#hawks smut

[grenadehearts]

You love annoying your boyfriend, Keigo—better known as Pro Hero Hawks, number two in the rankings. One of your favorite ways to get on his nerves—or, as he likes to put it, “tease” him—is when he’s out on patrol. You always wait until his shift’s just about over, then you strike.

You throw on your best wide-eyed, flustered look and squeal like some fangirl with an obsessive crush, loud enough for the whole city block to hear, “Oh my god, is that Pro Hero Hawks?!”

Then you start gushing. Loud. Profanities fly out of your mouth like confetti. Everyone turns to look—eyes wide, jaws slack—and you can already feel the heat of his stare. Keigo’s there in a flash, hand over your mouth, feathers wrapping tight around your waist as he lifts you off the ground.

He mutters through gritted teeth, “You’re insane,” while trying to avoid the incoming swarm of fangirls—blushing, breathless, and bursting into declarations of love.

And just as he’s lifting you higher, you mumble into his glove in your sweetest, sultriest voice, “Won’t you sign my tits, Pro Hero Hawks?”

He scoffs. Classic Keigo. “Yeah, yeah.”

You figured that’d be the end of it, like always—a quick getaway, some grumbling, maybe a feather-flick to the forehead. But not this time.

He’s flying fast. Too fast.

Before you know it, he’s landing hard on some random rooftop, hidden away from the street, pushing you up against a stone wall next to a rusted door that probably leads to nowhere. The air between you turns heavy. His golden eyes are sharp. Hungry.

He peels his gloves off with his teeth, one by one, still staring at you like he’s got something to prove. His hands slide under your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and lifting you like it’s nothing. Then he’s biting at your shirt, bunching it up in his mouth before holding the fabric in his hand—exposing just enough to make your breath hitch.

Then, in that cocky, ego-dripping voice of his, he says:

“Yeah, anything for my fans. I’ll sign ’em alright. Wanna use my mouth or my cum—your choice, angel.”

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[kurokawaia]

HICKEY, PLEASE? 彡 Dabi, Aizawa, Hawks

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, implied! virgin! reader / innocent! reader, heavy sexual tension and suggestive dialogue, experienced partner x shy partner, marking, d/s undertones, praise kink, light begging, teasing, slight possessiveness, size kink? + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.5k+

SYNOPSIS. Asking mha men (Dabi, Aizawa, Hawks) for a hickey for the first time. (this is inspired buy a smau prompt by @nanaslutt )

DABI

You didn’t say anything, not directly. But Dabi knew the look on your fac, the way your eyes lingered on him, a little too long, when he passed by. You were fidgeting more than usual, tugging at the hem of your shirt like you wanted to say something, but couldn’t quite bring yourself to.

Dabi could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of you, but you weren’t giving him the satisfaction of outright asking for anything. Not yet.

He leaned back on the couch, stretching out lazily. You were sitting across from him, legs crossed, head resting on your hand, eyes flickering nervously toward him whenever he caught you. And when he finally did he let a smirk fall upon him as he watched your face flush in embarrassment, "You look like you wanna say something. Or maybe you’re just too shy?"

You blinked, looking away quickly, but Dabi could see the pink creeping up your neck. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt again, eyes glancing back at him. You didn't respond, but that was enough for him.

"You’re acting like a brat," Dabi mused. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Your cheeks burned as you hesitated, and Dabi watched the way you shifted uncomfortably. It was cute—too cute.

"Nothing…" you muttered

He raised an eyeborw. "If you’re not gonna tell me, you know I’m just gonna have to figure it out myself."

You froze. It wasn’t hard for Dabi to see through your act. He knew you were trying to keep your thoughts hidden, but you couldn’t hide the way your body was responding to him.

He leaned forward slowly, watching you flinch as his gaze softened and then hardened again. "You’re nervous," he observed you, enjoying the way you were getting nervous. "But you want something, don’t you?"

Your mouth went dry, but you kept your eyes lowered, too embarrassed to admit it.

"C'mon, you can tell me, doll," Dabi hums in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side, and you couldn't help but let out a breathy sigh the moment his lips skim down the nape of your throat.

With a small nibble of your lip, you confessed, "I was just thinking about it and people say it feels really good... and-" Dabi tuned you out as his thoughts slowed down, what was going on in that pretty little head of yours because it was about to make him go feral "-I was wondering if you could give me a hickey."

"Hickey?" Dabi’s tone was almost casual, but the way he leaned closer made the words feel like a command.

You though you said it outright, now that he said it, it felt like the air around you had thickened. "I—"

"Tell me," he cut in quietly, and you shivered as he closed the gap between you againt, his breath warm against your ear. "You want me to mark you, don’t you? To let everyone know you’re mine?"

You were caught. You felt your heart race, your cheeks flush with heat. You couldn’t answer. Not directly. But you nodded, just barely enough for him to notice. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand sliding to your jaw and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Now hold still for me."

He didn’t wait for more permission before he was on you, his mouth hot against the delicate skin of your neck. The first touch was soft, teasing, just a feather-light brush of his lips over the sensitive flesh. You gasped, barely able to control the shaky breath that escaped you.

Dabi chuckled lowly. "You want it harder, don’t you?" His voice was a low tone as his lips pressed more insistently against your skin, and you moaned softly, not daring to move as he knew exactly what you wanted. 

He pulled away just enough to admire the flush spreading across your skin, his fingers tracing the outline of your neck, where he could already feel the warmth of his mark beginning to take shape. Dabi's grip on your waist was tightening, as if you were about to slip away from him and his touch combined with how his lips felt on your body was enough to make you numb of the feeling. "You want everyone to know you're mine, don't you?" he mumurs and you could feel his patience running thinner. 

You nodded, feeling that aching pull in your chest, wanting him, but still too shy to ask.

"Good," he whispered, before he descended again, his teeth grazing the skin of your neck just before he bit down gently. The pain was brief, but it was enough to make your breath catch.

He pulled back after a moment, watching the dark bruise form, before he took a step back and leaned against the couch. "There," he muttered, admiring the mark he left on you. "Now you’re mine for everyone to see."

You couldn’t speak. You were too lost in the haze of sensation, your heart racing, skin tingling. Dabi ran a hand through his hair, watching you carefully. "I think you needed that. But don’t think you’re getting away with just one."

