#fic: mha

[thezeninclan]

kissing tomura shigaraki | part of my kisses series

there was something in his kiss that had you immediately doubting he had ever kissed, or been kissed, before. he was hesitant, as though silently asking permission from you. as though he hadn’t been the one to suddenly surge up and press his lips to yours in a lightning fast motion that had you relieved to never have faced him in battle. the touch was firm and unyielding— but for as strong as it was, it was just as unsure, mimicked by the way his hands lay at his sides, balled into fists, as though he wasn’t quite sure if he had permission to lay them upon your hips, your back, your shoulders— any part of you really, for he was leaning forward as though afraid to touch you with anything other than lips.

you made a soft utterance against his lips, and he must have mistaken it for disagreement, for tomura was halfway across the room before you could even speak, blink, breathe.

“wait!” you called out, rushing after him. you caught his strong hand in yours, careful to grip just the first four fingers you could reach, and pulled him back with all your might. even after his surgery, his emergence as leader of the paranormal liberation front, as the king of villains, he still let himself be pliable, both of you knowing that he could resist if he truly desired. tomura let you pull him back to you, let you law your hands upon his broad shoulders and tilt your head toward his. your eyes zeroed in upon his bottom lip, watching in delectation as his tongue drew across it.

“will you kiss me again?” you beckoned, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with the way your eyelashes brushed against the apples of your cheeks as you looked up at him, with the way your body pressed against his in perfect symmetry, the way your eyes contained worlds and moons and galaxies as they searches his.

“okay.” he grunted, letting you guide one of his hands to your hip and freezing, urging him to take the rest of the journey on his own volition. he crossed the space between you in a fraction of a second, pulling you flush against him, so you could feel the warmth that blossomed through his flesh at the simple touch. tomura did as he was told and kissed you again, the trepidation of his first touch evaporating in the space of a single breath.

“again.” you said when he pulled away, and his lips were on yours again, a frisson of warmth driven through you. you could feel the softness of his breath against your chin, the flutter of his heartbeat against your palm as you laid a hand upon his chest.

you whispered, “again.” before before he had even pulled away. for when his lips touched yours they contained nothing of fear, of hesitancy, instead they breathed in all the words he was wrought to say, all the words he longed and ached and pained to say to you. but you knew them already— you could feel them.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

to briefly revisit my decade old Labyrinth hyperfixation, I think it would be neat if Sarah grows up, has a teenage daughter who finds her book and while in a pissy mood wishes goblins would take her mother away

just imagining Sarah freaking the fuck out, taking the extremely limited amount of time she knows she has left to load up her confused daughter with all of the iron jewellery she never usually takes off, peppering her with instructions not to eat ANY of the food and vague warnings about illusions in the walls

and then suddenly before she knows it her mother is just gone, and she's being told by a strange glittery man that she must begin her own journey through the Labyrinth to find her mother

the funniest part however would be Jareth finishing his spiel to the daughter and returning to his castle to properly greet his new hostage with no fucking clue who he just snatched, and finds to his surprise and horror a Too Old For This Shit Sarah absolutely rampaging through the halls threatening to tear down his entire world all over again if he doesn't take her back to her daughter right the fuck now

I can't decide which is funnier, the tale ending with Jareth lobbing Sarah at her daughter before she even gets one foot into the Labyrinth and fucks them off home immediately, or the daughter completing her shockingly easy journey through the Labyrinth only to find her mother sitting in the king's throne with a dazed Jareth under her heel and terrified goblins waiting on her hand and foot

[lilacgaby]

sigh ...prohero!bakugo going on an interview with your baby girl.

he'd be so uncharacteristically, to the media at least, gentle with her. he'd be answering questions, and sometimes letting her gurgle and babble on and on, saying "that's right" and encouraging her as if she was actually answering.

the nicknames he'd have for her would slip out as she played with the toys in the highseat he had them bring out for her. saying things like "be careful sweets" or acting surprised with her as she made a little rocket fly around.

you'd be standing off to the side, both of you looking proudly at her, and laughing when she mimicked katsuki's quirk with a 'boom' sound effect coming from her mouth.

he'd have a soft look on his face as she eventually wobbled over back to you, but since the show must go on you walked over and sat with her on your lap right next to katsuki.

you completed the interview together, getting meaningful opinions from your daughter as you answered the questions together, all of you looking between each other for guidance at each one.

looking like the perfect family and being the 'it' family :((

(standalone but also linked to this i feel)

[kacchans-waifu]

mornings with katsuki are pretty mundane, to say the least.

he’s a morning person. you were not. the both of you knew that from the day you started dating.

as a morning person, he always has an early morning alarm on the days he has work. rarely is it any time close to when he has to clock in. he’ll try to turn his alarm off as quickly as possible as to not wake you, and it almost never works. as he shifts in bed, you stir awake.

