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[heartkaji]

good morning to hockey player! bakugo katsuki only.

not talking about the bakugo katsuki on ice though. i’m talking about him after his games, hair damp & sweat sticky despite the biting chill of the arena, copper in his molars & iron in his throat. games rarely go smoothly for the left wing—he has a bad habit of ramming players into boards & spitting on them for good measure when they get on his nerves. you know you shouldn’t, but you’re no better than a fangirl so you can’t help but find it attractive.

“hey you,”

katsuki bakugo trudges off the rink with sweat-soaked skin. he’s red-cheeked & bleary eyed & he keeps said eyes on the ground like his life depends on it. he trudges past you, shoulder bumping into yours as he wobbles past.

you bite back a grin at the sight of the grumpy forward. “gonna ram into me next ?”

“annoying,” he mumbles, turning back to pull you into him with a swift tug. you nearly topple over him but he’s quick to steady you, large gloved hands snaking around the curve of your waist & the front of your throat.

“eugh, you smell like sweat—“

bakugo crashes his lips into yours. he’s always rough after games, taking out his frustration on you with teeth gnawing your lips & tongue licking your canines. gloved hands glide from your neck to your jaw before his left hand sinks just to rise up your shirt, tugging at the clasp of your bra while you grunt between his lips.

“mmf, kats—“

“number 49! no pda on the pitch !”

katsuki releases your lips with a grumble. he glares in the direction of his coach, lips glossy & strawberry sticky from your chapstick, saliva dribbling down his chin.

“annoying.”

“i love how diverse your vocabulary is.”

he turns to you with a similar scowl. “shut up. car.”

“can we communicate in full sentences please ?”

he lets out an exaggerated sigh, head thrown back & gloved fingers pinching his nose. it’s taking everything in you not to giggle, especially since he’s your only ride home.

“you are so—“ katsuki grunts before dipping his head to kiss your neck, “fucking—“ his lips meet your jaw, “annoying.”

he settles his head in the crook of your neck, body limp & heavy breathing,

“i love you too,”

“shut up.”

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[jxwl4k]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ his initial .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ bakugou gifted you a necklace with his initial

You were running late for your study session with Bakugou, which wasn’t exactly unusual. Bakugou, always punctual to a fault, would probably make a snarky comment the moment you walked through the door. You hurried up the stairs to his dorm, knocking lightly before pushing it open.

“Tch, finally,” Bakugou grumbled from his desk, barely glancing up from his notebook. “What, you stop to chat with half the damn campus?”

“Sorry, Kats,” you said sheepishly, dropping your bag onto his bed.

He stood up, stretching, and turned to face you, his sharp crimson eyes softening just slightly. “Whatever. C’mere.”

You raised an eyebrow but complied, stepping closer. Without a word, Bakugou pulled something small from his pocket. It glinted in the light—a delicate silver chain with a simple letter charm dangling from it. The letter K sparkled faintly, its edges perfectly smooth and polished.

“What’s this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugou didn’t meet your eyes, his cheeks dusting a faint pink. “A necklace. Obviously.”

You blinked, taken aback. “For me?”

“Who the hell else would it be for?” he snapped, though his tone lacked its usual bite. He turned you around gently, brushing your hair aside, and clasped the necklace around your neck. His fingers lingered for a moment before stepping back to inspect his work.

“There,” he said, crossing his arms. “Now listen up. I better not see you take that off, got it?”

You touched the charm, your heart racing. “Why not?”

He rolled his eyes but softened as he leaned closer, his face just inches from yours. “Because it’s mine. Got my damn initial on it. Means you’re mine, too.”

Your breath hitched at his words, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Katsuki…”

“Don’t get all mushy on me,” he muttered, looking away but not before you caught the flicker of a smile tugging at his lips. “Just… wear it, alright? You look good with it.”

You couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face as you fingered the necklace again. “I’ll never take it off.”

“Good,” he said firmly, his smirk growing. “’Cause if I catch you without it, I’ll make you regret it.”

Despite the warning in his words, there was a tenderness in his voice that melted your heart. You stepped forward and hugged him tightly, catching him off guard. He stiffened for a second before wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.

“Thanks, Kats,” you whispered.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

[peterokii]

animated version

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

The Locker Room Horizontal Tango. | Touya x Reader Imagine 🌶

UA Hero Course Touya x Support Course Y/N

Synopsis: An AU where Touya Todoroki is the top of the Hero Course at UA. He's hot, untouchable and and an absolute player - or so you think. The Reader is in the Support Course and often works on Touya's support gear and hero suit. After months of flirting back and forth, Touya initiates ridiculously steamy sex in the UA gym locker room. The sex is hot, but it seems he may have more than just fucking on his mind...

The shower is filled with steam - blending seamlessly with Touya's snow white hair. He's positioned the shower head so that the steam of scalding water is tilted away from you both. The stall is comfortably warm, and droplets of hot water still manage to splash random parts of your body as Touya positions you - hands against the warm tile walls and ass up towards him. He bends you over and makes sure you have good footing on the shiny tile floor before he strokes at your entrance with his cock. You gasp and the sensation - his wet tip gliding against your clit once, twice, three times, aaaand...

"Fuck, Touya!"

He doesn't take his time when he slides inside of you. He just starts moving. You weren't expecting him to move so quickly, but it doesn't really matter because your pussy has been soaking wet since he made eyes at you across the gym from his bench.

"Slow down, Jesus Christ." You manage to choke out as he pistons his hips and thrusts into you without warning. You feel so full and the stretch is absolutely delicious, but you want him to take his time. You want him to take you apart as meticulously as he promised he would in your Instagram DMs the night before.

"No can do, doll. Gotta be quick - we can't get caught like this." He says casually, but you can hear him straining to keep his voice even.

Hooking up in the UA gym locker room showers is definitely an expulsion-worthy offense. So, yeah, he's probably right. Gotta keep this short and sweet.

You throw your hips back and flex your pelvic muscles around his hard cock, and you hear him hiss out a curse in reply.

"Shit."

"I can play dirty, too." You smirk.

"Yeah. Okay. Sure." You hear the grin in his voice as he gives you a deep thrust and brings down his palm flat across the meat of your ass. It's not a hard slap - in fact, it barely makes a noise. But the sheer act of him smaking you around pushes you off the deep end. He's so fucking hot and so totally out of your league.

He slides his hands up to grip your hips so he can pick up the pace even more.

"Ever have a cock this good, doll face? I bet you haven't." He teases, getting comfortable as he gets a good feel for your pussy. "Your such a studious little slut. Always updating my costume. Don't think I didn't notice what you did to my jumpsuit...you made it so tight on my fucking ass I can barely get it on." He wanders a hand to your left cheek and squeezes hard. You yelp at the sensation. "Yeah, that's how I feel every goddamn time I need to suit up for training now. Sucks, doesn't it?" He squeezes your butt again, more softly this time. He slows down his pace a bit, then gives you a single hard thrust. Jesus, his dick is going to split you in two. "Consider this punishment."

You groan. You were hoping he'd notice that little modification...

"An ass like that needs to be accentuated." You whimper out under your breath. "It was my duty as a support specialist to make your pants less baggy to show off that juicy peach."

"You fucking little minx." Touya is laughing out loud. You peer back over his shoulder and see him smiling down at you, eyes genuinely happy. You've never seen his expression so unguarded before - he's always scowling or looking devastatingly mischievous. But right now he just looks like a guy who's having fun.

"Oh, you wanna make eye contact?" He asks, and it's a genuine question. He's not joking around or mocking you. You nod dumbly as his hips still. His cock sits inside you for a moment, motionless except for a small twitch of arousal. "Alright, lemme figure this out." He pulls out slowly. Your pussy pulses with need when he's gone, empty and desperate for hero course cock.

He uses his big, strong hands to pull you upright, resting them gently at your hips. You stand there, staring at the tiled shower wall with your back to him. You feel hot all over as you feel his hungry eyes on your ass, your back, your shoulders. He's only ever seen you in a mechanic jumpsuit in the Support Course lab or in your school uniform. This is the most of you he's ever seen - and he loves it.

He slowly moves his hands upwards to run appreciatively up your curves, skin sliding easily across your shower-damp skin.

"Fucking gorgeous." He breathes out, pulling you flush against him. You yelp in surprise as you feel his hard cock erect against your bare ass, his muscled stomach and chest slick against your back. He brings his hands up, up, up and scoops at your breasts. "I've had my eyes on these for a while." He squeezes at your tits, bringing his thumbs to circle your pert nipples. You let out a tiny moan of pleasure.

"That feel good?" He whispers, bending his neck so that his breath ghosts along the shell of your ear. "You like it when I play with your tits? Answer me, sweetheart. Tell me what you like."

He's being gentle now, and you're unsure about it. It's a complete departure from what you were expecting, from the hard fucking he was just so confidently dishing out.

"I can keep going hard for you, or we can slow things down." He offers up. You weren't expecting that. "Come on, tell me what you want." He squeezes your breasts lightly, eliciting a shiver throughout your body.

"Y-yeah. I like it when you touch my tits." You breathe out under your breath. You try to remember where you are - it's a Saturday afternoon and the men's locker room showers are likely to get quite busy soon as your classmates finish their workouts. You can't afford to be heard.

"Then I'll keep doing it." Touya says, fondling your breasts with the confidence you'd expect of the sex god of Class 3B. He pinches at your nipples in the most deliciously sinful way as he plants a hot kiss to your flushed neck. "And how would you like it if I touched riiiiight..." He lets his right hand wander down the expanse of your stomach and waist, dipping a long finger towards your pussy. "here?" He finds your clit and begins to circle it slowly.

