#all might × reader

[anime-addict-362]

Pathetic Pt. 5

CW: NSFW, All Might x Female reader, pegging, anal penetration, fingering (male receiving), lots of assurance, fluff throughout, Y/N helps All Might learn

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All Might stared at his phone, confused. Pegging was... Weird.

How would that feel good? It looked painful, sounded painful too. Y/N was into this? He wasn't sure he could get into it, seemed way too out of control.

But Y/N wanted to... You know what? He'll just talk to her! Communicating always helps!

"Huh," Y/N stared at him. They sat in her house that, by this point, was pretty decorated. The living room especially, he felt pretty comfortable when he sat with her. He took quite awhile to research the whole pegging thing, he would admit.

He worked a lot, give him a break.

"I don't think I'm into the whole pegging thing," He felt his face burn as Y/N looked up from her phone, eyes seemingly tearing him apart.

In reality, Y/N was looking at him normally. He was deeply overreacting.

"Okay," She looked back down to her phone, typing something.

All Might looked away from the floor and up to her. "You don't care?"

"I already said I won't force you to do anything you aren't sure about," She shrugged. "I don't care."

All Might sighed heavily. "It just looked way too painful."

Y/N looked back up to him again, thumbs not moving across the screen anymore. "Hm?"

He shrugged. "I went deep diving into watch a lot of it and it just looks way to painful. The dicks... Or dildos are too big, and it looked too straining."

Y/N stared at him. "Show me what you were watching."

He was confused at that point, but listened. She took his phone as he pulled it up. He fought not to start blushing at the guys too loud of moans that fell through the phone, Y/N's eyes glued on the screen.

"You used this," She held up the phone, looking at him as if she was judging him directly. "As research?"

"Was I not supposed to," He asked, taking his phone back.

"No," She scoffed. "That's all fake. Extremely fake."

All Might frowned at his phone screen. "How so?"

"Well one, the moaning is way too loud and obnoxious, sounds like he's in extreme pain so I'm assuming that didn't help you," She would be right. "The mans face isn't shown and the skin is too shiny. Its not even a real ass. Even sounds like the moans were edited in after."

All Might rolled his eyes at himself. "Of course."

Y/N sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Don't use porn as research. Porn is unrealistic."

"Then how do I know whats real or not," He frowned, closing out of the video.

"You could always-" She started but was cut off.

"Why can't I just ask you about it," He looked her in the eye. "You obviously know way more than me. Can't we just talk about it?"

Y/N's eyes widened a bit. "Of course we can. I just assumed you'd rather look into it yourself."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. But you can ask me anything."

"Alright... Starting now?"

"Sure."

"What about uh..." He hesitated. It was getting awkward again. "I guess I'm just confused then. How is it... Supposed to not hurt?"

"Well for one," She pointed to his phone. "It's not like that video, you don't just put it in. Yes, that would hurt. But you know how you help me? You finger me to help loosen me up, and still start really slow. I would be doing that to you, but more lube and take it slower since it's new to you."

God, he might die if she keeps talking about this so nonchalantly.

"But of course, it's not like we have to take things that quickly. I could just finger you while getting you off to get you a feel of it. Its not like if I finger you, we have to move onto the next... Sir?"

God, his face was on fire.

Y/N watched him stare at the ground, face red. "This is why I thought you'd rather look at it alone."

"Oh I'm fine," He laugh came out strained.

Y/N watched him for a few more moments, before grabbing her phone. "How about I just send you some good things to look at and then you decide how you feel about it?"

"Yes please," He nodded, wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on his sweatpants.

Y/N's eyes shot down at the movement and raised an eyebrow. "You're hard-"

"Shh. Do not speak of it."

She couldn't help but snort and go back to her phone. "Yes sir."

And as usual, she kept to her word. She sent over many much more professional looking sites than what All Might previously looked at. And he would look at them whenever he had the chance.

He started to notice the difference quickly. Seeing it done correctly was much more reassuring than the porn he saw. But this? He could maybe get into it.

He was definitely still nervous at the fact that the stuff he was watching would be happening to him, but he was also definitely getting hard at the thought of being at the receiving end of Y/N's fake cock.

God, she would be so nice too. Would she like to be rough? Or maybe she liked the thought of breaking him down slowly? Or maybe she wanted to just bend him over and switch the pace whenever she pleased.

He wasn't sure he cared. Just having Y/N fucking him into the bed, he wanted it.

Fuck, he really did.

Though, he didn't really know how to tell Y/N. At this point, another month had passed. Again, he was a very busy person. The last time they saw each other outside of work was on that date he promised.

With that being almost 3 weeks ago, he needed to get his ass to seeing her again and talk to her about it in person. One of the websites she sent said communication was necessary.

Though, she made that clear herself many times.

It became the usual to meet up at her place, so thats what they did on a Saturday afternoon. They sat on her couch while she showed him how to play a game. He really didn't understand the hype around killing games. He saw murderers all the time, it wasn't fun.

"Why are you so quiet," Y/N asked, laying her legs over his lap as she laid down and mashed some buttons on her controller.

"I don't know," He shrugged a bit. "Guess just thinking about uhm... The whole pegging thing?"

"Yeah? What about it," She didn't even bother to pause the game, eyes still glued to the screen.

"I want to try it," That when Y/N paused the game, facing towards him. "You can uhm- Keep playing."

"No, we have to talk about it. No distractions," She put the controller down, crossing her legs on his lap. "So what's up?"

He rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. Don't get awkward, don't do it. "I do want to take it slowly like you said. I think... I think I really like the idea but I'm still really nervous about it, you know?"

Y/N nodded. "I'm willing to go as slow as you need. The fact you're willing to try it at all makes me excited."

He nodded then paused. "...Want to try tonight?"

"You work tomorrow," She asked, grabbing the controller and unpausing the game.

"No," He shook his head.

"Then sure," Y/N's focus went straight to her game, as she tried to kill a bunch of soldiers. "Get your boner off my foot."

He groaned to himself, burying his face in his hands.

"I was joking," She snorted, then kicked his stomach with the side of her foot. "Order us food."

"Alright," He nodded.

Y/N decided he needed to calm down first. He was always so tense, and then he got embarrassed at the thought of sex, even if he was pretty good during the act. She didn't understand it but asking about it would get her pretty much nowhere.

Besides, they were doing okay now. There wasn't too much going wrong, despite how awkward he could be.

But he did calm down as they ate, soon going back to watching her play the game. She didn't know what he didn't understand, kill the dicks that were trying to kill her.

But then they finished food, and Y/N had to initiate it. Which she didn't mind, but he was starting to close in on himself once they were in her bed.

Y/N straddled him as he laid back, kissing his neck before sitting up to look at him. "We don't have to do this."

His eyes widened a bit. "I... I know. I want to."

"Are you sure? You seem so uncomfortable," She frowned. "I want you to enjoy it."

"I'm just nervous, I'm sorry," He sat up to kiss her. "I trust you, Y/N. I promise."

Y/N thought that over before nodding, kissing him again. "Then relax. It'll be so much better if you relax, Sir."