“sorry,” he mumbles as he carefully raises himself out of bed.

you stay in bed while he starts getting ready for his morning workout. the streets are pretty empty around this time, so he’ll just take a run around the neighborhood. he takes a shower when he comes back and starts on breakfast.

it’s at this point you start to get out of bed, lured into the kitchen by the sound of food sizzling. you come to find katsuki standing in front of the stove, topless.

“good morning,” you greet, half asleep.

“morning. you hungry?”

“yeah…” from behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his back. “you should always walk around like this.”

katsuki chuckles. “you think so?” you hum in response. he finds you so cute when you’re barely awake. well, he always finds you cute. “go sit down, I’m almost done.”

you obey and in a matter of minutes are presented a fabulous plate of food. you thank him and he places a kiss on your temple as a silent “your welcome.” he then ruffles you hair and tells you to “wake your ass up.”

mornings with katsuki are pretty mundane, but never are they not sweet.

[katsukistofu]

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x teacher! fem reader. fluff. ⭑ he keeps staring. the kids notice.

In your five years of teaching, you never thought you’d see Dynamight sitting cross-legged on the daisy shaped carpet in the center of your classroom, while your kids swarm around him to paint his face.

Warmth spreads across your chest as you take it all in. It’s quite the sight, to see the big, buff, seasoned twenty five year old pro hero letting all these tiny toddlers take turns taking clumsy swipes at his face with the colorful paints you bought for them the week before for art class.

What you don’t notice is the way his eyes trail to you wherever you are in the classroom. When you move to open the windows to let the fresh air in, to wipe the chalkboard, even when you’re organizing the mess of crayons on your desk into their rightful bins.

“Why do you keep staring at our teacher?” One of them, a little boy wearing his t-shirt backwards, curiously pipes up. Everyone else nods in agreement, they’ve been wondering the exact same thing.

“You gonna tell her what I said when I leave later?” Katsuki raises a brow. A chorus of playful noooo’s follow him.

“We’re gonna tell her while you’re still here!”

These little brats. He’s barely known these kids for two hours and already he knows that they love you like a second mother, and wouldn’t be letting him go so easily. There’s fondness in his eyes as Katsuki chuckles and leans in, and the kids eagerly lean in to hear what he has to say.

“I’m starin’ cause she’s pretty.”

Gasps and nods of agreement spread across the carpet just as you clap your hands together, your sweet voice ringing through the classroom, to which everyone, including Katsuki with his paint bedazzled face, turns to give you their fullest attention.

“Alright my angels, let’s give Mr. Dynamight some space now okay?”

Curious little eyes glance back and forth between you and Dynamight with, when someone loudly pipes up, “Ms. L/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

“Mr. Dynamight thinks you’re pretty!”

“He stares at you like the way my brother stares at ice cream!”

“Hey I was going to say that!”

Bickering ensues across the carpet and you simply gape at them as a hint of a smirk appears on Katsuki’s face.

Should we tell them after class? He mouths in your direction.

No, you mouth back, covering a giggle behind your hand at the continued chaos of your kids behind your boyfriend.

A little homework never hurt anyone.

[ddostoyevskyy]

I always imagined Bakugo as a lover who had a big cuteness aggression, and he shows it by biting you in random parts of your body that’s convenient for him to bite at.

You’re wearing that off-shoulder top with your hair up (or you’ve got shorter length of hair where it exposes your neck)? He’s biting that skin off. You’re eating with your mouth full and your cheeks were puffed out? He’s biting that cheek off and pinches the other side. You’re wearing a sleeveless shirt? He’s got his teeth gently scraping on the skin of your upper arm. Your hips and waist were also a victim of his ministrations. He always just had to mark you up.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... I could feel this through my bones. He does bark and also bite.

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[iisasxia]

“Bakugou Katsuki !”

You can’t help but giggle when you hear heavy footsteps making their way to your bed.

“Fuck what is it ?!”

His hair is a mess, his sweatpants were untied and fell a little loose showing off his Calvin Klein boxers (that he models for), and his shirt was also lifted a little with slight wrinkles, but nothing beat the expression on his face.

“You’re so cute.”

