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[xeshtrangh]

lOvely.... girls-

[davifoxi]

hey i'm working on a oneshot collection of deku offering sex for favors in the dorms does anyone have any specific requests for ships/kinks/scenarios/ect i'm open to writing pretty much everything! <3

[whtepony]

NSFW ALPHABET - hanta sero

ft. hanta sero x afab reader

warnings: afab reader but no pronouns used, dacryphillia, dumbification, overstimulation, i think that’s it?

notes: idk if anyone still does nsfw alphabets anymore but i think they’re fun!! this is for me and the one person that asked for this (ily) not proofread!

aftercare: what he’s like after sex

whether you’re dating or not, hanta will always clean you off with a warm, damp towel or get a shower/bath going for you. he’ll bring pajamas to the bathroom for you and have a water bottle and a snack waiting if you seemed particularly wiped out. bf hanta also loves to cuddle afterwards (prefers to be big spoon) and will kiss your neck and shoulder while he whispers how much he loves you in your ear :3

body part: his fav on both of you

on himself, i think he likes his arms and shoulders. he has a sleeper build (you can fight me on this) and will subtly flex when he sees you staring at him lmao. on you, he likes your hips - he just thinks they’re nice to look at and grab, and is definitely staring if you wear something that accentuates them. in public, he’ll usually have a hand resting there (you can’t tell me he’s not at least a little possessive) but he also love love loves to pull you towards him by your hips when he’s fucking you or eating you out

cum: anything to do with cum

i’ve said this before but hanta is just such a freak. he loves to cum inside but if he has to pull out he wants to cum on your ass, tits, stomach, face, back, you name it. he just thinks you look so pretty covered in his cum! he has several pictures of you on your knees in front of him, smiling sweetly with your face and chest painted white. oh and if he finishes in your mouth and you swallow it he’s immediately hard again.

dirty secret: a dirty secret of his

before you started dating, you were hanging out with a few others from your class in the common room when you started play fighting with mina. you leaned over him from your spot on the couch to push her, laughing as you rested a hand on his thigh to support yourself. he was hard in an instant and had to excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom so you wouldn’t see! he has no idea why that got him so worked up to this day and refuses to tell you out of embarrassment :\

experience: how experienced is he?

i think he’s probably the most experienced out of the 1a boys, which is not to say that he’s sleeping around or anything, but he’s had a few partners before you and definitely knows what he’s doing! he understands that every body is different and he’s a fast learner as well, so even your first time together will feel natural! he’s also soooo good at eating pussy guys i cannot express this enough, he is a munch through and through

favorite position: self explanatory

probably cowgirl y’all i’m gonna be so fr. he loves this for three reasons: one being that he can see your face, two being that he can both let you control the pace and take over when you get tired (or simply when he wants to), and three being that he can get deeeeeep. he knows all the right spots to hit and will tease you about it when you can’t do it yourself, but he’ll decide to help and buck his hips up into you all the same. when you get tired and he feels your thighs start to shake he’ll pull you down to lay against his chest so he can fuck you right <3

goofy: is he funny in the moment?

he’s a funny guy!! and sex is funny sometimes!! if something awkward happens he’d much rather joke about it and get to hear your pretty laugh than pretend it didn’t happen. he prides himself on being able to make you laugh. for the most part he’s pretty into it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make a joke if the situation calls for it!

hair: anything to do with grooming

i don’t think he shaves but he’d trim it if you asked him to or if he thought it was just getting too out of hand. he prefers you not to shave either (hanta is a bush fan idc. traverses the jungle without fear) but he also wouldn’t mind if you did, he’s completely obsessed with you and your body so he thinks you look gorgeous either way. he also doesn’t care if you shave your legs, armpits, etc, and he thinks it’s weird when other men are grossed out by body hair. like… why would he gaf

intimacy: the romantic aspect

if hanta sero is in love he is LOUD about it!! he absolutely worships you and the ground you walk on. yeah he fucks but he is also more than capable of making love. this usually happens on special occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, after a particularly nice date, etc. sometimes he gets kind of emotional, especially during sleepy morning sex, and he’ll tell you all the things he absolutely adores about you while he fucks you oh so slow. he also thinks hickies are romantic and if you give him one he’s wearing it with pride.

