirk, “We aren’t done here.”

I guess some pleasures can be learned.

(RAHHHHH)

notes: elp i can’t stop thinking about yagi’s huge tits like bruh (im losing it) I WANT TO BURY MY FACE IN THERE SO BAD grrrrr i need to motorboat it and suckle on it i just know milk would come out and it would taste so good and creamy (me personally i would dribble it into my coffee thats just me tho)

#yagi toshinori x reader #yagi toshinori #all might #all might x you #all might x reader #all might x y/n #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x gender neutral reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #x male reader #mha x you #bnha x trans reader #bnha x gn!reader #hydroj1ns thirsts

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meltedheartz · 2 months

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thinking about ftm!reader and mean!izuku who thinks it's so cute how they just can't defend themselves against him :((

tw : college!au, dub-con, condescension, mild bullying (in a way), chubby reader, reader wears glasses, reader's a bit of a loser, dacryphilia, creampie, no protection (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), mating press, izuku's a whore for reader, praise and petnames, don't care how big you are cuz izu's bigger, gn pronouns used :3

word count : wrote this on a whim, so i honestly don't know..

it starts when you accidentally bump into him, stumbling back yet he was barely even startled. you apologize profusely, and izuku just waves you off at first.

you think it's rude, before rushing off to wherever you were trying to get too—forgetting about it.

but izuku spots you around that coffee shop near the campus, sees you in the hallways with books nearly stumbling from your arms, watches as you take notes as the professor speaks.

a couple of people whisper about you, how you never bother speaking to anyone, and how nervous you seem when someone approaches you.

it's like cornering a bunny, izuku thinks when he decides to speak to you.

well, it's more like being passive aggressive than actually conversing.

"wow, you're soo smart. you must be real fun to be around, huh? your voice is really high pitched, are you sure you're alright?"

you tell him to stop being a dickhead, if he doesn't wanna be around, he doesn't have to be. izuku waves you off and laughs, says you're like a startled animal that thinks it's intimidating, and it makes you frown.

"you're an ass," you poke at his chest, before picking up your bag and adjusting your glasses.

"hm? where are you going?" izuku pointedly ignores your insult, but it feels more ticklish than insulting or hurtful.

you ignore him right back, attempting to storm out of his dorm room. of all the people you get to work with, you get paired with him. it's annoying—more an inconvenience, than anything.

izuku watches as tears well up behind those clear rims you wear, sees the furrow in your eyebrow and nearly laughs at it, wants to call you a crybaby for it; just like everyone used to do to him.

he can sort of see why they did it, and when it comes down to someone as soft and quiet as you, it's nearly impossible to resist.

"we're not done with either of our parts. you don't need help on yours?"

when you don't answer, izuku takes it upon himself to grab you hard enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt. it causes a slight discomfort, makes your breathing stutter a bit as you sniffle and try to pull away—but you physically can't.

izuku speaks again, looming over you with a small scowl. "why are you ignoring me? i thought you wanted to get this done, what happened to that?"

you just wanna slap him for asking that. he knows the answer — knows exactly what he did wrong and why you got fed up.

"let go of me. i'll work on my part by myself, dickweed."

"nuh-uh, that's not fair to either of us, is it?" izuku coos, grabbing your bag for you and tossing it onto the futon he has sitting just a little bit away.

you sniffle again, more tears welling up and threatening to tip over and down onto your chubby cheeks, and you can't even wipe them away cuz you're arguing with such an asshole.

you seem so frustrated and angered, but he knows that instead of yelling, you cry. it's pathetic, makes him wanna bite your cute face and boop your nose just to see you sniffle some more.

"you mad at me?" izuku asks, tugging you back into the small apartment that you stupidly decided to visit to get your joint assignment done.

"this is stupid — let me go, midoriya." he frowns at that, his grip loosening just a bit before it tightens again.

he clicks his tongue and drags you right back to his room, with all the superhero posters and expensive collectors items that can't be found anywhere else.

izuku sits you down but doesn't let you go—hasn't let go of your arm since he got a hold of it. "what happened to calling me by my name?"

"that is your name," you snark back. you watch as his eyes narrow a bit and he makes his way on to the bed, looming over you.

you feel.. small. it's not like you were ever bigger than him, he goes to the gym more times a week than you can keep track of and is over 6'0" — of course you aren't bigger than him.

"don't get smart with me honey. you know you don't wanna do that." izuku sighs and makes you lay down, and you feel your heartbeat speed up as your eyes widen.

you struggle and squirm, but he just smiles and puts more of his weight on you, making it near impossible to even move.

"m-midoriya—"

"izuku. say it," he breathes out, tucking his face into the crook of your neck almost forcefully.

he hears you hiccup, sees as the tears flow over and how your eyes get all glassy—all doe-eyed and he laughs.

"izuku, get off me—" you try to move again, you feel the grip around your wrist tighten more and it feels more and more uncomfortable as it does.

"i love you. you're so cute, what would you have done if it was someone else on top of you? hm?" izuku raises his head to look at you, and feels bad.

feels that guilt of actually making you cry, seeing how scared you are of him. "ah-ah, shh. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you upset, okay?"

that doesn't make the tears stop, but izuku thinks it's fine. the apology sounds genuine—more genuine than the usual sarcastic 'sorry' he gives you, more genuine than the mean laughs he gives you after making you throw a crumbled paper ball at him.

"i hate you, you're s-so mean," you hiss, wanting to kick and scream at him.

you feel the hold he has on your wrists loosen, but he doesn't let go entirely. but it's more than enough for you to wriggle free.

izuku smiles again, "i know. i know, 'm sorry."

the words that leave his mouth make you hiccup and stare at him, the typical scowl you always give izuku on your lips.

