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[peach-skull]

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve been having this god awful itch for (lowkey) Yandere Scumbag Hawks.

Could be friends to lovers... if you squint? Slow burn? But not really? Uh....

Female! Reader

TW: Scumbag Hawks, Lowkey Yan, Breeding, Dubious consent, Hawks in a rut, Hawks has a knot simply because I deem it so.

You, a normal civilian, happen to stumble across a weakened pro hero Hawks who took an emergency landing on your apartment patio.

Of course you’re not going to leave him there; as warm as his coat may seem, what’s the point of leaving him out in the snow when you’ve got a nicely heated apartment you could let him in to.

Either he’s gone through some seriously rough shit or he’s a lot more out of it than you think, but he nearly scares the piss out of you when he points a feather blade at you, eyes wild and furious, before slowly registering that you’re just a normal civilian.

He grins— it’s more of a grimace than a grin, really— and moves the blade away from you, laughing sheepishly before breaking into a cough. When he moves his hand away, you can tell there’s blood on it.

“Sorry about that, pretty bird. Wasn’t expecting anyone. I’ll be taking off now.” He tries to climb to his feet, but he’s a lot more battered than he’s willing to show.

“Wait! Why don’t you come inside for a bit? Get some energy back before you go flying off to some other balcony.” You offer, and he smiles wryly.

“Would that be alright? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“Of course! Come in, come in!” You usher him in as he limps, helping him to the couch before going and shutting the patio door.

It turns out he ended up needing to stay a lot longer than either of you originally planned; a surprised snowstorm hit late into the night, forecasted to last for some days. He said that he could always try to brave it if you felt uncomfortable with a “strange man” in your apartment, but you only laughed it off.

“Honestly, with how often your private life gets invaded, you’re by far one of the least strange people.”

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He ends up having to stay three days before the storm calms down, but he’s gotten significantly better since then.

Originally, you were worried about the blood in his cough, but it turned out to be a side effect of the blistering cold winds being harsh on his throat and a rough hit to the chest that left him winded and coughing, but nothing more.

The three days he did stay were rather enjoyable, and you found yourself missing his company when he had gone.

You didn’t think much of it though; he’s a pro-hero with an image to upkeep, so you doubted that you’d see much of him personally after this.

But ever the surprise, you found him knocking on your patio door not even a day later, grinning and holding up a bag of food.

“Thought it would be nice to at least return the favor. For taking care of me, y’know?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Hawks. I did it because it was the right thing to do.”

“Eeeeh, still. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see a pretty bird again.”

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And just like that, you came to have an unexpected friendship with the No. 2 pro hero.

Whenever he needed a quiet place to crash or some company, you found yourself leaving the patio door open.

In turn, if you ever felt unsafe or if you had a bad day at work, a simple brush of the feather he’d given to you was all it would take to send him flying your way.

Monthly visits turned into bi weekly visits, then into weekly visits, then every other day. Soon enough, he started coming every evening. “What’s a meal without good company?” He’d said, holding food in one hand and drinks in the other.

“All that fried chicken isn’t good for you, Hawks. Let me cook you some actual food every once in a while.”

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When he had suddenly disappeared for a week, you were concerned, but didn’t want to push him. Then two weeks went by with no Hawks, and you started to get worried.

When the third week rolled around, you unconsciously gripped the feather that hung around your neck, screaming in shock when there was a sudden **”THUD”** against the patio window.

“Hawks!? What are you doing?!” You try and check his face for bruising or bleeding, but he tried to bat at your hands weakly,

“I’m okay, I’m okay. Felt you touch your feather, so I came.” You wince,

“I’m sorry about that. It was an accident.”

“Ah, no worries. I’ll just head back home then.”

You fully intended on letting him go, but your mouth tended to work faster than your brain sometimes.

“Um, actually, Hawks...” you start, only to freeze when he faces you,

“Yeah?” You’re silent for a moment, then you shake your head,

“No, it’s nothing. Sorry.” You smile, but he doesn’t turn to leave again,

“Nah, I think there’s something on your mind. What is it?”

“... I just wanted to make sure I didn’t... offend you, or something. You’ve been gone for a while and I just...” you shuffle a bit, “I mean, it’s not really that big of a deal either, y’know? I just— heh— If you’re just tired of coming around all the time, that’s cool too.”

He looks baffled for a moment, then the realization crosses his face. You think for a moment you see him trying to plot something, but it’s gone before you can think on it.

“I um.... actually... do you mind if I sit?”

“Of course not. Feel free to do what you like.”

He takes a seat on the couch, his wings ruffling and fluffing up before they settle again. A part of you wonders if you really should have looked up bird behaviors.

“I.. started my rut, but I didn’t think it was possible.” And suddenly you start to feel a little stupid.

“O-oh... I— uh— I’m sorry.” He wheezes out a laugh,

“No, no, it’s fine. I should have said something instead of just disappearing.”

“Well, I mean, that’s your private matter so—“

“Technically yes, but... also, you have a right to know. You are the reason I went into a rut, after all.” Your jaw drops for a moment.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Not to say that I’m trying to blame you— I’m really not. It’s just... you know how you’re always cooking meals, letting me in?”

“Y...yeah?”

“My body thought I was trying to nest, so... it put me into a rut.”

“Ah... I see.”

You both sit awkwardly for a moment, so he stands and moves to leave.

“Anyway, sorry about that. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t come around anymore.”