AIZAWA

You didn't realise, but you have been squirming around for the past five minutes as you lay beside Aizawa. Both of you are nestled under his blanket, your curled agasint his chest as he lazily combs his fingers through your hair slowly, trying to help you to fall asleep. It was working, at the start, not until you remembered something you saw today. 

Your cheeks are flushed red, as you fiddle with the hem of his sweats, he doesn't mind, but he really wants to know what you are thinking about that has you all fidgety. Your heart thuds a little harder the longer you stay quiet. You want to ask, you really do, but you're nervous. You know that Aizawa won't judge anything you say, maybe a little joke and tease, he would never ridicule you. 

However, the words can't come out as easily as they should, not when you've been daydreaming about it all day like some lovesick little thing. Aizawa let out a low hum, he couldn't take it anymore. "You're thinking too loud," he says in a quiet tone, making sure not to jump you out of your thoughts too fast.

You could feel your cheeks burning even more as you hid your face in his shirt. Inhaling the soft, clean smell of laundry detergent and faint hints of vanilla, from you, of course. This is what managed to calm you. Well, only just a little bit.

"M'not thinking anything," you mumble, obviously lying, you can't slip anything past him. 

Aizawa hums, he doesn't like to push answers out of you, he never does, but you know that he is waiting for a truthful reply. 

You take a breath, lifting your head from his chest, "Shou'...?" Your voice comes out in a whisper so quiet you're surprised he heard you.

He tilts his head slightly to look at you, hair falling over his tired eyes. "Yeah?"

As long as you say it, it's fine. You don't think you could make yourself look him in the eyes as you say it. 

“Uhm… could you…” Your fingers twist tighter on the hem of his sweats. “Could you maybe… give me a… h-hickey?”

"Look at me," Aizawa encourages gently. You glance up shyly, blinking at him through your lashes. You feel so silly. But something about the way he’s looking at you makes you melt. “Say it again,” he murmurs. “Slowly.”

“I… I want you to give me a hickey…”

His eyes were half-lidded. He’s quiet for a moment. And then he hums again, deeper this time, like he’s pleased with you. He has told you multiple times that you don't need to feel embarrassed talking to him about stuff like this. 

“You want me to mark you,” he says more than asks. “Let everyone see who you belong to.”

You nod, heart racing. He shifts, his hand sliding up to gently cup the side of your throat. Not tight—just enough to hold you still. To make you feel how big his hands are. How much control he has. And how careful he is with it. And Lord, you loved how it made you feel. 

“Where do you want it, sweetheart?”

Your eyes dart down to your collarbone. A vulnerable little spot that would peek out if you wore a tank top tomorrow. He chuckles softly, "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you, dirty girl," he degrades softly and a heat began to grow between your legs. You couldn't even answer him, you're already trembling from how he's making you feel. He smirks, just a little. "Stay nice and still, sweetheart."

And then his mouth is on your skin, warm, slow, open, and you whimper when his teeth scrape lightly along your collarbone, followed by the soft, aching pull of his lips as he sucks your skin into bruising heat. It's overwhelming your senses with heat, and it feels so good. You feel like you’re burning and melting at the same time.

"That’s it," he murmurs against your throat. “So sweet for me..."

HAWKS

The evening started like no other. You were curled up next to Hawks, his wing holding you close to him as both of you watched a movie. Keigo had an arm around your shoulder as you snuggled closer into him, his finger massaging your scalp, running through your hair. 

You feel safe with Keigo, and you couldn't ask for anything else. He never pressured you to do anything you weren't comfortable with, and you love him for that. 

However, something was pressing heavily on your mind, which left you aching. You tapped restlessly agasint Kiego's shirt, mindlessly as you shift every so often. Hawks knew something was up, but he really didn't want to press it out of you. Every time he took a glance at you, you quickly looked away, trying to suppress the urge gnawing at your stomach.

You knew what you wanted, but you didn't know how to ask for it. 

Hawks couldn't take it anymore, letting out a soft sigh, hand moving from your hair to soothingly rub your shoulder, he says, "You're fidgeting a lot, baby? Got something on your mind?"

Your cheeks began to heat up with embarrassment, and you avoided his gaze, aiming to look at his shirt rather than him. "Would it be... I... Could you give me a hickey?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you nervously bite your bottom lip. 

"A hickey, huh?" Keigo teases, holding you tighter as he teases you, "You're asking me to mark you, baby? To make sure everyone knows you're mine? You want that?" Everyone who fell out of his mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

You didn't know what you were expecting. The teasing was a given, but it felt a lot more embarrassing when he actually said it out loud. Although his teasing made your breath catch in your throat, it was this that made your body heat up in places you weren't used to.

A playful frown makes its way onto his face as he lowers his head to meet yours. "C'mon, baby, what's wrong? What do you want?"

You said softly, “I… I want to feel it. Want to feel you. My best friend was talking about how good it felt and I just," you continued, going on a whole ramble but that was all going in ear and out the other to Keigo, all he was thinking about was was making sure he stayed under control. 

He leaned in slowly, interrupting your ramble, causing you to freeze when you felt his lips brushing against your ear. "You’re so cute when you’re shy, baby. You want me to make you feel good?"

You bit your lip, too nervous to answer, but he didn’t wait for you to respond. His fingers trailed along your jaw, gently tilting your head back just enough for him to press his lips to the curve of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin and it made a dull throb slide down between your legs.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night, sweetheart,” he murmured, lips brushing against the delicate skin below your ear. “Tell me you want it, baby bird. Say it.”

You nodded again, a soft whimper escaping you as his lips hovered just above the spot where you wanted him most. He could tell you were practically trembling under his touch.

“Yeah?” He smiled against your skin, teasing you as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

The pressure in your chest was unbearable. You wanted to ask for it, needed to ask for it, but the words got stuck in your throat. He noticed the hesitation, a quiet laugh escaping him as he kissed the corner of your mouth, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“Come on, sweetheart. I’m right here. Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitched. This was it. The moment you’d been waiting for. You gathered all your courage and whispered, “Please, Kei'… I want you to, too. Please."

You inhale a shaky breath, feeling a sly smile agasint your neck, pushing down a moan that was about to fall out of your lips. "Such a good girl," he praises and a breathy exhale is finally made by you.