"Oh!" You try to keep your voice low and fail as you squeak out an embarrassingly shrill moan. "Yeah. Yeah I like that, too." He continues to play with your clit - he's so confident and experienced and it all feels so. damn. good. You wish it would never end. You wish you were more articulate during sex. You wish that Touya fucking loves you as much as he loves fucking. But your pussy clenches needily, desperate to be filled back up. A greater woman would enjoy the attention and focus on the sensations of the top Hero Course student's capable hands on them. But you're not a greater woman. You're fucking horny and cock hungry.

"Please, Touya. Fuck me?" You whine out, grinding your ass against his hard cock. He laughs into your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek before he steps backwards and away from you. He releases his grip on your boob and pussy.

"Yeah, I'll give you what you need babygirl. Let's get you that eye contact, too." He turns you around and in an instant has you pressed against the warm tiled wall. His body melts into yours and he leans down to press your lips together as well, his hot mouth inviting and soft. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, pressing years of want into the hot slide of your lips. You've been lusting after him since first year. Every time he asks for modifications to his hero costume you make sure you get assigned to his case so you have an excuse to talk with him, tease him, make him laugh...you've always hoped and prayed that he'd want you just as badly. But this is Touya Todoroki, the guy who's managed to simultaneously be the school's bad boy and top of his class. He has his choice of literally anyone at UA, regardless of gender. Why would he ever choose you?

Your brain slyly slurs out: "Well he's certainly choosing you right now, isn't he?"

Yes indeed - here you are, on the receiving end of Touya's amazing tounge as he deepens the kiss and grabs at your hips with greedy hands. His cock is hard against your belly, twitching with desire.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to whisper "Touch me, Y/N." before sealing your lips back to his in another electrifying kiss. You bring your shaking hands up and around his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles of his back and neck before deciding to explore his chest. You slide your hands between your bodies, placing your open palms against his hard pecs. You drag your hands slowly, slowly down his rippling abs and stomach and he groans into your mouth at the contact.

You continue to kiss him, the rhythm of your lips becoming increasingly erratic when your hand brushes against his throbbing erection. You try to stay confident as you wrap your dexterous mechanic hand around the base of his cock, shocked at how big he is. He's sticky - a mixture of precum and slick from being inside of you. Goddamn this is so fucking hot. You try not to get caught up in your head as you move to slowly jerk him off, your hand sliding from base to tip in a smooth motion. He breathes in sharply and breaks away from your mouth, burying his face into your neck as your hand glazes over the tip of his cock. You gain some confidence and slide your hand back down to the base. His breath becomes ragged as you work at him, paying extra special attention to the tip of his dick.

"God." He breathes out, his hips lightly bucking to urge you on. "If I had known you'd be this good to me, I would have fucked you a long time ago. I've always wanted to bend you over that stupid help desk counter at the Support Course Lab. Wanted to strip you out of that stupid neon orange mechanic jumpsuit you're always wearing." He's grumbling nonsense into your neck as you pick up the pace, putting all of your energy into giving him a great handjob. "Ah! Ah! I'm gonna need you to stop that, beautiful."

You slide your hand off of his dick and he plants a soft kiss into your neck before pulling away from you. He stares down at you with an incredulous look in his piercing blue eyes, chest rising and falling heavily. "Fuck, the things you do to me." He whispers through full lips, his eyes darting down to your tits and then back up to meet your eyes. Your stomach does a little somersault at all the keen attention he's giving you. Is there a chance...that he actually likes you?

He reaches down between you and spins his fingertip against your clit again, causing your pussy to throb hungrily.

"Let's get you taken care of." He breathes out quietly, his face a breath away from your own. He taps at your clit again and smirks as you shift your body towards him needily, desperate for him to provide some sort of relief to your aching pussy. You look up at him with pleading eyes.

"Yeah, I could really use your cock right now." You say in a desperate, slutty sort of voice. It's a voice that even you are surprised to hear coming out of your mouth. Touya gives you another genuine laugh and you find yourself entranced by the sound.

"Don't worry, I've got you." He scoops up your right leg and positions it so that your knee presses against your chest. He presses your bodies back against eachother and uses his free hand to push the head of his cock to your entrance.

This time, he takes it slow. This time, he makes sure you feel every fucking inch of him slide into you. He stares into your wide eyes with his own shockingly bright eyes, desperate to see every emotion that flickers across your face as you take his thick cock.

You moan as he bottoms out inside of you, your body is thrilled to be full and stretched like this. Fuck. If he asked, you'd be his little slut til the end of time.

But the vibe has shifted - it's no longer hot and heavy and desperate.

No, in this new position, Touya is fucking worshiping your body with every stroke. His eyes are laser focused on your face, his lips parted as he lets out these tiny sighs of pleasure with each thrust. He presses your knee up a bit more so he can get a better angle, shifting his hips from side to side so that he can get as much of his cock inside of you as possible.

You have no idea what to do or say, you've never had someone's attention this laser focused on you during sex. You feel like you'll combust under his gaze, under his touch. His cock feels so fucking good inside of your tight heat - the gentle way he's dragging it backwards before lightly thrusting it back inside is absolute heaven. He keeps up a steady pace for a few moments before he dips his head so he can bury it back into your neck. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you into his chest, your knee pressed between your two bodies as he continues to fuck into you softly.

Your so overwhelmed with the magic of it all you keep forgetting to breathe. You feel so comfortable pressed against him like this, his cock buried in you as far as it will go. Your orgasm builds with each thrust, a tense coiling of golden ichor in your core.

Touya seems to feel the same because he picks up the pace, groaning quietly into the soft flesh of your neck with every rut. "Fuck this pussy is good Y/N." He flexes into you, the tip of his cock hitting a gloriously deep spot inside of you. You feel your legs start to shake with the pleasure of it all.

"Touya. Touya. I think I'm gonna..."

"Yeah baby? Can you cum for me, pretty girl?" He moans into your skin, pressing wet kisses to the place where your neck and shoulder meet. Baby? Pretty Girl? Fuck.

The pet names drive you over the edge and you cum hard around his cock. Your pussy flexes and flares and absolutely consumes him as he fucks up into you.

"Oh fuck baby. Fuck Yeah. Shit." Touya mutters a string of expletives appreciatively as he feels your cunt flutter and squeeze around him as you cream. He slides his hands down to your waist and helps you ride out your orgasm with stuttering hips. Your gummy walls try to milk him for his baby batter and you feel his breath hitch. The tail end of your orgasm slips away, leaving you a twitching mess in its wake.

"Shit. Baby. Shit. I'm gonna cum." Touya breathes, thrusting into you hard before quickly scrambling to pull out of your slick heat. Your leg drops to the ground as he takes a quick step away, splattering your stomach with thick cum as he barely makes it out in time. You lean back into the shower tile, catching your breath as Touya stares at you with wide, fucked out eyes. He rubs out the last waves of his orgasm, dick quickly going soft in his hand as he stares at your gorgeous, shaky body.

"Woah." He breathes, releasing his hold on his cock and straightening up to stand. He runs his hands through sex-wild white hair, laughing a bit as he comes back to himself.

"Yeah, woah." You slide down to sit on the floor, absolutely exhausted and caught up in the afterglow of the best fuck you've ever had. You close your eyes and drop your head back against the wall and breathe in deeply, your breasts bouncing with the effort of it.

After a moment, he joins you, knocking his bare knee against your own.

The shower is still going next to you both, droplets of hot water bouncing off the tile floor and clinging to your skin in small splashes.

"Would you be up for doing that again sometime?" He asks, voice open and eager.

You crack open an eye and look over at him, bewildered.

"Seriously?" You say, not even bothering to hide the surprise in your voice.

Yeah, when Touya started sexting you via Instagram late last night you were hoping for a good hot fuck. But that was it. You know Touya's reputation, and you know he doesn't sleep with anyone more than once. Plus - he's wayyy out of your league. He's a hot shot future hero and you're the kind of side character who's always behind the scenes. Most of the hero course students barely notice you, even when you help with their support gear. You're not a main character, you're just a face in the crowd.

"Did you hear anything I was saying before?" Touya laughs incredulously. "We've been friends for like three years, haven't we? Ever since you started working on my support gear in our first year."

It's true that the two of you have been known to chat and discuss his support gear. You'll even grab lunch together every few weeks to chat through shared course work and the general UA curriculum. But this whole time you thought he was just buttering you up so you'd do your best when working on his hero gear. You're friendly with him, sure. You're friendly with a lot of people. It's part of being in Support - customer service and that sort of thing.

Hold on.

You think back to all of the memes he's sent you on Instagram, the times he's waved to you in the hall. The extra hours he's spent chatting with you while you tinkered with his support gear in the lab, the times he's snuck you extra sweets from Lunch Rush as a thank you for the suit modifications. Holy shit. You've been putting this guy on a fucking pedestal and this whole entire time he's been...trying to make you his friend!?

You give him a surprised look, eyebrows raised. Your mouth is trying to find words but you're at an utter loss.

"Y/N. You can't be serious. I've been trying to get your attention for literal months." He's giving you a look of bafflement. "I've been flirting with you forever. Like...every time I come to the Lab. My support gear has been working perfectly all year, didn't you notice that the cuff to my gloves kept breaking in the same spot? I literally have been taking it apart with a screwdriver every other week for an excuse to come back to the Lab to talk to you."

"Huh!?" Your brain is crashing out as it scrambles to think back to all the times Touya would show up to the Lab, sheepishly grinning as he showed you the latest way he's managed to break his support gear "during training."

"Y/N." Touya shakes his head in disbelief, then throws back his head and laughs - illicit locker room hookup be damned. You can't help but start laughing with him. "Come here." He stands up and hauls you to your feet.