“I, well, no. Wait!” You grab his arm as he tries to leave, making him halt,

“If... if it’s my fault, I want to help.”

“I, uh, w-well... it’s not— I— you know we’d have to fuck, right?”

You’re both bright red, you more than him, but you nod wordlessly.

“Well... so long as you’re willing to take responsibility...” he mutters. You’re too busy looking at your feet to see the wild grin on his face,

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“Fuck, Hawks!” You yelp, his cock plunging in and out of you roughly,

“Shit, sorry baby bird...! Your pretty little cunt’s just sucking me in!” He growls, his hands pinning your shoulders down.

You’re stuck with your face in the mattress, ass in the air. With him looming over you, feathers spread across your room, shuddering in time with his wings, the only think you can hear is the wet slaps of his hips smacking into yours.

“Hawks...! You gotta slow down...!”

“I’m trying, but your greedy little pussy won’t let me go!”

You whine, head fogging over when his cock somehow manages to push deeper.

“See? You’re just sucking me in, baby!”

You feel the brush of more feathers falling onto you, shivering and tickling your already overheated skin. His claws dig into your shoulders when you twitch, making you borderline scream and clench tightly around his cock.

“Ooooh fuckfuckfuckfuck fffffUCK! Keep squeezing just like that, pretty bird. Tighten around my fat fucken cock!” You feel him drape himself over you, his chest pressed to your back, wings closing around the both of you as much as they can.

You suddenly feel something stretching and tugging at your entrance, and you start to squirm again.

“W-wait! You promised to pull out...!”

“How am I supposed to pull out when you’re the one squeezing so tight??” He growls, thrusts getting more frantic,

“Hawks!”

“Ffffffuck— just shut up and take it. Take my fucking cum—!”

You cry out sharply when his knot fully inflates inside of you, the sudden stretch sending you flying over the edge with him.

“Hawks...”

“Shhh.... this is all your fault, remember?”

“But you promised—“

“And I tried, but your cute little cunt just wouldn’t let go, pretty bird. You were practically begging for me to fill you up. Get you pregnant with my little chickadees.” He rubs your belly,

“But that’s okay, right? You said you wanted to take responsibility, remember?”

“Yeah—“

“Then take responsibility, baby. Have my chicks, and I promise I’ll take responsibility too.” The words to argue back are stripped from your mouth when he starts grinding his still knotted cock into you, making your mind go blank,

“C’mon, pretty bird. Say it for me. ‘I’ll have your chicks, Keigo’.”

“Ha—“

“Uh-uh. Not Hawks. Keigo.”

“Kei—!” Your voice cuts off into a silent scream when he hits the sweet spot deep inside you,

“C’mon, baby. Say it and be mine.”

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You don’t remember if you ever actually said it all those years ago, but you can hardly bring yourself to care.

You smile as you rub your swollen belly, watching as your eldest son and his little sister play in the yard.

“C’mon, kids. Time to go back in. Daddy will be home soon.”

“Okay!!”

And, sure enough, not even 10 minutes later, you hear the front door open, the voice of your husband echoing through the house.

“Where are my little chickadees?”

[peach-skull]

Title: “Shigaraki and the perfect girl” / see on ao3

Pairing: Incel!Shigaraki x f!reader

Summary: Shigaraki has a crush on what seems to be the perfect girl who everyone loves, and becomes obsessed with the idea of corrupting her.

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, virginity fetishization, dub con, creepy behavior, stalking, manipulation and somnophilia with a twist

Contents: creampie, vaginal sex, breeding kink, scent kink (in a gross way), mating press, slight dumbification, corruption kink

Word: 4873

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[peach-skull]

cravings & needs

— Even Natsuo has cravings and needs that demand relied even when you, his wife, is pregnant.

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pairing: todoroki natsuo x pregnant fem!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, pwp, pregnant!reader, pregnancy hormones, slight daddy kink, lactation, breeding kink, natsuo platonic!calls reader mommy.

word count: 2,825

a/n: i am like: breed but no pregnant. but sometimes im like: pregnant but no baby. so basically, I lose.

kinktober day 16 main kink: lactation | kinktober masterlist

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You were going to strangle Todoroki Natsuo until his face turned blue and purple.

Then you will cry.

Then you will profusely apologize as he splutters for breath.

Then you will kiss him soundly, fingers ripping his clothes off, raging hormones simmering your blood. 

Then you’ll shove him off of you, calm once again, and ask if he wanted to go get some ice cream as his pale skin flushed red.

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Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

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Good Girl This Year

Pairing: Fatgum x Reader

Tags/Warnings: public fingering, oral, unprotected sex, Lite daddy kink, praise, size kink

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Yes I know it’s after Christmas and no I don’t care;;;;;

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Breeding kink? Personally I hate the idea of pregnancy but man does this kink hit for me👏

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

oh, trust me, i feel you on that my friend. i’m literally the equivalent of: oooh, breed! :) NO! no pregnancy! only breed! >:(

imma do Dabi for this little scnario because he strikes me as a man with a breeding kink, but he certainly also has that whole, only breed, no pregnancy mindset  

warnings: breeding, mating press & a foul mouthed Dabi

His hands are hot as they pin your legs back, pressing into the meaty flesh of your thighs, blunt nails digging half moons into your skin. 

The exhales that are panted across your cheek are wheezing, almost breathless as he snaps his hips forward, balls papping against the slick of your cunt with each forward cant. The bed creaks and he lets out a restless huff when your leg slips from his grasp, slippery from the steady build up of perspiration that lingers under your bent knees. 