He didn’t waste another second. His lips pressed to your neck, sucking gently at first, letting his tongue graze the sensitive skin there. You gasped at the feeling—his warmth, the pressure of his mouth as it moved lower, his hands tightening around your waist to keep you steady. You could feel him smiling against your skin as he worked, knowing how badly you wanted this, how much it was affecting you.

"You like that?" Keigo groans agasint your skin. "You like me marking you?"

You couldn’t form words, just nodding as your heart pounded. His lips continued their slow, steady journey down your neck, leaving a hot trail in their wake. Soft whimpers, the soft moans, any noise that came from you only made Keigo more desperate for you, gods, you sounded so sweet, so innocent.

Finally, after teasing you with just enough pressure to keep you on edge, Keigo sucked hard at a spot just below your ear, marking you with a deep, dark bruise. You let out a soft cry, your fingers gripping his shoulder as your body involuntarily arched toward him.

He pulled back slowly, admiring the mark he left on you. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, baby,” he whispered, sighing deeply, feeling his bulge strain against his sweatpants. 

Your legs felt weak, the warmth between them now unbearable. "Kei'," you mumbled, flustered, not knowing what to say, too dazed. 

"Guess you did like it," he playfully hums, circling his arms around you as you make your way onto his lap, holding him close.

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There are so many grammar and spelling mistakes, I’ll edit this later x

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!hawks who can’t remember the last time anyone touched him because they wanted to, not because they could get something out of him

touchstarved!hawks who melts into your touch the first time you hold him, his whole body going slack as he finally lets himself relax

touchstarved!hawks who preens when you card your hands through his hair, scraping your nails down his neck and in between his shoulder blades. “touch ‘em, baby, please,” he hears himself beg, his wings rustling and fluffing out behind him

touchstarved!hawks who bites back a moan the minute your fingers soothe over his feathers. you’re so gentle, so warm, so perfect. he ruts into your hip before lifting you up and fitting you snugly in his lap, dick pressed against the sopping wet seam of your panties

touchstarved!hawks who can talk circles around anyone reduced to a groaning mess, hardly able to stutter out more than a pititful “feels so fucking good, don’t - ngh - don’t ya dare stop touchin’ me”

touchstarved!hawks who comes against the soft skin of your tummy the minute your nails scratch the base of his wings -

[asce-of-hearts]

whatever u do don’tttttt think about yan!bully!hawks bullying ur cervix and threataning to ruin ur life by getting u pregnant

whatever u do don’tttt think about him playing the savior afterwards by forcing u into a marriage

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You have come to known that Keigo isn't just a bully, and a prick, and an abusive asshole who seems to have made its life purpose to torment you, to see how many times he can kick you on the ground until you either go unconscious or snap at him. In the time you've lived with him, you've come to realize he's much, much more of what he seems to be, of what he tries to portray himself as.

He is also, a sex maniac.

He just can't get enough. He needs to be humping and mounting you at least twice a day or he goes mad, becomes much more cruel and taunting. And you have already been at that end of the stick, at the mercy of his cruel physical ministrations, so to have him all over you, fucking you like a man possessed, seems rather... tame. Pleasurable even.

And in that moment, you're living it. You're under him, legs spread and folded until your ankles reach your ears. And he seems to be having the time of his life, fucking you while rubbing messy circles over your clit, making you clench your walls around him, milking him for all he's worth.

"Y-You filthy fucking slut-" He slobbers all over your tits, grinning when you throw your head back. "You keep telling me you hate me, and that you can't stand to have me near. Yet here you are... milking me dry with your pretty, fuckin' loser pussy." He's nonsensical, and at the same time speaking the truth, you have stopped refusing him, you have started to accept his advances, started recognizing that maybe you don't hate his cock as much as you hate him.

"Shut up!" You whine. "Pull out— I-I'm about to—" The plump, mushroom shaped head of his cock hits your cervix repeatedly, making you swallow your words as you let out a pained gasp, eyes widening as he continues to hit that spot, bullying and bruising it, aching to fuck past its tight resistance, even when you both know it would be impossible. But he doesn't stop, one of his hands coming to press down on your stomach, the pressure making you go limp from pleasure, loosing your last coherent thoughts to the feeling of his fat cock punishing your gummy walls. For what? You don't know, but he's fucking your cunt like he hates it, even when that couldn't be far from the truth.

"Pull out? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one," He croons, blonde lashes falling slowly, as if he's blinking through honey, might as well be, his eyes are that same color. And you can't look away from his handsome face as he taunts you, as he fucks you harder, faster, rougher. By this point you're certain your cervix, and your g-spot, and everything inside you must be bruised and battered, molded to fit and accommodate his length. "What's the chance, huh? You were always so good with percentages—" He grunts, and you can see his adam's apple bobbling up and down as he swallows, hard. "How much of a chance is there of you getting fucking pregnant right now."

"You wouldn't dare—" You gasp, and he laughs. The most impressive part? His rhythm hasn't faltered once throughout your hole conversation.

"Oh, believe me, songbird. I would," The slapping of your skin meeting each other is driving you mad. "I'll fuck a baby into you, make you a fuckin' dropout, a college mommy. I'll make sure you can never leave me," His eyes darken with a possessive gleam on them, completely evil, completely truthful. "I'll keep you pregnant, you'll give me baby after baby after baby. I'll make sure you can never make anything of yourself other than being the mother of my fucking children, other than my fucking wife." He growls, pumping you full of cum as you start to cry, speechless.

"I'll make sure you're never anything other than mine."

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[starseclipsing]

Hawks is the biggest switch on earth but no one wants to hear it I swear.... JUST ACCEPT ITTTTUHHHH

Not to mention that that you can say the freakiest craziest thing ever to suggest to try and he'll respond with "okay baby !! Love you so much i'll call u in ten <3 !!!"

I thinkkk it may root from his stupid ass urge to please everyone and probably especially if he loves you sooo freaking much it makes his heart hurt ! Tbh I think he's the type to get pleasure cause ur getting pleasure because duhhh.

Also he has so much stamina + strength he can take whatever it is u dish out. Like perhaps we can be open to the idea that ur freaky ass has to keep up with HIM and not the other way around (not me tho, the rest of you stay veryyyy safe.)