He couldn't stop the stutter in his breath when he nodded. Y/N smiled softly and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Why exactly did you wear a dress shirt when you knew we were just hanging out," She asked, chuckling.

"It's hard to find a normal T-shirt that fits me," He snorted, kissing her neck as she worked on his shirt.

"Pretty sure this is a woman's shirt," Y/N grinned and he pulled away, looking down.

"Huh? No its not, it fits great!"

"The buttons are on the left side," She snickered, tugging the shirt. "Men's buttons are on the right."

He blinked. "Well I look great in it."

"Oh for sure," She nodded, kissing his cheek. "Very handsome. Really shows off those hips."

He snorted, kissing her again. She pulled the shirt off of him, hands immediately going to his chest. She groaned into the kiss as All Might hands began to wander too.

Good. He wasn't as uncomfortable as she worried he was. And man, did she fucking worry.

All Might was always so shy or awkward or uncomfortable. Its not that she hated it, most of the time it was cute. But sometimes she questioned whether he really wanted to do the things they did.

They couldn't even talk about it without him changing the subject.

Despite that, he always came out of their sex doing better than her. They might have not had sex a lot so far, but she picked up on the fact that his stamina was stoll fucking insane, which pairs good with a man who's willing to take care of you afterwards.

"You okay," His voice teared her out of her thoughts.

"...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," She nodded, kissing him roughly and pushing him back on the bed. Less thinking Y/N.

All Might groaned as Y/N kissed him suddenly, but wasn't complaining. He let his hands move down to her hips, messing with her sweatpants.

"Go ahead," Y/N nodded.

He sighed, pulling them down as she adjusted to help him. He threw them off the bed once they were off. "Can I... uhm, can I touch?"

"Of course," Y/N nodded, kissing his neck. "I'll tell you if I get uncomfortable, it's okay."

He nodded. He let his hands slid under Y/N's shirt, but Y/N was taking it off once she realized what he wanted.

All Might leaned up once it was up, kissing over her bare chest. How did Y/N do this... Right!

Y/N gasped as All Might gently pulled her chest into his mouth.

Emphasis on the chest, his mouth was huge??

"Good boy," Y/N smiled, running a hand through his hair. He hummed, hands holding her hips tight. "Damn, your hair is gonna poke my damn eye out."

All Might pulled away to laugh. "Sorry," He kissed her neck. "Can't control it that much."

Y/N experimentally pulled down the stuck up bang and watched it shoot back up into place. "Damn."

"I know," He snorted, kissing under her jawline. "Hard to deal with."

"I always assumed you used hairspray or something," Y/N muttered, then remembered what they were doing. "Kiss me."

She let her hands move down as he listened. She pulled his belt off fairly easily, before unbuttoning them. He groaned into the kiss, hands finding themselves at her ass.

"Take them off," She mumbled, pulling away from him completely so he could.

As always, All Might was quick to listen to her, taking his pants off, also deciding to just take his boxers off with it. He was doing great! Not getting embarrassed at all!

Well he was. Then he saw the Y/N's eyes were glued on him. On his ass.

Y/N saw the way All Might's face got red, and grinned. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now," He shook his head and her grin only got bigger. "On your hands and kness Sir."

He listened, pushing aside the face that this was so fucking embarrassing. Did she have to smile all predator like? Like he was just prey she couldn't wait to eat?

Oh god, is that what she saw?! How embarrassing!

"Good boy," Y/N spoke up after checking him out. God his ass was fat, jesus christ. She didn't bother waiting to grab it, laughing at how All Might jumped immediately.

"God, you're even fucking muscular here," She giggled, smacking his ass hard.

He gasped at the stinging feeling. It didn't hurt much, but it shocked him.

Y/N noticed his lack of talking. "You still doing okay?"

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

"Well don't apologize," She leaned down and kissed his lower back. "Just promise me if you want to stop at any point, you'll tell me."

"I promise, Y/N."

"Good boy," She grinned again, pulling away to get another view of him. His cock hung low, and it looked so fucking sensitive from how red it was.

Y/N debated on letting him come first, but came down to that it might help him calm down. So she leaned forward, gently wrapping her hand around his cock.

All Might gasped at the sudden hand on him, then groaned as he felt Y/N gather up his pre come and started to give him a hand job. It was slow, as if she was savoring the moment.

He already knew she was staring, eyes probably watching his every twitch. "Y/N... I thought-" He choked as she ran her hand over the head of his cock, suddenly rougher. "I thought we were gonna- Uhm-"

"We will, Sir," She leaned over him, kissing his spine and forcing herself to keep her hand moving slow. "But I want to see you come all pretty for me first. And you're going to, yeah? Come all over my hand?"

"Ah fuck," He groaned heavily, leaning down on his elbows. "Yes, Y/N."

She grinned. "There we go, Sir. Good boy."

His mind spiraled. This was different than what he watched. Most of the things he watched were silent or just had moaning, or maybe a few words here and there.

Nothing like the way Y/N spoke to him. God, the way her voice was so confident, the way he managed to make him such a goddamn bottom while simply calling him Sir.

It was going to kill him. The way her hand moved so slowly, her voice speaking out to him.

Oh. She was talking to him.

"Stay with me, Sir," She pulled his head out of the pillow he was using to muffle the moans that fell from his mouth. "Stay with me, All Might, yeah? You're doing such a good job, keeping up this pretty ass in the air, taking my hand so good."

He practically sobbed. Jesus christ, this felt amazing. The consistent slow drag of her hand was bringing tears to his eyes. "Yes, yes- Y/N, fuck. Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," Y/N snickered. "I haven't done much yet."

"It's-" He struggled to think of the right words. "It feels so good, Y/N. I want more, please."

Y/N hummed at his whine, hips moving into her hand slightly. "You'll get to fuck me later, Sir. I promise. Be patient."

"Yes," He nodded, also stilling his hips. "I'm gonna come, Y/N. Please."

"Already," She smiled. "Good boy. Go ahead and come for me."

He moaned out, took a few more slow strokes of Y/N's hand and he came, eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck- fuck Y/N. Thank you, jesus thank you."

Y/N chuckled, pulling her hand away so he wouldn't start to be overstimulated. She needed him as relaxed as she could make him. "Feel good?"

He nodded, then remembered she wanted him to talk. "Yeah- Yes, Y/N."

"Lay down, Sir," Y/N laid him down completely, still on his stomach. "Comfortable?"

"Yeah," He confirmed, grabbing the pillow in front of his face.

Y/N kissed down his back, feeling the way he twitched. "Still nervous?"

"I'm better."

"Good," She smiled. "You wanna start or do you want a few minutes?"

"We can- Uh, we can start," He coughed.

"Tell me if you don't like anything I do," She spoke, grabbing her lube from her nightstand. "I also think its time we start using a safeword system."

"What's that," He asked, lifting his face from the pillow.

"It's just a small system for you to tell if if you're doing okay, or vice versa of course," She put lube on two fingers, attempting to warm it up. "It helps a lot to let the other know just when to stop. Especially when in the moment, one might tell you to slow down without meaning it."

He jumped when he felt a finger enter him. It was slow, and so gentle.

"Focus on my voice," She kissed his hip. "One of the most basic is just the color system. Green is keep going, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. But really, it can be anything you want."

