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nightfall-kachiniko · 4 months

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I need to smell keigos cologne while he holds me, rubbing my back as my head is burried in the crook of his neck. His soft shushes calming me, as he tells me “it’s okay honey, I’m right here dove.” I just want to feel his warmth. I want his comfort.

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lexinympho · 2 years

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You don't go a day without thinking of how cute Keigo looks whenever his wings go out of control because of you. Sure, his subconscious acts of singing or whistling a jubilant tune are adorable in their own right, but there's something about that physical reaction he sometimes has trouble keeping in check that takes the cake.

The mere sound of your voice has Keigo's body immediately coming to attention, and you always wrestle with yourself to not laugh at his unavailing attempts at taming the crimson appendages. The slight flaps of excitement taking place behind an expression of a similar warmth works its magic and has your heart doing cartwheels on demand, even when said excitement is dampened by a less-than-stellar day of hero work.

Personally though, you'd say the most endearing form of this comes on the days when those less-than-stellar days leave Keigo with a pair of worn wings from a rigorous battle. Those flaps you fell in love with are more evident with the lack of feathers fluffing up at the same time, the size reduction not only bringing more attention to the movements, but in some way increasing the cuteness. The ephemeral period of his wings in that state makes the sight all the more appreciable since his wings rarely ever take more than a week to grow back.

When simply watching them isn't enough, you habitually bring your hands up from the bend of his wings and down to his primaries, becoming captivated by his nonverbal way of showing love. That's not to say he's never good at showing his love for you, it's just a special experience for you seeing it display itself in such a pure way.

He fondly tends to blame you for the instinctive occurence, citing how he used to be so good at maintaining it in public until you showed up (he doesn't convey much frustration though, if at all). And he's conscious of how much you love it, so he can't entirely blame you when he sometimes doesn't bother trying to smother the twitches the instant he feels them tickling at his backside.

It's disenthralling how you don't just admire his wings. You stare at them as though you're wordlessly eulogizing how they hold every bit of whatever you've been missing in life, you touch them with a weirdly firm gentleness that greatly instills their importance to you. They aren't just disparaged wings to you, they aren't just a quirk with promise, they're a part of him, they are him.

And seeing the way you treasure him, that part of him, makes whatever detestment his past made him develop towards his wings fizzle out and blossom into a soft type of cherishment he didn't think he'd ever feel.

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hopelesshawks · 1 month

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18+ drabble, no minors allowed

Hawks’ whole thing may be about speed but that rarely extends to the bedroom

As corny as it may sound (and he’ll be the first to acknowledge with a shrug and a faint blush on his cheeks that it is in fact corny), he doesn’t fuck you he makes love to you. Slow, deep strokes as he presses his forehead to yours, trying to drink in every bit of you and enjoy the sheer intimacy of the moment. He wants to take his time taking you apart and putting you back together again. He memorizes every little thing that makes you gasp and moan and wrings every sound out of you he possibly can.

There was a time once where you had requested a quickie. He’d been so busy with work that the two of you had barely seen each other and you’d both been desperate. Hawks had been hesitant but agreed, confirming again he was fine with it when you offered him an out upon noticing the hesitation. You both had clutched to each other so tightly as he pounded into you rough and quick, almost animalistic in his desperation to feel you. But while you both managed to finish, you couldn’t help but notice part of him seemed a little sad, a little unsatisfied when it was all said and done. You never asked for him to make it quick again.

It’s the intimacy, you realized, that he needs. Sure he’s still an allosexual man, still gets those desperate, horny urges, but for him sex isn’t about the urges. It’s not about scratching an itch. It’s about the trust. It’s about opening himself up to you and laying himself bare in a way he’s never been allowed to before. It’s about sinking so deeply into you that he can hardly tell where you end and he begins.

So yes, Hawks’ thing has always been speed. But Keigo? Keigo likes to take things slow.