"you never show that you're actually sorry." you sniffle, and have to move to wipe the onslaught of tears the stumble down your pretty face.

izuku pauses when you say that, eyes grazing over your face before he lights up.

"how about i prove it, would that make you feel better?"

"s-slow down—"

"mgh—s-sorry," izuku gasps, but doesn't make any move to slow down, hips stuttering into yours as he watches you shake and clutch at the sheets.

it's been a little over thirty minutes, you think, but you're not sure. it's not like you can think when you can feel izuku's pretty cock all the way in your tummy—making sure you know he's actually sorry.

he spent all his time before this slurping at your pretty cunt, fingering you to completion as he sucked at your cute clit and made sure you felt good.

even now, izuku was trying to make sure you felt as good as you possibly could with him, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust into you.

"love you s'much, soo soft n pretty-" izuku whines, kissing you all sloppily yet so lovingly.

it makes you clench up around him, trying to close your legs but you jus can't because of the mean mating press he has you in.

"such a good boy for me, yeah?" the words paired with his dick stirring up your guts make you wail.

it's almost too much, but it's not enough as you cream around his cock—a milky white ring forming at the base of it as he pants and gasps right next to your ear.

he pounds a little faster—a little harder before his thrusts get sloppier and nearly lose rhythm. you can barely see his face without your glasses and the tears blurring your vision further.

but izuku makes sure that you can hear him good and well as he moans and whines, feeling the blunt tip press against your cervix as though it never wants to leave.

"shit, shit— 'm cumming," he gives short little thrusts as he does, cumming harder than he has in months just knowing that he finally has you.

you're both sweaty and you feel a little icky, embarrassed at all the crying you did. izuku kisses you—softer than he did before, wiping some hair from your face as he does.

"love you." izuku mutters. he doesn't care if you don't say it back, just as long as you know he loved you at the very least.

"i love you too."

A/N ; i haven't written smut or anything in MONTHS. i hope this is good in some parts, it's very rushed and not well thought outt :((

b4 anyone asks, minors are allowed to interact with my account. i don't care, as long as you aren't under 15. i fully understand that you guys have hormones, and the "minors dni" thing is straight bullshit to me. luv you guys, i will be making an account intro, but it won't be anytime soon cuz i'm lazy.. ＼(≧▽≦)／

#heartz.png #heartz.png files #izuku midoriya smut #midoriya izuku smut #izuku smut #deku smut #midoriya smut #bnha smut #mha smut #mha #bnha #midoriya izuku x reader #male reader #trans reader #poc reader #izuku x male reader #midoriya x male reader #midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x you

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vrisrezis · 1 year

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General hcs for ur Bnha favs and a trans s/o (bonus points for trans Bnha hcs u have lol)

YASSSSSSSSS anyways I’m here for the transfem hcs I’m sorry . It’s always my preference since I have a trans gf LOL <3 I love transmasc hcs too ofc tho

Tw since I mention some .. “parental” figures being transphobic

Also when I say aka I just mean that the hc is they changed their name to whatever new name I put .

Katsuki - Aka Suki she/her transfem

She’s always supportive of a trans s/o, a lot of her support would be shown through helping you pick outfits out. She has a really good fashion sense so she’s able to help out regardless of gender, and it’s easy for her to recognize what clothes would make you the most comfortable. She’s good at a lot of fashion shit, hair, hats, etc she’s got it down.

Izuku - Aka izumi she/her transfem

Much more vocal than suki would be about being supportive. Always makes you feel valid in your identity and nobody has the right to make you feel bad about yourself because of it. Shes much more into positive affirmations when it comes to how you identify. She knows for some it’s hard to believe but she will do everything in her power to make sure you believe it and to make sure you’re content with yourself.

Touya - aka Dabi she/they transfem and non binary

Dabi knows what it’s like to be treated like shit for how you identify so she truly sympathizes with you. They’re always there for you though, and is also really patient when it comes to you coming out. It’s really a different experience when your both criminals, but she will burn anybody to a crisp that tries to make you feel like shit for how you identify. She knows how to do piercings, tattoos, etc so if it helps you feel more gender euphoria she’s glad to assist.

Tenko - aka tomura she/it transfem and non binary

It always listens to you when you wanna vent about anything, she understands tbh. Even her supposed caretaker isn’t the most accepting of how it identifies, but she’s at a point in her life where it could care less. However she wants you to be comfortable. Not the best with good clothing but had toga to help out with that. Really just a good listener and being a person that can truly understand you.

Himiko she/her transfem

Toga is sooo accepting and really great at helping you transition and with your fashion sense. Doesn’t matter who it is, she’s so quick to threaten if anyone makes the grave mistake of misgendering you, on purpose or not she does not take that lightly in the slightest. Especially since she knows what it was like for both her and big sis magne.

Rumi she/her transfem

If your nervous about coming out, miruko will detect it quickly and makes you wonder why you were even nervous in the first place. She can be overwhelming with her support, but she means well. Always going out her way to buy you things that she thinks would look super cute on you and would affirm your gender identity, she is patient with you for once in her life as well lmao. She’s all kinds of good when it comes to you and how you identify.

Fuyumi transfem she/her

So sweet to you, she makes you feel so comfortable and makes sure you know to take your time with things. It’s okay to not come out to everyone right away, or at all if it’s for safety reasons. She’s always there for you, and she loves you always. This simply doesn’t change a thing. Is happy to help you out if you need advice on how to transition. There’s no proper way, anyhow.

Shouto she/her transfem (I feel like she’d keep her name)

Accepting of course. I think she doesn’t see it as a big deal but she’s of course going to support you and any needs you may have. She’s not knowledgeable on a lot of gender identities outside of being trans, non binary or genderfluid so any other identity needs to be explained but she learns very quickly. She’s also a great listener when you want to vent.