"Feels weird," He groaned, burying his face back into the pillow as the finger wiggled deeper.

Y/N chuckled. "Were you listening?"

All Might nodded. "Color system, green go, yellow slow down, red stop."

"God you're such a good boy," She kissed across his ass. "So what do you think of the idea?"

"It's uh- fuck," He tensed as she drew another finger in, this time touching his prostate.

He read about that, about how much good it felt. He truly believed it was overexaggerated, but god, it felt amazing. His legs wanted to shake.

"C'mon Sir, answer me."

"I- I uhm," He gulped, Y/N's fingers continuously dragging across his prostate. "I like it, I like the id-EA," He yelped as Y/N bit him.

His ass.

Y/N bit his ass ans he was turned on by it. What the fuck?

"You're taking my fingers much better than I thought you would," She hummed, slipping a third in. "Though, my hands aren't much compared to yours."

Was he doing good? He was breathing pretty damn heavy, probably whining, still yelping- God, this was fucking embarrassing, holy shit. But he couldn't think about it much, not with Y/N's fingers reaching deeper, still brushing past his prostate.

"Fuck me," He asked. "Use your cock- Please Y/N. I need to feel it."

Y/N smiled wide, already reaching for under her bed after she, maybe to roughly, removed her fingers. Oops.

She stood to get her strap on, knowing All Might was watching her. She decided to start smaller. She didn't want to scare him off from this, especially since they went through prepping so fast.

Also her fault, probably.

Soon, she sat on her knees between his spread legs. She decided to put him on his back, she wanted to see his face during this. "Ready?"

All Might nodded quickly, keeping hisbeyes glued on the ceiling. He better not come right now, that would suck.

Y/N held his legs apart the best she could, before slowly sliding her strap into him. He watched his face for any signs of discomfort, but there didn't seem to be any. "Doing okay?"

"Yeah," He nodded, eyes closing at the intrusion. It didn't hurt all that bad though.

"Damn," Y/N snickered. "You're taking this great. Does it hurt at all?"

"Uncomfortable," He finally looked down to her, between his legs. God, she looked so hot. "But uhm, no pain really."

She hummed. "Well that's good," She slid the rest in, her hips meeting the back of his thighs. She felt them tense but All Might still just groaned.

"Fuck me," All Might asked after a few moments. "I'm fine, just fuck me."

"Yes sir," Y/N smirked, letting her hips pull out gently. All Might groaned heavily, bringing and arm up to cover his face. "Don't cover your face."

Y/N's sudden stern voice shocked him, so he pulled his arm down to look at her but she was already fucking back into him. He moaned, letting his head fall back. "Oh- fuck yeah."

Y/N felt crazy, with how wide her grin was. How fucking good All Might looked under her, moaning and gripping the mattress.

She could only laugh as he came within the next minute, practically whimpering. She didn't bother to stop, listening to his whining but not stopping her in anyway.

"Yes yes," All Might fought to stay still as the cock fucked in and out of him. It was a lot, especially after he already came. But he didn't want to stop. Not yet.

He practically sobbed at the hand grabbing his cock. Y/N wasn't being gentle anymore. While no, she wasn't too rough, she sure as hell was fast and grabbing at anything she could.

The sound of their hips meeting repeatedly was making his head spin. Or maybe that was the oncoming orgasm, once again. Or it was the fact that Y/N's hand was pulling at his cock roughly.

"Y/N- Y/N, oh god," He sobbed, tears falling down his face.

"Come, come now," Y/N was still grinning, watching All Might twitch.

All Might cried out a moan as he came again, and he felt his eyes roll back. He felt like he couldn't get air, but jesus, he also felt amazing. He already knew he was shaking, probably ripping her mattress where he held it.

Y/N watched, hips stilling just to enjoy how All Might cried, pulling apart her mattress, legs attempting to pull her closer, all while his cock just kept spilling more and more. It was amazing, truly.

But he did stop soon enough, so she got to helping him. She pulled out, taking the strap off and got up. She needed to clean him.

Then she was being pulled back by very strong arms. "Wait."

"Okay," She nodded, moving to lay on him and kiss his cheek. "You did such a good job, Sir. So proud of you."

She felt All Might sigh as he relaxed into the bed. "Been awhile since I've been this worn out."

"Yeah? What else wore you out like this," Y/N asked, small smirk on her face.

"It was uh, some bigger villain," He drew a blank on the name. "I don't remember his name, I guess. The uh, one with the music quirk."

Y/N snorted. "Could I beat him in a fight? Honestly."

He thought that over. "...yes?"

"You don't know?"

"You're strong but you're stronger with close combat," He shrugged.

"I should fix that," She hummed.

"Got okay aim," He asked, turning to look at her. She still looked so stunning, hair messy, eyes closed as if she was thinking, lips dropped in a small pout.

"Not a lot of practice," She shrugged. "I messed around with Snipe once though. That was kind of fun, but can't say I did that well."

"When was that?"

"When I visited the first time," Y/N opened her eyes to look at him. "I met your assistant, and whatever the fuck she said, you hired me for it," She sighed, stretched before reaching down to smack his dick. "Now hear we are."

All Might groaned, and Y/N snickered, going to sit on his stomach. "Feeling okay," She wiped away the old tears on his face.

"Yeah I'm good," He nodded. "I can go again. Get you to come."

Y/N shook her head. "I'm good. Lets just get cleaned up and rest."

He frowned. "You sure?"

She leaned down to kiss him, then nodded. "I'm sure. I'll be just fine. And I can't exactly pick you up, so c'mon."

All Might chuckled at the idea of Y/N attempting to hold him the way he holds her. "Okay."

[misssmina]

I hate when yall write the same kind of personality for self insert fics.

I don’t want to keep seeing the same easily flustered, no backbone, cries a lot Y/N. Here are some versions that I think would work better for each character.

Sweetheart Y/N: Caretaker, blushy, scolds character for not taking care of themselves. Best for slice of life AU’s or as a quirkless character. [Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Toshinori, Aizawa]

Goofball Y/N: Silly, playfully sarcastic, best friend type, takes nothing seriously. [Bakugou, Shigaraki, Todoroki, Aizawa]

Bitchy/Bratty Y/N: Tackless, competitive, well meaning, emotionally constipated. [Kirishima, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero]

Bestie/Sacrificial Y/N: Fun, overly understanding, forgiving, compassionate, competitive. Best for angst and/or character development. [Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks.]

More variety please & thank you 🩵 also please make it long

Edit: The way people are bitching about this post is crazy. I legitimately do not care how you write, it’s YOUR writing. But you have options, that is the point. This post was not a personal attack to ANYONE. Just have fun writing and push yourself.

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[0asisbliss]

He was so pretty. You wanted to baby him like he was tiny, but in reality he was bigger than you probably not in size but also in power. He has the strength to crush you in the blink of an eye. But you disregarded that like it wasn’t even there and you were mesmerized not just by his actions but also his looks. God he is was such a pretty boy in and out.

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[l0vergirls]

just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.

cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!