He definitely overcompensates too cause he doesnt see u very much... He feels soooo bad about it too like actually biggg googly eyes up at you watching every shift in ur expression and twitch of your body so he can perform better. soooo maybe pat his head and say u love him when hes done eating you out so he doesnt become a super sad mush. Or dont and be mean so he becomes SADDER and UNHAPPIER. I dont really care.

Anyway, next point. I do think at a more psychological level (outside a dom and sub) Keigo is technically a 'sub' ? In a sense that even if he was railing the shit out of you and out of the blue you had something to say about his pacing, he'd fix it up sooo fast, lol. Like it really does not matter what role you guys are physically assuming, at the end of the day he's basically at the mercy of your whims.

That lowkey reminds me of the slave role in bdsm buuuut ok 🤔

Don't get too excited though because even though he's a sweetheart his work is veryyy annoying which in turn makes him veryyy annoying. He makes up for it by being overly honest though.

He doesn't beat around the bush with making plans that intervene with his work. If you wanna have a date this friday but there's a stakeout mission then? He'll say no immediately.

Might cancel Valentines, might reschedule your birthday, might not attend your cousin's baby shower. He's literally capitalism taking over your life final boss except its the hspc dragging him through the mud LMAOO. Poor him I guess?

[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[metranart]

➡️ JOIN THEM IN THEIR LOVE NEST and find out

Hero work has never been so rewarding-...

[samulogy]

➵ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 !

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ about ! skip the foreplay and get straight to fucking. or you’re just too needy for him so you take matters into your own hands.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ warnings ! minors, blank and ageless blogs please do not interact. 18+ content, obviously. f!reader, slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play, semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie, sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, n oral fixation.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ characters ! (canon timeskip) midoriya izuku, amajiki tamaki, takami keigo

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! just my thoughts before i go to bed, xoxo.

MIDORIYA IZUKU ‪‪❤︎‬ riding him during a zoom meeting. slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice strained. “we can’t— not now…”

of all the times you had to be stubborn, it just had to be when he’s in a meeting with the rest of the ua staff. he couldn’t even dwell long enough in his thoughts because you were already freeing him from his pants, your hand wrapping around him and stroking him slowly. the warmth of your hands, accompanied by the cold lubricant, made him let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the chair as you aligned yourself on him.

“we have to be quiet,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear as you sink down onto him, taking him in completely. god, his tip could barely fit—but once you get past that, it’s all pleasure, not struggle.

izuku’s hands held your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to stifle a groan. you bit your lip, your own breath hitching as you began to move, your hips rocking slowly against his. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his body tense as he fought to stay quiet.

on the screen, the meeting continued, the voices of his colleagues filling the room. for all it’s worth, izuku leaned in and told you, “hold your breath, doll.”

unconsciously, you did—

“yes, i do agree, principal nezu. i’ll look forward to that when classes return this monday.”

your hands braced against his shoulder—moments faltering for a second—but you continued when you heard izuku turn off his mic with a click! your own breathing was ragged as izuku picked up your pace for you, his strong hands guiding you up and down and up and down on his dick. the change of pace cleared all coherent thoughts that you were thinking of.

and the thought of getting caught really sounded . . .

“‘zuku— uhn! F- fuck, wait..!”

he tutted softly. “you’re not in the position to make requests, doll. you wanted this, no?” he smiled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“then you’ll have to take everything i give you while I’m still in my meeting.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI ❤︎‬ quickie during an important dinner. semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie.

you’re about to collapse at this point. “tama— hah..! too much, too much,” you panted in his ear.

“you have to b-be quiet, hon,” tamaki tells you, though you could barely reply anything when one of his tentacle appendages suddenly occupied your mouth to keep the noise down. “fuck,” he whined quietly, head resting on your shoulder as he had you resting on the counter, his hips at the fastest pace he could muster. “h-have to be quick, or else someone might walk in, r-right?”

that, or those in your table might wonder where you two have gone.

you could only nod, helpless and pliant under your husband’s mercy.

“‘m close,” he tells you, “inside, hon?”

he has the courtesy to ask as if he wasn’t already planning to. it’s the thought that counts, maybe.

“h—nggh! tama,” you whine, all protests on your tongue are swallowed by him, the tentacle appendage replaced by tamaki’s tongue—tasting you as if he’s been starved for years.

“so—“ kiss “—fucking—“ kiss “—amazing, hon,” he pants in between kisses, feeling you clench around his dick just pushed tamaki over the edge—his hot spurts of cum filling your womb in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

it was also an important thing to note that when tamaki comes, it’s a lot even if it comes in intervals. It’s a lot and hot against your fluttering walls. it’s ok, you were his to take anyway.

TAKAMI KEIGO ❤︎‬ sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, oral fixation.

“dove,” he pants, “wait a moment— mmph!”

the moment keigo stepped inside, he didn’t have any grace period before your lips were on his. hands gripping his jacket, pulling him close. you had him pressed against the door, your body warm, your breath shaky against his mouth as you kissed him with need.

need to cope to not take another huff of another cigarette. he remembers now how he jokingly said that for every time you felt like smoking, you could kiss him instead.

keigo didn’t necessarily mean to kiss him ‘til he’s lightheaded—‘til he was sitting on the couch, you straddling him. you didn’t even wait before you were already sinking down into his cock, taking all the breath he has left as you kissed him again, your tongues intertwining just right that it had your nails digging at his shoulders.

quite frankly, keigo didn’t really mind.

“dove—fuck, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmurs, thrusting up to meet your pace. “shit, ‘m exhausted, you know this,” he tuts softly, earning a pitiful whine from you. “but i guess you can’t help it, yeah?”

you can’t even reply. not when keigo had you sucking on two of his digits, anything to keep your mouth occupied as he fucks into you. it doesn’t even take long for you to cum when one hand’s in your mouth and the other toying with your clit.

“atta girl,” he chuckled. “i guess we’re going to have to fill your mouth, too, huh? alright, alright, you win.”

[rumisgf]

“ YOUR BEST EATER ! ” (MHA EDITION)

ꕥ summary: rating how well mha men would eat you out ! (this is canon cause i said so)

ꕥ includes: keigo takami, mirio togata, touya todoroki, shota aizawa, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, enji todoroki

ꕥ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight

KEIGO TAKAMI - ♾️/10

⊗ he’s a REAL eater.