jack off: anything to do with it

he has a pretty high sex drive so if you’re particularly busy and don’t get to see each other much for a couple days, he’ll look back on old photos of you or the two of you together and jerk off. he’s absolutely gonna make it your problem though, it could literally be the middle of the day and you’ll get a text like “just busted to a pic of us from last week 😞 miss you baby” and??? he’s so unserious with the way he talks about it but now you’ve gotta carve out some time in your schedule to give him what he deserves

kink: a kink of his

he lovvvesssss when he fucks you so good that you start crying. he’ll shush you sweetly and wipe your tears away with his thumb all while keeping up the same pace and maybe even going harder. totally freaked out the first time it happened because he thought he did something wrong but has had a thing for making you cry since then. he’s a tiny tiny bit sadistic in this sense, he just loves knowing that he has that power over you ^^

location: his favorite place to do it

he’s not picky and, like i said, he’s obsessed with you, so he’ll pretty much fuck you wherever. he doesn’t really like having sex in a place where it’d be super easy to get caught but he’s fine with car sex. his overall favorite is definitely his or your bedroom, it’s the most comfortable and he doesn’t have to worry about rushing or keeping an eye out for other people!

motivation: what gets him going

i think he’s super big on physical touch, meaning he absolutely loves to cuddle. he loves being big spoon and nine times out of ten it doesn’t take him very long to get hard when you’re pressed up against him. this extends into everything though! rubbing his back? hard. kissing? hard. hugging you from behind? hard. he’s bricked up at everything you do tbh.

no: something he wouldn’t do

i often see people talking about him using his quirk in bed but i really don’t think he would! it’s super sticky and annoying and he doesn’t want to irritate your skin by trying to get it off. this absolutely does not mean he won’t restrain you if you want him to, he’s just not using his tape for it

oral: preference giving/receiving

i keep saying HE IS A MUNCH! AN EATER! he loves eating you out. he’s lowkey into dumbification and wants to make you cum on his tongue at least once before he fucks you, but prefers for it to be two or three times. he just loves how you get all fucked out before he’s even inside you. now, he’s only a man, so he’ll never ever stop you if you wanna suck him off, but he absolutely prefers giving over receiving

pace: fast, slow, stamina, etc

he’s somehow figured out the perfect pace at which to fuck you and has absolutely no problem keeping it up. he naturally speeds up when he’s getting close but even then it’s just soooooo good and ugh i’m in love with him. he’s slower when you’re both in more of a romantic mood and it allows him to focus on which spots and angles make you gasp and moan. he’s got hella stamina too (more below)

quickies: his opinion on them, how often, etc

he doesn’t mind a quickie! he knows what works to get both of you off so he’s more than capable of making it happen. since he likes to eat you out beforehand he definitely prefers to take his time instead, so they don’t happen too often. you’re much more likely to get all hot and bothered only for him to tell you to wait until later (much to your dismay)

risk: is he game to experiment? does he take risks?

hanta is a firm believer in trying anything once. he has a few hard no’s but otherwise he’s game for pretty much anything, especially if you bring it up. he thinks you’re much more likely to keep your sex life fun and interesting when you’re open to trying new things. it’s not a big deal to him when things go wrong and he makes sure you know that it’s perfectly fine! he always tells you he’s willing to try again if it’s something you’re particularly interested in, and genuinely means it

stamina: how many rounds can he go? how long does he last?

like i said i think his stamina is great! he can easily go two rounds with no issue whatsoever but a third will take him a bit longer to get ready for. he lasts pretty long (give or take 15-20 mins) and doesn’t usually require much downtime at all

toys: does he own toys? does he use them?