★ (romantic) yandere!batfam x reader

imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.

it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.

let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.

slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?

during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.

and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.

later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.

barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the café you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the café. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.

and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.

you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.

you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.

batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.

he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.

on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.

the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendly— in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.

the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.

and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.

you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.

his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.

he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.

your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.

unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.

though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.

but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.

oh, they can vividly see— almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.

but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.

this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this 😭😭😭😭

[muisley]

rip kim dokja

[kamaluhkhan]

anti-curse

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader

summary: whether he knew it or not, percy jackson made the world a better, brighter place — and you intend to protect him, no matter what path the fates leads you down. fuck prophetic dreams. the future wasn't written in stone.

warnings/disclaimers: mentions of typical demigod things (battles, weapons, etc.); this is set during the heroes of olympus series so roughly follows that plot + features the seven demigods; mainly inspired by book!percy (dark hair, sea green eyes) bc that's the one i fell in love w growing up; characters are aged up from the book (reader + percy are meant to be 21-22 y/o) bc i imagine there was more time between prophecies/series....anyways, please enjoy <3

when you first met percy jackson, he almost shot you through the chest with an arrow.

given that apollo is your godly parent, you often found yourself at the archery field, which happened to be one of the first stops on percy’s tour of camp half-blood. after that first mishap, your other half-siblings were, understandably, too scared to let percy try again — frankly chiron seemed a bit hesitant as well — and you could sense that percy felt disheartened. so, you flashed the boy a reassuring smile before giving him a few pointers and a second chance. when he smiled back at you, you felt a fluttering in your stomach that told you percy jackson would be more than a little important in your life.

archery still wasn't percy's strong suit, but your gut feeling turned out to be true. you and percy had dealt with a lot since then — a handful of quests, several prophecies, more than a few near-death experiences, a titan war, and, maybe worst of all, high school. you couldn't imagine getting through any of it without him by your side, and you knew the feeling was mutual.

so, you were entirely anticipating that percy would be hurt by your announcement during dinner. 

“no way that’s happening.” percy laughs, as if he can’t believe you’d suggest something as ridiculous as not having him accompany you on your quest. he remains unfazed, takes a sip of his electric blue coke before gesturing to the empty seat next to him. “come on, sunshine. have something to eat.”

the nickname sends your heart into a frenzy as you sit next to him. you and percy had never been anything other than friends, but sometimes....sometimes you look at his dangerous ocean eyes and wind-swept dark hair and it makes you blush. sometimes you consider the way his laughter fills you with warmth and his smile holds a thousand memories, the way he teases and winks at you and you decide that he makes your world so much brighter. sometimes you remember how sarcastic and thoughtful and loyal and reckless he is, his heart of gold and unpredictability of the sea. and you start to think that maybe possibly you'd fallen in love with your best friend.

that was not the issue at hand, though. you summon your favourite food and drink, but don't particularly feel like having either. percy returns to his conversation with hazel about how the two of you would drive up to montauk after you finally got your license, any time either of you needed to escape your reality, even just for a night. you'd sit on the beach, stargazing and roasting stale marshmallows and wishing to stay there forever. hazel seems to think that sounds like a nice escape, and percy promises that once the eight of you fulfill this prophecy, you'll all go to the beach house together, which makes hazel break out into a grin.

you can't help but smile at percy who loves his friends, who has loved you for so long. that feeling is quickly replaced by a pang in your chest that reminds you what's at stake. from the corner of your eye, you notice annabeth across from you, who looks at you like you’re a puzzle she can’t quite solve. you're trying to hide it, but if anyone can read you better than percy, it's annabeth. she knows something is weighing on your mind. you briefly lock eyes with jason, who you had gone to earlier for help, from the other side of the room, where he sits between piper and frank. 

if you weren’t so distracted, you would have been able to enjoy dinner. the eight of you — all demigods of the current great prophecy — hadn’t been all together in a while, and it was nice to share a meal aboard the argo ii despite the reality of why you’d all been traveling together. leo had equipped the ship with magic plates and cups, and with the lively jokes and stories filling the air, you could almost imagine it was an ordinary summer evening at camp. you could almost forget that tomorrow, you had to go on a quest to rescue apollo and artemis from python, a monster so powerful your father barely defeated him thousands of years ago. you could almost ignore the impending war with gaea and the giants, and the doomed fate of the world if you were to fail. the one thing you could no longer ignore, however, is the gut feeling you have about the fate of the boy sitting next to you if your quest is to unfold the way you had first planned it. 

you clear your throat, an attempt to interrupt the group's conversations. 

“i was serious earlier,” you declare. “you’re not coming with me, percy. jason is.”

the smile percy had on his face fades. his eyes are filled with concern and disbelief, as he glances at you. “i – i don’t understand.”

"percy,” jason jumps in carefully, aware that he’s treading through dangerous waters like you had warned him. “y/n and i were strategizing earlier and it seems to make the most sense, given our powers combined." 

percy shakes his head. “but — but you can’t just make last minute changes. we’ve already got everything set. right, valdez?”

leo shrugs, swallowing a mouthful of chicken before responding. “i don’t know, man. i’m no expert in quests, but it seems like i’m not the one who should be deciding this.” leo looks at you, and you nod gratefully.

you've been on edge since last night, and to calm your nerves you fiddle with the gold chain around your neck. it was a gift from your father: a necklace with a music note charm that can transform into an electric guitar or a bow and quiver. thankfully, you hadn't had to need both at the same time.

“it's up to me. and i want leo and jason to come with me.”

“then i’ll come too,” percy's voice remains calm, but insistant.

“isn’t there that thing about quests usually being done in threes?”

“that is true, piper,” percy agrees. he tilts his head towards you, like he's calling on you to remember. "exceptions have been made, though. like that one time with zoe." that had been years ago, when demigods from camp half-blood and hunters of artemis joined forces. five had been sent out on a quest, but only three came back. you shiver at the thought.

"or my quest through the labyrinth," annabeth recalls.

"but won't that also change our other plans, though?" hazel asks.

"not necessarily," you pipe in, your voice more assertive. "if jason and percy just switch. no harm done."

"we're not interchangeable," percy grumbles.

"hera sure seemed to think so!" leo searches the room for positive responses to his joke, but the most he gets is a half-hearted laugh from frank. "too soon?"

you take a deep breath. "it's not a big deal, really."

"it kind of is," percy counters. "you've never gone on a quest without me."

"you've gone on quests without me," you point out.

"that's...that's different."

"why? because i'm so weak that i need the son of the sea god to protect me at all times?"

you're giving percy the coldest stare you ever have. he hesitates to hold your gaze.

"you know that's not what i meant," he sighs.

"then what did you mean?"

percy looks at you, his eyes and tone softer. “look, sunshine, let's just stick with the plan, alright? we can just —”

“gods, you never listen, do you?" you finally snap. "you're not coming! i don’t want you there, percy!”

percy stares at you, stunned. you look around the table, and everyone looks back at you, wide-eyed. they weren’t used to this side of you, your sudden outburst not fitting in with your usually sunny disposition. 

“well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” leo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, with less than ideal results.