The showers in the locker room are private and broken into two sections - a tiny curtained changing area that leads into the larger shower space. He opens the shower curtain to the cramped changing area to grab his gym bag. He unzips it and pulls out a washcloth alongside a ziplock bag filled with toiletries. He ducks back into the shower area where you're standing awkwardly, completely naked and still sticky from sex.

He reaches behind you to adjust the shower head so that it's back in place, and gently pushes you under the warm water. You feel your muscles relaxing under the hot steamy flow. You close your eyes and tilt your head back to wet your hair. You're exhausted and feeling such a complex mix of emotions - nerves at how you'll escape the men's locker room undetected, delight at the orgasm you've just shared with the hottest guy at UA, and surprise and excitement that Touya has been trying to pursue you all this time.

You let out a small "eep!" of surprise as you feel Touya slot himself behind you. He wraps his muscled arms around your body and squeezes you in a brief hug, before sliding a thick bar of soap across the plush skin of your stomach.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He says quietly, his voice a tickle in your ear as he dips to kiss your neck. He slowly soaps you up, bubbles of suds glinting across your skin in the low florescent light of the school shower. He touches you like you're something valuable, something to be cherished. It makes your heart feel like you might explode.

In a few minutes, you're squeaky clean. You've used some of the shampoo from the shower's soap dispenser to lather at your hair, and Touya's made short work of your body with soap and a washcloth. But he doesn't stop there. He kneads at your sore shoulder muscles under the hot water, laughing softly when you arch into his gentle touch. Who would have thought that Touya would be the king of aftercare!?

It's a quiet, intimate thing to be touched by Touya in this way. Even in your wildest Touya fantasies, you never let yourself dream that a post-coital Touya could be so sweet. You've only heard rumors of his reputation as a heartbreaker - he's always fucking and leaving. You don't even realize that you've said this aloud to him until he pauses in his gentle massage at the nape of your neck.

"Huh. Yeah that's a fair concern. Well...think of it this way. I have a lot of fuckin' goals. I want to be number one at school. I want to be the number one hero once we graduate. I've never had time for relationships or feelings or shit - but sex is fun. I tell everyone before I sleep with them not to expect anything more than a good fuck. It's not like I'm purposefully running around 'breaking hearts.' I'm upfront about what I want and what I can give."

"But..." You're not sure if you want to be having this discussion, you don't want to set yourself up for disappointment. You're confused about this whole situation and what it means. "You didn't tell me that. You didn't tell me not to expect anything more than sex. That's fine, though. I assumed this would just be a quick one-off thing." You say, sighing as he resumes rolling out your muscles with his capable fingers.

"Y/N." He huffs out a laugh, squeezing at your shoulders lightly. "I already said I want to do this again with you. In fact...Y/N I want to fucking date you. School schedule and hero shit be damed." He wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against him. You feel the hard planes of his chest muscles naked against the skin of your back. You're covered in goosebumps at the skin-to-skin contact and at his unbelievable words. "I thought I've made it clear to you - I'm interested. I'm invested. I have been for a while." He sucks in a breath, and you realize that he's pitching you. This idiot is trying to convince you to let him date you. This is real insanity hours now - there's no way in a thousand years that you would have seen this coming.

Touya nuzzles his pointed, aristocratic face into your shoulder. The hot water continues to pour from the shower head, drenching you both in warmth. Your mind races - Touya Todoroki wants to date you!? Maybe you aren't just a face in the crowd, after all. You stay silent as you mull it all over. He fills the airspace the best he can: "I can't promise you I'll be any good at this relationship stuff...I've never done it before. But if you'll have me, I'll try to be the best damn boyfriend I can. Think about it - Touya Todoroki, number one in the class. Number one in your heart. Number one boyfriend. Has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He laughs, and once again it's that clear, unguarded sound that makes your heart squeeze.

"I'd like that." Is all you can manage to say. You're so overwhelmed - thoughts and question buzzing around in your head like a hive of angry bees. Loud bees. "I'm gonna need a hot minute to process all of this." Your legs are still shaky and you are starting to feel dehydrated. You want to go lay down in your bed for a while and just think about it all.

"Take your time, beautiful." Touya sounds pleased as he plants another smooch on your cheek. "We're in no rush. I texted all of the guys to steer clear of the locker room for another half hour."

"What!?" You say, incredulous. You had thought this was a super secret sexy hookup that no one would ever know about.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want us to be interrupted. And everyone owes me a favor from when I got training cancelled last week by accidentally setting Gym C on fire."

"So everyone knows that you and I are...?"

You don't need to look at Touya to know he's got that wicked grin plastered to his face - the one that shows off his mischievous dimples. "Hey, I didn't explicitly say what we would be doing...but..." He shrugs, all cocky confidence. "I think it was pretty easy for them to read between the lines."

"Touya Todoroki." You admonish, stepping out and away from him so you can turn around and deliver a light smack to his chest. "You are an absolute menace."

His bright teeth sparkle in the lowlight and you're stricken by how damn pretty he is.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, reaching to grab your bare hips and pull you towards him. He dips his head down so he's a breath away from your lips. "Let me show you just how menacing I can be, sweetheart." He kisses you, and it's as if your lips are magnetic the way they are pulled back to his over and over.

Touya Todoroki, Number One Boyfriend.

Huh. You kind of like the sound of that.

[jesswritesthat]

Aizawa Shōta: Quirkless

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [Masterlist]

Summary: ~1k, fluff, humour

• Being a vigilante puts you on a wanted list despite your good intentions, it’s only when Erasure Head tracks you down that your life starts to change.

Warnings: Slight spoilers

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It was easy skirting the line between good and evil, by definition you were on the fence. Technically you leaned toward the underground hero side, the only issue with what you did being the fact you didn’t have a hero licence.

That’s why they’d dubbed you a vigilante.

Naturally you’d evaded the radar quite well so far, hanging up petty criminals for the police, assisting civilians during villain attacks. Heroes hadn’t the chance to catch you since you’d disappear whilst they were distracted with villain clean up, and stealth was a specialty of yours.

However if anyone was going to hunt you down, it was going to be a fellow underground hero. Unluckily (or luckily) for you, the man to succeed was Erasure Head. He came from the shadows and wasn’t very talkative but under the shimmering stars, you engaged in battle with him, dodging his weapon and physical attacks.

“I’m not the bad guy here Erasure!”

“Yet, you’re on a wanted list.”

Then it hit you, Erasure Heads' infamous gaze befell your figure and just like that your quirk would be nullified. It was supposed to stop you, prevent you from moving the way you do by erasing your speed, agility, and strength. He’d clearly researched you.

At least, it would've. If you had a quirk.

As effortlessly as before you leapt high to dodge the attack, and whilst turning upside down during the dodge came face to face with the hero. So whilst you took a mental snapshot of his surprised expression of relaxation, he was met with a proud smirk overhead.

You landed with grace, grasping a piece of the cloth in your hand with the other readied your bo staff.

“It didn’t affect you.”

“Maybe I’m immune, or it’s a range issue?” You inquired with an upbeat tone, however even through his visor, you could see him analyse you.

“No, that’s not it.”

This time you maintain eye contact, no doubt he’d figure it out your abilities were purely products of training rather than a quirk, and since he wasn’t attacking your battle was at a stalemate. You gave a light tug on the cloth, hoping it’d encourage a reaction but it wasn’t one you expected.

"You can't keep doing this." Aizawa paused, pulling down his scarf with a slight lift of his lips. "Without a licence."

"What?" The cloth slipped from your fingers, pure shock radiating your form and if he wasn’t serious he’d have taken advantage of that. The fact he remained still and folded his arms only perplexed you further.

"I understand now, without a quirk the odds of getting into any hero course are practically zero. Without that, applying for a license becomes equally as difficult." The underground hero spoke casually, and though a degree of tension had been eased, trust was elusive.

"You work out I'm quirkless and everything comes into the light huh? Although technically, because I'm quirkless, I haven't broken any unauthorised quirk use laws." You wittily replied, and for a second you thought there was amusement but he was quick to make that.

"It was the missing piece of your puzzle."

His calming tone gave you a moment to think, gaze diverted toward the concrete of the roof as you spoke with greater sincerity.

"I hope you know even if practicing without a licence is illegal, I only wanted to help others. Hitting the pro leagues is unrealistic, but an underground hero? That was obtainable if I worked hard."

Erasure Head shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head slightly.

"You know, with a recommendation you can take the license exam."

"Haha, and what pro in their right mind would authenticate me? I'm a vigilante in their eyes.” You laughed mockingly, grin falling short when he stepped toward you and offered out a hand.

“I’ll do it.”

The offer was ever so kind and tempting, yet you leaned forward and inspected his palm suspiciously.

“…You’re not gonna slap some handcuffs on my wrist the second I touch your hand are you?”

“Depends if you shock me with that electric device on your palm.”

Small smiles were exchanged, hand slipping into his way far too easily.

“YO YO DID YOU GET THEM?!” The voice boomed as another joined the rooftop, the eccentric man taking in the meaningful look being shared and the still intertwined hands.

“Oho you did~”

———

“AND THATS how I wingmanned Aizawa the ultimate partner.” Mic proudly finished, far too enigmatic in his retelling of the tale to Class 2-A (who you were supposed to be assisting in combat training before Mic gatecrashed).

Meanwhile yourself and Aizawa stared deadpan at the man with a neutrality that could kill.

“Get out of my class.”

“You did not wingman at all.”

Even so, your justification didn’t nullify the awed looks of a few students, nor their cooing chatter. A few knew you were quirkless anyway, but it came as a surprise considering your combat skill. Deku in particular, Mashirao and Shinsō were dedicated students to learning your martial arts.