i don’t think he owns any toys personally, but he has no problem using them together. he thinks people who see sex toys as competition are lame and particularly loves using a vibe on you when you haven’t had much time together. he’ll be seated as deep as he can be inside you and stay perfectly still there while he holds a vibrator to your clit and makes you cum around him a few times. he already knew he was into overstim but the way you clamp down on him when he’s using the vibe is something he’ll never get enough of!! he also secretly wants you to use it on him but won’t bring it up unless you show interest in it.

unfair: how much does he like to tease?

hanta is suchhhhh an asshole sometimes. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever when you get all worked up from his teasing and is actually in love with the way you beg for him. he’ll tease you in public by whispering in your ear or texting you the things he wants to do when you’re alone. he’s got a filthy mouth and never fails to make you blush at the things he says. he’s also the type to rub his tip against your clit and press against your entrance because he thinks how frustrated you get is funny <\3

volume: how loud is he?

he doesn’t moan very much, it’s mostly heavy breathing and an occasional groan when you feel particularly good. he prefers to hear the pretty sounds you make instead. he’s a big talker though! the only time he really shuts up is when he’s eating you out and even then he’s telling you how pretty you look when he replaces his tongue with his fingers. sometimes he’ll let a few breathy moans slip out when he’s about to cum but otherwise he isn’t loud at all

wild card: random headcanon

for some reason i think he takes the best nudes. like lighting, angle, content, he’s super good at making it look good. sometimes when he misses you really bad he’ll sit in his desk chair in front of a mirror in his room and record himself jerking off, his shirt riding up his stomach and his head thrown back and he just looks gorgeous. you seriously have no idea where he learned how to do all that.

x-ray: what’s going on under those clothes?

oh man. not very thick but he’s on the longer side, probably around seven inches fully erect and he knows what to do with it. he’s cut and it’s soooo pretty, his tip isn’t necessarily any pinker than the rest of him but it can be when he’s been hard for a long time. super super slight curve upwards. he has a really prominent vein that runs along the underside and it’s super sensitive, he hisses every time you drag your tongue along it and he has to pull you away from him so he doesn’t cum fast. also he’s a leaker sorry u can literally look at him and he’s got pre everywhere bruh

yearning: how high is his sex drive?

high. this boy always wants to be fucking you. actually loses his mind a little bit if you go more than a week without at least letting him eat you out. he’s turned on by basically everything you do, and even if you’re not doing anything, he’s turned on from just looking at you. he’s more likely to be up for a quickie when you’re both super busy because he hates being apart from you for so long!

zzz: how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?

he never falls asleep before you, even if he’s exhausted! he has to make sure you’re comfortable and all cleaned up before he can peacefully go to sleep. there was one time he fell asleep right after sex because he was just having the longest day ever and he still hasn’t forgiven himself for that, even though you insist it’s okay. he’s the sweetest and just wants you to be happy and comfy, i mean, you just let him fuck you, it’s the least he could do!!

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Mirko’s NSFW Alphabet

(A/N- This is my first time doing a NSFW alphabet, and it’s Mirko, I love this woman)

(Warning: NSFW content, GN! Reader)

A = Aftercare (what their aftercare is like)

- Likes to do things for you so you don’t have to get up. She’ll bring you whatever you want, she wants you to be able to catch your breath and relax after that eventful night.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of yours)

- Your thighs, she loves the way they tense up when you’re hitting your climax at full force.

C = Cum (anything with cum)

- The taste of you gets her going. She also loves it when your juices get everywhere, the mess you make turns her on.

D = Dirty secret (👹)

- Rumi loves it when she’s fucking you and her strap keeps hitting back on her clit over and over until she hits her climax the same time you do. Both of you breathing heavy, calming down from the intense high. She can’t get enough.

E = Experience (How much experience they have)

- She has some experience. Probably did it a few times before you came into her life. Though it feels like she’s been doing it for years considering how good she is at pleasing you.

F = Favorite position

- Any position that allows her to see your face. Fucking loves it when your face contorts in utter pleasure, she has to see it almost every time.

G = Goofy (Goofy or serious during the deed)

- Very serious. Rumi takes pleasuring you and making you feel so good very seriously.