Mina transfem she/her

So loving and accepting, she’s so excited to help you transition in any way you want. But please tell her if she’s rushing you, she gets in over her head and gets wayyy too excited about helping you out. It’s just that transitioning made her so happy and made her into a person she likes, and she wants you to have that confidence about yourself too!

Ejirou transmasc he/him

Very supportive as always, no surprise there. He’s loving and does everything in his power to help you transition and feel more confident in yourself. Will refrain from calling you manly if it makes you uncomfortable because he loves you so much and never wants you to feel bad about yourself.

Denki non binary he/they

Such a supportive boyfriend wow, always there to lift your confidence up. More masculine, they will match with you. More feminine? Same deal. You’re always supportive of their dresses and skirts, of course he’s supportive of you and every choice you make. Pretty bad fashion sense though, only reason they have it decent is because of their mother lol.

Kyoka transmasc non binary he/him

He is supportive and has a sick fashion sense so he can always help you out. Always there for good support, and he and momo help you out a lot. Denki too tbh lol. He’s also good at listening and helping you get your frustrations out through scream singing lol.

Fumikage transmasc non binary they/them

They’re good at listening, as well as giving banger ass advice on dealing with people and dealing with some “inner demons” and they’re always a good person to vent to about things. They like picking out goth clothes for you.

Hanta he/they/it genderfluid

So helpful, the kinda guy to make jokes about you both being trans too LOL they can’t help it… it’s funny … but other than jokes from time to time sero does take your identity seriously, but man it’s just not good at fashion. Or even good at advice really. But a good person to lean on when you have nobody else.

Hawks she/her transfem

She’s a good support system, and rich enough to get you any surgery, any clothes, any estrogen (I forget the male version but that too LOL) she’s extremely helpful and kind about it. And so very patient with you about it cause she knows how hard it is being trans. But she will always protect you, in the end.

Neito transmasc he/him

He may be the worst but he’s still good enough to support his love, he’s not transphobic and has always been so supportive with you about things even when he’s not vocal about it. Has a horrible fashion sense but insists he can help you with it and he has better taste in fashion than you do, lol,

Shouta transfem non binary they/she

Aizawa is supportive obviously. Tries to help you and be there for you, they typically will opt for others helping you fashion wise since she’s not the best, but other than that is actually really helpful and gives good advice.

Tamaki non binary transfem they/she

Tries to support you but has horrible fashion sense, leaves that to nejire and mirio. They help out with your transition with other things. Whether it he listening to you vent or trying to make you feel affirmed in your identity.

Nejire transfem she/her

So loudly openly supportive . She has good intentions tho. She just love you a lot and she’s so happy you’ve come out and she wants to help you any way that she can help you even if it’s only a little bit lol.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x trans reader

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hollowtakami · 15 days

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content: NSFW + MDNI! face riding, g/n reader w/ afab anatomy, just throwing my keigo hcs into the hellsite /pos

a/n: tysm for all the love on my posts + new followers! im feeling a lot better now and have a flow for work/tumblr balance! gonna be posting imagines/short fics more than anything too big, but i hope to post more soon:)

Keigo has a big nose, and you can’t tell me otherwise. And fuck, he’s so handsome.

His features are nothing short of heaven for the eyes; a soft smile, eyes that turn hearts to goo and a handsome beak of a nose.

Some people think that big noses are unattractive, but Keigo’s partner is different. They worship every part of him. He was made so perfectly, an angel in disguise.

When you’re riding his face, his tongue teasing your tight hole, your clit brushes against his nose as you rock your hips over his chin. His stubble scratches your labia just right. Every part of Keigo overstimulates you perfectly as you jolt into orgasm, a whimpering mess as you buck into your boyfriend’s mouth as he eats your orgasm, face slick with his reward.

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 1 year

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❝ Just like that, baby ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader | AU, Dabi works as a body piercer, probably inaccurate description of getting pierced | nsfw, smut, p**n with some plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: daddy kink, spit fixation (?), fingering, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, degradation, squirting, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

[ artwork is by @COooGA_ & here's the link to the piece. Please be aware that their content is very dark, do not send them any hate - viewer discretion is advised ]

"Are you shitting me?" Tomura's lips split into a Cheshire smile - his dry lips looking painful enough that it almost made Dabi feel pity. Almost. "You know I never play when it comes to making your life miserable, baby," the pale-haired man sang, cackling as Dabi reached over to swipe the iPad out of his hands. "You're a fuckin' asshole, I got plans tonight!" Dabi's seething made Tomura roll his eyes, turning the screen towards himself as he leans his hip on the counter. "You think I don't know that you're just gonna get your dick wet? The Boy Toy Club again? Really?" those deep magenta-coloured eyes nearly turn into nothing but a speck of red on white as Tomura continues his cackling. Sighing, he runs his hands down his face while he settles on the couch of their parlour's waiting room. Dabi picks at his ripped jeans, inked hands adorned with silver rings curl into fists as his jaw clenches, but Dabi groans as he tosses his head back. "How?" his curt tone makes Tomura damn near giggle. "Toga, she said you dropped the club's condom while taking out your phone." Of course that little fart-face told on him. Dabi couldn't even find himself to be pissed as he runs his hair through his hair, worsening its dishevelled state. "At least I'm not some loser who games his weekends away playing some virgin ass video game and has e-sex -" "Hello?" Both of their heads turn to the door where Dabi's customer stood. You shifted your weight around as they blinked owlishly at the sight of you. "Hey," Dabi gruffs out which earns a cocked brow from yourself. "The fu - I thought I told Spinner to replace the batteries to the sensor" Tomura mutters though he abandons the thought as he comes out of the U-shaped glass counters and motions for Dabi to get off his ass with a glare. You were beginning to doubt your friend's recommendation of this place. They'd been raving and praising the place, as if the Greek Gods had come down themselves to tattoo and pierce mere mortals. The sight before you was anything but...the two men before you were openly sneering at each other as the dark-haired one snatches the iPad from his coworker's hands. "I made an appointment at 9 PM and your Instagram says you're opened until 10 PM...?" The door closes behind you and the cool AC makes you shrug your jacket over your shoulders. The interior of the store was simplistic and with the smell of paint still lingering you figured they must've just upgraded it. The floors were glossy concrete covered with distressed Persian rugs. Like the glass counter, the coffee tables were also glass (the overhead lights exposing every little fingerprint) and framed with steel. It was all cold-looking. Although, the splashes of tattoo designs on the walls along with the Majesty Palm in the corners of the red-bricked walls warm up the space just enough for it to feel inviting. The neon sign above the low couch - where Dabi just lifted himself off - read "Villains Hideout" which bathed the waiting area in the ever-shifting colours of white, blues, purples and pinks. It bathes the moody man in those colours as well. If it weren't for the scowl on his face or the way his jaw clenches you could have admired his tatted-up skin, the way his ruffled-up inky black hair softened his edginess up along with how nice his silver piercings shone and decorated him.