His body relaxes once he realizes you were just teasing him, he walks over to you before pressing his entire body weight against you.

“Kats’ !!” You can’t help but laugh as you try pushing him off. “You know you’re heavy !”

He ignores you, yawning into the bed so you decided to tug on his hair earning a soft groan from him.

He looks up at you in silence.

“You don’t like it hm?”

You watch him with curious eyes as he presses his face into your thighs causing you to flinch at the sudden contact of his teeth.

—

“Yeah but you do.”

[octxii]

really enjoyed this scene from fraycheck by surveycorpsjean on ao3

[itgetzweird08]

Part one

“..go out with me”

Your breathing hitched, indicating that you hadn’t been asleep all this time. You turned to face him then, flipping on your side in his bed to get a better look at his face. Even in the dark you could see the strong outline of his jaw and his messy blonde hair. He stared up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head, and shrugged. “I mean, why not? We’re practically dating anyways” he followed up, vermillion eyes glancing down at you. “Any reason you’re asking me this now?” You whispered, moving slowly as you shifted closer to place your head on his chest.

This time, his breath stuttered.

Moving slowly, as if you were a flighty deer ready to run at any moment, he moved his hand from behind his head to on top of yours. His fingers gently played in your hair. He breathed a shaky breath, completely stripped of his usual hard shell. He was completely vulnerable to you in this moment. “When I was lying there on the battlefield..all I could think about was your stupid face.” He grimaced, stiffening a bit at the memory. You placed a hand on his chest, tracing circles with your thumb. He exhaled with a shaky breath. “I was bleeding out, all these fucking holes in me, and one of the only things I could think of was how angry I was at myself for not being able to man up and ask you out properly. I waited too long and everything’s a mess now. The city is a fucking wreck, we’re on lockdown..and I had a whole plan too. I was gonna take you to that noodle shop you like with the stupid name. And now I can’t, because it’s too late and now I might fucking die before I ever got the chance-“

You pressed a soft kiss to the new scar that peaked out from his black tank top, causing his words to get stuck in his throat.

“Take a breath..” you told him softly. He obeyed, breathing in air and blowing out his tension.

“It’s okay, B. You’re okay. I was mad too. I was so mad at myself for not being able to protect you when you got hurt, not being able to move a little bit faster and push you out of the way. I was mad that you might die before I got the chance to tell you how much I like you..” he smirked at your words, smug covering up his giddiness. “You like me?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and moving to shift away from him out of feigned annoyance. But he wrapped an arm around you waist and pulled you closer.

“I like you too nerd…a fuckton”

You couldn’t help but smile, sinking deeper into his hold as you breathed him in. And for a moment, you felt untouchable in here. Despite the looming threat of war, the scorching flames of the world outside, you were safe in his arms. You wished you could stay like this forever. A yawn left you as your eyes began to droop, and time seemed to come to a slow stop.

It was silent for a moment, as you both began to drift off before a question came into your mind. Despite your drowsy state, you couldn’t help but smile as you asked

“…so if you like me, does that mean you’ll admit that Oodles of Noodles is a fantastic name for a noodle shop-“

“Go to sleep, shithead.”

——————

Ps: im starting to do requests! So if you have an idea for me, go ahead and put it in my asks <3

[thezeninclan]

lush | aizawa x reader insert — inspired by this art —

you stand at the kitchen counter, headphones over your ears to blocked out the sound of the news shouta is watching on the television as you listen to your music. your hand work at chopping an onion, peeling a carrot, working to prepare dinner for the two of you.

it's been a long day. you had just returned from an afternoon of hero work and your husband from a day of teaching, his new class running him ragged as he work at understanding their quirks and how to best teach them. you could already hear the fondness in his voice as he spoke about them, even the one he had named 'problem child' in public and 'little gremlin' in private. you startle as you feel him shift behind you, quiet as a cat and just as much of a surprise as his body molds around your form. your ass fits easily into the cradle of his hips, his firm chest pressed to your back as he reaches around you, strong arms bracketing your ears as he swings open the cabinet to pull a mug from its depths.

you press a hand to your chest. "you startled me!" you admonished teasingly, sliding your headphones to hang down around your neck.