“Keep still,” he grumbles, shifting onto his haunches and untwining your arms from his neck. He looms over you, cerulean eyes flashing in the darkness. 

“It’s not like...ah...like I did that on purpose,” you snap, annoyed by his sudden halt, rolling your hips and slipping his throbbing cock deeper into your wet heat.

Dabi rewards your obstinance with a groan, marred hands yanking you closer before taking hold of your straining calves and flopping them over his patchy shoulders. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust to this new, half crumpled position, lurching hips already digging in, pressing until you’re trapped under the weight of his upper body. The shift is sharp, bordering on painful, and the rub of his dick piercings, the tap of the gleaming silver that dots the tip of his cock against your cervix, makes you writhe. 

You shove against his chest, fingers catching against the rasp of his staples and he moans, lips and teeth pulling at the flesh of your neck, working bruises into the hollow of your throat.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Mmm, greedy little bitch, aren’t you? You want it? Huh?”

“Wh-what?” you wince, eyes shuddering open as he leans closer. When he forces your legs further, urging you into a sharp v, a wicked grin splitting his lips, you jolt. “Shit. Knock it off! That hurts!”

“Then keep still,” he warns, fingertips heating up, forcing you to comply with his demands. “You feel good like this. Fuck. I wanna f–fucking fill you up. Till you’re dripping, till you can’t take anymore. Hold it all in, make you take my cum until you’re swollen. Fuck, fuck, ffffuck this feels good.”

His hips are moving at a blistering pace, ramming into you, shoving his throbbing cock as far as it will go. The scrape of his Jacob’s ladder makes your toes curl, but the answering flush of wetness from your cunt is what does it, finally loosening him from whatever semblance of control he was clinging onto. 

“Yes! Ahhh, you’re fucking milking my cock, babe. You want it? Shit. You want me to stuff you? Stuff you so fucking full. Fuck, you’d look good with my kid in your belly. Make your tits bigger too. And...oooh, you liked that? You like that I wanna knock you up? Just...fuck! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Your legs are shaking under his palms and you can’t help the spasm that bends your back, cunt avariciously urging him on, already beginning to ripple around his length, demanding that he make good on that threat of his.

“God. Such a dirty bitch. Come on, take it, fucking take it!”

His cock is twitching, swelling as he releases into you, his ruts sputtering out, hipbones grinding down against the curve of your ass. He keeps pumping forward though, mindlessly grunting about how he wants you to run him dry, how he wants to fuck a baby into you, to see you ripe, swollen with his seed.

“You better not mean that,” you scowl afterwards, wiping the stick of his cum from between your legs. 

“What?” he croaks from his sprawled position on the bed, one arm flung over his face, lean chest heaving.

“Uh, all that shit about getting me pregnant? You better not actually be trying to do that.”

“Tch. Fuck no. Last thing the world needs is another...” he pauses, a hissed exhale leaving his mismatched lips, a dark look passing over his eyes. “Another me.”

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Euphoria | Fat Gum (Toyomitsu Taishiro) x Reader

Hey guys! Here is another collab for the BNHArem server! This month the prompt was sex work. Please check out all the other talented creators here.

Thanks to my lovely @trafalgar-temptress​ for reading over this for me, even though she said Fat Gum reminds her of Hagrid *cries*.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, age gap (40 year old Fat Gum/20s reader), virgin!Fat Gum, size kink, exhibitionism, camgirl!reader, creampie, cumflation.

Word Count: 4.7k

“Listen, he’s a little shy but I think this will be great for both of you. The fans should definitely like it, especially if they liked my video.”

You replayed Kirishima’s text in your head as you changed into the outfit you’d chosen for your Only Fans video. A strappy lace bodysuit that crisscrossed over your bust as you slipped on a fluffy robe over it. It had been a few months since you’d first met the Sturdy Hero Red Riot, the Pro had caught sight of one of your videos when it had gone viral on not safe for work Twitter. It could’ve almost been considered a thirst trap, even though you never expected the man to ever even see it. A short, lewd video of you pulling your official Red Riot t-shirt up over your chest suggestively, giving the camera a sultry glance before the boomerang repeated the motion. Hardly expecting the Red Riot to see the video, nevermind slide into your direct messages to talk to you about it. Thinking that it was a catfish at first, or at the very least a hacked account. Until you caught sight of the verified blue tick and he sent you a video of his own, pulling his own shirt up over his chest in the same way you had before.

You continued sending messages back and forth, more suggestive photographs and videos shared privately between you until one day he agreed to star in one of your videos. It had taken quite some convincing but you had managed to get him to agree to a meeting. An event that had ended in him featuring in one of your videos, a video that was now your most popular on your account. Even though the world had no idea that the man starring in it was the world-famous Pro-Hero, Red Riot.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to introduce you to his boss, Taishiro Toyomitsu.

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Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

word count: 700

TW: 18+, smut, dubcon

A/N: Shigaraki with his VR is concept too delicious to pass up, thanks to this sexy ask that got my brain brrrrr. this got longer than expected so please take this as my gift for da ask. reader is lovesick because I’m lovesick.

Kurogiri’s long past the point of telling Tomura how to spend his money, long past the point of caring, at this point. He barely bats half an eye when a human sized package comes through the door and almost wishes it were a real human instead of what he knows it actually is. Maybe then, he could live up to his o’ mighty Symbol of Destruction title, but right now, all he’s destroying is the League’s ability to sleep soundly at night.