#goooood it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything #sorry yall I moved to a foreign country and started grad school so I’ve been kinda busy 🥴#but hopefully yall enjoy this #I’m kinda sick and have been sleeping most of the day so no idea if this is good or coherent #hawks drabbles #Keigo takami drabbles #hopeless.drabbles

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tiredpaladins · 2 years

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I don't have a clue what made me think of this but imagine Dabi & the League finding proof Hawks is a spy and capture him. Of course, his quirk is so useful that Ujiko wants him so they agree to hand him over. Dabi... is mad at Hawks. Feels betrayed by him and like an idiot for trusting him. But he doesn't hate Hawks like he wants to hate him. So after avoiding it and lying to himself for weeks, he finally goes to talk to Hawks again. To hear Hawks out, because Dabi just can't believe it's all fake. Except when he does go, Hawks isn't really reacting to him at all, just looking at him curiously. When Dabi asks Ujiko what he did, the doctor tells him "People like him are too much of a risk here. I find they're much easier to deal with if you just take away their memory."

So Dabi finds out that not only did he, for all intents and purposes, kill Hawks- but also realizes he's the reason there's this "new" Hawks who has never known the sun and sky. All he knows is a cold lab and a doctor that experiments on him, and that's just what life is to him.

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irisintheafterglow · 10 months

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It’d been three hours since you’d climbed into bed, but sleep wasn’t coming easy to you tonight. You’d stared at the ceiling and flipped the side you were sleeping on several dozen times, but nothing seemed to work. You pulled a wild card and dialed his number in a last-ditch effort to sleep.

He picked up after two rings.

“Give me five minutes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“How? You’re fifteen minutes away at least.”

“I left ten minutes ago, duh. Felt like something was off.”

“I adore you.”

“Yeah, I know you do. See you soon, love.”

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3-dsimp · 2 months

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Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖

A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.

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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.

"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"

The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.

"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."

A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.

"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"

He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.

"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"

He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.

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mamayan · 10 months

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⚠️ MNDI 18+⚠️

Imagine getting railed so hard from behind you just can’t take it anymore. Your poor hole abused to the point of pain and pleasure morphing into something you can’t name. You’ve got the sheets in a death grip as you hear laughter behind you.

He’s finding humor in your pathetic attempts to hold on. He knows he’s being too rough, knows it’s all too much for you. He’s fucking you harder anyway. He just wants to hear you beg for him.

“Please! Be gentle!” You will beg eventually, and it’ll make him coo and pet your sweaty skin as he wraps his hand around your neck to pull you up and back against him.

“Poor thing, can’t take anymore?” He’ll ask you in such a condescending tone, chuckling when he sinks impossibly deeper inside you in this position and you whine. You’ll struggle to reply, trying to nod and speak but he’s got your throat locked against him and you’re only getting just enough air to breathe. He’ll act like your silence is denial. “Oh? You like this then?” You won’t be able to confirm or deny it as he grinds inside you and has you reeling towards an orgasm.

He’ll shove you face first back into the mattress as he begins fucking you like a rag doll again right through it.

You’ll try to crawl away, get a little rest for your abused hole, but this will piss him off. You’ll move away and his cock will slip out. He’ll press his palm in between your shoulder blades and pin you down as he snarls in your ear, sliding back inside you and making your head spin. “Did I fucking say I was done with you baby? What’s the matter? I’m only getting started. You’re not going anywhere.”

He’s fucking you stupid now.

It’s your fault too really, thinking you could get away before he was done using you. You’ve got a safe word for a reason after all. It’s too bad you can’t remember it with how his cock stretches you out and has you falling apart on it again.