⊗ you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction

⊗ he thinks you taste so good

⊗ there’s not one morning his head doesn’t end up between your thighs

⊗ and at events, he’ll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good

⊗ he loves having you sit on his face

⊗ “imma eat it. AHHHHH”

⊗ he doesn’t care if you just got off of work or if you’re tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.

⊗ he’s such a slut.

“please- ‘s too much~!”

“c‘mon i know you got one more, i got you~”

TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10

⊗ you thought he was an eater…?

⊗ you’re funny.

⊗ yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesn’t like eating pussy

⊗ his ego is bigger than his dick

⊗ however,

⊗ on the rare occasion that he’s feeling extra nice, he’ll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back

“o-oh~..!”

“couldn’t help myself…too fuckin’ wet…”

ENJI TODORKI - 0/10

⊗ like father like son (he’s much worse)

⊗ he’s not particularly a…. giver

⊗ he’s a meanie he’d rather manhandle you instead

⊗ he don’t even like his wife and kids so what makes you think he likes you enough to eat you out

⊗ besides….even if he tried…it wouldn’t be…well…good.

⊗ he’s too rough he might bite your shit i don’t know pookie

⊗ if you beg him enough he’ll do it for like a split second

⊗ you immediately regret your decision

⊗ help him.

“wait- it’s ok it’s o-ok. nevermind…”

“what’s wrong?”

SHOTA AIZAWA - 7/10

⊗ he likes to pretend he doesn’t like giving head

⊗ but you catch him on one of those days….

⊗ he becomes a different man

⊗ and he’s mean with it, too

⊗ your thighs will have bruises from the way he forces your legs open

⊗ he likes eating you out before just because he feels satisfied having you weak before he even fucks you

⊗ he’ll edge you and tease you just to have you begging him to cum

“stay fuckin’ still, or you’re not cummin’. understand?”

MIRIO TOGATA - 10/10

⊗ yes i’m sneaking my man in here. i do not care.

⊗ he’s a certified munch y’all hate to say it

⊗ he gets it from fatgum.

⊗ (i would put him in here but then imma get nasty)

⊗ please just sit on his face and give him three minutes you will be dripping before he even puts it in

⊗ he massages your thighs and kisses your clit ‘cause he really is just so in love with you

⊗ not only will he shove his head between your thighs before he fucks you just to get a quick taste

⊗ he’ll clean you up after he fucks you, tastes himself and you

⊗ he’s a huge giver

⊗ please marry him

“such a pretty pussy, baby…’m gonna clean you right up~”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI - 9/10

⊗ oh give him five minutes

⊗ put him between your legs and he’s done for

⊗ he’s a nasty FREAK and he cannot hide it in this predicament.

⊗ he swears up and down ‘he doesn’t eat pussy’ to all his friends and every girl who brings it up

⊗ but if it’s his baby? someone he’s really into?

⊗ you see a completely different side of him

⊗ and he makes everything so messy

⊗ he’s so focused when he does it and when he looks up at you… you are done for

⊗ he can make you cum quick to get you wet enough to just slip in– then he gets right to business

“kats~…”

“taste so good…so fucking good..”

DENKI KAMINARI - 11/10

⊗ y’all thought i wasn’t gonna put him here?

⊗ he refers to himself as an eater

⊗ he has no shame

⊗ he’ll eat it in the morning, for lunch, after dinner, for dessert- he really doesn’t care

⊗ he definitely can get off just from giving you head

⊗ the feeling of you dripping down his chin and the sound of your moans is enough to get him up

⊗ you will be orgasming more than once

⊗ and he can go on for hours if he really wanted to

“my messy baby…you sound so pretty~

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I ask a NSFW with Hawks from mha and fem reader?

Reader giving Hawks a massage to his wings that got sore from being always straightened. He gets relaxed but also squirmy because they are so sensitive. With the massage, he gets hard and comes solely by being touched and petted on his wings?

Keigo let out a groan as he rubbed his shoulders in the kitchen.

With everything going on he had been on patrol a lot more, which meant more flying. He didn’t talk about it much but the strain of his wings was something that weighed on him. Literally. At their full capacity they were large, cumbersome, and just downright heavy. It was like having an extra 20 pounds strapped to his back; not to mention all the muscles they were attached to, or all the things in his back attached to his wings for.

Normally he would just go to a safe room in his apartment and shed his feathers for a break, but he couldn’t do that. None of them knew when the next attack would be, or when he would be needed to help people. He couldn’t risk not being ‘Hawk’ for two days while they grew back.

“Something wrong?” [Y/N] asked as he handed them their requested. Clearly noticing his wince, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Keigo brushed off quickly, but they weren’t having it. “It’s just my back.”

[Y/N] sat up straighter with a concerned look. “Your back? What’s wrong with your back?”

Keigo explained what was going on, and how it was normal. He wouldn’t lie though, them being concerned for him was very touching. He didn’t need people to worry about him, but it was still nice. “Why don’t I rub your back for you?” They then offer. “It might help.”

He had to admit, that did sound tempting. He didn’t want to be a burden or have anyone worry but…[Y/N] was offering so it would be rude for him not to accept it. “Ok. That would be great.”

They headed to the bedroom and Keigo laid out on the bed. Since they were home, he didn’t have a shirt on. Getting it over his wings was annoying to begin with, and since it was just them what was the point. He kept his sweats on as he laid face first into the mattress and tried to relax his wings.

“Let me know if I hurt you, ok?” [Y/N] said as they settled beside him on the bed. Since his wings were so large right now they couldn’t straddle his waist like in the movies. That was disappointing.

“I will. Don’t worry.” Keigo assured. Then went back to trying to relax as [Y/N] placed their hands on his back with some lotion and tried to work out the kinks.

Their warm hands on his back helped Keigo relax further. Just the presence of them being there melting away some of the tension and letting him sink further into the mattress. Before too long he had closed his eyes. Feeling like he might fall asleep.

As they swept their hands up, however, Keigo groaned with a shutter as it came close to the base of his wings. “Ah…wait…” He said. Voice a little groggy with sleep and relaxation. “…sensitive..”

“Oh. Does it hurt?” [Y/N] asked.