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Please forgive me if this breaks your rules at all, but Shigaraki mommy kink? Like Shigaraki whimpering and moaning while he pins you down and fucks into reader and apologizes while calling them mommy <3

MOMMY FETISH WITH SHIGARAKI

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: DUBCON/NONCON THEMES, FORCED BREEDING, MOMMY FETISH, CREAM-PIE, PROFANITY

He grunts in time with his grinding, huffing and puffing and mewing at the sensation of your cervix sucking on the fat, ridged knot of his tip. “Oh — It’s so good, mommy’s pussy feels so good!”

“No Tomura!” You scold him for his asperity, ironically — just how a mother would.

He pants and laps at the air like a dog, ivory teeth gnashing against his own tongue as he hums, encouraging the third down-pour of an explosive orgasm.

Blood-reds flicker below pale lids until the tendons hidden beneath tug the crimson hues backwards into their sockets, rifts of white overcoming scarlet.

“You’re so hot, mommy’s cunt is so fuckin’ hot and tight — I’m gonna cum inside!”

“Tomura, no! Off!”

“Wanna’ make mommy all fat and pregnant with my spunk!”

“No!” You jab an elbow into his slender ribs.

He’s much stronger than he appears, especially once he gathers the scrunched ball of your bound wrists in his palm, tugging your arms into the air to keep them neatly tucked away while he pounds. Rutting his wild, wiry pubic hair into the perky nub of your hooded clit, rattling your bones in the process.

“I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry!”

The wet spew of apologies from his torrid lips do little in the way of distracting you from the hot flood of semen being poured into your womb, continuous humps and thumps dragging the thick spill out from his puckered slit only to slosh back into the tunnel of your tiny, gooey hole.

He squeals like a pig, shivering against your swollen cunny while his big, pudgy balls empty inside your twat, pumping you full of that disgusting slime oozing from his own breeding-hole.

Once his cock softens and subsides it’s abrupt squirting, he flops, hunching over the chub of your tits to dap a kiss above your dewy forehead.

“Hah.. Love you mom.”

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Playing DOL when you aren’t horny/don’t particularly enjoy noncon stuff is REALLY funny bc it’s like. >:( goddamnit the fuckin wolfpeople got me again, better button mash till they nut so I can get lichen for my science project and then go to my job at the local Café

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it wasnt miguel's plan to bend you over the kitchen counter and pound into your tight little cunt until you were creaming around him but he couldnt help it, not with the way you were shaking your ass to the beat as you cooked breakfast.

he couldnt help himself when he saw you bend down to pick up the spatula you dropped, immediately taking note of the lack of panties you had on, your folds bare and sticky with slick.

he couldnt help himself as he walked up to you, rubbing his hard erection against your ass and smirking at the quiet gasp that slips past your lips.

he couldnt help himself as he pushed his boxers down his thighs and gripped his thick cock in his hands, letting it run up and down your wet slick.

he couldnt help himself as he moans loudly the second he pushes into your tight, velvety walls, he wasnt even halfway in and he felt like he could burst at any second from how your pussy was swallowing him greedily.

he couldnt help himself as he came deep inside of you, fucking it back into your abused hole until the overstimulation got to be too much for him.

it wasnt miguel's plan to drop to his knees and suck both of your cum out of your hole but he couldnt help it, not with the way it dripped out of your pussy and down your thighs.

"what are yo-" your question is cut off when miguel's hands spread your ass cheeks, giving him the perfect view before his tongue pushes it way into your cunt, lapping at the cum that drips from you. your hands immediately grip the edge of the counter for dear life, pushing your ass back against his face as he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.

he couldnt help himself as he lands a couple of hard slaps on your ass, feeling the way your ass shakes against his face.

it wasnt miguel's plan to have you turn off the stove and push him down on the couch, kneeling in front of him as you take his long shaft in your hand, tongue poking out as your swirl it around his angry red tip, moaning loudly as you taste yourself.

"fuck pretty, look at you" he coos as you suckle on the tip, swiping your tongue across the slit and moaning at the salty precome that coats your tongue.

it definitely wasnt miguel's plan to grip the back of your head and force you further down his cock, groaning when his tip its the back of your throat and you gag around him. he brings one of his hands up to thumb away the few tears that have started to fall.

okay so it might've been miguel's plan for both of you to play hooky and spend the entire day with him fucking you in different rooms in your shared home, starting with the bathroom where he fucked you against the shower wall, teeth sucking bruise after bruise on your neck and chest, your nails clawing at his back so hard that he hisses against your skin.

the two of you eventually moved to the bedroom where he puts you in a mating press on your bed, strong hands gripping your thighs as he stroked slow and deep, his mouth swallowing down your moans as you clenches tightly around him.

he even picked you up and put you on the washing machine, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you fast and hard, matching the speed of the spin cycle.

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♡ uh-huh ♡

thinking about pussy drunk!miguel who agrees to everything you say as long as you keep fucking him like that<33

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ ONLY, SPOILERS? i guess?, NO use of y/n f!reader, rough unprotected sex, riding, swearing, ooc!miguel probably, messy & lazy writing you already know:)), not proofread

a/n : it's been a LOOONG time since I wrote smut so please keep in mind that it's gonna be trash LMFAO (also i know i have a ton of requests in my inbox but i couldn't help myself with this man, this just came to me)

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

banner credit : @cafekitsune

“Miguel, are you even listening to me?” you pout down at him, the rolling of your hips never stopping.