Hah, who were you kidding? The way he clicks his tongue makes heat travel to your groin. Your friends had always shaken their heads at your taste in men. You always liked the ones that looked like they hated everyone in the world though you'd sigh a wistful "except me" that just makes all your friends give concerned glances to each other. So, you drink up his exposed arms and the teasing glimpses of his torso from the opening of the sleeveless, oversized, tee he was wearing. There was some rock band's logo at the front and you tried to see what it was - that was your defence when Dabi had suddenly called out your name...for the third time. "Huh?" Tomura wasn't in the room and your ears warmed as Dabi stared at you expectantly.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), that's your name, right?" You nod frantically. He briefly eyes you but gestures to the curtain door with his chin. "The last room down the hall, Tomura's setting it up. He's the ass - the guy with the blue hair" he scrolls down the screen and then huffs in amusement. Your eyes meet. Wow, you thought, his eyes are super blue. "A tongue piercing?" his smirk makes you wonder if he's just as mean in bed as his demeanour is. The lopsided grin on your face makes him take in how you were just his type. "Why? That's too hard for you?" an upside-down grin crawls on his face as he exhales through his nose. "Go, I'll be there in a minute", it seemed as though there was something else he'd like to add at the end of that sentence. A purr of a nickname maybe. But Tomura was still in the store and Dabi, although a crude and usually impatient man, felt himself squirming in anticipation as you walked past him. Since your jacket was now snuggly around your shoulders, the cropped length gave Dabi a peek at the expanse of your back. The condoms in his back pocket seemingly warmed up as Dabi chuckled from where he stood, just as eager as he was. Guess he was getting his dick wet after all.

Tomura greets you as he's wiping down the leather seats of the black chair. You return it with a smile, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you take a quick look inside the room. "Small room" your remark makes Tomura snort, shaking his head. "It's Dabi's unofficial spot" "Dabi? That's the guy's name?" Tomura nods, electing to not tell a complete stranger - and customer - that it was his chosen name. Or tell him that Dabi was related to a VERY rich man that he estranged from for reasons unknown (despite their years-long friendship). "He's a little rough around the edges" It almost sounds like a warning to your brain. It must be considering the glance Tomura gives - as if checking your expressions closely. "But he's good at what he does and we're sorta short staffed at night" Toga and Spinner were still apprentices. He couldn't make 'em stay all night here. (Tomura could but he'd rather die than admit he has a soft spot for those weirdos). You wave away his concerns, reassuring him you don't mind. Tomura focuses on wiping the seat down but his eyes linger on the flesh of your hips that were exposed from the backless body suit you were wearing. Paired with a pair of black pants and cropped faux fur lined jacket with a pair of boots - you looked like you weren't heading home after this. He prods. "Tongue piercing's are pretty straightforward, healing is a bit of an ass though" you laugh softly, nodding. "I heard, can't eat much for a week or so, right?" "Yeah, when I got mine I also couldn't stop fuckin' drooling" You laugh with your eyes squinted in amusement. He wants to ask about your plans after, to tell you that despite alcohol being a disinfectant it wasn't a wise choice to be downing shots at a club with a fresh tongue piercing. But he hears your breath hitch and the smell of smoky cologne enters the room. Dabi stands behind you, grinning as he places one hand on the top of the doorway making you feel smaller than him. "Jesus, Tomura, how long does it take ya' to sanitize the room" The man gives him the finger and you glance at Dabi's long legs as he walks in. "I'm only doing this because of you, you ungrateful donkey" The insult catches you off-guard. You hide your chuckles by pretending to cough, clearing your throat after. Eventually, Tomura leaves. He tells Dabi something about closing the store up properly and after a few more insults between them his footsteps fade away to the staff room, then out the hallway and finally out the entrance. By the time that happens, you're already seated and your jacket draped over an empty chair. Dabi's putting on gloves, the expanse of his shoulder and back makes your hungry eyes drink him in. The mirror in front of him makes it easier for you to see his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. But it makes it harder for you to avert your eyes when his electrifyingly blue ones meet you in the reflection. "You look good" You rub at your elbows, smiling coyly as you murmur thanks. He turns, instruments laid out on some sort of cart that he simply pushes with a gentle push of his boots. Then he settles on the round chair and inches closer. Even while seated he seems to tower over you. "Headin' out?" "Nah, just met up with a friend" Dabi's eyes zero in on your collarbones. Your top was one with a halter neck showing off that beautiful saccharine canvas of (S/C) that was littered in red, pink, and purple. "Just a friend?" His tone is playful and your fingers ache from not being able to caress up those toned arms sitting mere inches from you. "...With a few benefits"

