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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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secretqueennacho · 2 years

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Teacher's Pet

charecters : aizawa , you

Summary : a small fantasy of yours changes into reality with your teacher or more specifically aizawa

You sat there, the sound of the A.C drowned out the other noises in class. you bit the end of your pen slightly as you tried to concentrate on the notes Mr. Aizawa was writing on the board.

Your eyes trailed over his face, following every feature; from his stubble to his scar, nose, lips and eyes.

Black eyes stared at you as you snapped out of it and wrote down what he finished writing.

You felt your heart racing as you realized you got caught staring at him; not writing down the notes but staring at him. your cheeks bloomed a pink colour as you continued to write.

(Y/n), since you were obviously distracted, would you care to tell the rest of your peers, the third rule for this semester's lesson course?"

He stared at you, a subtle smirk formed and disappeared the next millisecond.

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response. Your mind went blank, you realized you never wrote down anything at the beginning of the lesson. Your eyes went wide as you stared at something that was next to him.

"U-uh... i don't.." you trailed off and felt really stupid as to why you didn't write anything down.

He sighed and looked directly at you, "Next time pay attention. Or you'll be staying after class as detention."

He turned back to the board.

You didn't really think not paying attention would cause you to actually be in detention.

Yea, not so long after Mr. Aizawa called you out for not paying attention you managed to get in trouble.

You facepalmed and stared at the class door knob, debating to actually go forth and stay in a classroom where you and this desirable man are alone for a whole 2 hours. Yea, nothing like 'Pure' thoughts.

You gulped and knocked on the door.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to. He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it.

After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to.

He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it. After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

Your cheeks flared, and you cleared your throat to speak but got cut off by a paper being shown to you. It was writing about Mr. Aizawa and how he caused you to catch feelings for him.

"Care to explain?" You stayed still and looked back at him. "It was a joke." You blurted out then cringed after, God how fucking stupid are you?! You thought.

He smirked and moved a bit closer, his breath on your lips as your eyes stayed on his. "It took a while to understand how you acted different towards me from the other students."

He whispered in a sultry voice as he placed a hand on your thigh, you blushed and on instinct you squeezed your thighs together. His lips barely touching yours but just enough to feel the feather touches of his lips.

"You- BUrP BURPbURP'

You shot out of bed with sweat on your face and looked around. You stared at your MHA posters and facepalmed. "No more fanfics before bed......." You muttered and slammed your face back into the pillow.

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inactive02939 · 2 years

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hi name buddy <33 do you mind writing hc of bakugou and kirishima going shopping with a thicc fem s/o? tysm!

pairing(s): kirishima x bakugou x fem!reader

content warnings: slight fatmisia, catcalling, bakugo likes kicking ass but also likes his reputation

authors note: AAAHHH!!! this was so fun to write-- i wasn't sure if you wanted them separate, but you didn't specify. also this wasn't proofread. hope you enjoy!!

okay these two are.. protective, for the most part

kirishima has an arm around your waist and bakugo holds your hand and stares at the onlookers

a lot of people stare; the japanese standard is slim and petite

sometimes people comment on your figure, but not out of disrespect; it's just out of surprise

i think that's culture shock but i'm not sure

a lot of people ask for a picture with you

bakugou thinks they are making fun of you, and most of the time they aren't.

whenever you'd get catcalled, bakugou would make little explosions on his hands, and when that wasn't enough he'd usually start a fight.

sometimes he fights with kirishima about fighting other people

they like watching you try on outfits. not in a sexual way, but they just like how you look in different styles of clothing

they like seeing your face light up when you get something you like, so of course they spoil you!

also kirishima embarrasses you guys and tries on heels when you're having a bad day to make you laugh

it works.

in summary these two are total weirdos but also so sweet and we all wish that they existed <3

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 11 months

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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.. ＼(≧▽≦)／

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hollowtakami · 12 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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demovamp · 3 months

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mr.compress × reader | cw - cock stepping, degrading, murder/torture, (implied) insanity, pervy!compress, sub!compress

yandere compress...

he's such a gentleman. so polite and nice. you wouldn't think anything is wrong. you think he's defending your honor and being a sweet friend.

you don't know that he's destroying everyone who even looks at you wrong. he captures them in his marbles until you're away. then, he'll release them and interrogate them. some of them die, and some don't. they're so broken, they can't think clearly.

it makes him happy that you're safe.

he's always ready to jump into a fight for you and show off. just to see you smile. he knows you can handle yourself, but he's a gentleman. you first. always.

but he's a pervert and he hates it. he hates how his eyes wander over your body, thinking of different ways he could please you. he wants to take care of you and make you happy, but he also wants you to use him.

he's so embarrassed with himself. every time he gets hard from looking at you or thinking of you.

he wants you to punish him. degrade him, hurt him. he's (shamefully) gotten off to you plenty of times. he's had so many fantasies. the one that always gives him the best orgasm is the thought of you pressing your heavy boot onto his overstimulated dick.

the pressure on his cockhead and the way you look at him... he's always ready to be your dumb slut. he's an eager puppy who'll do anything for his master.

#— castiel thirsts #mr compress #compress #mha #compress mha #mr compress x reader #male reader #gn reader #trans reader #sub compress #sub mha

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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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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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subwaystragedy · 7 months

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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.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #hawks x male reader #trans reader

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inactive02939 · 2 years

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Could you write a Todoroki Shoto scenario where Endeavor finds Shoto and his girlfriend cuddling when she visits him during a break of her own internship?

character paring(s): todoroki shoto x fem!reader

scenario: all shouto wants is a little bit of private time with his girlfriend, but endeavor interrupts.

content warnings: reader has a webbed phalanges and gills quirk (yeah that's gross to some ppl), i know sometimes japanese resturants are different but i didnt want to misrepresent japanese culture, yeah sorry i'm american,

word count:

authors note: anyways i know this is too short but summer is starting soon and i don't have a lot of time to finish requests.

you sigh as you wipe the water from your face, looking at tsu, who was standing next to you.

"at least there were no villains today, right?" you weakly smiled and stretched your phalanges and sighed.

"it's our break time. i assume you're visiting todoroki?" the green-haired girl questioned as you squeezed the water from your (texture) hair.

"yeah, i am," you said proudly. ever since you had successfully asked todoroki out, it had been known that you were his. even mina had backed off from all her flirty comments she had been telling to everyone behind his back, because she knew you were listening.

after getting water out of your ears, you dried off and changed your clothes. you were cold-blooded because of your quirk, so the cold water didn't bother you. heading off to endeavor's agency, you glanced at the food stands and thought for a moment.

i wonder if shouto would like some zarusoba, you think before realizing that would probably make his day. he never liked training with endeavor, and there wasn't anything he liked more than eating some cold soba with you.

"can i have.. two bowls of zarusoba, please?" you take some money out of your pocket.

"would you like shoyu sauce with that?" the waitress wrote down your order and you nodded.

"that'll be 14,000 yen, please," you nod at her words as you hand her your money. a few minutes later after the bowls are pressed to your hands. you smile before walking away, putting the sauce packets back in your pockets.

when you finally arrive at your boyfriend's agency, you sneak through endeavor's office and into a small room with an entire window for a wall. you see shoto on his phone and set the soba down.

"thank you," he says as he shuts his phone off. you gently pat his hair, opening the containers and dumping shoyu on it. you stir it around and slurp on them.

few words are shared as you eat. i guess the food is that good, you think as you finish your last noodle. it took you a few seconds to realize that he was already done.

soon enough, you're in his arms. you don't even know how it happened. maybe he kissed you and you got nervous and blacked out? maybe you just spontaneously fell into his arms?

you shift your position on the bean bag chair so that you can properly lay your head on his shoulder. he buried your face in your hair. you stayed like that for an hour? hour and a half? you didn't know.

click.

you finally pick your head up as you see a figure at the door. the lights had automatically turned off. shoto picks his head up.

"what are you doing here?" shoto mutters to the figure in front of you.

"wh- are you talking to me?" complete confusion towers over you as you sit up and groggily look at him.

"no, i'm talking to him," he says, unvoluntarily hissing a bit as he pulled you closer.

"wh- oh, hey.." your voice is small and nervous.

todoroki enji looks down at you, releasing his hands from his hips. a small cough escapes him before he stops the staring conests and mutters, "shouldn't you be at your internship? it's a few minutes past three,"

"oh! oh, you're right! s-sorry, i should go," you chuckle nervously and put your bowl on the table, giving your boyfriend a small kiss.

"love you, sho- sorry-" you mutter as you bump into the taller man. panic clawed at you. a large and comes down and stops.

he holds his hand out to you. you take it, and he pulls you up.

"i'm sorry for scaring you," he averts his eyes. you nod and scurry to the door.

"is that your girlfriend?" are the last words you hear enji say before you close the door quietly and walk back down the street.

maybe endeavor isn't so bad after all..

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Hi I have a request. Could u pls do a short fic where an pre op MTF is making breakfast early in the morning in a lingerie thong and bra and bakugo comes up behind her and starts to touch her curves and breast pulling up her panties by the thong string while kissing her neck.

if u think this is too short you can add onto it or not. But thanks for giving space for trans readers 😇

yes of course! I hope you enjoy!

What a Surprise

Pairing: ProHero!Bakugou x MTF reader

It's been a tough week for your husband. Between long hours at the agency filling out paperwork, and villains just seeming to be coming out the woodwork, you've barley seen him. And oh how you've missed him. Fortunately for the both of you though, he's finally gotten some time off. So you decided that now would be the best time to give your man a little gift for all his hard work.

Since Bakugou went running every morning, it gave you plenty of time to shower, and put on the new lingerie set he bought you. You loved it because the lacey fabric made you look so delicate. It hugged your hips just right, your tits looked so suckable, and the thong panties were your favorite part cause they made your ass look juicy. You topped off the look with a pretty little see through robe, the wrapping paper for your... Gift. You drapped it over your shoulders and checked yourself out in the mirror.

This man was gonna devour you, okay?

So you make your way down into the kitchen to make you and your husband some breakfast while you wait for him to get home. As your chopping you hear the front door open, your heart was pounding with excitement as the footsteps got closer and closer.

"Holy fuck~" your husbands deep rasp filled the kitchen. He makes his way over to you and you jumped a little feeling a firm slap to your ass.

"You are such a fucking tease" you giggle a bit as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

"Well I wanted to surprise you" you say as you feel his warm lips against your neck, his touch turning you to putty. You feel his hands run up and down your skin, kneading your soft breast, gripping and pulling on every curve, and leaving a sweet burning sensation in its wake.

" and what a surprise it is, baby" he coos, pausing just long enough to spin you around to face him. His large hands continue to explore. He slid them up the curve of your ass, the fabric of the robe pooling around his arms as he did. He squeezed and spanked until your cheeks were red. Then he toyed with band of your thong pulling it higher and higher, watching you squirm from the friction. He loved how sensitive you were.

Then he stopped, folding his arms across his broad chest as he studied you.

"Strip for me. now. But leave the panties, there gonna look real pretty when my dick is inside you." he said with a smirk

God you loved this man, the way he spoke to you fogged your mind. All you could think about was his touch as let the robe slide off your arms to the floor. Slowly you unclipped your bra, the cool air making your nipples harden. Once you were done he sauntered up to you, gently gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"That's my good little slut, now I want you to go upstairs and wait for me. I'll Be up there in a second." He said with one final smack to your ass.

You could feel your husbands burning hot gaze as you slowly walked off. The excitement was bubbling inside of you at the thought of all the unholy things he was about to do to you.

Today was gonna be fun.

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 2 years

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GN and Male Readers when they read an X Reader story when no specification of the Reader's gender and sees the words like, "baby girl" and "princess":

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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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