“Shit-not particularly no.” he hisses when he feels you squeeze around him, and you run your hands up and down his chest as you tilt your head. “Miles has a point y'know. Maybe you should hear him out.”

Miguel is so lost at the feel of your pussy that he can hardly hear anything beside the sound of skin meeting skin, and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He can barely keep his eyes open, but he forces himself just to watch your pretty cunt swallow up his cock greedily, his mouth open and brows furrowed prettily.

“Miguel!” you whine out both in exasperation and pleasure, and he groans out your own name lowly, raising his hips to meet the rolls of your own. “Just like that, bebita, s'fucking good f'r me..”

“You're still-fuck- not listening…” you moan, grinding down at him, feeling tears gather in your eyes when you see Miguel lick the pad of his thumb, eyes hooded and so fucking dumb, just to bring his hand to your clit and rub figure eights messily. 

“How can I? Pussy's squeezing me so well- mierda.. y're killin' me,” he clamps a hand on your hip to help guide you against his cock, his other messing up his hair as he runs it through his damp locks, sweat running down his eyebrow. 

He lets out the prettiest moan when he looks up at you, having half the mind to bend you over and rail you till he's given you everything. You, with your perfect tits bouncing with each roll and grind of your hips, paired with that teasing smile of yours, is enough to make a grown man cry.

“Gimme a kiss,” he utters, and you grin as you lower yourself, your tits getting squished against his chest. He grabs the side of your head, your breathing mixing together as you come impossibly close. Just as your lips are about to touch, you pull back the slightest bit and his eyebrows give the slightest twitch.

“Are you gonna give Miles a chance?” he groans and pushes his head away childishly, “Can you please not talk about that kid when we're fucking? Jesus.” 

You slow the rolls of your hips, before coming to a full stop, your shoulders shaking as you laugh against his neck. “I didn’t hear a no..” you raise your head to catch his gaze, to find that he’s purposefully not meeting your eyes, jaw locked stubbornly. 

“No. Now can we please go back to you riding me? That’d be great.”

“Well, you’re not listening to me, so why should I?”

“Are you serious? We really gonna do this? Now?”

You shrug, clamping down on him suddenly, and he sputters, cock pulsing appreciatively. “That’s not fair.” he grits his teeth.

“What’s not fair is wanting to save your loved ones but being told no by some ridiculous universal rule that-mmf” your rambling gets cut off as Miguel kisses you, thrusting up at you hard. His tongue muffles your moans as he continues pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy, keeping you in place with a hand on your ass.

“You know why I can’t, bebita, don’t make me do this..” he hisses out, trying to concentrate on fucking you till you forget all about that stupid kid. 

“What if- oh fffuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back as he keeps hitting that one spot deep inside your pussy, “What if it was me?” your question seems to catch him off guard as he halts all movements “What?”

Miguel knew the consequences of his actions, and he’d learned them the hard way. He wasn’t heartless, he knew what that kid was going through was hard, and it was about to become a lot worse. You asking him to put you in that situation, even if it was imaginary, made his mind short-circuit. He couldn’t lose you, ever. But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. This was bigger than you and him. The whole multiverse as you know it would be at stake. But he’d find a way. He’d find a way for you. If there was a way, then maybe… he could try to hear Miles out. (he hated himself for even admitting that inside his head)

“Wouldn’t you try to save me baby?” with his concentration slipping, you got the chance to take back full control, as you started bouncing on his cock at a bruising pace, “Save this pussy?” the whimper Miguel let out was a good enough answer, but you were greedy. “Huh, baby?”

“Uh-huh, yeah.. ffuck yes, would turn the whole world upside down f’r you…. Please, Oh fuck please, just keep fuckin’ me like that…” the sounds coming out of him turned feral- and he didn’t even realize you positioned his hands over your tits, till he squeezed the supple flesh in his hands and moaned, the muscles in his arms flexing violently.

“Yeah? Not gonna let me go, baby?” you laugh giddily, leaning back to support yourself with your hands on his thick thighs, circling your hips as he’s balls deep inside you.

His hands slide around your back when he sits up suddenly, and you gasp, clawing at his shoulders for support, and he snarls “Never.”

The pace you both set has both of you panting and moaning uncontrollably, with you grinding your hips down to meet his each time he thrusts up, his fat balls slapping your ass every single time.

“Who knows,” you feel Miguel utter against your hair, “maybe I’d let the whole fuckin’ universe collapse for you, cariño..” A shiver runs down your spine and you throw your head back and moan. He chuckles breathlessly, groaning when he feels you clamp around him impossibly tight. “Shit, that’s bad, huh? Maybe I should change careers-fuck,”

“Are you gonna come, baby? Cause ‘m coming for you, gonna fill you up so well,”

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, headlock🤤, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of fluff at the end

A/n: as promised, as soon as I came out of the cinema I started working on this! It’s not as nasty as I wanted it to be, but I’ll work on that🩷

Your bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat, loud moans along with praise mixed with degrading were bouncing off the tall walls, surely gaining the two of you a few noise complaints the next day. You were splayed in the middle of your huge queen-sized bed, head pressed into soft pillows and ass high up in the air as your boyfriend was dogging the shit out of you, making sure that your pussy was raw and thoroughly fucked.