“you saw something in your dreams, didn’t you?” annabeth realizes. 

her conclusion makes you freeze.

demigod dreams are always significant, carrying vivid images of monsters, messages from friends or enemies. some children of apollo like you had visions of the future — pseudo prophecies that are supposedly set to unfold given the path you’re on. technically, you weren’t supposed to share your visions, something about messing with fate or destiny, but that didn’t mean you had to accept the way things were. 

what you saw in your dreams last night, what might happen to percy, made your blood run cold.

you would defy all the laws of the universe and divine rules if it meant you could protect him. so fuck the path the fates are attempting to lead you down, and fuck prophetic dreams. you refuse to let percy die. no matter how frustrated you’re acting towards him in this moment, you know he would still do the same for you.

you figure that the future isn't written in stone, right?

either way, you're willing to challenge destiny for percy jackson.

without answering annabeth, you get up from the table and take a deep breath, carefully avoiding percy’s gaze. 

“i go with leo and jason, or i go alone.” your voice is steady, fighting the heavy beating of your heart and tears caught in your throat. “either way, i leave in the morning.” you exit the mess hall before anyone — before percy — can protest.

[mid-80s]

fixing eddies bangs

pov: eddie asks you to fix his bangs

cw: grinding, implied sex

you immediately say yes.

it has been a dream of yours to cut eddies hair or to style it in any way and you hop at the opportunity when it's presented.

you're both on the floor of eddies room, him practicing for his gig the following night, you picking an outfit for him for it.

you don't know when you'd become his personal stylist, but you always find yourself picking out his show outfits.

suddenly eddies soft tune that he's been playing stops. "can you cut my hair?"

the question out of the blue, as they hadn't even been saying anything before, simply content in the others presence.

you turn around, stunned, and look at him with a look that says really?

"c'mon, i know that styling my hair is like a wet dream of yours," you roll your eyes and turn back to his closet, being stubborn. "but i really need my hair cut for tomorrow!" you don't budge. "you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world and i would really like you to cut my hair." nothing. he rolls his eyes.

"please?"

and that's how you ended up sitting on a flustered eddies lap cutting his bangs.

he kept squirming and you're no expert, so didn't want his hair to look worse than it already did. soo you sat on his lap. not the best idea for either of you as now you have to try not to squirm as eddies manhood is rubbing up against your clit just right.

you're both a blushing mess and you pray he can't feel your pussy twitch from his big hands around your waist, the cold from his rings giving you goosebumps through your thin shirt (that's probably his, you don't remember), and his big doe eyes, staring at you like you're the prettiest thing on earth.

and you're not far off as that is exactly what eddie is thinking.

having the girl he's been crushing on for years a half an inch away from his face is not helping the feelings he's been trying to push down, or his growing boner.

it's just the way you press your lips in a line when you're focused, the furrow of your brows, the tilt of your head. ugh, the twitch of your tight cunt against his boner. fuckkk.

he feels his cock jump at that and he knows you feel it too. and as much and he doesn't want to admit it, he's kind of glad you do, especially now because he knows you're feeling the same.

just a few more snips. you tell yourself. it's not helping you feel better because you have absolutely no idea what to do when you're done. eddies grip on your waist tightens and your pussy twitches again.

and then you feel eddies cock twitch. like it's fucking mimicking yours. you finish his hair, and look him dead in the eyes.

"fucking finally." you sigh, breaking the heaving silence hanging over your both.

you brush the hair off his face and practically throw the scissors on the counter while keeping eye contact and eddie looks at you terrified and confused.

you kiss him at the same time you grind against his fat fucking cock. you can't believe you didn't realize how hard he was before.

eddie tries his hardest to kiss you back but can't hold back the moan that comes deep from in his chest.

this is gonna be a long night.

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Hii! May i request some headcanons were mt. lady, sir night eye, present mic, eraser and all might react to their s/o wearing their clothes after sex? Like if they didn’t have any clothes with them what weren’t… dirty so they stole some! Sorry if this is boring but I thought it was kinda cute :)

Hope you enjoy these, lovely!

Characters: Takeyama Yuu/Mount Lady, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye, Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Contents: gn!reader, mild nsfw

Takeyama Yuu/Mount Lady

Perhaps it was an impromptu tryst, because you’re at Mount Lady’s apartment and your only clothes are dirty. Perhaps your stuff got torn up in a fight with a villain and now you’ve come back to hers to ‘celebrate’, you find yourself left with nothing but your underwear. Perhaps not even that. 

You could sleep naked, but it’s not the most comfortable situation to be in. So you wander over to Yuu’s wardrobe (really a walk-in closet). She might only be a debut hero, but she’s very popular and spends a lot of time in the limelight. This translates to making absolute bank, and she spends a lot of it on beautiful clothes. Obviously, you’re not going to wear a gala dress to bed, so you grab a t-shirt that looks pretty old, and maybe a pair of yoga pants. 

Depending on your size compared to her, they might be fine, or they might be a tight fit. When she comes back into the bedroom, her skin gleaming from her nightly skincare routine, she stops in the doorway and pouts at you.

“If you stretch those out, you’re going to have to replace them.”

“...says the woman who turns into a titan?” The irony is too much for you.

“Only my hero costume stretches with me, duh.” A pause. “Your butt does look good in those yoga pants, though.”

Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

It would seem that if you’re dating Sir Nighteye, you’ve at least got some sense of planning and responsibility. But you’re only human, and sometimes you’re going to find yourself caught short. Short on clothes, in this case. Even if your clothes are clean, you couldn’t fathom sleeping in your work clothes.

You wait until Sir Nighteye is in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, before sneaking open one of his drawers and grabbing something at random. You end up with…

A pair of boxers and a vintage All Might t-shirt.

It’s hardly the sexiest of nightwear, but you make it work. He leans back into the doorway to tell you to borrow some clothing, and you’re lounging on his bed, all “Paint me like one of your French girls”. 

“I’ve been waiting for you~” you purr.

He nearly spits out his mouthwash, and disappears back into the bathroom to gather himself. You distinctly hear him chuckle under his breath, then clear his throat.

“If you want to entice me, darling, don’t wear the face of my former boss on your torso.”

Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic

Hizashi’s always trying to get you to wear his clothes, anyway! He drapes his little moto jacket (the casual one, not the studded one he wears as part of his costume) over your shoulders a lot and tells you how great you look. 

Seeing his partner wear his clothes just gives him this little kick and makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

You’ve got a variety of options in Mic’s wardrobe. In the t-shirt section, you’ve got a lot of band t-shirts, weird, bright coloured ones covered in fruit or English slogans, a few rare Eraserhead merch t-shirts he got done to piss off Aizawa, and if you want to borrow some boxers, you’ll be hard pressed to find some that don’t have a loud, zany pattern on them. 

If you want to be (moderately) sexy, grab a vintage band t-shirt and a pair of his black boxer briefs. If you want to make him laugh, grab the stupidest t-shirt you can find and pair it with an eye watering set of boxer shorts, especially if they have bananas on them. 

Hizashi grins wide enough to split his face in half at the sight of you in his clothes. It doesn’t matter if you went for sexy or stupid, really, because he’ll just try to get you out of them again, if you know what I mean~

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

This is one of those things that Aizawa doesn’t know he likes until he sees it for the first time. He’s probably dragged himself out of your post-coital snooze to get you both some water or feed the stray cat on his balcony, leaving you to ponder your clothing situation. 