H = Hair (How groomed they are down there)

- The carpet matches the drapes. She sometimes shaves down there, but not all the time.

I = Intimacy (How intimate or romantic they are)

- It depends on the day really. Sometimes she likes to spoil you all day and then at night show and tell you how much she loves and needs you.

J = Jack off (Masturbating hcs)

- If she’s away for a trip or mission, she will touch herself to a picture of you. Or she’ll sext you until you can’t take it anymore and call her, begging for her to help guide you through touching yourself. Which will eventually lead to the both of you masturbating to each other’s voices.

K = Kink (Some of their kinks)

- Has a mommy kink. Loves praising and degrading you too.

L = Location (Favorite place to do the deed)

- Anywhere in her house. Everywhere in the bedroom, kitchen, living room, the shower, etc.

M = Motivation (What keeps them going)

- Knowing that after the deed, you’ll continue to love her for her and not just for her fame and money.

N = No (Nope. They’ll never do it)

- Anything to do with fecal matter or throw up. She crosses the line there, especially considering her quirk increases her senses.

O = Oral (Anything with oral)

- Loves it when you please her by eating her out. She’ll praise you and will tell you how to eat it too.

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow?)

- It depends on how the both of you are feeling. If she’s feeling romantic and y’all are having passionate sex then she’ll go slow. Other times she likes to go fast.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about quickies?)

- Rumi always likes a good quickie. For example, right before she has to go somewhere for a while. She always promises to take more time on you later and she always keeps her word.

R = Risk (Are they willing to take risks?)

- She is willing to take some risk but not too much. Rumi doesn’t want anyone else seeing you in this lewd state, she wants to be the only one.

S = Stamina (How much stamina they have)

- A lot. Especially with being a Pro Hero, all that training she endured gave her a lot of stamina.

T = Toys (What’s their opinion on sex toys)

- Loves to use them, on you and her. She has a variety of different types and sizes of toys. She likes to explore new ones every once in a while.

U = Unfair (How much they tease)

- Rumi definitely has a lot of those teasing moments. She really can’t help it when you make those facial expressions at her.

V = Volume (How loud are they)

- She’s somewhat quiet. Often times you’ll hear her grunt and groan when she’s thrusting into you with her fingers or strap. When she’s close to cumming you’ll hear her trying to hold back her moans.

W = Wild card (A wild hc)

- Loves the sound of your voice and the lewd noises you make (especially when you’re all tired and fucked out) So much in fact that it gets her so embarrassingly horny very quickly.

X = X-ray (What’s under there)

- Sexy muscles that have some veins popping out as she’s fucking you hard and slow (or fast)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

- Has a somewhat high sex drive, especially as she falls more in love with you, she just can’t get enough of you.

Z = Zzz (Do they fall asleep afterwards?)

- Loves to hold you in her arms and listen as your breathing evens out as you fall asleep. She loves it so much that she’ll force herself to stay awake to experience this perfect moment.

Masterlist

[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."

— [ send an ask: birbs' smut blurbs ; minors dni ]

[andypantsx3]

ON ICE : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER

summary: your pro hero boyfriend ices you to the counter and has his way with you. content warnings: shameless unedited smut, fem/afab reader, aged-up characters, established relationship, misuse of shouto’s quirk (aka ice restraints), nipple play, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex word count: 2.6k

It happened right in the middle of lunch prep.

You’d just taken the vegetables out of the oven and you’d been peering thoughtfully into the sauce, wondering what else it needed, when there was a crackling, crystalline sound, almost like glass shattering. There was the freezing touch of ice at your ankles, curling up around your foot, locking you to the floor.

You yelped, catching yourself on the counter, and whipped around to stare at your pro hero boyfriend as he lounged in the doorway.

“Shouto, that’s fucking freezing!” you yipped, clutching the countertop for balance as you tried to yank your house slippers out from the block that had encased them. The thickness of your socks and the material of the slipper protected you from the worst of Shouto’s quirk, something you thought he’d probably banked on, but you could still feel the icy chill beyond them.

“What the hell?” you demanded.