"sorry." he mutters, his deep voice so close to your ear that it sends shivers down your spine. his lips run across the column of your neck, dark hair tickling your skin as he moved down to your shoulder, pulling down the strap of your tank top with a callused finger and kissing the freckled skin beneath it. "didn't mean to scare you."

you can feel the rough fabric of his pants against your bare thighs, the shorts you wore riding up when you had bent over to look for the cutting board in the lower cabinet. his arm wound around your waist, pulling you back against him, his big palm pressed against your belly, his skin so hot you could feel it through the fabric of your shirt. he nuzzled at you, his lips running across the place behind your ear that always managed to set you off.

shouta pulled you back gently, bracketing your legs between his, the cold steel of his prosthetic a cool relief against the rest of his heated skin. you rocked back against him, feeling his cock already beginning to stir to life behind you, pressed against your ass in a way that had you biting at your bottom lip. he exhaled harshly against the back of your neck, making your hairs stand on end as his other arm went around you. his tongue brushed across the shell of your ear, making your ankles go a bit weak as his hand cupped your jaw, turning your face towards his.

you dropped the knife, his good eye stared down at you, deep and dark, deeper still as you surged up to meet his lips, pulling him down for a kiss. of everything he did to set you off, kissing was the easiest way to do it. there was something about his mouth (and what he did with it) that just made you wild. as if reading your mind, his tongue ran over your bottom lip, sliding easily into your mouth as you parted your lips for him, feeling his hips stutter against yours.

"fuck." he breathed out, his large palm cupping the column of your throat and squeezing lightly, just a hint of a choke that made your breath catch not because of his grip but because of the thrill that followed. "how do you drive me so fuckin' crazy?" he asked, and to accentuate the point he pushed his hips up against your ass, feeling the his cock pressed between your cheeks as though it was meant to be there.

you smiled against the kiss, feeling his fingers working at the laces of your pajama pants, sliding them down your legs until they pooled at your bare feet.

he looked down at your naked legs, whistling softly to make a point. "super mario?" he questioned when he saw your underwear.

you hadn't exactly anticipated the need to wear anything other than silly old panties when you first set out to make a batch of curry for dinner. you flushed, trying to cover yourself with your hands, but he wouldn't let you, his hand smoothing over the curve of your belly, fingers gently broaching the elastic waist of your underwear and brushing gently against the apex of your vagina.

before you could say anything else his mouth was back on yours, soothing away your worries in silence, until all your anxieties fell away— like your panties soon did. the hands you wanted on you so badly hooked under your thighs, setting your bare ass down on the countertop so he could better kiss you. shouta nudged open your legs, thumbs hooking under your thighs so he could take a moment to admire the place between your legs he liked so much. you blushed as you felt a gush of wetness fall between the lips of your cunt, his eyes tracking its movements as it fell down between the crevice of your ass.

"s-stop." you moaned weakly, embarrassed by the way he was staring at you. your face felt hot against the hands you pressed over them, but he pulled them down easily, looking at you through a curtain of dark hair.

"don't you know how beautiful you are?" he asked, pausing in his ministrations to card his fingers through your hair, tucking it back behind your ears so that he could press a soft kiss to your cheek.

shouta ventured back down, callused fingers driving you crazy as they circled at your clit with just enough force to make your breath catch.

a thick finger circled at your entrance, flicking up to look at you for permission before a breathless nod had him pressing them into you, arching against your core in the way he knew you liked to start with. he bent forward to mouth at your center, the lips he laid over your clit forcing tears to prickle at the corners of your eyes as your chest heaved.

his tongue worked at your slit, lips puckered and held tight enough to make the hands you dug into his hair pull mercilessly. in a moment of surprise his hands wrapped around the meat of your hips and jerked you towards the edge of the counter. his other hand slid under your back, tilting your hips up to his face for a better angle. a shiver wracked through you at the way he stared down at you over the curve of your belly, his hands wrapping around the fat of your thighs and jerking you towards the ends of the counter.

shouta kneeled down in front of you at the counter's edge, and you reached for one of the hand towels you kept in the kitchen for drying your hands, shakily folding it into a little pillow and patting his head with it teasingly.

"f-for your leg." you said, when he looked at you quizzically. he smiled against you, taking the towel from your hand and laying it beneath his knee so he didn't have to lean on the hard tile.

"I love you." he announced out of the blue, thick fingers sliding over your wet core. "fuck, I love you."

as you opened your mouth to speak a second finger slid into you, leaving you only able to stutter out a moan in response.

"I love you-" you sighed as you got your breath back, voice lilting at the way he sucked at you, his two fingers seeming capable of doing the work of twenty. "so, so much. I l-love you-" you could feel him smile against your thighs, kissing at the divot of your hip bone.