“N-No…” It didn’t ‘hurt’. That wasn’t the sensitive he was talking about. There were a lot of nerves attached to his wings from his back. So the base of it could be very noticeable when touched. With [Y/N] touching him so intimately it was giving his body a very predictable response; one he just realized was poking into bed. “It just….it feels funny.”

“Oh!” [Y/N] clearly understood what he was implying as their face blushed. “Do you…want me to stop then?”

“I mean….” Keigo didn’t know how to answer that. It felt pervy to say, ‘yes keep touching me like that cause it makes my dick hard’. But, “I was liking the massage.”

[Y/N] gave him a shy smile and went back to rubbing his back. They stayed away from the base of his wings for a while, working on the tight knots near his shoulders, but they eventually came back to them. Keigo sighed as he felt their fingertips brush against his feather. Little electric shocks flickering up & down his spine.

Their hands then moved up from the base to his actual wings and Keigo moaned. “Ah..! Wh-?” Those little shocks suddenly got bigger. Raw pleasure racing down his spine towards his cock. No one had ever touched his wings before (except for doctors). So he wasn’t expecting it to feel so good.

Their fingers ran over his feathers as his fists twisted in the covers. Running across the curve of his wings. Holding them, even for a short moment, got the weight off his back, and suddenly Keigo was humping the mattress. “D-Don’t stop…!” He couldn’t stop himself

They continued and soon he was cumming just from their hands holding on to the arch of his wings. “Do you feel better?”

Keigo opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to say. Saying he felt ‘better’ after the greatest orgasm of his life seemed to not measure up. But as he took an inventory his back did feel a lot better too; but maybe that was just the orgasm lingering. “Yeah. That was good. I feel a lot better.”

[Y/N] smiled and curled up on the bed beside Keigo. The hero making space for them as he rolled on his side. “That was…certainly interesting.”

“Yeah.” He agreed. “I’ve never had that happen before.”

“Do you…think it would happen again, or was it just a one time thing?”

“I don’t know.” It might have been the stress, mixed with the relief of the strain on his wings, that caused them to be that sensitive. It made the most sense since it never happened before, but he couldn’t be sure. “Only one way to find out.”

[finsplurtz]

Anything keigo plzzzzz (preferably not sad 😭)

hawks coping method ooo

Though the loss of hawks wings was tragic, he’s made sure everyone knows he’s still showing support to the heroes. He was still seen out and about, on tv and such despite no longer being the number 2 hero but as the time went by, he appeared less and less. What has he been up to?

He’s been submitting to you

He grew closer to you. He’s not free to roam the sky anymore, so he spends his time around his favorite person. Annoying you and spoiling you and stuff. He loved that you didn’t treat him any differently after the incident, a lot of people were slightly on edge or treated him like he was fragile. 

You didn’t. Thats what made you so admirable so likable, you didn’t treat him like a kid. You still made jokes, you still called him bird related nicknames, it made him feel so mushy around you. He’s been staying at your house, spending days and nights with you.

Not only do you have a great personality, you’re also huge. Downstairs. He lost something major, of course he needed a distraction cause although he may not seem like he was struggling all that much, he was waterfalls for a very long time behind closed doors. You being a wonderful person, offered to help him take things easy, nothing weird but one thing led to another and you guys were fucking like bunnies in no time.

Sleeping over at your house always gave him opportunities.

“Ah..ah..!” whines and moans filled your room, you were buried deeep in keigo’s heat, your hands guiding his hips as he straddled you. He’ll never get tired of having sleepless nights just taking you inside him, it comforts him in so many ways its an addiction.

“You’re making a mess, baby…” you slow down when he comes for the 3rd time tonight, adding to the sticky mess in between you guys. “Mmhhh...~” he whimpers in response as he tries to sit himself up to take a break. You bear hug him, holding him down. 

“Yn— wait wait wait I need a bREA—!” He lets out a strangled moan as you starting fucking into him like an animal in heat, hitting him in all the right places. He’s whining and trembling against you as you abuse his insides, he feels his mind starting to blank. “That’s it birdie.. I’ll fill you up real good.. kay..?” You say right into his ear as your cock pulses inside him. 

He nods with a crooked smile gripping the sheets as your hot semen floods his insides, cum spilling out his cock. He’s panting trying to catch his breath, you run your hands over his back where his wings once rested. A smile forms on his lips, hugging you tighter.

[shouyuus]

/bangs pots and pans/ sleepy morning sex w/ hawks where you feel him nudging ur legs apart, shiver when he groans against your collarbones, fucks into you slow, him spreading his wings over the pair of you just to block out the morning light when he sees you squinting and trying to cover them, reaching up to tug your arms down just so he can kiss you deep, no real dirty talk or anything, just rough little pants and moans cause both of you are still half-asleep and your limbs are heavy, but there's fire there too, the familiar prickling heat when he adjusts his grip and shifts your hips, your head tips back with a lil gasp as you flutter around him in a way that makes his hips stutter and jerk into you, the pair of you still kind of sensitive from the night before --

when you cum he fucks you throw it nice and slow before leaning back slightly to chase his own orgasm, reaching down to palm at your tits, groaning thick and loud when he gets there, before dropping down next to you and immediately pulling you into his chest again, grinning against your cheek.

"mornin', dove. sleep well?"

"mm... you?"

"yeah... kinda think we might need another nap though."

"it's barely 10am..."

"yeah, so it's naptime till noon and then... u wanna order takeout?"

"ohh... can we get it from the pizza place i like?" your eyes light up bc what could possibly beat pizza in bed after lazy morning sex and a nap?

he chuckles, adjusts his arms around you before dropping a kiss onto your shoulder.

"sure, dove. whatever u want, baby."