Shouto, for his part, looked extremely unconcerned with what he’d just done. Today was his off-duty day, and he’d clearly just awoken from the nap he’d been taking, face down in the bed when you’d left him. The right side of his hair was mussed, fluffed up and out of its usual silky perfection, and he still looked sleep-soft in a dark tee shirt and sweatpants. A tiny, mischievous smile turned up the corner of his perfect mouth.

“Caught you, love,” he said in his low, gentle tone. Which was extremely sexy but also explained absolutely nothing.

You peered at him suspiciously over your shoulder. “I’m making lunch—there’s nothing to catch.”

You watched your boyfriend’s mismatched eyes slide over you in a cool assessment, icy grey and fiery blue, flickering down the lines of your body. Instead of answering, he pushed off the doorway, padding slowly over to you. You lost sight of him as he moved closer, unable to twist your head at that angle, so you were surprised by the sight of a long fingered hand reaching out by your hip, tugging the pair of oven mitts hanging off the side of the stove.

“Uh, what are you doing?” you wondered as his hand retracted, only to shiver as he stepped up behind you, his chest warm against your back.

“Hold out your arms, love,” Shouto said, catching you under your left elbow. You watched, mystified, as he pulled your hand back, gently guiding an oven mitt down over your arm. “I don’t want you to get frostbite.”

“Frostbite?” you echoed as he pulled on the second one. Shouto carefully guided your hands back to the counter, encouraging you to take hold. You had your answer, then, as a lick of ice formed under his hands, pressing yours down to the counter. It crackled up and over the fabric of the oven mitts and clamping down tightly until you were encased in ice up to your forearm, a solid, unmovable mass, locking you against the counter.

You could feel a vague sense of the cold through the mitts, but it was abstract, distant—cool more than cold.

You stared, blinking down at the ice block in bemusement. “Sho—what the hell?”

Shouto’s chest pressed more firmly against your back, and his hands skimmed up the skin of your arms to your shoulders, holding you as his mouth pressed to the side of your neck. You shivered in his grip, feeling lost and confused and also weirdly, strangely turned on.

“You asked, love,” Shouto said into your shoulder, those long fingers playing with the straps of your dress, pulling one aside so his mouth could reach the skin under it. Your brain went a little bit fuzzy with the feeling of his soft lips on your skin.

“I think I would remember asking you to turn me into a giant ice cube,” you told him, wracking your brain for what he possibly could have interpreted as a request for this.

“When we watched that movie last week,” Shouto said, his hands sliding down your back to grasp your waist. His front pressed all along your back, and you thought you could feel the slight stirring of his interest, pressed just above your ass.

You tore your focus away from the feeling of him, a long, hot line along your back, trying to dredge up the memory of whatever movie he was referencing. “The—the super old All Might one? With the frost villain?” you asked incredulously, suddenly recalling.

There had been a classic damsel in distress, frosted to the side of a building set to implode—and All Might, aka an actor in a horrendously blimped-up bodysuit and yellow wig, had come charging in to free her. She’d been all dark eyes and heaving bosom as she’d called out to him, and when he’d pressed an enthusiastic kiss to her waiting mouth, you’d unthinkingly given voice to your doubts.

“Shouto, I said that there was no way that situation was as sexy as they tried to make it look!” you said, your mouth dropping open. “There can’t be anything hot about being ice cubed!”

Shouto hummed into your skin, a low vibration you felt all the way down your spine. “We’ll see about that, love,” he said, pressing a slow, languorous line of kisses up the column of your throat.

You tried your ice restraints again, aching to reach up and pinch him, but there was absolutely no give. “And you took that personally?” you asked.

“I did,” Shouto replied, his hands bunching up the waistline of your dress. You realized he was slowly gathering up the folds of your skirt, his fingers skimming the skin of your thighs as they were bared.

“Okay well my bosom won’t be heaving,” you promised him. Shouto’s mouth quirked against the back of your neck and he hummed again, low and full of promise.