You’ve been at it for hours - your sheets were wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, your ass felt hot from all the spanks Miguel generously delivered. Your throat felt sore from all the moaning and previous face-fucking, musky taste of Miguel’s cock still lingered on your tongue. You felt like a rag doll in your lover’s strong arms, too tired to move by yourself, but too greedy for pleasure to actually stop this sweet torture.

Miguel yanked your hips up higher, getting a firm grip on your waist; he shifted a bit, placing one foot on the mattress for better range of movements. A string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your kiss-swollen lips as brunette absolutely ravaged you - he pounded your poor dripping pussy with so much vigor that your body shifted forward with each thrust, heavy balls slapping against your clammy skin with loud smacking sounds. Miguel’s large hands moved to smack your pretty ass so it jiggled in his palms, relishing to grab and mold your pliable flesh afterwards.

- Just look at this greedy pussy, taking every inch of me like a cock-hungry slut. Bet you were thinking about it whole day long, huh? - Miguel rasped above you, his filthy words caused heat rising up to your cheeks as you buried your face even deeper into soft pillows, but they couldn’t hide your reddened ears form his sharp eyes.

Miguel leaned down, one massive arm sliding underneath your neck, so that your chin was tucked right in the hollow of his elbow; a few moments later your face was squished in between male’s bulking bicep and a thick forearm, trapped in a firm headlock. He put most of his body weight onto your small body, pounding your dripping cunt into the bouncy mattress, stretching you out on his mighty girth, making your eyes roll back in intense pleasure. You felt Miguel’s free hand slipping underneath your tummy, finding your throbbing needy clit in no time and massaging it brutally with rough fingertips, matching the roughness of his hips slamming into you from behind.

- Oh baby, you’re drooling, - Miguel tutted in feigned pity, his hot lips brushing the shell of your ear, making hairs on the back of your neck rise.

His words brought you out of heavy haze of pleasure, bringing some consciousness to your foggy mind. And, indeed, your chin felt cooler because of your drool covering it, some even dribbled down onto Miguel’s arm, getting in between your chin and his inner elbow. Your hands came to his arm around your neck, fingers digging into firm muscles, leaving crescent-shaped marks on scarred skin.

- Mig..uel, I’m-

- Shhh, my love. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you, - Miguel shushed you softly, his hips slapping against your ass with even more vigor, making you momentarily forget whatever it was that you wanted to say.

He hissed as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him, the suckle of your pussy sent his hips bucking and forcing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. A familiar coil makes itself knows in the pit of your stomach - a telltale sign of your next orgasm approaching rapidly.

- Oh fuck bunny, fuck fuck fuck. Gonna fill that pussy with my cum, full and nice, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? - Miguel rambled next to your ear as his pace became faster and sloppier.

- Pl..ease. Fuck, need.. it. ‘m so close, - you managed to stutter through

Your body prickled with desire and heat, Miguel’s fingers worked diligently on your clit along with his massive cock spreading you open, thick cockhead mushing against all of your sweet spots - he very soon had you cumming all around him, wringing a mind-blowing orgasm out of your exhausted body, your release leaving a noticeable white ring on the base of his dick.

A string or curses and quiet whimpers reached your ears as Miguel’s snapped his hips into yours quickly before stilling completely. Strong shudder ran through male’s massive body and, with a final moan, he shoot his thick cum inside of your fluttering heat, flooding your insides with his warmth.

Miguel went slack against your back, his body mounding against yours as he laid atop of you, making you squeak quietly under his weight. He chuckled airily as he rolled off you to the side, sliding his softening cock out of your bruised pussy. You whined at the feeling of emptiness, warm sperm dripped out in a small dribble, staining your slit and sheets underneath you. Miguel scooped you up in his big arms and maneuvered you to lay on top of his heaving chest, thick fingers tangled in your messy hair, massaging your scalp lovingly.

You took a deep breath, cuddling deeper into your lover’s neck, wrapping one arm around his broad shoulders. Your eyelids felt too heavy and Miguel felt too comfy to lay on, so you were fighting off sleep as much as you could.

- Go to sleep baby, I’ll clean everything up, - you heard a soft murmur, warm lips kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. You hummed in acknowledgment, getting more comfortable in Miguel’s arms.

- Love you, - you whispered tiredly, sleep heavy on your lids.

- Love you too angel

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summary > miguel has seen many, many worlds during his time as spider-man, but he’s never seen one quite as debauched as this one.

cws > fem reader. free use. exhibitionist/voyeur behavior.

Miguel has seen his fair share of worlds in his journey as Spider-man.

A world so dark that his eyes, enhanced as they are, couldn’t even make out the people that had been speaking mere inches from him. He had been forced to head back to HQ and make some alterations for his suit -night vision- and then when he had returned, eager to see what kind of world could operate in near total darkness, he had been greeted with glowing eyes, teeth as sharp as chainsaw teeth, and scaly skin — he left that world and marked their spider-man down as an ‘absolutely fucking not’ in terms of joining The Society.

He’s seen worlds completely devoid of color, worlds overflowing with color, worlds filled with water and housing amphibian-like humans, worlds that were stuck in their caveman phase, worlds that had progressed far beyond his own home world.

He’s loved some of these worlds, revisited a few in his down time, and he’s hated quite a bit a bit, wishing he could erase the part of his brain that housed that particular world’s information.