Dabi feels himself getting excited. He hands you a paper cup full of mouthwash. "Rinse for 10 seconds then just spit it back in the cup" You do as you're asked and as you begin sloshing around the bright blue liquid your thoughts wonder if those gloves would feel good as they grip your thighs. He's faced away again as he's prepping to mark your tongue. He's pretty sure he should feel ashamed for finding the way your spit connects from the rim of the cup to your lips hot but Dabi has long abandoned shame. "Sloppy little boy, aren't ya?" He watches your face to see any signs of discomfort, ready to back off if you so much as gave him a confused expression. He feels his semi-hard boner twitching as you wet your lips and give him a boyish grin, handing the cup back. "Nobody's ever complained before, they like it sloppy". "Stick your tongue out," You open your mouth, wet muscle glistening under the lights as it covers your lower lip. He dries it with a tissue, smirking as your tongue twitches at the light pressure. "Just like that, baby"

Oh fuck, your thighs are pressing together and you've no control over it. He's got your tongue in his hold, leaning over you as he attempts to find the right placement. You see him furrow his brows again, sharp planes of his face making you gulp. Closer, a feverish voice pleads in your head, get him closer. Dabi eyes your hand as it places itself on his knee. "Nervous?" You shake your head and he quirks a brow as you tug at the hole in his jeans. You motion to your lap, patting it like he was some sort of call girl. He's beginning to like you more and more. The seat creaks with your combined weight but Dabi's on your lap and he's humming as your fingers slide up the back of his thighs and his hips. His crotch is bumping against yours and your eyes goddamn flutter at the very obvious tent. You feel cool metal and Dabi won't admit it but it is easier to do his job from this angle. He adjusts himself on your lap and you reach up his shirt, he pays it no mind and the taste of bland ink blooms on your tongue making you whine in a displeased manner. "Oh can it, you brat" Dabi chuckles, "I know you want something else but bear with it". He lifts your tongue with the clamp, nodding to himself as he ensures he isn't going to pierce through any nerves. He tells you to breathe through it, not to hold your breath and you can see him moving around a bit to grab the needle. The point of the needle makes a tremor go through your hands and Dabi moves his hips making you grip him tighter. He sure knows how to distract someone - "Big breath in" There's pressure, slight but there, "Big breath out". The needle goes through with nothing but a twinge in your brows and a near-bruising grip on his hips. As you peek your eyes up at Dabi through your lashes, he stares right back with a grin full of teeth and eyes glowing in pride. "Good boy, lift your chin up" You can feel drool slip past your lips and down the cork under your tongue. Dabi brings the piercing into view and you flutter your eyes close but he's suddenly tapping your cheek with the back of his hands. "Eyes on me, pretty thing".

He would've wrapped up the process anyways (duh, you're a paying customer) but you were so obedient just following his commands like some sort of lost puppy he felt his hands getting clammy. God, he was going to enjoy wrecking you. He slides the barbell through and fixes it into place. "S'fuckin' pretty" he lets your tongue hang out as he suddenly pulls away from your lap. He walks to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, tossing his gloves away as he pulls out a can of Asahi beer. You're perplexed but the growing wetness on your underwear makes you content in watching him. He takes a mouthful, places the can down, wears new gloves and settles on your lap again. He's tilting your head, moving you like you're some sort of doll. He leans in and though you're convinced you're the horniest you've ever been in your whole life you hope he isn't going to make out with you. He doesn't, much to your confused-disappointment. Instead, he leans in close enough for your lips to touch only to pour the beer right on your tongue and down your throat. It's a steady flow, it stings like hell but the grip on your chin makes you immobile. So you gulp it down, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you attempt to swallow everything he's giving to you. He's watching every minute detail. The glow of determination in your eyes, the flush cheeks, the sheen of sweat on your temple, the way beer and spit dribble down your chin. He finishes and Dabi leans into your ear. He envies whoever had pierced the beautifully shaped lobes and cartilages, a part of him wanting to mark you with more of his works instead. His teeth on your lobe earn him a squeeze on his ass, and his large hand slithers down to wrap around your throat. "Can't kiss ya' on the lips but I'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rather I kiss, hm?" You nod much to his chagrin. Dabi does a quick once-over on your tongue as he guides it back between your lips but when he makes a move to get his gloves off you whine. Can't really speak much now, your tongue's still tingly and you know it's going to swell soon enough. But as Ursula mentioned, don't underestimate the power of body language (and a few whiny moans). "You want these on?" You nod. "You got a fetish for PVC?" He sounds like he's mocking you so you glare as you wipe the wetness from your chin. He's off you again, laughing at your pout that disappears when your ankles are grabbed and you're sliding down until your legs are hanging off the seat and he's over you. He unbuckles his belt one-fucking-handed. Your cunts practically weeping a waterfall for him. "Show me what I wanna see, baby" he watches your fingers deftly unzip your pants, the adorable shimmy of your hips as you squeeze out of them (he assists but only after snickering like an asshole), then you unzip your bodysuit very appropriate crotch access and finally he sees his prize. "Fuck" your hips cant away as he palms your crotch "You're fucking dripping". The casual way he pushes your underwear to the side makes your heart double in speed, he's staring at your cunt like a starved man. He dips past your folds, sliding up until he reaches your little dick. "Your ‘friend’ must've done a shit job" he said "Your dick's still ready to go" he strokes it, pushing the hood down with those slicked-up gloves and it has you gasping as you arch into his touch. "Your friend should've known better than let a slut like you leave without being thoroughly satisfied or else ya' gonna end up like this, being used like a common whore"

He slips you out of your pants and removes his top. God, he is tatted up. You let your eyes take in as much detail as you can. His hands were inked with all sorts of designs - you figured he started there from how old a few designs looked. But the ones on his neck are deliciously crisp and it was an intricate piece that went all the way down his chest. You wonder what his back looks like. There were swirls of Japanese clouds motif on his shoulder - a sneak peek of the intricate traditional tattoo on his back of red, black and white dragons breathing out blue flames. He snaps you back into reality as he spreads your legs open. "Don't even need to lube you up" he slips two of his slender fingers in and you turn your head to the side, cheek squishing against the leather. His thumb's pressing circles on your dick as he curls and scissors them inside you.