“We’ll see,” he said again, as his hands slipped beneath your dress, sliding up your stomach to cup the aforementioned bosom. You couldn’t help but laugh, and you could feel Shouto smiling into your shoulder too, even as he grew harder against your back, pressing himself into you with intent.

“I’ve got plans for the state of your bosom,” he told you, making you laugh again. Long fingers fiddled with the cup of your bra, occasionally teasing the skin underneath, until he pulled it away from your chest, rolling it up and over your breasts.

His hands replaced the cups, warm and gentle, and you shivered again as he bit a careful kiss into the lobe of your left ear, just as his thumbs came up to brush slowly over your nipples.

“Feels good, love?” he murmured, doing it again, his thumbs flickering back and forth again in slow little circles. You could feel your nipples growing stiffer in his palms, incontrovertible evidence that it did feel good.

“Y–yes,” you said, letting out a slow breath. You felt your thighs squeeze together in the open kitchen air, your legs and your entire front bared with the way Shouto had your dress rucked up over his forearms.

Coupled with the immovable pressure at your arms, the vulnerability was unusual, and a little bit nerve-wracking. But there was no better pair of hands you trusted yourself in than Shouto’s.

Shouto kissed up the back of your neck, slowly, as his fingers worked your nipples, gently pinching and plucking, exactly how he knew you liked. Despite your earlier promise, you felt yourself growing wet, your breath coming heavy, your chest almost heaving. You realized your hips were moving, grinding in little circles against Shouto’s front.

“O–oh,” you said, when Shouto rolled your nipple just so between those elegant fingers, in a way that made the edges of your vision go a little bit blurry. "Ah—yes—"

“Mmm,” Shouto intoned against your ear. One of his hands released your breast, sliding back down over your stomach, dipping with intent into your panties. “That’s it, love,” he said, over the bitten off moan you choked out, as his fingers found their way between your folds.

His middle finger sank into you easily, his thumb brushing gently over your clit.

You grasped the counter tighter between your fingers, barely able to adjust in the minute space his ice had given you.

“It’s not so bad, is it, pet?” Shouto murmured, both his thumbs stroking over your sensitive areas in unison. His index finger joined the first, pressing up into you with purpose. "Could it be good?"

Something about the guiding question in that low, indulgent tone made you shudder, pressing harder back into him, clenching around his fingers. You felt him adjust himself against your back, his cock pressing against your ass through the fabric of his sweats, dragging up the cleft in a rocking motion.

He let out an appreciative huff, kissing below your ear, adding another finger. The heel of palm pressed firmly to your clit as his other hand plucked at your nipple again.

You turned your head, seeking his mouth. You could feel the tiny smile on his mouth as he met you halfway, licking across the seam of your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his heel pressed harder against you, pinning you back against him. You were slowly rocked between his hand and his hips, your vision sparking and fizzing, then dimming completely as your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“I’m going to take you, love,” Shouto said between kisses, licking slowly and unexpectedly filthily into your mouth, continuing that insistent rocking of his palm, the press and curl of his fingers within you. “Do you want that? Right over this counter, pet? Trapped in the ice?”

You nodded quickly, squirming in his hands. Fuck, you didn’t even care that this meant he’d been right about how sexy the ice thing could be. His fingers were so clever, so good inside you, but you wanted him more—wanted to be bent right over the edge of the counter and filled with him, wanted him weighing you down to the countertops, all those kilos of pro hero muscle curled possessively over you.

“Shouto, please,” you managed, and Shouto’s hands left you instantly. You felt him pull down the waistband of his sweats, and those fingers were teasing your panties aside, and then he was guiding himself into you, long and thick and full and utterly delicious.

You were so wet already he slid into you easily, and you realized he’d melted the ice at your feet as he walked you forward to press you right over the counter, fisting a hand in the back of your dress.

“Fuck, love,” he said, his voice tight. Hearing the inflection in his normally impassive tone heated your blood until it was simmering. “Ah, you feel so good. So sweet for me.”

He felt so good, especially when he slid back out and into you again, his hips slapping the flesh of your ass. He bucked into you slowly, groaning his approval, one strong arm curling around your waist, pulling you back into him.