When you open Aizawa’s wardrobe, it’s 75% loose black shirts and pants, with a few non-black items crammed at one end, including those infamous pink sweatpants. 

It seems he’s not totally averse to colour, just not when he’s working. He has a few t-shirts (gifts from Hizashi) covered in cats (as opposed to just covered in cat hair, like the rest). 

If you’ve cuddled him at all, which you have, thoroughly, you know that all his clothes are surprisingly soft and comfortable. He tends to end up with raggedy cuffs on his sleeves, but even so, the shirt has that soft texture clothing gets when it’s been washed many times. You dig out some random black shorts he has, though you’ve never seen him expose his pasty legs in public, so they must be old.

Shouta shuffles back into the room to find you asleep, curled up in your borrowed finery. There’s something about the sight of you lying in his bed, wearing his clothes, looking so warm and comfortable. It’s like a little gut punch of domesticity. 

“You’re meant to ask, you brat,” he says fondly, flopping onto the bed next to you. 

Still, he reflects, as he pulls you closer, that shirt’s gonna smell like you now. Maybe he should make you wear it every time you sleep over.

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

All Might’s still pretty nervous about being in a relationship so he’s not 100% sure of the protocol, especially when you’re at his place and you don’t have any clean clothes to wear to bed. He gets flustered and goes to see if he can quickly wash your clothes, forgetting the entire wardrobe of clean clothes right there.

All Might or Small Might, his clothes are going to absolutely drown you no matter what size you are. Toshi’s a titan. Any t-shirt you try to borrow is basically a giant nightshirt. 

Toshinori splutters a little at the sight of you swimming in the fabric of one of his shirts. Once he’s done coughing into his elbow, he offers you a toothy grin, his eyes crinkled up.

“That…might be a little big on you,” he says, tugging playfully on all the excess fabric. “Are you sure it’s going to be comfortable?”

You tell him that you like the feeling of the soft, loose fabric, and the fact that it smells a little like his cologne, even after being washed. He’s chuckles at that, wrapping his large hands around your waist, the fabric cinching in against you.

“Well, never thought one of my old shirts could look so adorable.”

[anime-addict-362]

Pathetic Pt. 4

CW: NSFW, mentions of pegging, gentle sex, riding, less of a sub/dom dynamic than my other ones, aftercare, honestly rushed tbh, some of my worst works

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All Might was currently helping Y/N move, so she didn't have to hire more movers than she already had to. It was just a few nights after the whole office sex, and All Might was feeling better than usual.

And Y/N? She was still swearing him out for leaving her so sore. It was half-assed, but she truly was sore. Which made him even more happy to help in the long run.

Y/N watched him carry two couches at once, kind of jealous. Oh the shit she would do with that kind of strength...

Probably peg someone.

Well she would... Has, regardless of her strength... Not the point though.

All Might was humming to whatever popular song played on the radio, unaware of Y/N staring, and half fantasizing. "Y/N, where do you want the couches?"

When there was so response, he looked to her. Oh she was staring at... Why was she staring at his ass? "Uhm, Y/N?"

"What are your thoughts on pegging," She spoke up, small smile forming her face.

"I..." He swallowed. "What is it," He watched the small smile form into a smirk.

"It's where I fuck you," She tilted her head slightly. "The same way you fucked me over that desk."

His eyes widened. "...how," He almost whispered.

"In your ass of course," She laughed, legs swinging.

Before he could say much more, the delivery guy was walking in, looked shocked that All Might was there for a second then stuttered out. "I uh, need the owner of the home to uhm... Sign this?"

"That's me," Y/N spoke up, following the guy outside and yelling out a "think about it Sir!"

All Might was dumbfounded, then tried to clear his mind and putting the couches down in front of the fireplace. Last time he checked, Y/N chose to live in a bigger apartment. This was a pretty big house.

"Y/N," He spoke as she walked back in. She hummed, sitting on her new kitchen counter. "So why here? It's pretty big for just one person."

"I liked that I could afford to pay it in cash," She rested her face in her hands. "It was too big of an ego boost to not get it."

All Might snorted. "I pay you too much, is that what you're saying?"

"Maybe," Y/N shrugged. "Not going to ask for you stop though."

All Might looked around the room. "So you have a lot of furniture, but not a lot of decorations. Are you leaving it like this?"

"Uh, for now, yeah. But not for long. Rather do one thing at a time," Y/N looked to him. "Nice subject change technique."

"That was not the reason I brought it up," He shook his head quickly.

"Right," She tilted her head. "It was just a suggestion, you know. Not going to force you into anything," She paused for another second, looking All Might in the eye. "You know that, right?"

"Yes," He nodded quickly. He trusted Y/N more than he wanted to admit to. He never trusted many people. His assistant was practically the only person up until Y/N. Then there was Tuskauchi, Dave- Oh goddamn, what was Dave up to?

"Well think about it," She leaned back, voice bringing his attention back. "Let me know what you feel-"

"I want to do it," He nodded, almost proudly as he stood tall.

Y/N's eyes widened. "You barely know what it is-"

"Well you just told me! If I get to fuck you, it's only fair you do it back," God, he hoped the moving guys didn't hear that. He was on the news enough as it is.

Y/N was silent for a second. "As much as I want to take up that offer, I would feel better if you did a little research before we jump into it. It's best if you know about it a little first."

"Well if you insist!"

She gave an amused snort at his slight posing. He truly was just like comic book hero.

"And if you would like, I would enjoy taking you out to dinner," He grinned brightly. "Anywhere you would want to go."

She thought about it. "I'm not huge on public restaurants, too many people recognize you."

"Then we can just do some take out, hang out here or at my place," He offered.

Y/N nodded, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, I would like that."

"Miss L/N," The delivery guy came back. "We have everything set out. Would you like our help bringing it all in?"

"No thank you," Y/N shook her head. "You can leave. Thanks for the help."

He went to leave and All Might went to speak at the same time. But the delivery guy came back in, looking confused. "I think you wrote the uh, tip portion wrong."

"I didn't, and if I did, I don't really care,  please leave," She stood, voice firm and the guy just decided to leave, even with the huge tip.

"You should fuck me," Y/N spoke bluntly and All Might felt his face burn.

"You just said how you needed a break because of how sore you were," He spoke, more curious than anything.

"I'll survive," Y/N said, bringing herself to be picked up by him. "Just be gentle and I'll be fine, okay?"

He nodded quickly, breathing picking up. "Are you sure?"

"I promise, Sir. I'm okay," She kissed him. "I trust you."

So she was sat on All Might's lap, riding him gently. All Might let her keep the control, just groaning and kissing her.

"Do you feel good," All Might spoke against her neck, feeling her nails dig into his chest.

"Yes, so good Sir," She nodded, hand grabbing at his hair. All Might pulled away to watch Y/N's facial expression. It was soft, but he could tell she felt good, her breathing hard and her eyes closed as if she was relaxed.

And he slowly started to notice, just how relaxed she was. Her body almost limp, just bouncing up and down on his cock. Her arms eventually wrapped around his neck, head falling onto his shoulder.