[realcube]

tw // 18+ nsfw, vaginal, brat taming, impact play & daddy kink

he has you bent over the bed when he slips it inside your sopping hole from behind, sloppily palming your clit while relishing in your obscene moans. your stomach stirs and you bite down on your lower lip, trying to deal with his length jammed into your tight walls.

you're given some time before he inquires, "no 'thank you, daddy'?" his hips gradually begin to move against yours, wringing out another moan from you, "what happened to those perfect manners, sweetie?"

your eyes twist shut at how his frim cock drags against your tender insides, too enraptured by the feeling to aknowledge his question. for which you were promptly punished by a quick slap to the ass, causing you to hiss, as he grabs a hanful of your flesh.

he scowls, "guess i need to fuck some sense into this dumb pussy, yeah?"

atsumu, yaku, OIKAWA, kuroo, HAWKS, dabi, baji, HANMA, dazai, kunikida

[suguru-getos]

bnha men when you use the safeword: fem!reader

characters included: bakugou, hawks (my 2 pookies)

bakugou katsuki:

it was hectic, the feeling of it all. at first you’d even say it was feeling good, but with the way katsuki’s amped up stamina was nowhere near done on your body, you could start to lose yourself a little. katsuki had just come back from a business trip, he missed you… you missed him too. but the way his cock plunged into your sopping wet pussy, smirking and unraveling your insides every single time… it was starting to ache. especially when he bred you twice already, forced into a mating press and forced to hear the churning sounds of his seed inside you bubbling out with his mushroom tip abusing your poor hole. “kats-“ you mumble, nails indenting over his skin & making it raw. “suki…” words fail you, there is nothing you can do or say for this. you want this to stop, your body can’t take it anymore. “s- suki…” you whimpered again. katsuki’s brows are glistening with sweat, he smirks at you, his genuine, loving smirk as he leans in and kisses you again. your lips smashed against his. “my pretty girl.” katsuki coos, but his pace, his cock isn’t being so nice. and you can’t take it anymore.

“door.” its just silly how you and katsuki decided the safeword term. not creative at all, you just glanced at the door while discussing it with him & this is the first time you’ve ever used it anyway.

there is an instant stop in his movements, siren eyes widened in utter shock. “princess? y’ okay?” the position is instantly adjusted to you laying down comfortably, your swollen cunt parting with his veinny cock as he leans back, kissing your cheek, your forehead. “s’ that too much f’ my baby?” he almost pouts with complete genuineness, looking at you and waiting for you to speak. his warm palms reflexively massaging your forearm and kneading at your body to provide comfort. “sorry- just- got too much for me.” you pouted, tears welling up in your eyes.

“shut up, stop apologizin’ cmere.” katsuki is quick to shun that bit from you, craddling you in his arms instantly. he knows aftercare is important or you’ll fall into submission drop. “my good girl~ so proud of you, you know that? cus’ y’ communicated when it didn’t feel good.” he nuzzles his nose against yours, a bright grin over his face. “my pretty girl.” he echoed that over and over, kissing all over your cute body and hugging you closer, wrapped around in a blanket burrito. get ready to be babied until you get annoyed of him. 💅🏻

keigo takami:

there is an eerie streak that has keigo’s head in a haze to pleasure you tonight. he normally gets in on those, but you’re just so delectable, so beautiful looking with your desperate squirming and mewling when his feathers clamp around your nipple and when his tongue fucks your pussy and flicks your clit with a rhythm perfect for your body — it’s hard to stop. it’s always been hard for keigo to stop playing with his little prey.

“ssh- stop moving around little one.” your squirming and moans are chastised by your man instantly. feathers clamping and spreading your legs apart as he grins. leaning in and continuing with his favorite meal. he’s already made you orgasm twice, and this is the third time he’s pushing your boundaries. “not my problem you taste so divine.” he grunts, nose nuzzling against your poor, swollen clit as he softly nips at your inner thigh.

the next thing which happens has your eyes widened and mouth agape, his thumb spreads your pussy lips and the tip of his tongue leans back your clit’s hood, flicking and vibrating around the exposed & vulnerable bundle of nerves with vigour. “AH- oh no.” you shake your head, this makes you feel queasy. this makes you feel sensitive and sends jolts of good pain down your pelvis. you don’t want that pain, the foreign feeling catching up to you rapidly.

“keigo- no.” you whine, struggling to no avail. you always mumble these things and you know its hard for keigo to take you seriously around this. “feather.” you squealed the safeword out. all of hawks’ movements stop. the feathers wrapped around your ankles and your hands let you go instantly. his marked eyes widening and leaning away. “oh-“ his lips parted.

you didn’t feel like you were comfortable enough with this, that’s all there was. maybe you misused the safeword. are you even a good partner to him? before your doubt flourishes into something rooting deep, keigo hugs you gently, letting you straddle his lap and his wings forming a cocoon around you. “ssh~ there there, sorry it got too much for my little baby.” he hums, kissing the crown of your head.

“just. got uncomfy.” you mumbled, sniffling softly. “maybe i shouldn’t-“

“of course you should have, there is a reason safewords are created sweetness. and if you didn’t feel comfortable you had every right to use this. okay?” keigo coos, kissing your cheek and hugging you tightly. his ragged breaths slowly calming down at the embrace of his mate. even your bubbling doubts vanished quickly as keigo swayed you gently in his hug, humming a random tune of the favorite song you have.

“too bad you don’t have a safeword to stop me from singing.” he hums, after minutes of comfortable silence and snorts. your silly liddul pookie <3

[crushmeeren]

Sex chocolate with Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and maybe Toshinori???

⋆ ft. izuku ⋆

⋆ this is written as if the guys didn’t know they’d eaten the chocolate and how they’d react to the treat. sorry I didn’t put Toshinori in this, I’m not quite sure how to write his personality yet. (ó﹏ò｡)

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// @emmab3mma hope you enjoy! ₊˚ʚ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Izuku’s lips would tug into a sheepish smile, no doubt thankful for the sweet treat pick me up. His eyes would brighten, a satisfied hum dancing in the air.

Izuku would be unbearably jittery out on patrol that evening, hopping from the sidewalk on one side the street to the other, green light crackling in his wake. He’d do it mindlessly, thoughts wandering to you and what you currently could be doing.

Suddenly, he’d be flailing mid air when he vividly imagines you on your knees, plush lips stretched so wide on his cock he knows it must hurt your mouth. Izuku would stumble when he hit the concrete, catching himself on the bench nearby.

Izuku’s expression would twist from calm to horrified, thoughts running a mile a minute when he steadies himself and realizes his cock is…hard. Throbbing. Straining against his hero suit. He’d make haste running to the nearest building with a public restroom.

Izuku would shut the door to the restroom and lock it before anyone could even notice he entered. He’d be frantic, shoving his pants down mid thigh as he leaned against the wall and hissed through his teeth when the cool air hit his freely bobbing cock.