There’s not much that shocks him when he steps into a new, foreign place. He thinks he’s seen it all, and he’s approached each new adventure with a kind of naivety that you’d expect from a fresh new spider-man, that’s how he’s managed to stumble upon a world that left him at a complete loss for words.

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Miguel thinks he may have to send his suit in for some repairs, because the sight in front of him cannot be actually happening.

The suit glitches away from his face, descends down to just below his collarbones, and maybe his eyes need an examination, too, because the sight in front of him doesn’t change.

To his left is a couple, a man and a woman, stark naked in an overcrowded train. Their clothes are neatly folded on the floor underneath the kneeling man’s knees, and said man has his face stuffed between the woman’s thighs, mouth loudly slurping at her cunt.

There’s an elderly woman sat next to them, occasionally glancing over with a neutral expression—the kind of expression you’d don while doing something mundane, like glancing at the person next to you’s progress on a word puzzle in the newspaper.

Directly across from the couple is a man dressed in casual business wear -likely on his way to work judging by the rising sun just outside the train window- nothing unusual besides the fact that his cock is pulled through the zipper of his slacks, his hand lazily stroking it as he watches the sex act play out in front of him.

Further down the train are two men slotting their cocks together and humping, three women taking an immense interest in each other’s breast, and even further down than that, through the window of the door that leads to the next train cart, Miguel can see hordes of naked bodies moving together in what he assumes is a raunchy orgy.

The train pulls to a stop at the platform, a loud chime sounding, and the man who had been stroking his cock tucks it away (he’s still hard, mushroom head leaking and staining the material of his pants), retrieves his briefcase, and exits the train. Miguel turns, and when he sees similar sights all along the inside of the train station, he begins to get an idea of the kind of world he’s stumbled into.

He finds an empty corner to tap away on his watch, fingers fumbling as he tries to reopen the portal so he can get the hell back to HQ and out of this fuck-fest of a world.

His finger is hovering over the button to get him out of there, but before he can press it and get out of dodge, two hands are moving to grab at the waistband of his pants —or what would be the waistband of his pants, had he not been cloaked in a nanotech suit— and attempting to pull them down.

“What the-” It’s you. The same you that sits at the reception desk in HQ, a shy little thing that could just never get a handle on her new spider powers but still wanted to be of help so she settled for assisting in the clerical side of hero work—er, it’s not the same you, obviously, but you look the same, down to the little blemishes that he never thought were blemishes in the first place.

“What’s wrong with your clothes?” Your voice comes out in a mildly annoyed whine, face scrunched up into a displeased frown as your hands wander about his suit, the pixels blacking out underneath your touch. “That’s real freaky.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

You throw him a quizzical look, and he throws you one as well, although his packs more of a punch than yours. “Using… you?” He can tell that you’re not the spider of this world, and it wouldn’t take any effort on his part to remove you from him, he the makes no move to push you away. “I don’t normally do this on the way to work—it makes such a mess and I always end up being so late and my boss is so mean.” Your eyes flit about as you ramble in your usual way, hands twisting together as you shuffle on your feet in front of him. “But then I saw you and,” your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, eyes flicking up to meet his before you’re averting your eyes. “You’re really, really handsome.”

The words make him hot under his suit, the digital material suddenly stifling, and you flinch back when he makes a face, only to be propelled back into his chest when the train lurches forward. His hands go to your hips to steady you on reflex, and you keen at his touch, pupils dilating and hands wandering down to where your fronts are pushed together and -

“Oh!” You gasp. Miguel curses.

His suit has decided to listen to your will instead of his, the tech glitching until it disappears completely, leaving him as bare as the man walking around the busy train looking for a new conquest. His eyes land on the two of you, Miguel swatting at your hands that rub and tug at his hardening cock, and he sends the man a nasty glare and a flash of his fangs in warning. The man heeds it and scurries off to another cart.

“Oh,” you say again, and he looks down to see your gaze focused on the two, sharp points. “Are those real?” Your hands leave his cock, heavy thing weighted down between thick, brown thighs, to reach up, and his back hits the wall as he moves to get away from you. You follow, thumbs slipping underneath his top lip to raise it, and your eyes practically sparkle when his fangs lengthen further under your gaze.

You rub at them, and thick lashes flutter before Miguel is centering his hand on your stomach and pushing you back, scowl directed your way. Before he can snap at you for shoving your dirty train fingers into his mouth, those same fingers are hastily undoing the clasp on your pencil skirt and shoving it down your legs, leaving you in a crisp white button down, black pantyhose, and loafers.

He watches, tongue thick and heavy in his mouth, as you kick your shoes off and shimmy out of the pantyhose next, no underwear in sight. Your shirt and bra are next, and you stand in front of him, bare and dripping as you have the nerve to flash him a bashful look and drop your gaze.

He thinks back to all the moments he’s sat in his office, mind drifting and conjuring up images of what you’d look like underneath your suit as he lazily stroked his cock, and he wants to kick his mind for failing to do you justice.

He blinks and suddenly you’re out of sight, and he only has a second to wonder where the hell you’ve disappeared to before he feels your hand lifting his cock up, tongue gliding along his uncut head before your lips close around it.

He swears he can hear the sound of his brain short-circuiting as you immediately take him deeper into your throat, hands laid against his thighs, which flex and tense under your touch. His chin drops to his chest, lidded eyes focused on the way your lips are stretched wide around his base, and his cock jumps in your throat when he sees that your eyes are watching him, too.