"ahh-" you keened, feeling his finger brush against the spot inside you that had your back arching off the table, chest heaving as you breathed deep. "please, I wanna-"

"I'll get you there, baby." he gritted. you could feel his hot breath on your wet core, the breath gusting over you making you shiver. fuck, he always knew how to drive you crazy. "don't be a brat."

in the back of your mind you could hear the sound of a zipper, looking down to find he had unzipped his jeans and was working a hand up and down his thick cock, and it made you moan. your eyes widened at the sight of his hand, still wet with your slick, working at his cock. you cursed under your breath at the sight, suddenly wanting nothing more than to take it into your mouth and show him how much he was turning you on.

you moan unabashedly, knowing there was no one around to hear your ungodly keening except for the man that was utterly spurred on by it, the hand at his cock only going faster as you did. another finger met the first two, scissoring into you, his tongue lapping at your clit in a way that has you bewailing on the counter. a hand paws at your tits, and it takes a second before you realize it's your own, fingers twisting and pulling at your nipples, the other tearing at aizawa's already messy hair.

"fuck, you're hurting me-" he growled, but you knew he was lying. he liked when you pulled his hair, whether his head was between your legs or his cock was. sometimes you were worried it was too hard, but the way he tossed his head back and moaned in pleasure when you did proved otherwise.

"shit." someone cursed, and you weren't sure if it was him or you this time.

he tongued at you, fingers moving against you in perfect harmony. his breath was hot, his touch was hot, his tongue was hot— everything was so fucking hot, and before you knew what had come over you your back was arching off the counter, the fingers that grasped at your nipples squeezing tight enough to bruise as the string in your belly pulled taut and snapped, the orgasm ripping through you making you see stars form and burst in the black behind your eyes.

you shouted his name, fingers digging into his scalp as you blindly sought out his lips. aizawa rose to his feet, looking dark and brooding and utterly delicious, all wild hair and wilder eyes, and before you could even sit yourself up fully and gather your strength back, you were swung into his arms.

"bedroom." he commanded, voice gritty and rough as he carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. "unless you want me to fuck you right here on these stairs."

you giggled, brushing back his dark hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I want you so bad I don't think I can wait either."

also posted on ao3

if anyone knows the artist please let me know so I can properly credit them!

[teaposee]

This will be fun ^^

1 / 2 / 3

[catsoupki]

i think. I THINK. because bakugou is so bad at verbalising all that he feels for you, he goes above and beyond plus-ultra and everything in his actions. he knows he loves you, he thinks about it every time he sees you but he just can’t say it. so what does he do? he covers the table corners when you’re picking something up from the floor. he does your dishes for you even when you didn’t ask. he greets you at the door when you come home and he takes the time to set your bag down onto the cabinet and he bends down to take your shoes off. he prepares your lunch boxes to take to work everyday without fail. when it’s a sunday and you two are sleeping in, he’ll use his head to block the sun from shining onto your eyes so you won’t wake up. so he can cuddle you longer. his actions are always over the top because it’s the result from having all of these iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou bouncing inside his head with no way of escaping and this is the only way they can get out to the world and into you.

[lilacgaby]

omg one of those being obsessed with his wife for 10 minutes videos but it's prohero!bakugo

the interview starts and he looks bored as hell. his pr manager sent him on this because he fell down in the ranks again because of his gruff image but he can't help it! why get in someone's way if you aren't prepared to get cussed out??

that is, until they bring up his love life. more specifically, you.

his scrunched up face of annoyance vanished immediately, replaced instead by a soft smile and longing gaze.

he talks about you for the bulk of the interview from that point on, even in questions that don't revolve around you in the slightest.

"your fans want to know, what's your favorite food?"

"well, i really like spicy food. ah, you know [name] brought me to this good spot for our first date as first-years, 'been goin' there ever since."

"favorite color changed?"

"nah, but [name] does look really good in red.."

when that interview blows up, interviewers and his team see a goldmine, suddenly you're involved in every question you can be, the fans love seeing his reaction to being told things about you, talking about you, and just anything revolving around you. not like he minds, you're usually on his mind 24/7 anyways.

and when you end up pregnant forget it, now the fans are asking to see you, asking for an interview with the person responsible for boosting prohero!katsuki up the rankings so consistently.

the first interview with you two together trends for weeks, his longing gaze on you as you talk, his fond smile as you express your opinions, the way he looks content when he makes you laugh.

ughh prohero!bakugo who's obsessed with his wife </3

(follow-up)

[angel-sweets666]

Sleepy

shota aizawa x afab/fem reader

aizawas always sleepy, what else is he always feeling? Horny

warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight breeding kink, slight praise kink. Sleepy sex, oral f and m receiving,grinding, hand job, fingering Mdni PLEASE. IM TRYNA PROTECT UR INNOCENCE.

a/n I FUCKING SCORED WITH THAT AIZAWA PIC. Tysm Pinterest 😍😍

Aizawa grumbled as he rolled over, the light from the sun spilling into the room past the curtains. He draped an arm across your waist, using his thumb to rub your tummy. Aizawa buried his head into the back of your shoulder, leaving gentle and warm kisses. “Wake up…” he whispered softly as he tried to wake you up “please darlin’” he pat your belly to wake you up. You whines and rolled over to face him “wha?” You tried to rub the sleep from your eye, aizawa grabbed the back of your head softly and pressed your face into his broad chest while his free hand rubbed your back “mornin darlin’” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his stubble rubbing against your skin “morning…” you mumbled back, a slight giggle came out of you.

aizawa rolled over and brought you with him, making you lay on his belly and chest. He looked down at you sleepily and smiled “your so pretty like this..” he said as he cupped your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm “so pretty..” he admired you. Aizawa found you to be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. A familiar warmth began to form in his belly, you could feel the hardness under you; your face turning pink.

“noticed did ya?” He mumbled against your skin, tickling you with his breath “yeah…” you replied, your face becoming pinker and pinker. “Do me a favour would you darlin’?” He grabbed you by your underarms with his large hands and sat you up. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow to ask for consent. You nodded and smiled, giving him the green light to continue.

Aizawa firmly grabbed your hips, pressing his hips against yours. You whimpered at the contact of his hardness so close to your warmth. His hands began to move your hips against his, a grunt escaping his throat. You moaned softly, feeling his dick pressing up against you. “G-good girl.. good girl.” He let out, his grip on your hips becoming tighter and tighter. You squeaked as he rutted against you “mmph.. hold on..” he pulled you away from his hips, taking the time to pull his boxers off. “Be a good girl and suck me off will you?” He asks, freeing his dick from the cloth. You nodded and climbed to a more comfortable spot right between his legs. Aizawa sat up so he could watch you. You licked the base to the tip, a groan coming from aizawa. You kept licking the side of it, before taking the whole tip of it into your mouth. He groans loudly and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down on his dick. “Mmph..” he let go once you found a pace that wouldn’t make you choke on it.

you slowly pulled his length out of your mouth, using your spit as lubricant you slowly began to stroke his dick. Aizawa groaned and leaned onto your shoulder “so good… such a good girl..” he lightly pulled on the ends of your hair, leaning in to kiss your cheek. As you pumped his dick his breath became hitched, deep grunts turned more into desperate whines. Eventually cum spilled from the pink tip of his dick, he panted slightly and reached to scruff your hair “your turn now hm?”

you found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside your core, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Aizawa pulled his tongue out of you to lick your clit, drawing a whine from your throat. “You always taste so good..” he mumbled, sticking two fingers into his mouth before sliding them inside of you. You moaned and arched your back “please please-“ you whined,Squeezing your eyes shut. “Shhh it’s okay, your doing so good for me darlin’” he pumped his fingers inside of you, curling them in certain places. Aizawa leaned back down to lick your clit, gazing up at you to watch your reaction. You clamped your thighs down on his head “I’m close.. I’m close..” your breaths became ragged as aizawa pulled his fingers out of you, replacing it with his now much harder dick.

both of you let out a pleasured moan before he impatiently began to thrust inside you “g-gonna.. put… a baby in my good girl…” he leaned down to kiss your neck, you moaned and gripped his back, leaving scratch marks on his already scarred back from fighting as a hero. His pace became quicker and harder “cmon cum with me…” he mumbled, his dick stretching you out. His thrusts became sloppy after a minute, signing that he was close. He bottomed out balls deep into you and then filled you up with cum.

both of you panted, you looked up at him “round two?” You smiled “I have work darlin’ sorry” he pulled out and kissed your cheek, helping you put some clothes back on after cleaning the two of you up.

[bicheetopuff]

I guess it’s this kids birthday so I’m gonna remind you what character development can do to a mf

He deserves to be happy

[skiiyoomin]

Could I please request a smutty MHA SMAU where the boys get drunk and message reader filthy messages, pretty pleeeease 🤍

ღThey get drunk and send filthy messages

ʚContent: SMUT CONTENT, gn! reader, swearing, talks of penetration, talks of oral

ʚCharacters included: Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Denki

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a/n it got real dirty real quick 😈