He ran a hand up her back, holding her close as she moaned. "Yes, All Might, you're so good. You're doing so good."

All Might groaned, bouncing her. He felt pride in how she fully relaxed, moaning and holding him tighter. "You're so... Fuck, Sir. You're such a good boy, All Might."

His eyes widened, his fingers digging into her hips as he moaned. God, he had to be careful with his quirk. He distracted himself with focusing on her clit so he didn't snap her body in half with just his hands.

That would suck, and it was more possible than he wanted to admit.

Still, he was satisfied with Y/N's breathing picking up even more, scratching his back and moaning his name. "More, please. I'm so close."

He nodded, bouncing her quicker and felt her tighten on him. He slowed to a stop as she came, whimpering and holding him closer, if that was possible.

He held her as she came down from her high, rubbing her back and kissing her shoulder.

"Are you feeling okay," He asked once her breathing calmed down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N nodded, before sitting up, forcing herself and All Might pulling away. "Did you come?"

"Uh, no," He shook his head. "Doesn't matter though. Let's go clean up."

"Oh c'mon," She shook her head, pulling him out as she sat up. "I want you to cum, All Might."

"It's okay, Y/N," All Might assured her, picking her up as he stood up. "You're tired, lets just get cleaned up and then lay down."

She hesitated but nodded. He found a bathroom eventually (seriously, why did she get a house so big), and cleaned her up in a shower. It was quick to becoming the normal, and All Might enjoyed that.

It was borderline more intimate than the sex, his hands on her body, her leaning on him, kissing him whenever he leaned down, and the way she moaned as he rubbed her back.

Okay, so it was sex without the dick.

At least it was their sex. He watched some porn and man, sex got uh, really fucking dirty. He was glad Y/N wasn't into whips and monster dildos.

How did they get so big? I mean, his dick was pretty big but those dildos? They were the size of his thighs, together.

...was Y/N into that? He probably couldn't do that, he'd freak out over her literally ripping in half.

This is the man who's ACTUALLY seen someone be ripped in half. That was a crazy year.

"What are you thinking about so deeply," Y/N asked, eyeing him over her shoulder.

"Uh," He hissed. "Just an uh, old mission."

"Okay..." Y/N gave him a weird look. "Lower your hands, please."

He lowered his hands to the middle of her back, massaging her sides and back at the same time. This is one of the few times having huge hands was helpful. He's broken so many mugs.

He also had to decline most handshakes from a young age after he broke multiple hands.

"You're thinking a lot," Y/N hummed, looking to him again.

"It's not important."

[honeyxbee]

TW: NSFW

Thinking about big, beefy boyfriends.

Large, brawny men who make other guys look tiny in comparison, easily towering over any man who dares to even think about trying to attract your attention. All he has to do is wrap one of his big muscular arms around you, pressing a sloppy kiss against your cheek to send the guy scampering away.

To say that he enjoys the size difference between you is an understatement ― the word obsessed is more fitting. He just loves how small you are compared to him, how his hand envelops yours when you hold hands, and how you drown in his clothes when you wear them. You're such a fragile little thing; he could break you without so much as breaking a sweat.

Oh, but he's always so gentle with you, careful to ensure you never witness the brunt of his true strength, keeping it hidden behind his easy smiles and gentle croons. He doesn't want to scare you away, after all, it would ruin everything. So he is patient with you, always trying his hardest to show restraint.

Even when all he wants to do is flip you over and fuck your brains out.

"There we go baby, just like that," he groans quietly from where he lies back on the mattress, his eyes fixated on your flushed face as you straddle his thighs, clumsily working his massive cock with your hands. He finds it cute how focused you are on trying to please him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration as you stroke his shaft with both of your hands.

One of his large palms is wrapped around your hip to keep you pressed against him, his other one busying itself. "Ya gotta relax, baby," he croons as his thumb rubs lazy circles into your clit, his large fingers beginning to prep your hole.

It doesn't take long for a small moan to escape your lips, making him chuckle and pull his hand away, your arousal glistening on his fingers. He presses several open-mouthed kisses on the column of your throat, a slight grin appearing on his lips when he realizes that his patience and restraint are about to be highly rewarded.

MHA — Endeavor, All Might

JJK — Toji, Kenjaku

HXH — Uvogin

[nkogneatho]

*screams* paaasi! Can we take a moment and talk about seggsy time big BIG beefy men?? >///< (like Toji ,or Taiju or any big chonky man)

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀

#mlist #selfship commissions #liawot

—a/n: OH YOU KNOW I LIKE MY MEN BEEFED UP SJSKSDJSDHJSSJSJ. OKAY HERE WE GO

—cw: gn!reader, really rough sex but they are softie for you, mating-press, full-nelson, giving head, gagging, throat fucking, cumming on face, dirty talking, nickname(cocksleeve)

— Toji, Sukuna, Reiner, Uzui, Barou, Bokuto, Taiju, Yami, Shunsui, All might.

Big Beefy Men who know they are so fucking big and take pride in it. They will act as if they don't have that big dick because they would like to hear you moaning and complaining how you are struggling to take it in.

Big Beefy Men who can anytime just pick you up and fuck you into oblivion, as there cock digs deep inside you, as the skin vigorously slaps when they slam you down.

Big Beefy Men who pick you up by the waist, place both your thighs on each of their shoulder, and eat you out in the air because you told them you're insecure about your weight.

Big Beefy Men who put all the heavy weight of their thighs on you when they fuck you in mating press, so you can really feel how bad they want to devour you. How deep they want to go

Big Beefy Men who have big boobs and let you lick it, maybe even suck it as you ride them. They were flustered at the first time but now just have the biggest smile when they see how much you enjoy it.

Big Beefy Men who love to see the sight ouf your pretty face, when your mouth tries to fit their big cock, but all you can take it was half so now your cute lips are set just past their head.

But

Big Beefy Men who also grab a fistful of your hair and guide you until it reaches your throat and has you gagging with tears brimming your cheeks. They still love you. However, you look so so sooo fucking cute with your tearful eyes and their fat meat in your mouth, with a drool stained face. Oh they love to cum all over that pretty face and make more mess.

Big Beefy Men who are literally sculpted and made for Full Nelson. They can easily take your weight, as you watch their big cock going in and out in you. It so lewd. So nasty. And it turns you on. So they goe ahead and embarrass you more with whispering "Oh this turns you on, doesn't it? Fuck! Look at you not even looking away for a sec. You like being my cocksleeve, don't you, baby? Baby, you're so fucking dirty."

At last,

Big Beefy Men who take care of you after a really rough night and threaten your boss to give you a three holiday so you can get plenty of rest while they cook you nice meals, shower you with kisses and cuddles, not letting you touch any chore

[seiwas]

suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.

it's tempting—how you hold his gaze when others normally avoid it. anyone else and their eyes dart away immediately, blurring him into the background. not with you though; with you, he exists in central focus.

there's a strand of your hair that's fallen out of place, and he reaches to tuck it behind your ear, quickly. it's a trick, a sleight of hand that conceals the tremble of his fingertips.