You swallow, and the feeling has claws sprouting from his fingers, and his teeth grinding together. One of your hands move between his legs to fondle at his balls, and he groans at all the sensations; tongue circling around his tip and pushing into the slit before you’re bobbing your head and taking him down to the hilt of again, nose pushed into a myriad of dark curls, hands squeezing at the full, heavy sacs, head occasionally dipping down so you can mouth at those, too, until they’re drenched in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum.

You pull off him with a gasped breath, tongue licking at your lips as your hands move to jerk at his cock, hips unconsciously jerking into your grip. “I’ve never—” You pause to greedily lick up the bead of pre-cum that appeared, and a pitiful sound forced itself out of Miguel’s throat. “—seen someone as big as you.” You marvel at the sight of him in your hands, thumb mashing down against his head before you’re planting an apologetic kiss to it and raising up to your feet.

You turn, hands braced against the bar of the seat in front of you, and spread your things and arch your back, putting your soaked cunt on display. Your lips, puffy and coated in your juices, slowly part to reveal the pink hidden inside, webs of your sticky essence stretching apart before breaking.

You turn your head over your shoulder, a glaringly obvious plea in your hungry gaze, and Miguel briefly thinks about using the brief moment of clarity to open that portal up and swing his ass home, but then your swaying your hips and pouting, and a drop of slick is dripping down from your folds to the floor, and Miguel is just a man—a man with an infatuation for the you back home (and the you here, apparently), and a cock that’s begging to get a feel of you.

He pushes into you with a squelch, no prep needed as he glides in, your pussy more than accommodating as open up for him. He slides home, balls pressed against you and pelvis flush to your ass, and you cry out a weak ‘thank you!’, as if you’re a citizen he’s just saved from imminent death.

There are instances, rare instances, when Miguel turns more animal than human. It happens when he’s at his wits end, when his brain decides to take a break from all the logic, reasoning and rationing. It happened with Miles, it happened with countless anomalies, and it’s happened in moments like this, too - when he’s got his cock stuffed into something warm and wet, and the lovely thing underneath him cries out so beautifully. His mind hazes, his vision blurs, and physical capabilities triple in limit.

This is one of those rare instances.

Miguel’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, and he deepens your arch, fangs digging into his lower lip and bringing forth blood as the skin splits. He growls something, mind too far gone to comprehend what the hell it was, but you clench around him and gasp when it reaches your ears.

His pace is brutal from the beginning; fast, hard snaps of his hips into yours, heavy balls knocking against your clit with each bury of his cock into your cunt.

The sound of his hips meeting yours is loud, your messy pussy even louder, and it’s music to his ears as he fucks you. He’s uncoordinated, switching from a fast pace to dizzying one, short thrusts where only half of his cock pushes into you, to deep thrusts that allow you to feel every inch of him and punches a squeal from your gut - he slips out a few times from the erratic movements coupled with your wetness, cock sliding up between your cheeks and nudging at the tight little hole hidden between them before he’s wrestling it back into you and fucking you twice as hard for the inconvenience.

The stops come and go, old people leaving and new people coming, and the positions change; your chest pressed to his as he keeps you suspended in the air with big hands supporting your ass, your back plastered to the window as he pins you to the train wall, face smushed against a train seat as he keeps you down with a heavy hand centered in the middle of your back—he’s got you like that know, foot propped up on the edge of the seat as he hammers into you.

Your moans and whines have long since faded out, the only sounds leaving you being sharp little huffs each time he pushes into you, an an occasional babble that he wouldn’t have been able to decipher even if he was cognizant of you speaking. You’ve made a creamy, frothy mess on his cock (all along the back of the train as well) multiple times, and he’s finally nearing his end; muscles straining, vision blurring, breath hitching and balls tightening.

Both his hands move to your shoulders as he puts his weight on you, and then he’s stuffing himself inside you for the last time, tip of his cock reaching impossibly deep before it twitches, thick ropes of cum filling you up.

He stays like that for a bit, pussy plugged with his cock as he slowly comes down, and his shoulders sag when he’s hit with a wave of fatigue, muscles feeling like jelly.

You’re still underneath him, and for a split second he thinks he’s fucked up and killed you, but then your head is popping up and your craning your neck back to give him a wobbly little smile.

“‘M soo glad I took the early train today.”

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Does anybody else ever read a really good fic, forget to like/reblog, and then it’s just GONE. FOREVER. Im saying this because I read a truly bomb fic where the readers all “fuck you Tengen, there’s no way you could fuck three wives. You couldn’t even fuck ONE wife” and Tengen’s all “you wanna fuckin bet” and rails the absolute shit out of the reader. I know the reader calls him daddy at one point and I think there was spanking??(I can’t remember even tho I read it two days ago bc I’m a dingus) I can’t remember the author or title bc once again, I’m a dingus. if this sounds familiar to you PLEASE tell me the name I have a mighty need

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I’m 100 percent sure that Gyutaro’s into chubby girls. Like, the song “fat bottomed girls” come on and he’s screaming along. He’s down horrendous for big women specifically

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A/N: Dis commission is for @kugutsuu​. Please check out all her fics, she writes a God-like Shig (wayyy better dan mine) and all her content is so good! Big, big, big thank you to @palbabor-writes​ for beta-reading my horrible work, please check her out too, amazing writer, one of da best tbh. 

Warnings: TW.Dubcon, TW.Exhibitionism. 

Pairing: tutor!Shigaraki x f!Reader 

Words: 9k 

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