“Oh my god, okay—Shouto, please—please—” you said again, uncaring that your voice had risen into a high, shaky whine.

His hips slapped into you again as his fingers found your clit once more, his palm pressing down against you. The slide of him within you and the tease of his fingers without had you moaning into your dress, bunched up over the top of the ice. You could feel the sharp bite of the ice block against the underside of one of your breasts where your dress didn’t quite cover it, shockingly cold against your overheated skin.

Shouto worked you up with the maddening skill and precision of long familiarity. He knew just how you liked it, murmuring praise into your hair, his hands roaming over every inch of you, plucking, pulling, teasing. He fucked into you with long, hard strokes, all that pro hero athleticism turned on you, maintaining a pace that had you slumping bonelessly into the counter, heat licking through all your veins.

You wanted to clutch at him, but you could only flex your fingers uselessly within your stupid oven mitts as that pressure in your lower belly started swirling out of control. When his hand lowered to your cunt again you found yourself unable to get away, every slap of his hips driving your clit more firmly into his fingers.

His other hand found your right breast and carefully teased your nipple again, rolling it between fingers that were suddenly slightly too hot, then slightly too cold.

You realized you were babbling something, but you couldn’t hear yourself over Shouto’s warm murmurs against your temple. “That’s it. That’s it, love. So perfect for me. So lovely, so tight—so good. Come for me, pet—come on. Can’t you do it?”

You were delirious with the sound of his voice, the feeling of his fingers, the slide of him inside of you. With only a few more slaps of his hips, you found yourself twisting desperately in his grip, every muscle in your body drawing taut, like a string about to snap—everything inside you hot and tense and tight—

And then you were thrown out over the edge, crying out Shouto’s name, twisting and squirming and writhing out your pleasure between his hand and his cock. Shouto fucked you through it, his low, soft moans in your ear, the rapid huff of his breath stirring your hair.

Even as you relaxed against him, feeling pliant and shivery like gelatin, he kept going, seeking his own release. You pressed your cheek against the cool ice through your dress, Shouto still fiery-hot against your back, sweat sticking you together. Shouto’s hands both clutched your waist, and it was the tightening of his grip that signaled his orgasm, as his thrusts grew more hurried, more irregular.

He groaned out your name into your shoulder as he came, his voice thick and low and warm and pleased.

His weight trapped you against the counter, even more firmly than his ice, and a feeling of deep contentment and satisfaction pooled in your veins.

So...he had been right, you could admit. The ice thing could be sexy, or whatever. Given the right pro hero in the mix.

“I thought so,” Shouto said when you admitted this aloud to him, sounding a little too pleased with himself. “I suspected you would be interested.”

You turned your head to look at him, catching sight of one blue eye, his scarlet bangs falling across his brow. “I am pretty certain I said I thought it wouldn’t be sexy though,” you said, squinting at him suspiciously.

In the corner of your eye, you saw his mouth quirk. “Ah but that means you thought about it,” he said, with the terrible perceptiveness of a partner you’d had for years.

Your whole body went suddenly hot with embarrassment.

“Okay but I say a lot of stuff during movie scenes,” you said defensively, as Shouto’s hands came up to smooth over your waist again, clutching you almost possessively. You were occasionally kind of a talker during movies, you could admit it. It wasn’t like this scene in particular had been special.

“Which means we have several other scenes to explore, love,” Shouto said, shifting over you with intent, still buried within you. “I seem to recall two others from this last week.”

You suddenly realized he was making no move to free you from the ice, even as his hands slid over you again. And you recalled with a startling clarity just which scenes you had remarked on this last week—

You could feel your boyfriend’s smirk against your skin, and you shivered with delight, as he slid down your body and began his work anew.

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Shiggy discovers just WHY AfO loved this quirk so much~

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[xeshtrangh]

she's bb love her

[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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[blackberreh-art]

Caught between Heaven and Hell 🤭

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[xeshtrangh]

yay!!

[xeshtrangh]

some Izuku sketches because he's the best boy!! also drawing him is just so nice........