“That’s adorable! Y’know they worked as a team for a few years, talk about date night.” Mina joyfully told Momo and Jirō, whilst Denki commented next.

“Who knew Aizawa-Sensei was so in love? Oh wait Shinsō did you know about this?”

The student in question looked just as bored as yourself and Shōta, sparing the two of you a sympathetic glance before answering.

“Yeah, I’ve spent enough time training with them to find out.”

“So what happened next?” Uraraka questioned excitedly, the rest of the class seeming to have a similar curiosity.

“Uh, well Shōta helped me apply for a license and after that I became an official underground hero.” You awkwardly replied, only to be abruptly refuted by Mina.

“Nice try (L/n)-san, but that’s not what we’re talking about.”

“That’s—“

“Your ‘serious’ Sensei caught the feels - which were reciprocated but our two lovebirds didn’t know that - and after an explosion, a giant chicken, and a kiss, the rest is history.”

“Mic.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds so strange.” You hummed thoughtfully, recalling the memory yourself and naturally it sparked questions.

“You can’t leave us hanging like that!” Denki cried, urging Present Mic for further information but alas Shōta intervened by gently sending his best friend on his way.

“Alrighty, it was solemn evening in—“

“Out! You all start sparring else I’ll expel you!”

Watching as the class hurriedly partnered up to spar, Aizawa readjusted his scarf when rejoining your side with a huff escaping him.

“He missed out the egg.”

The offhanded additions of Shōta caught you off guard but you laughed regardless, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Oh yeah, that was my favourite part.” Despite the bemusement, he flicked to you with a challenging raised brow - and quickly you amended your statement. “Aside from the kiss of course.”

“Sure, vigilante.”

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[ Masterlist ]

[lola-kitagawa]

You’re a nun surrounded by cute Priests… That all want you?!–

“𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥~”

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima, Shinso, Todoroki, Fem!Reader.

Synopsis: Having just transferred to a church as a newly renound sister. You found yourself meeting 4 Priests that seemed to be men of Christ… Unless it came to you.

warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of religion (duh).

A/N: NO BLASPHEMY AND NO SEXUALIZATION OF NUNS!! Don’t sexualise nuns yall.🫡

Notes: Fake religious procedures and logic. Reader is not wearing anything sexual, reader is kind and sweet but is a bit oblivious (but defensive).

Today was the day.

With your arms full of belongings and your heart weighed down with nerves, you stepped onto the marble steps of the church, letting out a shaky breath.

The sight before you was breathtaking: tall, intricate arches painted golden and white, radiating an almost divine glow under the afternoon sun.

This was your new beginning.

You adjusted your veil, steadying yourself as you approached the grand doors.

The sharp knock of your fist echoed against the wood, the sound swallowed by the church’s stillness. You waited, silence greeting you.

Hesitating, you knocked again, harder this time. Just as doubt began to creep in, the door creaked open, revealing a man with dark purple hair and tired eyes.

“Who is it…?” he asked, voice low and rough, like someone unused to small talk.

His gaze lingered too long before flicking away, as if embarrassed.

He immediately notices your long black dress and veil, nun attire.

"Ah, you must be the new Dame they mentioned. We’ve been expecting you.” He opens the door fully, making way for you to enter.

You politely nod as you enter, you hear him slowly close the door behind him.

"Thank you, Father..?" you ask him, waiting for a name.

His eyes look you up and down once more, but something told u he might not be examining u like the first time. Atleast not in the way you thought.

"Shinso, Father Shinso but you can just call me Shinso. I don't do well with titles," he introduced himself in the same monotone voice.

You smiled at his reply and followed accordingly.

As Shinso led you further in the church to greet the rest of the people, your eyes couldn't leave the beautiful sight of the church's insides.

Magnificent paintings on the walls and ceilings. The altar and pews designed with intricate wooden patterns.

You swear you could almost shed a tear.

The place's beauty was beyond words. it was so lovely, arches painted golden and white, a pure house of the lord. It was filled with—"Sister, this way please," Shinso said, catching your attention.

You snapped out of your thoughts and hurried behind him.

Shinso walked ahead of you, his steps measured but unhurried, the echo of his shoes against the marble floor filling the silence between you.

You struggled to keep up, your gaze drawn to the grandeur of the church’s interior—the intricate woodwork of the pews, the painted angels that seemed to watch you from the ceilings.

“Shinso, this place is…” you started, but his voice interrupted.

“This way,” he said flatly, motioning you to follow him into a sunlit courtyard.

The scent of blooming flowers hit you first, followed by the sight of a man sitting on a stone bench, hands clasped in prayer. His dark green hair caught the light, and his refined vestments seemed to command authority.

“Father Midoriya,” Shinso said, tapping the man on the shoulder, “she’s here.”

The green haired priest turns his head, revealing his bright green eyes and cute round freckled

face—honestly? He looks more like a altar boy more than a priest.

You noticed he was wearing a much more refined vestment than Shinso, he definitely has more experience than the other Priest you'll see.

"Ah, you must be Y/n." He stands up to greet you, holding out his hand to shake, "Pleasure to meet you, sister."

He had a warm smile on his face, unlike Shinso's solemn expression. He was more welcoming, how sweet.

You take his hand, shaking it gently. "The pleasure is all mine, Father Midoriya."

You swear you felt his grip tighten for a split second, it was unnerving but, oddly comforting.

He lets go of your hand, "Shinso, has she met Father Bakugo yet?" he asked him.

Shinso shakes his head, "No, i thought you would have a better impression on her. Bakugo on the other hand…”

You raise your brow at the sudden change in aura.

Both men look to the side, nodding their head in agreement. Like a mutual understanding.

Needless to say it was obvious this Father Bakugo was... something.

"I understand, Shinso. Come, sister." Father Midoriya moves past you, "This is a big church, you'll need to settle down first before meeting everyone."

You fidget your hands at the thought.

Father Midoriya points you to the dame's quarters. Showing you where your room should be.

After showing you to the Dame’s quarters, Father Midoriya gave a quick bow and left you with a polite, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You stood there for a moment, clutching the strap of your bag. The hallway was long and eerily quiet, the faint hum of a hymn drifting in from somewhere far away. With a sigh, you turned, attempting to find your room.

The corridors seemed endless, each corner looking exactly like the last. You glanced at your map again, only to realize it was no help at all. Frustration bubbled as you wandered, your footsteps echoing faintly.

Just as you were about to call out for help, a sharp voice pierced the stillness.

"Who in God's name did that Deku invite now?"

The voice was deep, rough, and very intimadating. You gulped, turning to the voice behind you.

And there standing tall, was a spikey blonde haired man. Wearing the same attire as Shinso.

And sharp red eyes that made your breath hitch.

He's terrifying.

The priest stared at you for a couple more seconds before letting out a hard tsk.

"Tch. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?” he asked, his gaze almost threatening you to answer quick.

You're frozen in your tracks, backing away as you squeeled: "Y/n! My name is Y/n! | was appointed by Father Midoriya to transfer here!!'

You hold ur hands up in defense, afraid to look in disrespect.

As you slowly look back up at him, he had a less frightening look.

More inquisitive than anything. Like he was curious about you.

Before you could think of a response to the intimidating priest towering over you, another voice interrupted.

“Bakugo, don’t scare her. Remember Midoriya’s words.”

The speaker emerged from the shadows—a man with striking two-toned hair and a burn scar that made his face look both kind and solemn. His calm tone contrasted sharply with Bakugo’s aggression, and his piercing gaze landed on you for a moment before shifting back to the blonde.

“Tch,” Bakugo spat, glaring at the newcomer. “I wasn’t scaring her.”

“Of course not,” the man replied evenly, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. "He said that Sister Y/n is special and should be treated as such."

Father Bakugo turned to the man with disdain and contempt.

"I KNOW half n half!! Stop barging in on everyone's conversations!"

"I'm not, you're just so loud that everyone can hear you?"

"SHUT UP! I'M NOT SO LOUD!!!"

You cover your right ear to reduce ear shatter, Father Bakugo, upon noticing this tsks and sulk in

the corner. You look back up to the other priest with two toned hair.

Upon noticing your eyes on him, he plainly smiles in return.

"Sorry for Father Bakugo, he can be quite fiesty with new people in general," he approaches you with a calm presence. “I'm Todoroki, a close friend of Midoriya, im assuming you've met him already, no?"

His words bring a soft laugh to your lips, how politely funny.

"Yes, i have. He has quite a welcoming personality, made me feel right at ease."

As Todoroki was about to speak, Father Bakugo had a few words to say.

"Oi! Don't ignore me."

"You weren't saying anything Bakugo-"

"Not the point!! The damn Deku told me i was in charge of taking her to her quarters and YOU'RE holding her up."

He suddenly takes you by the arm rather roughly, tugging you away from Todoroki.

You almost tripped and fall as he dragged you to your designated room. It was a quick walk, and you have definitely passed by it as you were looking for your room. He lets go of your now aching arm as you reach your room.

"Here, this is your room. If you need anything, don't bother.”

Without even opening the door, he leaves you with nothing else.

After Bakugo’s brusque departure, you lingered for a moment in front of your door, your arm still stinging from his rough grip. With a sigh, you pushed it open and stepped inside.

The room was simple but welcoming: a small bed neatly made, a vanity with an oval mirror, and an altar tucked into the corner with a single candle waiting to be lit. You placed your bag down and sank onto the bed, letting your body relax for the first time since arriving.

Honestly, if it were up to you, you’d choose to stay in your old church.

It felt more like home, more familiar, and more… welcome.

Just as you began to settle, a knock at the door startled you.

You stood, adjusting your robes as you hesitated. Who could it be now? Slowly, you opened the door to reveal a man with spiky red hair and a grin that was both sharp and disarming.

“Hello, you must be Y/n!”

You almost jumped at the sight.

Upon seeing you slightly frightened by him, he holds up his hands for you to see.

“H-Hey! Don’t worry! I’m not here to hurt you or anything…” He chuckles awkwardly.

You tilt your head at him, lowering your guard a bit.

He sighs and scratches the back of his head, “I’m Father Kirishima, sister. You ca—may, call me Eijirou. I’m a friend of Father Bakugo.”

Oh, the angry pomeranian looking Priest has friends? Interesting.

“I came here to uh, apologize for his tone and actions earlier. I promise he’s not always like this,” He gives a pitiful smile, asking forgiveness in a way.

Who knew Father Bakugo would befriend such a gentleman?

“It’s alright, i reassure you i’m fine. I understand he’s not really the most welcoming.”

With a soft smile, he politely bows at you. “Thank you sister, please, rest for the night. We’ll see you in the morning.”

With one last bow, you slowly close your door.

As the door clicked shut behind Father Kirishima, you let out a small sigh and turned to the modest altar in the corner of the room.

The flickering candlelight gave the space a warm glow, but it did little to settle the unease curling in your stomach. Something about this place—and the men within it—felt different, unfamiliar. You whispered a quick prayer for peace, hoping the strange tension you felt was just the strain of a long journey.

Unbeknownst to you, beyond the walls of your room, other prayers were being whispered—though none were pure.

…

Shinso leaned against a stone pillar in the dimly lit hall, his eyes half-lidded but far from tired. He replayed the way your lips had curved into that polite smile, how your eyes had sparkled with curiosity despite your nervousness. It made his chest ache in a way he didn’t want to name.

“She’s trouble,” he murmured to himself, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise.

…

Midoriya sat alone in the courtyard, fingers twitching as he stared at the rosary in his hands. He could still feel the softness of your palm when you shook his hand, the warmth that lingered longer than it should have.

“You’re so… soft,” he whispered under his breath, his face flushing a deep red. He shut his eyes tightly, whispering prayers for forgiveness, but his mind wandered to the way your voice sounded when you said his name. The faintest tremor in your tone had him gripping the rosary tighter.

…

Todoroki’s hand hovered just above the door to his quarters, but he didn’t open it. He had seen the way Bakugo had dragged you through the hall, his rough grip on your arm. His lips pressed into a thin line.

“She doesn’t belong here,” he muttered. But even as he said it, his mind betrayed him. He thought of the way your veil framed your face, your soft voice, the nervous way you’d glanced at him. The thought of those wide eyes looking up at him—searching for something—was a temptation he couldn’t ignore.

…

In another part of the church, Bakugo sat alone in one of the pews, scowling at nothing in particular. His fingers drummed against the wood, the memory of your startled expression when he’d grabbed your arm playing on repeat in his mind.

“Damn it,” he hissed, running a hand through his spiky hair. He hated the way your scent lingered on his sleeve, hated how his body reacted every time he thought about you.

Hated that he already wanted to see you again.

…

Kirishima stood just outside your room, his hand lingering on the wood for a moment before pulling back. He could still hear your voice, soft and full of cautious curiosity, echoing in his ears.

“She’s so… sweet,” he thought, biting his lip. The way you had looked at him, even briefly, made him feel like a starving man seeing a feast. He closed his eyes and whispered a prayer—not for strength, but for forgiveness.

Because the way he wanted you had nothing to do with God.

The priests’ thoughts were as far from holy as they could be, but none dared say a word.

For now.

You know, for my first post on tumblr? It's kind of a death wish to make it a long ass story TT^TT

But! Let me know what you all thinkkk I'd love some comments and feedbacks and even small praise is welcome!! :33

!!CHAPTERS TAKE WEEKS TO WRITE!!

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[dynachan]

[kissbirdboy]

GOD DAMN

pages from fiction | hawks x reader

summary - hawks discovers you read smutty manga ... about him. word count - 4k notes - some shameless smut for the new year featuring afab! reader and the birdman :) animated borders credit @/enchanthings-a warnings - smut, use of pet name, biting, teasing, oral (f!), PIV penetration, humor 18+ only!

You have a visitor… Not unwanted, just unexpected. 

It’s around noon when you return to your apartment. You only manage to kick off your shoes when you find your friend, Hawks, on your sofa. His massive wings are pinned against the cushions, his gloves, headset, and eyewear discarded on the coffee table.  

He must have entered through the balcony door, often left unlocked whenever he wanted to visit or take a break from patrol. It’s not an unusual thing to come home to, so you’re not put off by his appearance. He knows how to keep himself entertained while you’re out. Sometimes channel surfing, scrolling on his phone, or on occasion, napping on your sofa. 

Today, he seems to be in the mood to read.

You take a few steps from the door, only to stop in your tracks as your eyes zero in on the book held in his hands. 

Your good-natured greeting dies on your tongue, too shocked to process what you’re actually seeing. 

It was a mistake, an oversight on your part, but you can’t take it back now. But if you could, you would have never left that book out in the open. Because you never intended for Hawks to find the doujinshi based off of him lying around where he could find it. 

Hawks peers up, giving you a friendly onceover,  way too calm for your liking that you blurt out, “It was Mirko.” 

It was a gag gift from Mirko. In honor of April Fool’s Day that passed recently. Her sense of humor often involved teasing you for your crush on Hawks. So much, that opportunity knocked at the right time and she presented you with an explicit gift. 

“Manga?” You had raised a brow at the offering. “A joke manga?” you added, taking it without a proper glance.  

She grinned like a madwoman, urging you to give it more attention. “A niche kind of manga. Thought of you when I saw it.” 

Flipping to the front cover, blood rushed to your face, jumpstarting your pulse. 

Large, feathered wings, a bare chest, bedroom eyes that resembled your favorite Pro Hero with the very suggestive title—  

“ A Hawks in Rut ,” Hawks recites aloud, bringing you back to the present. He rises to his feet, leveling you with a mischievous gaze.  

You’re guilty, and he knows you are, because it’s the truth. Despite giving Mirko stick for the stunt, you didn’t turn down the gift. Nor did anything stop you from poring over each panel, deep into the night.  

Your mind was in overdrive, inserting yourself in the heroine’s shoes as the manga-version of Hawks ravaged every inch of her. You didn’t even know stuff like this existed. Fan-made, X-rated content of Pro Heroes for public consumption? Is this even legal? You demanded to know where Mirko got this, but her lips were sealed. 

You haven’t budged an inch, rooted to the spot by the door. Fight or flight, your mind crosses between two thoughts: snatch the manga back from Hawks or flee your own apartment.  

Hawks pays your inner conflict no mind. And if he does, then he’s being a little shit about it. Because he approaches with a casual swagger, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other still holding the manga.  

As he draws closer, your mind glitches, stuck on repeat. “It was Mirko.”

Hawks croons. “Aww, that’s cute. Giving you a manga using my likeness.”

“It was a joke,” comes your quick response. 

“What part?” Hawks tilts his head. “The gift? The story? The drawings of me naked?”

Your eyes widen, mouth floundering. “No, no, no, Hawks—no! I wasn’t—” You weren’t poking fun at him if that’s what he means. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

His voice dials down to a husk. “Oh? So, tell me, birdy…”

Any attempt you make at a rational response is futile. Because hearing that pet name, the same one used in the manga—out of Hawks’s own mouth — turns your mind into cotton. It’s a sin how much you liked it, and it was criminal to want to hear it used again and again…

However, you gather your wits before you lose them entirely, keen to know, “How much of that did you read?” 

From the amused sparkle in his eyes, it’s obvious Hawks has read more than enough. He puffs out a laugh. “Not much to ‘read’, really. Unless you mean the dialogue of...pleasure.” Another step closer and he’s haunting your space. “How much did you read?”

All of it in one sitting. Several times you tried to set the book down but couldn’t. Rather you were hooked, flipping through it, a budding warmth dampening the center of your thighs. By the end of it, you were dizzy and breathless, passing out with those lewd illustrations stamped behind your eyes. They invaded your dreams too. Hawks, nude, looming over you in bed…

“Birdy…” he singsongs, voice dripping with honey. “Lost you there for a second. Must have been a page-turner. The kind you read late at night, under the covers, maybe?”

Your pulse beats fast as he plucks your hand. “And this between your legs?” he whispers into your knuckles, warm breath turning into a soft kiss.

Without thinking, your hand reels back, incriminating yourself.

Hawks’s brows reach his hairline. “Oh…someone looks guilty. But what for?” He veers closer, until your back settles on the door. 

He takes advantage of that, planting his hand against the wood, a hairsbreadth away from your head. 

It’s only now you realize he’s not wearing his jacket. From the corners of your vision, all you see is strong, lean muscle that drags your gaze from his arm to his chest. 

You want to have some sense of decorum, but how can you?

Of course, you always knew his hero uniform was on the snug side. Intended for streamlining in the air while remaining lightweight. But you never realized just how skin-tight it was. Like the fabric was painted on. It moves with his chest, sculpting its strength, outlining every inch of him in the best way.  

Venturing a glimpse up, you’re met with a golden gaze, both predatory and beautiful, sending a shiver down your spine. 

For a long moment, he holds your stare, the intensity of it making you weak-kneed. 

“You know,” Hawks starts, flitting his attention back to the book. “Whoever drew these, they’re very creative. They did overexaggerate my eyes, however,” he laughs, turning a page. “Didn’t nail down my wingspan either. Can’t blame them. Too many feathers to draw. Not really the star of the show, right?”

Another turn of the page, the wrinkle of paper sounds like thunder.

“As for my dick…” 

He’s shameless, having way too much fun toying with you. Testing your limits, like a predator with its prey.  

He nods, contemplative, a look of appraisal. “…I’m flattered, they got something right.”

The mischief in his eyes has you averting your stare, anywhere else, only to brake at something beneath his belt.  

It’s a silhouette at first, but as you gawk further, the impossible-to-ignore bulge strains within the confines of Hawks’s pants. 

His eyes drop to his crotch, and he hums, “Speak of the devil.”

Nerves tie a knot in your throat. In classic Hawks fashion, he’s playful about it, blurring the line between seductive and casual. His serenity only leaves you more flustered as your imagination runs rampant, envisioning the details of Hawks’s cock. 

But he’s not done yet. Hawks carries on, flipping through the book once more. “This looks like a fun position. Got to be really flexible to pull this off.”

This time, he turns the manga to your sights, and you almost swoon. 

An entire, singular panel spans both pages. Hawks and the heroine on her bed, him hovering her very, very vulnerable form. Legs folded so tightly with her knees nearly touching her shoulders. And the only dialogue in the panel coming from Hawks: I’m gonna breed you like this. 

You remember drooling over that panel for so long you needed reprieve before bed. The page was even dogeared because you were such a fucking perv.

He looms over, leaving a scant gap between your bodies. Move one inch and you’ll nudge his front. You’re stiff, doing the worst at ignoring his erection. 

“And about my rut,” comes his voice again, sensuous as silk. 

You swallow hard, skin prickling with heat that gathers between your thighs.

Up close, Hawks’s smirk only makes things worse or better…you’ve yet to decide. Regardless, the flash of his Colgate-smile, conspiratorial, pours sparks down your frame. 

He tuts, the sound reaching your ears like a purr. “That silly rumor.”

You blink, pulled out of the fantasy for a moment. You were privy to the alleged spring rut that Hawks experienced. Or so you thought. You had boldly asked Mirko about it once, and she seemed to have more intel.

“That’s why he’s always on ‘special assignment’ for a few weeks,” she had alluded. 

Social media and the tabloids were no different, publishing stories about how Hawks was once again missing in action from public hero events around April. The speculations circulated on the streets too that Hawks entering a rut every spring was practically decreed fact.  

Except it might not be fact after all. Just fodder?

You look up at him, deeply curious, and mildly disappointed… “A rumor?” 

You half-expect Hawks to burst into laughter. Perhaps even to bemoan the public’s misconception of him. But what you see instead is the look of a hunter striking his gaze. 

You stammer, “So, it’s not true—?” 

It happens in a flurry. You’re swept off your feet one second, and airborne, over Hawks’s shoulder the next. And the rest of your apartment glides past your sights. 

Hawks drops you onto your bed, fingering the hem of your shirt.   

Red feathers flutter around to assist. Hawks is hasty, dragging your shirt, while something sharp and swift cuts the back of your bra. The world is nothing but cotton and rustling fabric until your shirt is disposed.

You flop back onto the mattress, tits to the wind. Next, your jeans and underwear are dragged off without fanfare, And Hawks…despite his hurry, takes a pause, blowing out a wolf-whistle.

Sharp eyes rake your chest. “Look at that…there’s a fox hiding under those clothes.” 

Your mind goes static with anticipation, entranced with the way Hawks shamelessly appraises your body. 

There’s a dark and raptorial shift as Hawks’s gaze snaps to yours. He drops forward, wings flared out, casting a crimson eclipse from above. 

“Hawks?”

His hand skims up your stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake before palming your breast. You mewl as he squeezes your flesh.

“You’re so soft,” he rasps, crawling over you, a predator ready to strike. “I can’t wait to leave my marks…” He seals that oath with a searing kiss. 

It catches you by surprise, you try to keep up with his pace, but it’s all-consuming. Sloppy and hungry, a faint whimper falls out from your lips, but Hawks hears it. 

He pulls back, a tendril of saliva breaking apart. “You want that too.” He grins, a growl scraping against his throat. “I can tell. Just fucking look at you. Naked, sprawled on your back, and…”

He trails off, eyes doing the same until they reach your center. 

You’re so wet for him, the arousal leaking from your pussy long before he brought you to the bed. 

Hawks bares his teeth like an animal. “Shit, you got yourself so messy.” He drags his nails up your plush thighs. 

Your skin shivers under the possessive sting. “Hawks—I thought it was a rumor?”

“It is. But everything’s a rumor until proven true." A carnal edge curls around his words, leaving you clueless.  “So—” you breathe. “Are you—are you really in rut—” 

The details of the manga’s story are hazy now, you can only recall a few details. 

Hawks requesting the heroine’s assistance in his lust-filled affliction. From there it went from zero to one hundred fast. 

As you stare at Hawks now in the flesh, it’s like the pages from fiction have come to life. 

“Hawks—” you gasp. 

“ Keigo ,” he cuts you short, voice tight. “If you want me to stop, call me Hawks.” That playful side to him from earlier is nowhere to be seen. It’s been swallowed up by something else. “Call me by my real name…and I’ll keep going. Say my name, and I won’t stop .”

The choice is yours, hanging in the stagnant air. Your breathing is labored, dizzy, an ache gnaws at your stomach. From the way Hawks watches you, his chest stiffening as he sucks in a sharp breath, his willpower is withering. 

You’ve always been careful using his real name. Security reasons, and because ‘Hawks’ was sewn tight within his identity. If you utter his actual name, you won’t be able to undo whatever he has planned. 

It’s a thought you should consider. Rethink how this will affect your friendship with him going forward. How it will affect your own feelings. Despite the circumstances, he’s giving you the option, handing over the reins before he takes them back. 

However, those principles elude you, overshadowed by your own selfish desire. 

Your fate leaves your lips in a forbidden whisper, you’re not sure he hears it. “Keigo.” 

But Keigo does, smug as he presses his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. “That’s my birdy.”

You whine at the affection. Impatient, you weave your hands into his hair to draw him close. He indulges you for a moment, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth. He tastes of sweet coffee, the stroke of his tongue akin to a shot of espresso.

He releases a guttural moan. “Fuck…you’re a great kisser.” He deepens the kiss, stealing the air from your lungs.  

Caught between half-breaths, your head spins. 

“Stay still for me.” Keigo nips at your jaw before falling back on his haunches.

You comply, watching him peel at the neckline of his shirt with precision. Even so, he’s quick with it, wings folding together so that he can slip it off. It’s like an art form, the way his torso stretches, the deftness in his fingers working with the fabric, and the bend of his wings. By the time he’s shirtless, there’s more to see. 

Toned muscle, a six-pack carved into the planes of his stomach, a happy trail sinking past his belt. All that hero training evident in his body, you imagine the same applies to his stamina. At least you’re soon to find out. 

Keigo’s shirt lands somewhere in the room, humored to find you admiring his physique. “You’re the judge. Tell me, better than those drawings?”

The cockiness is distinct in his tone, a signature trait of his that you’ve always adored in secret. If the circumstances were different, you wouldn’t feed that ego of his. But pinned beneath him, a hot frustration simmers in your belly—you don’t care. 

Mouth agape, you nod. Not an ounce of shame left in you.   

Keigo lowers to kiss you again. From the sting of his teeth, you feel blood rushing to your lower lip. He scratches kisses on your neck then, sucking harshly at the skin, leaving marks by your pulse. 

True to his earlier promise, Keigo takes a bite out of every part of you. Your throat, your collarbone, like he’s desperate to devour you before he misses his chance. 

When he reaches your breast, you arch into him. “Keigo—”

You catch the low rumble in his throat, slotting your nipple with his mouth. He sucks harshly, the lewd noises spilling into the air, joining another gasp of his name from your lips. 

He pulls back a little to grab your breasts in both hands, pressing them together to give them as much equal, hungry attention. 

After a moment, Keigo’s attention skates downwards, thumbs pressing into your hip bones, wet kisses smattering all over your stomach. 

Despite the sloppy pace, there’s a reverence in the way Keigo spoils your body. Almost ritualistic and innate. His touch searches and finds the right spots with ease, even parts of your body you didn’t realize were sensitive. Like your rib cage. He sinks his teeth there to leave a loving mark. 

His pace dials down the lower he sinks, then stops when his eyes are reunited with your wet heat.

You can’t describe his expression beyond calling it a trance. Flushed cheeks, lidded eyes, a gaping maw scorching your pussy with his breaths. More surprising, is the loss of his silver-tongue. He licks his lips, but says nothing, like words would fail him if he tried. A certified yapper silenced. 

Then his wings open up, feathers ruffling in light tremors. A few shake free and one lands between your breasts. You take it, running your thumb along the quill.

Keigo shivers. You lift a brow, stroking the feather again, watching him bristle. You don’t recall this happening in the manga. 

“Keigo?” you utter and it’s like his senses snap together. 

He blinks, eyes crawling up to meet yours. A predacious grin forms around his gaping mouth. “Still here, birdy. Just admiring this beautiful pussy of yours—”

Whatever restraint he had left fades in seconds. He tugs you closer and spreads your thighs wide. Dangling his tongue, he gives you another heated look. You watch a dribble of saliva meet your clit, the final warning before Keigo plunges his tongue deep inside of you. 

Pleasure sparks under your skin, glimpses of stars enter your sights. 

It’s all tongue, swiping and thrusting, while Keigo’s talons pierce into your thighs to keep you still. You tremble, already so close to reaching your peak, something Keigo seems privy to. 

He switches to give your clit the most attention, demanding, “You better cum on my fucking face, birdy…”

That authority sends you spiraling, pure ecstasy bursts in your vision, cumming on his tongue. “Keigo!”

“That’s it, that’s it—” he chokes on a grunt, wings tense in the air. “That’s my birdy—fuck—make a mess!”

He slurps every drop, groaning like the pleasure is equally his.

Thigh twitching and muscles numb from being pinned down, you’re mindless as Keigo laps you up with an endless greed. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed. Minutes? Or maybe only a few seconds, because Keigo gives your pussy a gentle kiss before he rises to look at you. 

He smirks. “Still with me?”

You puff out a weak laugh. “Still here…” 

Keigo crawls over, takes your jaw, rewarding you with a fiery kiss to the lips. His front nestles between your thighs. At the press of his erection, a whimper breaks loose from your throat. 

“Not enough for you, huh? Want me to fuck you? Need me to stuff you with my cock?”

“Mhm…” is the only thing you manage.  

Thankfully, Keigo doesn’t torture you any longer. He chuckles, sliding off the bed without looking away. “Make sure those eyes don’t roll out, baby,” he says in preamble, unbuckling his belt. 

You prop yourself on your elbows, eager to watch him strip the last of his clothes. You don’t care how much of a voyeur you’re being. That ship has sailed. 

Keigo slides his pants and boxers off in a hurry. 

His cock springs out and a wave of renewed arousal washes over your body. 

It’s…far better than the illustrations. Far better than your own fantasies. It’s impressive, it’s endowed .

It’s beautiful… Hard and thick, a vein wrapped around the shaft. The tip is flushed a deep red, topped with a pearl of pre-cum.  

Keigo returns to the bed, casting his form of yours. His eyes ride up your stomach, over the valley of your breasts, then finally screech to a halt at your gaze. 

You wonder what you must look like to him because a reflection of your own carnal desire stares back at you tenfold. Keigo’s sharp eyes, pupils blown in a dark vortex, pulling you in deeper. Beautiful, slick lips, agape as he takes a staggered breath.  

He’s always been a master of control. But seeing him in this state triggers a new level of desire within you. For that resolve of his to chip away—to witness a raw, animalistic layer unravel. 

The tip of his dick slides across your center. Rock hard and so fucking heavy, your hips buck up for more friction, turning you into a mewling mess. 

Keigo, however, is no better than you, lust weighing his voice down like iron. “You ready for me?” 

Another pitiful whine pours from your mouth. Words are difficult. Your mind has gone static, too frustrated to think. 

A sharp hiss echoes from above. Keigo bites down on a grin. “Fuck…you’re a vision like this.” Strong hands press down on your thighs, a delicious ache, eclipsed with the feel of Keigo’s dick stroking the seam of your pussy. “Can’t hold back anymore.”

Desperation is caught between Keigo’s lidded eyes. A feral kind of hunger that matches a beast's after staving off for too long. 

“Keigo…” you whine, your hand skims downwards to your pussy. Fingers splay out your folds in a plea. 

“Oh…” Keigo groans, a shudder running from every feather down to his spine. “My name belongs in your mouth. Say it again.”

“Keigo.”

“Fuck…just like that.” He meshes his lips to yours with bruising force, consuming your moans. When he pushes off, he takes your legs, folding them at the knees to crush them between your bodies. “Gotta give you the real, authentic ‘Hawks’ experience,” he growls with a hint of humor. 

His dick nudges your opening. Your pussy flutters, hoping to catch him. But Keigo does the rest, too impatient to wait, he pushes himself in. “Count the inches, baby.”

One...two...the stretch is intoxicating. 

Three...four...his length pulses in your heat. 

Five…six…seven…you lose count of the rest as Keigo buries it all to a hilt. 

Together, you moan in bliss.

Keigo waits a moment for you to adjust and for him to bask in the way your walls suck him in. When that moment passes, he says, “Moving now.”

Your arms enfold around his neck as he pulls out fully and thrusts back in. 

He fucks you with unbridled fervor. Keigo mutters a string of curses, reaching your ears like a melody. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”

On impulse, your hand slides down to the base between his wings. You press into it, fingers knotting in his feathers. 

“Ah—baby, my wings, yes, play with my wings—touch them—”

Between his thrusts inside of you and his pleas, your hands are clumsy brushing through the plumage. You lack any sort of technique, but Keigo responds in favor, moaning in your ear while his wings bristle at your touch.

The animalistic display sends a spark down to your center and you clench around his length.

Keigo chuckles, though it’s strained. “Shit, the way you just got even tighter now…fuck...you feel so fucking good—”

While his pace starts to lose rhythm, the stamina has yet to fail him, nor does he ever miss hitting your sensitive spots. Each sharp thrust brings you closer to your climax. 

Keigo can read your body, gauging how close you are. “Let me feel you cum on my cock—please cum on my cock, birdy, fuck—”

It’s nothing but babbling from him now. He looks at you, a hint of vulnerability hidden in that feral vortex. And with a few more harsh strokes your senses bubble over and fizz into euphoria.  

“That’s my birdy,” he rasps into your mouth, praising you with a loving kiss before he bucks his hips a few more times, triggering his own release. 

He spills inside of you, warm and sticky, you savor the feeling as you both catch your breath. You also take the moment to cherish his appearance. 

Dewy skin, pink cheeks, slick all over his lips and chin. Some strands of his classic windswept hair cling to his forehead. You brush them away, meeting his gaze.

He leans into your touch, slipping his arms beneath your back to draw you in and rain kisses all over your face. 

Your laughter echoes in the room, your senses fluttering back like a loose feather. 

Keigo gulps, taking another deep breath. “Well…that's my kind of page turner.”

You snort, bristling at the new onslaught of kisses on your neck. “Nothing compares to the real thing.”

Keigo coos into your pulse. “A book can only show you so much. It can stir that imagination of yours, but…” He kisses you on the lips. “It can’t fuck you. That’s what I'm meant for.”

After this, you doubt you’ll be able to look at the doujinshi the same way. That version of Hawks may have been a fun fantasy, but Keigo is much more special. 

Without warning, you’re flipped over. You only register your face pressed into the sheets before Keigo hikes your hips up so that your ass is on full display. He rubs the tip of his dick against your slit. It’s already hard again, leaking against your folds. 

He brushes the hair from your nape, folding over to whisper in your ear. “That was round one, birdy. Still got to mark up this pretty, delicate back of yours.”

You shudder with excitement, hoping you’ll be able to keep up with Keigo’s stamina. However long that lasts.

So, it’s true? He has a rut? He's in rut?

Keigo takes your hips in his hands, and you brace yourself, grasping onto the sheets. Whether it is or it isn’t, you don’t care to know.  

..............................................

Mirko sends off the civilians she just rescued with a wave. The authorities will handle the rest as she returns to her patrol, maybe even grab a quick dinner beforehand.

She fishes for her phone in her suit’s pocket and considers maybe meeting up with other heroes if they’d like to join.  

Tapping at the screen, she’s met with two notifications.  

[You – 6:40pm]: Did I ever thank you for that manga? 😉🙏

[Hawks – 7:06pm]: I owe you one!!! 

Mirko cackles. No questions, no explanations, no text replies needed. At least now, she knows to rule you and Hawks out for dinner plans tonight. “Pervs."

a/n: adding to the pile of 'hawks in rut' stories with my own twist! hope you enjoyed! and happy 2025!!

[reareaotaku]

The Problemed Hero

Summary: Shoto causes many troubles for the agency, but thankfully they have you to clean up his destruction messes...

Shoto was a frustrating man for his agency. But it was a plus for you, because you got a job. He caused destruction to buildings and by doing so raised the tax dollars of the civilians.

So, they needed someone with a quirk that could fix things; Restore them to what they once were. That's where you come in. Your quirk is called 'Rapunzel' as you fix what was once broken and restore things to it's original state, just as did Rapunzel with her hair. It's like you were made for destructive guys like Shoto. He's just lucky he got his hands on you before Bakugou's Agency did. He was the only man who was more destructive than Shoto.

Shoto was a stoic man, even after all the years at UA. His trauma runs deep and it hasn't gone away just yet. He still has his triggers and walls like everyone else.

So, you try not to take it personally when he's cruel to you. Or at least what one would perceive as cruel. One of his friends, a teacher[?], Izuku Midoriya told you he was worse when he first entered UA, but he'll warm up to you eventually.

You didn't mind it though. If there was one thing you and Shoto had in common it was your dedication to your job. You weren't here to make friends, just money. Friends were a bonus if it happened, but it didn't bother you if you didn't.

---

There was another job, one in the North side that needed your attention. A school had been destroyed by the cause of a villain's quirk that Shoto had been fighting. When you got there, you weren't expecting Shoto to still be there.

You were more even surprised when he approached you. He never approached you and rarely even talked to you. Only saying what was necessary.

"L/n?"

"Todoroki?"

"Why are you here?"

"Uh, to do my job?" You gesture to the destroyed buildings behind him.

"Right, right." He rubs the back of his neck, seeming to clamp up. "Uh, are you busy after this?"

"I sure hope no. This is a big building and it's going to take a lot of energy to fix it."

"Right, um... You know, I'm not really good with people."

"I've noticed."

"But-" He begin, but he seems to lose himself. "My friends... Izuku... Thinks I should be nicer to you."

"Oh. I thought you were actually warming up to me."

"I'm sorry. Am I not?"

"You're funny Todoroki. No one thinks you're 'not nice'. You're just.... reserved and that's fine. No one needs you to be some superman. You attractive enough to get away with being introverted.''

You then walk past him to get to work on the building, leaving him confused. You thought he was attractive?

[cavedinnix]

I need bkdk fic recommendations with hurt/comfort where Bakugou is the one receiving the hurt/comfort, please friends 🙏

[sakuraszn]

ⵌ ECHOES OF WHAT COULD BE !

ft. Izuku midoriya x fem. reader

synopsis. Izuku quietly harbors feelings for someone he knows he can never have. He watches from the sidelines, silently suffering as his heart breaks piece by piece, helplessly observing his friend fall for someone else.

cw. sfw content upcoming!! ┊angst ┊unrequited love┊unspoken feelings┊this takes place during highschool.

nia’s notes. I haven’t wrote in forever..I highkey missed it soo I’m back n ready to come out with a bunch of content for u guys! I got inspiration from a song called: girl by the internet. 0.9k words.

Izuku Midoriya had always been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was gentle, his spirit was kind, and his dreams vast. But, despite those wonderful qualities that he has there was one thing he couldn’t bring himself to do: confess his love to the person he loved the most.

when it came to his feelings for you, he kept them locked away, buried deep within the confines of his heart. The dreams of becoming a great hero and harvesting the power of one for all were already a monumental task, and adding the complexities of love to his already chaotic life seemed like an insuperable challenge. So, he chose to keep his feelings at bay when the time was right.

you must be wondering how his feelings started for you, yeah? well, it all started during the second year at UA high school.

By then, you and Izuku had become among the closest of friends, like two sides of a coin, always together. Anywhere he went, you were right by his side, and vice versa.

Izuku has always admired your inspiration to help others even when it’s not needed.

Your presence had a way of lighting up a room, and your devoted attitude knew no bounds. All those things about you just had him in a chokehold and lured him to you like a cartoon character flying in the air for pie. He often grappled with the question: why couldn’t he muster the courage to confess his true feelings for you? It was a struggle he faced daily, a quiet battle that kept him awake at night. Each time he thought about disclosing his heart, fear crept in, wrapping around him like an unshakeable cloud.

Instead, he chose to remain in the background, silently observing as you drew closer to Shoto Todoroki, the charming boy who seemed to effortlessly grab the attention of everyone in the class.

Izuku couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy stirred within him lately every time he saw you and shoto together. You two were always laughing, sharing inside jokes, and supporting each other in ways that made Izuku's heartache. he could see the way your beautiful eyes sparkled when you looked at shoto, the way you would easily get flushed whenever he was near. It was clear to everyone, including Izuku, that you, y/n, had fallen for shoto.

Weeks dragged on, and the interactions between Izuku and you widened painfully. He still crossed your path often, still fought beside you in battles that demanded trust and unity, but the ease of your conversations had vanished. Laughter that once echoed between you now felt forced, awkward—a fragile reminder of what used to be.

One evening, the sky bled crimson as the sun dipped below the horizon. You stumbled upon him outside the dormitories, alone and consumed by his relentless training. His kicks sliced through the air with a desperation that mirrored the turmoil in your heart. It was as if the rhythmic motions were a futile attempt to keep the ghosts of your shared moments at bay. You stood in the shadows, unsure whether to approach or linger in the silence that had grown so thick between you.

“Deku,” you said softly. “Can we talk?”

He glanced up, jolted by your sudden approach, the gravity in your voice catching him off guard.

“Of course.”

You stood there hesitantly with your hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of your skirt. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something. It’s about Todoroki.”

Izuku’s heart sank quickly. He nodded, bracing himself for the knowing words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“I… I think I like him,” she admitted, your cheeks tinged with warmness. “I’m not sure how he feels, but I wanted to tell you because… well, you’re my closest friend, and I value your opinion.” The words hung heavy in the air, and Izuku felt like someone plunged him with a knife and twist it in his stomach.

Izuku forced a smile, but inside, a storm raged. “That’s great, y/n. Todoroki’s a great guy.” Each word felt like a dagger, carving into his chest as he fought to maintain his composure.

“You think so?” she asked, her eyes searching his face for the reassurance she desperately wanted, unaware of the uneasiness brewing beneath his calm surface.

“Yeah.” The word slipped out, almost a whisper, his voice trembling just enough to betray the shambles within. “I think you’d make a great couple.”

The weight of her smile hit him like a shipment train, a bittersweet wave of comfort washing over her while he stood there, drowning in his own heartache. “Thanks, Deku. That means a lot.” Her gratitude pierced through him, leaving an aching void where hope once flickered, a crushing reminder of what could never be.

As you walked away, exchanging bittersweet goodbyes, Izuku let out a shaky breath, his hand pressing against his chest, overwhelmed by an aching nothingness. The words he desperately wanted to say felt heavy and trapped in his throat, swallowed by a paralyzing fear that gnawed at his heart. A deep sense of regret washed over him as he watched her figure recede into the distance, every step pulling her further away from him. He couldn't shake the painful thought that if he had only conjured the courage to confess his feelings sooner, maybe, just maybe, things could have been different.

He also understood that some things were better left unsaid. As he gazed up at the now dark sky, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the moments lost to silence.

©sakuraszn! xoxo

[gatitties]

Hugs

—Tamaki Amajiki x reader

—Summary: It seems that the best cure for anxiety is your hugs.

—Warnings: none

"I want to go home."

You sighed as you watched Tamaki press himself against the nearest wall, trying to blend in, go through it, or merge with it, whatever it takes to disappear.

"You'll do well."

You patted his back, causing a slight tremor in his body, Tamaki was feeling too anxious about the talk he had to give to the first-year students, his body felt hot and cold, his palms were sweaty and his stomach hurt.

"W-what if I say something wrong?"

You sighed, running your hands over his shoulders, offering a small circular massage over the tension that seemed to pile up on them, massaging his shoulder blades along the way, you stared into his eyes for a few seconds, causing a tickle in the boy's stomach, not from anxiety this time.

"Mirio and Nejire will be with you, you have nothing to fear" you dragged him further away from the wall, pushing his body slightly towards the large door "Besides, you are the great Suneater!"

His lips curved into a shaky smile, with a slight glint in his eyes he looked at your face, blood spreading across his cheeks with a slight blush as he wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug. He always liked to hug you, because he felt safe, comfortable and protected in your arms, the warmth your body provided him was all he needed in this world, if he died he wanted it to be in your arms.

He sighed at your scent before pulling away, taking some courage, looking at his two companions who had just arrived just in time to drag him away before he regretted his decisions. He closed his eyes tightly and walked to the door, when he entered he immediately regretted it, wanting to return to the warmth of your arms. He remained silent while the other two talked, glancing from time to time at the door where you were, making sure everything was okay.

He was the first to come out, as if the devil itself was chasing him, mocking his cowardice, you opened your arms knowing he would dive in without a thought, his arms wrapped around you and his head rested in the crook of your neck.

"First years are scary."

You almost felt the air knocked out of you as he tightened his hold on you a little more, you patted his shoulder to loosen it, he mumbled an apology but still looked dejected as if he had witnessed a war crime.

"If it’s any consolation, I think you were great there."

"I don’t know, you always say I’m great."

"Because you are."

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Hawks! Hawks gifs!!

[honeybunnnnie]

very serious question friends

which anime characters do yall think are coochie connoisseurs?

i’m talkin full dining experience — face sat on regularly and/or smothered between juicy thighs, face drenched in pussy juice, only coming up for air when absolutely necessary, savoring the flavor profiles like they’re sampling a wine flight, founder and ceo chairman of the board for Coochie Connoisseurs Club

give me names, state your case, extra cookies for evidence, hear me out characters are welcome

[thehumanistcrusader]

Best girl in the series. I will die on this hill.

Relationship headcanons for Momo from MHA?

You're likely the first real s/o she's ever had, since her parents have kept her so busy with training, studying, and extracurriculars that she's never had the time to explore anything romantically. Because of this, she's a bit inexperienced when it comes to dating but she is very eager to learn.

She's fond of cheesy romance novels, so she first tries to emulate what she thinks is an ideal dating partner. She'll write poems and small notes for you in her spare time, and study the language of flowers to leave special bouquets for you (thank goodness the Yaoyarozu household has their own personal florist).

She LOVES light PDA in public: handholding, linking your arm with hers, leaning on your shoulder, little chaste kisses on the cheek. She thinks that some things are too "brazen" to do in public, so don't expect anything more handsy than that.

She would want to introduce you to her family as soon as possible. Regardless of your status or Quirk, her mom and dad are overjoyed that their daughter has been acclimating to school so well that she has a little s/o. Expect invitations to every family function (ski trips, summer vacations, dinner parties)

Momo enjoys having you there at the more dry and formal functions. She likes dinner parties more than the average teenager, but it can get a bit dull to have the same light conversations with her father's business associates over and over. Now that you're there, she can talk about something new with them--you! Everyone at these parties fawn over how "cute" the two of you are together, and the older guests sigh at the sight of young love.

She also wants to meet your family and hang out at your house, though. Sure, your family's apartment is the size of her wardrobe at home, but it's so cozy! Her favorite place to spend time with you is in your room, just talking (and cuddling, of course)

If you have any interests/hobbies that are different from hers, she'll get into them and learn more about them. She can go a bit overboard in supporting you, sometimes--if you play any sports, she'll commission a few large pennants to wave at games with your name and your team's name embroidered on it, and offer to bring her personal trainer to your practice sessions to give professional pointers about technique.

If you like video games or television shows, she'll binge watch with you or watch you play. If it's a game she thinks she would enjoy playing, she would buy it herself. Her parents were shocked that she had bought the latest  video game consoles, but when she had explained that it was something you were interested in they were put at ease. They just made sure she wouldn't forgo her studies just to play some video games. And of course, she will buy any merchandise for it that she knows you would like (posters and plushies of your favorite characters, box sets of your favorite shows, etc.)

This girl LOVES study dates. Just offer to work with her in the library after school (or the library at her house), ask her for tutoring in a class you're struggling with, and she instantly accepts with a blush on her cheeks. She's a great teacher, and answers any questions you have with an in-depth explanation and an eager smile.