(your breath hitches when he grazes your cheek.)

the noise in the cafe is a symphony of indistinct chatter and soft alternative folk music, with ceramics clinking as the constant underlying beat. none of it is supposed to go together, but it carries the ambiance in its harmony.

he leans in closer when you speak.

you continue your story, off on a tangent already; his head tilts to the side, a finger to his temple as he nods along, lips curling at the edges fondly. this same look has made others nervous, flustered, but you seem unfazed; meeting him eye-to-eye overtly.

which isn't normal.

and if he's being truly honest with himself, none of this—what he's doing, thinking, how he's feeling—is normal.

suguru believes in secrets, that some things are better kept to himself.

but, it's one look into your eyes, at the way you regard him so unlike everybody else that has him wondering how you'd react if he tells you you look pretty instead of nice today—how you are pretty much a frequent visitor to his thoughts lately.

(you talk and talk and talk because you can never tell what he's thinking—mysterious smile matched with an unnerving stare is a combination too deadly.)

he doesn't do 'brunches'—it's either a late breakfast or an early lunch, pick one—yet he finds himself seated in a cafe at 10:27 a.m., having one with you.

the lock to his chest has been tampered with; if he dusts it off, he'll find your fingerprints, left behind unknowingly. you are innocent until proven guilty, but his lips, usually shut tight, are now slowly unzipping; it's you, the root of all this.

if he tells you he likes looking at you—might always want to—would you consider having another brunch with him? to stay longer in that suspended in-between of breakfast and lunch time?

(you blink, suguru still leaned in, listening.)

(if you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, will his breath hitch just the same?)

for @rinniessance; a lil birthday gift for you angie bby! (i might be a lil early posting this... oop!) i've never written sugu but wanted to try for you 🥹 ily you beautiful soul!! (not a birthday fic itself but i hope i gave a decent characterisation of him! 🥺)

thank you notes: @mysugu @soumies for helping me try to figure this man out 😭

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[fatkish]

Would you please write for some of the Pro Heroes in a situation where their s/o (reader) gets out of surgery and is so absolutely zooted that they don't recognize their partner, but flirt aggressively with them. Basically like that video of the guy who wakes up from surgery and starts hitting on his wife and then is thrilled to learn that they're actually married.

Pro Heroes x Reader Headcannons

Drugged Confessions

You had been in surgery and had finally gotten out of it. When you had woken up, you were still under the affects of the anesthesia and were a little loopy. You saw a handsome man/beautiful woman sitting in a chair next to your bed. You knew you couldn’t pass up the chance to ask them out so you tried your best to flirt with them. Here’s how each Pro Heroes interaction goes.

Aizawa:

Reader: hi handsome

Aizawa: hi (y/n)

Reader: *gasp* you know my name?

Aizawa: of course I do

Reader: did you sit on a pile of sugar, cause you’ve got a sweet ass

Aizawa: *chuckles* you’re cute, go back to sleep

Reader: only if you sleep with me

Aizawa: alright *climbs into the bed with you*

All Might:

Toshinori: darling, you’re awake

Reader: hello

Toshinori: hi

Reader: are you butt dialing, cause I swear that ass is calling me

Toshinori: *spits out blood* (y/n)!

Reader: what’s the chance I can get in your pants?

Toshinori: (y/n) please now is not the time for this

Present Mic:

Hizashi: good afternoon darling

Reader: hello handsome

Hizashi: why thank you beautiful

Reader: there’s something wrong with my bed, you’re not in it

Hizashi: well then let’s fix that *crawls in bed with you*

Best Jeanist:

Best Jeanist: you’re awake, how are you feeling?

Reader: I’m good

Best Jeanist: that’s good to hear

Reader: nice shirt, can I talk you out of it?

Best Jeanist: when we get home maybe, but not right now

Reader: then take me home

Hawks:

Reader: are you an angel?

Hawks: no

Reader: I think you might be my angel

Hawks: aww you’re still loopy, I’m so gonna record this *takes out phone and starts recording you*

Reader: do you have any streaming services? Cause I wanna Netflix and chill, Hulu and do you, IMAX and climax, Amazon Prime and nasty time

Hawks: *laughing* oh? Tell me more.

Reader: I’m not a baker, but I’ll stay up late with you to make a cream pie

Hawks: well beautiful, your face is a work of art, we should frame it with my legs

Reader: *blushes* yes

Midnight:

Nemuri: I see you’re awake

Reader: I am now gorgeous

Nemuri: we’ll aren’t you sweet

Reader: I’d like to use your thighs as earmuffs

Nemuri: once you’re better you can

Ryukyu:

Reader: who are you, pretty lady?

Ryukyu: did you forget who I am?

Reader: no… I know that four plus four equals eight, but you plus me equals fate.

Ryukyu: That’s cute sweetie

Reader: nooo… you’re cute

Ryukyu: well I’m already taken, sorry

Reader: noooooo… by who

Ryukyu: by you

[animestsstuff2]

Bakugou has a major crush on you headcanons!

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Bakugou having a crush was unknown to him. He chalked his angsty feelings and countless thoughts about you down to the fact you were just so fucking annoying, like that damn nerd.

Bakugou, who found himself answering more in the classes you were in, going the extra mile in training when he noticed you watching. He purposely ensured to pull his shirt off just before the changing room doors in hopes you’d notice

Bakugou, who picked on you more than the other extra. he didn’t know how else to speak to you and the only way he did was to tease you on your shortcomings, enjoying the way your feisty personality countered his.

Bakugou, who made sure all the other boys stayed away from you. Mineta talking about you in a perverse way? He made sure to blast him extra hard in training. Kaminari staring at you too long? He made sure that sucker fried himself everytime he was near you. Dunce face never having the chance to impress you.

Bakugou, who you noticed staring at you during the first week of U.A. Bakugou, who you noticed always took the seat beside you at lunch and arguing with Mina whenever she got there first

Bakugou, who found out your favourite food and brought it in for his lunch one day, letting you try it, not to be nice but to show how good his cooking was duh! Bakugou who enjoyed your attention as you complimented and begged he make you some.

Bakugou, who on valentines got up extra early in the dorms having secretly bought you a gift and made you your favourite dessert. Bakugou, who crept round and left it at your door a small note attached.

Bakugou, who stayed close to you that day wanting to hear if you liked the gift from your ‘secret admirer’ and he did, except his cheeks flushed when you told Mina and Uraraka you knew it was from him.

Bakugou, who began getting teased instead once word got out about his gift. His brows narrowed at his group, especially Dunce face and Sero who couldn’t stop laughing at the idea of Bakugou being soft.

Bakugou, who was surprised when you cornered him after school the very same day, shoving a card and a box of chocolates into his palm and shouting at him “you dick! Why’d you have to go all out, makin’ me look bad”

Bakugou, who rarely let you hold his hand. He didn’t want to gross you out with his overly sweaty palms. Bakugou, who let you hold pinkies. You enjoyed the small contact. He couldn’t be seen in public showing anymore, he’d never hear the end of it.

Bakugou, in private though couldn’t touch you enough, whether it was a hand on your thigh, arm around your waist or just sitting extra close. He liked the physical touch and so did you. His overly warm body comforting you.