"Holy shit" he guffaws "You got wetter!" He catches your leg before it lands on his chest, brushing it to the side as he curls his fingers again and your choked moan is all he needs to know he's hit that sweet spot. Dabi slips another finger, your used hole takes it with ease as it eagerly clenches around him. "You're practically sucking me in" his cock is straining against his boxers so he grabs at it, squeezing it through the material to relieve it a bit. While there, he reaches back to grab a condom and places it between his teeth. Your eyes are squeezed shut, thighs twitching as he continues the relentless abuse of that spongy bundle of nerves but in a flash, his fingers are gone and you're whimpering at the loss. Your hole clenches around nothing and you're about to throw a goddamn tantrum if Dabi dares deny you of pleasure but find yourself frozen from where you're sat. "Like what you see, pretty boy?"

What you’re seeing is his cock, hard and twitching as the head nearly reaches his goddamn belly button. The tip is a shade of red, precum making it glisten but what’s more, is the ladder of piercings that begin from just above his balls to below his head. There were six piercings all lined up and perfect and you can’t tell if it was your tongue swelling up that was making you drool or your want to have him in his mouth so you can feel them on your tongue.

And what a nice surprise - Dabi’s real hair colour is white unless of course, he bleaches his neat patch of pubic hair which you doubt.

He rolls a condom over it, hissing softly and you can’t help but reach down to spread your lips apart for him. Dabi laughs, a warm hand holding your thigh as the other holds his dick to line it up.

“Thank you, baby. Ya’ know, I would usually take my time with pretty things like you but” your eyes flutter close as his head breaches you.

“If we stay here too long, a blue-haired asshole is gonna check the cameras. Can’t have him seein’ my bitch, he’s all mine and I don’t feel like sharin’” he has a rougher accent that slips when he’s filling you up.

“Ah, mpfh! Fuh...fuckkk...” The heels of your palm dig into your eyes as you feel him practically split you open. A burning sensation makes your toes curl, the stretch of his cock is making your chest heave. The feeling of his piercings has you seeing white faster than you register.

“Shit - did you just come?” he’s not even bottomed out yet but the evidence was the way your walls are spasming around him. He pushes your leg up, shushing as you pant out nonsensically about waiting and how it’s too soon.

“Shut up, you can take it, I know you can”

Tears slip past your eyes and it makes his grin sharp.

“Fuck, you’re even pretty when you cry - makes me wanna be the reason you’re sobbin’” he adjusts his hips and it makes you let out the most pathetic cry he feels his resolve break.

He pulls out nearly all the way and for a second you think he’s giving you mercy but he slams all the way in and the yell you let out has him laughing. A hearty laugh that makes him sound like a goddamn supervillain as he looks down at your teary face.

“Told ya’ you could take it” You clench around him, sniffling as you reach down to feel where you two connect. Your dick twitches.

He fills you up just right. His cock constantly pressed against that spot. You inhale wetly, looking up at him with your eyes all sparkly with tears.

You jerk, your eyes said, you fucking asshole.

“I know but I know you coulda’ and you did” his gloved hand swats yours away and he teases your dick making your mouth fall open, drool following.

“Dumb boy’s like you can take anythin’ you’re given” his words were like a siren's call. Whispering, lulling you into an underwater grave.

“Fuck” the way you tightened around him made him hiss. “Slobbering all over yourself from some dick” you whine again, wiping away the drool but he just snaps his hips in and out of you and you’re crying out again.

You’re laid on the leather, a sheen of sweat coating your skin which makes everything sticky and somewhat uncomfortable but with Dabi’s dick inside you, everything else around you barely exists.

You’re twisting on the seat, head thrown to the side as you moan wantonly - like a goddamn porn star according to Dabi. One of your legs is folded to your chest, the other pinned to the side as Dabi fucks into you. Your hands are braced on his chest, nails scratching and leaving red welts but Dabi takes them with pride.

He wishes he could kiss you, he knows he can’t but you’d have to do a follow-up to replace the piercing. He wants you to come again, just to see him, he’ll hurt you and heal you just like he’s doing right now.

You’re sobbing, you came around him again and he loves the feeling of it. The chair beneath you is downright shaking from how hard he’s pounding into you.

“Duh-Dabi!” you squeal, tongue already numb. The way you mispronounce the pleas for him to go harder makes him so riled up you swore you saw wisps of heat on his skin.

“Your cunt feels so fuckin’ good - Fuck! A perfect cock sleeve made just for this” You’re squirming again and Dabi pulls out making you thrash which he reprimands with a slap to your cunt.

“Please -"

He ignores you, ignores his dick that wants nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion again and instead curls his fingers inside you.

You’re done for - the pressure that his fingers bring makes your hips jerk up and down, twitching and moving uncontrollably. Dabi groans as you squirt all over his wrists, hips jerking as weak spurts follow the big splash.

“Fuckin’ love this hole” he places a kiss on your dick and you’ve half a mind to push him away. Especially when he licks it. But Dabi’s not done yet, your fucked out whispers fall on deaf ears.

“One more time, baby, let me feel you around my cock”

“S’too muh...muhhh”

“Shhh, just stay like that. So fuckin’ pretty for me, so good” his cock is inside you again and you’re crying out, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck.

Dabi grabs your ass and you lose the sticky leather. Now you’re in the air as he fucks up into you, the friction of your bodies rubbing on your swollen cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your tongue slips out, going a bit cross-eyed. Not that Dabi could see, your face was tucked right between his shoulder and neck.

The camera’s red light was blinking but you couldn’t give a damn.

Dabi’s bringing you up and down his dick. His piercings stimulate your gummy walls, making your breath hitch every time it slips in and out of you, catching on the rim of your cunt. You babble, right into his ear.

“Daddy! Fuh! Fuck!”

Dabi plants his feet firmly to the ground, his back wet with sweat.

“S’too buh-big! Can’t! Ngh!”

“Yeah, you can. Take what Daddy gives you” he grunts and you’re sure your ass is gonna have the imprint of his hands so you leave scratches on his back.

He gives one last thrust and cums, the condom fills up inside you and you shudder. He hears you trying to catch your breath, sniffling in between every pitiful intake of air that have you hiccuping.

The sharp sensation of the metal can Dabi presses against your neck makes you flinch. You murmur that he's an ass and he just laughs. The both of you are in the waiting room, Dabi laying you there for a comfier seat and letting the AC dry you off while he was cleaning up the room. Now that he was done, he was sipping beer with you. The atmosphere was casual, laughably so considering how he just fucked your brains out 10 minutes ago. You pull out your wallet after you're halfway through but Dabi walks away from you. He gets behind the counter and pulls out his card making your eyes widen. "Don't sweat it, think of it as a thank you" the card machine beeps and you honestly couldn't even stand up without your thighs and back going all weird so you weren't gonna win this anyways. Still, you pout. "That's the first time someone's pissed I pay" his blue eyes dart to his phone that's hidden from your view, ignoring the middle fingers you throw his way and the stuck-out tongue. [ Shiggy: His hole's that good? ] Dabi glances at the camera behind the counter, licking the back of his teeth as he saw the red light. [ Shiggy: Think he can take two of us at the same time? ] [ Dabi: Fuck off, he's my bitch ] Tomura sends a screenshot of your fucked-out face nuzzled into his neck. Dabi's dick twitches to life. [ Shiggy: Just wanna test out his head game, think I can teach him a few tricks using that new piercing ] Tomura grins when Dabi tells him they'd have to wait for it to heal, moaning as he squeezes his cock. He goes back to the replay of the feed, of you getting your first orgasm and throws his head back as he cums into his fists just as you came all over Dabi's cock.

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Breeding Session || Dom!Hawks x Sub!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Breeding, Needy Hawks, and Creampies

A/n: My doc messed up and wouldn't reload even when i tried to get the edit history and lost like over half the fic so enjoy :,)

"Fucking hell," Keigo talks with heavy breathes in between his words. His rut having hit him hard and suddenly, the only solution of pumping his hand as fast as he could to fuck the fleshlight in his grasp was starting to be a task more than anything. His other hand in his hair as he leans sits against the bed's headboard. Angrily tilting his head back as he groans, being pissed it's a silicone toy instead of you, his pretty song bird, moaning and whimpering for him as he pounds into you. "Sh-shit!" He curses, he knows he's close, upset about wasting another load inside a toy rather than his boyfriend. Groaning and panting as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his 3rd orgasm.

Jackhammering into the fleshlight as he thrust his hips up, slamming his hand down at the same time to stimulate his balls. Too busy cumming with loud groans and quiet whines inside the toy to realize you're finally home from work. Only sensing you're here when he hears the creek of the floorboards in your penthouse apartment. A specific spot in the shared building that Keigo has come to memorize. Pupils narrowing as he quickly moves to clean himself up as best he can with the towel he had placed underneath him. Moving to get to the bedroom door before you, eager to touch you, hold you, kiss you, fuck you.

He's determined to make it happen, now that he has his pretty boy, there's no way in hell Hawks is going to let you escape him. He's waited too long for you to get home, waited too long to breed you. "Keigo?" you call, opening the door a split second before he gets to it, having just the towel over him with the fleshlight propped up in the home made nest of your clothes on the bedside table as to not spill any cum from the toy. Dropping the towel so he can grab your arms as you enter the bedroom, quickly spinning you from the door to the wall off to the side of it, becoming slightly startled with concern soon replacing it as you look at Keigo. Realizing what's going on from just looking at him, pupils small and in slits as he breathes heavily,

Placing your hands on the sides of his face as a sign you’re here to help, having been with the man for allowing you to understand and know what he gets like during rut, the small gesture sending Keigo over the edge as he leans forward quickly to kiss you hungrily. His tongue in your mouth almost immediately, the kiss sloppy and already making you drool, the moan he lets out is downright sinful as you hear it, practically feeling it in your mouth as his hand work on your clothes. Trying desperately to get you out of them as quickly as he can, undoing your work shirt and pulling the buttoned top off you, pulling from you lips gently as he kisses your neck and shoulders.

Turning you around with his hand on your waist, skillfully keeping his lips on your kiss as he walks you backwards towards the bed, feeling him fall on top of you as he lowers his lips to your stomach. A sneaky way to be more confident in taking off your pants before he stands up, satisfied when he sees your boxers exposed, simply tearing them off you, impatient as ever when spring hits him. Getting on his knees to suck your hardening cock, groaning loudly at the feeling of you in his mouth, your hands tangle in his hair with your head tilted back, a moan ripping through you as his tongue lays flat against you.