He’d have a million concerns in the back of his head but not be able to focus on a single one. Izuku would have a one track mind, wrapping a hand around himself and jerking until he came in less than 20 seconds to the image of you on your knees.

Izuku would be so embarrassed afterwards, cheeks bright pink as he adjusts his clothes and washes his hands.

Being as smart as he is, he’d have a suspicion this is related to the chocolate you gave him and he intends to find out once he’s home. Once he returned, he’d tease you until you’re on the edge of tears and blurting out the truth, fucking you until your mind whites out and you scream his name.

Lucky you.

Keigo would give you a flirty grin, winking playfully as he snatched the chocolate from you and swallowed it within two bites. You’d give him an unimpressed look but he’d just laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

Keigo isn’t surprised when he got a boner while soaring through the skies on the way to his agency. He’d been thinking about you anyways and his dick getting hard wasn’t uncommon when he thought of you. It’d be fair to say that happened often, if he’s honest.

Keigo would take note of the violent flush crawling down his neck and snaking under the fuzzy collar of his flight jacket. He’d suck his bottom lip in between his teeth and adjust his cock in his pants so it’s sticking straight up instead of outward.

He’d be able to somewhat focus on the business meeting he didn’t want to attend in the first place, only being reprimanded a few times more than normal for zoning out.

Keigo’s pulse would thunder. He’d wear a neutral expression, letting his chin rest in his propped up hand as he sent a feather to find and turn on the air because why the fuck is it so hot in here?

He’d text you something filthy as discreetly as he could under the table, biting his knuckles when you sent back a picture of yourself with your tits on display. Keigo would come to the conclusion that maybe he was a bit more pathetically horny than normal and he needed to ditch this meeting yesterday.

Keigo would go straight home, ignoring anyone who had tried to speak with him on his way out. He’d find you on the couch with nothing on but an oversized shirt and waving what’s left of the chocolate bar at him with a smirk when he entered through the balcony.

He wouldn’t even be upset when you told him what you’d done. He’d just crowd close, looming over you with a wolfish grin that shot a thrill down your spine.

Keigo would succumb to the aphrodisiac completely. He’d bend you over the backrest of the couch at hip level and wrench your arms taut behind you, fingers circling your wrists to secure you in place.

Keigo would have no mercy, sliding his cock in your tight pussy before you’re turned on enough to take him smoothly. He’d send a feather down to play with your clit until you strain to escape, not stopping despite your pleas because “this is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? yeah, so stop yapping and take it.”

In the end all you can do is nod, because if you truly wanted him to stop you’d only have to say the safe word.

Shouta would raise an eyebrow with a bored expression on his features. He’d roll his eyes and eat the chocolate after you pushed your lower lip out and fluttered your lashes at him.

Shouta’s a sucker for you.

He’d be grading papers that afternoon, knuckles rubbing at his sleepy eyes in the office of your shared home. He’d take a break, pressing his palms to his eyes and resting his elbows on the desk.

A scenario would pop into his head, one where you sat on the edge of the desk while he’d relax in his chair and lazily eat you out. He can imagine the way your clit would feel against his tongue, how warm and soft your pussy would be on his lips.

Shouta would lean back in the chair, a hand absently dropping to his lap to palm his cock and he’d be startled at just how much he’d filled out already. His dick hot and sticking to his inner thigh. Shocked at the unavoidable thick warmth swirling in his belly when it’d usually take a bit more than a brief daydream to get this worked up.

He’d be certain that you had something to do with this and irritation would lance through him. He’d sit in the kitchen once he’s finished, arms crossed and cock stubbornly refusing to flag until you returned home.

Shouta would ask you about it as if he were asking a child if they had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. Easily, you admit to it. No hesitation, no shame, just a smug air about you.

Then, Shouta would make his fantasy a reality. He’d eat your pussy until you were right on the edge of cumming and then he’d stop. He’d speak condescendingly, saying “poor baby, your pussy just wants to cum doesn’t she?” as he sits you roughly down on his cock.

He’d spank you a few times, teasing you a bit more but he’d make you cum so intensely your toes would cramp — and then he’d keep going until his own brain got fuzzy.

Touya would say fuck no at first. He doesn’t like chocolate. Until you mention there’s something special about the sweet and he assumes it’s an edible. You don’t bother to correct him because, technically, it is an edible, just not the kind filled with weed.

Touya would be leaning his back against the railing on your balcony, angled so he can peer into the open doors of your living room. He’d have a cigarette dangling from his lips, scrubbing at his cheek with one hand because yeah, his cheeks are typically roasting but they’re never this hot.

He’d shrug it off and nonchalantly light up the cigarette with his pointer finger. He’d startle as the tiny flame bursts into a fireball that he really didn’t mean to create when you stride past the doorway in soft shorts that show the crease of where your thigh joins your ass.

You’d freeze mid step and turn to stare at him incredulously, lips parted slightly when the aftershock of heated air damn near singes your skin.

Touya would be flustered. Cheeks painted rosy pink with embarrassment at the lack of control over his quirk. He’d scowl harshly, pinching his brows together as he dropped and stomped on his cigarette to put it out. He’d stalk towards you and snarl “why the hell are you wearing those fucking shorts?” as if his sudden overbearing lust is your fault specifically.

You’d roll your eyes and begin walking in the direction you’d intended in the first place but Touya would snatch your wrist tight enough the bones grind together and drag you to your bedroom. He’d ignore your obviously fake bewildered expression and shove you onto the mattress. He can’t focus on the fact that you seem to be going along with this a bit too easily.

His cock would be jumping and pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans before he so much as kissed you. He wouldn’t get either of you truly naked, he’d just slide your soft shorts to the side and unzip his jeans. He’d shove your shirt to your collarbone so he could watch the way your tits are about to bounce.

Touya would yank your ankles up and over his shoulders until the backs of your thighs press into his chest and then fold you in half like you’re a fucking blanket. He’d tilt his hips until his tip catches on your pussy and then he’s shoving his cock all the way inside to steal the breath from your lungs.

Touya wouldn’t have the self control to stop for a long time that evening and you’d almost regret giving him the chocolate. Almost.

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tw/ hórny èx bf, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna