#birbs smut blurbs

[whirlybirbs]

I beg beg beg beg beg BEG you for something with Hawks, I know that man would whimper so pretty 😈❤️

You're writing is absolutely fucking incredible and has single handedly sucked me down the rabbit hole of mha again

KEIGO TAKAMI swallows roughly.

He's voice shakes.

"Come on, chickadee, please," he whimpers, his lips parted as his bare chest rises and falls quickly, "This isn't f-fair, I need to touch myself—"

His wings twitch.

It's getting harder to deny the begging — but, he's been good. The video call is verging on an hour now. An hour of smitten, filthy dirty talk punctuated by your own shameless orgasms. Each time, you make sure to whine and whimper his name; your arousal is shaped entirely by his reaction. It's all about the flutter of frustrated wings, the tensing of his jaw, the way he stares at his phone's screen like a man dying of thirst.

So, you relent.

"You're such a sweet birdy, Keigo," you coo, your own mused appearance blinking back at you in the top corner of the screen, "Show me how you touch yourself."

You relent only because he asked so nicely.

Only because he's so pretty, his legs spread wide and his cock slick with pre-cum. Keigo's black and gold thermal tech is rolled up past his chiseled abdomen, hiked over the swell of his pecs. His flight suit's pants are tugging low on his thighs — not entirely off, but low enough that you can see the chord of muscle tense there when he whimpers your name.

Then, you can see his eyes roll back behind his tinted yellow visor.

"F-Fuuuuuck," he reverberates lowly; you can see his wings beginning to twitch, a tell-tale giveaway that he's close. His head drops back, his throat bobbing, before his breathes become a little bit more erratic and his pace a bit sloppier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you — I miss you so fucking much, chickadee, I miss you, please, oh — shit, I'm gonna—"

It's cute the way he whines your name when he cums. It's cute the way his wings ruffle and shake as his orgasm knocks his breath away, and how a beat or two after he sags with relief.

There's a mess painted across his abs and his cheeks are pint.

You couldn't be happier. Keigo sits up slowly, his heart still hammering and breath still stolen.

"God, I fucking love you."

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[whirlybirbs]

I'm not sure if you would write for him but anything for gojo?? I love him and his teasing antics so much lol

SATORU GOJO is shameless.

Always has been, always will be — especially when it comes to you.

His Clan tried to persuade him into plenty of formal arrangements that would be beneficial for all sorcerer-kind. Big talk for a whole lotta bullshit, honestly. Which is fine, because he's Satoru Gojo — not some loser push-over. He knew he was in love with you then, so it was a no brainer: he offered marriage and a promise that he'd be the best he could be for you every day he breathed.

He's buried in you to the hilt, his smirk bleeding into your vision as you whimper and try to adjust to the sheer length of him — something you're not sure you'll ever get used to.

"Aw, baby, there you go," he murmurs dotingly with a dash of humor, "And no swearing this time! Such a big girl—"

"Shut up—"

He's grinning. "Sorry, would you prefer 'mommy'?"

Your brows climb your face, you're confronted with two big, blue eyes dancing with mischief when you finally peel your own gaze open. He hasn't moved yet. He's letting you relax. How kind.

"Gross," you scoff, your breaths falling into a slower rhythm despite the buzz of pleasure in your abdomen, "No thanks."

"I could make you a mommy," he jokes smoothly, "How about that?"

Oh.

Less gross.

Satoru notices the piqued interest.

His eyes narrow comically, his posture still and arms braced by your head. "Don't tell me you're seriously considering that—"

"You're the one making the breeding joke with your dick in me—"

He's shameless. And you're his. And the clan has been asking for an heir...

"Fine," he concedes with a roll of his hips, "But, only if I get to be daddy."

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[whirlybirbs]

True form All Might maybe?

TOSHINORI YAGI's voice is like melted butter; warm and rich. It's decadent and it spills across your skin as his mouth ghosts up the line of your throat.

The bedroom is dark, but you don't need to see him to know that he's lost his hold on sensibility. It's the cadence of his voice, the stutter-step of his hips, the desperate feel of his hands around your face.

"God, baby, I love you," he babbles, his long, lean torso pressed against yours as he fucks you slow and steady and thorough into the mattress, "You're so perfect, you're so beautiful — Sh-Shit! I fucking l-love you—"

His heavy cock draws in and out of you languidly, the feeling hiking your pleasure up a notch as he buries a bruising kiss against your lips; his large, calloused hands hold your face close to his.

"You're s-so perfect," he's muttering roughly, the heat of the words scorching your skin as he kisses your neck. He's fucking you a little rougher now, his thrusts a bit harsher, his hold a bit less tender, "Y-You take me so well, don't you? You like it, f-fuck, when I get a little rough? When I can't control myself?"

You do. God, you do. In the heat of it all, in the darkness, you nod feebly as a gasp is wrung out of you — the pad of his thumb dances in a rough circle across your clit as his pace increases. It makes you drag him down for a rough kiss, one that makes you tug on his bangs and earns you a throaty hum. He pulls away long enough to grit out a shaky moan.

He's close. You're closer.

It's delicious.

In the dark, it's just him and his voice. It's just a tenderness that bleeds into desperation, it's just a need that makes you both dissolve into bitten kisses and rough hands.

His voice, though, is still so damn warm.

"What's it like", he gasps into your mouth, "To know you make All Might lose control?"

He gets his answer:

You cum.

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[whirlybirbs]

my life and limb for you to write something for shota aizawa 🙏 pls and thank you

SHOUTA AIZAWA swears you'll be the death of him.

After all, you're so fucking gorgeous like this with your legs spread and your body bare — he watches with one very greedy eye as your back arches and your hands wind themselves tighter into his bed sheets. You're babbling his name, gasping out curses and whimpers and pleads.

Shouta likes taking his time.

He's a bastard, sure. He knows that. Sometimes, when you prop yourself up on your elbows and stare down at him between your legs, he wonders what the fuck he ever did to deserve you.

Rough hands are gentle as he pushes your thighs a little farther apart; the heat of his mouth disappears and you nearly cry — but the rough timbre of his voice floods you with a new wave of arousal.

"You're so gorgeous like this, kitten," he murmurs, a crooked finger dipping deeper to the knuckle, "All soft and wet for me."

Kitten. Sonofabitch—

Shouta Aizawa is going to be the death of you.

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[whirlybirbs]

I am bowing and humbly asking for Aizawa and Enji, since you're taking requests 🤣

ENJI TODOROKI bites back a sound unbecoming of Japan's #1 Pro Hero.

It's muffled into the back of his palm, the flames of his beard licking eagerly at his flesh as the temperature in the room hikes another degree closer to sweltering. His jaw tightens, his teeth grit, and he does everything he can to keep himself from bucking his hips upwards into your mouth.

You can't help the pride that surges in your chest when he throws his head back and grips the arms of his desk chair so tight you swear you see singe marks.

"Don't— s-stop," he rumbles desperately; his head falling to his chest as you press your tongue to the underside of his cock's thick, swollen head. He watches with big, desperate turquoise eyes, "Please—"

Then, he graces you with gentlest touch to your cheek imaginable.

Intimacy is different now, just like him. He was never one to relish in the satiable dalliances of pleasure. For him, it was a means to an end. But, with you—

"Patience," you tsk, settling deeper on your knees and working open the top two buttons of your blouse; sweat has gathered along the column of your throat and clings to the hair along your temples. It's how you know Enji is close — the room gets a bit too hot.

"Please, my flame," his voice cracks as he begs. It's deep and warm, like a bonfire on a cold night, "I need you—"

"I'm having fun," you say, your hand settling around his length as you tilt your head and drag your mouth up his length again. It earns you another deep, baritone moan punctuated with a flare of heat from his body, "You know what fun is, don't you Endeavor?"

Enji Todoroki doesn't give a shit about fun.

Fuck fun. Fuck this. He wants to feel you.

He drags a rough palm down his face and exhales, nodding.

Sure. Fun.

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