Giving you slow puppy licks as he takes your legs and places your things on his shoulders, eagerly eating you out as his tongue moves to your entrance, soon being replaced with two fingers gently entering you as he moves back to suck your dick. Fingerings your cunt vigorously to prepare you for his cock, eager to be inside you and breed, the quiet and gentle moans you let out only spurring him on, feeling him pull from your cunt, fingerings leaving your entrance. The feeling making you whine and crave more, fully knowing you'll get just that in a few short moments as he stands, simply telling to "Scoot up," in a low and raspy voice.

An obvious sign to you that he's been moaning or at least being loud while using the fleshlight you quickly noticed, doing as he says so he can crawl atop of you. Soon feeling his tip rest poke at your entrance, not entering you as Keigo pleads silently, his eyes soft as when gently whines at you, rubbing his cock up and down against your pussy. Reaching your hand out just a bit to have him lean down further down, making him lower the hand he was using to support himself up, suddenly bends and he's only using his forearm.

Pushing your head up to kiss him softly, hearing his gentle whimper, pulling away too much to kiss dismay as he whines to try and continue the kiss, leaning forward each time you pull away to reconnect your lips. "Kei," he kisses you again, "Kei," you say again in between his kisses, "Keigo," the stern tone finally getting his attention, his eyes wide and alter with his wings flared up, spread out to show he's listening, "Gonna breed me, huh pretty bird?" The gentle tone of your deep voice gets to him wings now fully pointed up, almost touching the ceiling of the bedroom, eyes sharpening and pupils once again becoming small lines in his irises.

"F-fuck!" you yell, immediately feeling him push inside you, thankful for your wetness and his precum because of the speed he instantly starts to use, head thrown back as you gasp. Feeling him rise off you and swiftly moving onto his knees while lifting your hips up yo fuck into your cunt. Biting your lip as you look at him, a beautiful sight above you as you hear his soft and quiet pants, head tilted back but face still slightly visible, eyes closed and mouth slightly hung open. Brows furrowed as he thrust almost erratically, only a slight rhythm prevailing as he tryst to fuck you properly, always having been a man for intimate sex rather than a quickie or animalistic fucking.

"K-keigo," you hiccup, watching him flap the ends of his wings to show his attention is on your voice with his lidded eyes looking at you as he pants, "Fuck me!" You gasp, feeling him pause at the command, shock subtle on his face before he leans down to curl his hips into at an insanely fast pace while over you. His head to the side of yours as he whimpers, the sloppy but steady pattern now gone as he thrust however he feels like, hearing his wing flap quickly and feeling the small amount of wind he's creating on your skin."Keigo," the stern tone finally getting his attention, his eyes wide and alter with his wings flared up, spread out to show he's listening, "Gonna breed me, huh pretty bird?" The gentle tone of your deep voice gets to him, wings now fully pointed up, almost touching the ceiling of the bedroom, eyes sharpening and pupils once again becoming small lines in his irises.

Feeling him once again lean on top of you once more as he rushes to cum inside you, pounding into you at an insanely fast pace, the hero work and exercises paying off as makes you scream, feeling him hit deep inside you as he lets out breathy moans. Panting every now and then with quiet groans leaving his throat, feeling him move to grab your hands and intertwining you fingers as he holds your hand, arms bent to line up with each others as you hear him speak, “Gonna!- Gonna cum!” he hiccups. Whining as he feels himself getting close, the difference of the toy and you driving him over the edge faster than he himself would like, the final straw is when you tell him to, almost demanding him to breed you, “Cum inside pretty bird, breed me,” is all it takes.

Feeling the warmth of his cum spread inside you as he gives a final few shallow thrust, breathing heavy and groaning as he pauses inside you, feeling just some of his cum spilling out of you as you turn your head to look at him. Kissing his cheek softly to get his attention, not leaning to do any more work as he connects your lips in another slow kiss. His hips starting to move once again, slowly and shallowly as cum spills every time he pulls out and pushes back in, whining into the kiss as he fucks you gently, pulling away occasionally tp speak, “Feel so good,” he kissed you, “Just wanna stay inside you forever,” another kiss. “My pretty song bird.”

Soon pushing his tongue past your lips to desperately explore your mouth in a wet and noisy french kiss,your hands tangling again in his hair as he picks up the pace and intensity, moving one hand to let go of yours to jerk your t-dick. The pleasure getting to you as you moan into his mouth, a comical string of spit connecting the two of you as he moves away, lifting you up to bend your legs as he’s on his knees. Holding your waist to push and pull you onto his dick, moving your hands to rest on his abdomen with your head thrown back, both of you moaning like you’re making a damn porno. Moving one hand back to your cock to make you cum, the rough and deep voice he speaks in telling you so. “Cum for me song bird, please I need it, come on baby,” rubbing your dick quickly as you cry out, knowing you're in for a long few nights.

The loud noises you make as he picks up the pace of not only his hips but his hands, telling him he’s doing a good job, taking your sounds as praise as you hear him loudly whine and gasp, practically screaming out, “I’m gonna cum!” Spurring him on to move at an impossibly fast rate, “C-cum with me!” he cries, soon following the command as your tightening walls cause him to cum inside you again. The feeling of him filling you up as your body tightens with the harsh orgasm ripping through you, screaming out as he falls on top of you, almost completely limp on you as he breathes heavily. The two of you pants with exhaustion, whining as he pulls out, softening dick resting against your thigh as he turns you two over to the side of the bed, laying best he can without the pool of cum in the middle of the bed touching either of you.

Softly breathing as he regains his composure, falling asleep rather quickly, turning to fix the hair stuck to his face best you can with your back to him, simply laying in silence as he hums quietly in his sleep, knowing he’ll wake up and want more.

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