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keikiri-kitten · 7 months

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Here’s something for the chickies that are about to sleep or even about to wake up:

Due to Keigo’s wings, he’s a certified little spoon. However, he only cuddles you with his face deep in your chest and his wings spread over the bed. Only so you can feel like you’re being cuddled too. He loves sleeping this way. It’s a little heavy for you but when you hear his snores and you feel his hands grip onto your clothes and curves, it feels better. He always makes sure before he goes to sleep or right after he wakes up that he pampers your chest with kisses. He’ll dress your collarbone, breasts and sternum with his lips in a lazy and comforting manner <3

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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Like Father Like Daughter -Dad!Hawks x Mom!Reader

Fluff upon fluff | 540 words | your daughter's name is Keiko (kay-ko)

Summary: you come home from a hospital visit to your very clingy husband and daughter.

Warning!: Use of Hawks' name

"Shhhh we can't let mommy see yet!"

"But daddy~!"

"Shhh baby bird- mommy's going to be home any minute-"

"What's this I hear?" You ask, stepping into your living room.

"MOMMY!" Two voices yelled, followed by two pairs of footsteps loudly coming your way.

"You're home~!" Keiko squealed, throwing herself onto you in a bear hug.

"Hey baby~!" You coo, wrapping your arms around your darling litte bird as you kicked the front door shut.

"Where's my affection?" Keigo pouted, causing you to roll your eyes adoringly as you openend your arms for Hawks to sneak into, landing right next to Keiko.

"You were gone for so~ long!" Keiko whined, attacking your face with kisses as she semi-aggresively shoved her dad out of the way.

"Baby- I was only gone for an hour or so." You chuckle, kissing her forehead sweetly.

"Exactly~!" Both of your babies whined, causing to roll your eyes once again.

"You two are so alike, did you know that Keigo?" You tease, kissing his' forehead as you made your way into the living room, curious to see what they were hiding.

"Wait! You did not get permission to go in there yet!" Keiko huffed, jumping out of your arms to block your way.

"I- need permission?" You ask, smiling as Hawks took the opportunity to leep back into your arms.

"Yes." Keiko replied, pausing to glare at her dad.

"Oh- then may I please go into my living room?" You ask politely, petting Keigo's head as he rubbed against you, fairly similairly to a cat.

"Yes, yes you may mommy. But only if you say that you're mine."

"Yes, hunny. Mommy is yours."

Keiko just grinned wickedly before turning back to the living room, skipping into the spacious room with a gigantic grin stuck on her face.

Walking in, you smiled as you layed eyes on a perfectly set up family movie night. The couch was covered in pillows and blankets, the coffee table was stacked with snacks, and the tv already had your family's favorite movie on pause.

"Oh- guys you're so sweet! But what's the occasion?"

"Well~ mommy it's the weekend! Which means that I can stay up late, right? And daddy says you haven't been feeling very good, so we thought that some cuddles and movies can help!"

"Oh- you two are so sweet." You coo, smiling up at Keigo who moved to ruffle your (as in both of yours) daughter's hair.

"Oh- speaking of~. What did the doctor say?" Keigo asked, warm, honey eyes now focussed on your -in his words- perfectly goregous face.

"There's nothing wrong with me, but~ I do have something to tell you."

"Oh oh! What is it!" Keiko asked, jumping up and down.

"After Keiko's in bed." You smile, playfully sticking your tounge out as Keiko pouted.

"Is it anything serious?" Hawks asked, a hint of concern laced in his tone.

"No no, nothing like that."

You continued to smile as your little family of three got situated for movie night, causing your heart to swell up with joy.

As you thought about your mini family, you sighed contently as you remembered; you were soon to be four.

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heich0e · 1 year

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keigo convinces you to quit your job less than a year into your relationship.

the pay is terrible anyway, and it isn't even a position in the field you'd gone to school to study (not that you'd graduated, but you did always plan on going back some day, if you could.)

but the problem is that your schedule is always the complete opposite of his. you always have to sleep at night (early to bed, early to rise) so that you can wake up at the crack of dawn each morning and commute to your shabby little office on the other side of town. keigo often doesn't get home from patrol until the sun is coming up, meaning that your alarm is set to be ringing just a few moments after his head hits the pillow next to yours--stealing you, and your warmth, and the soft skin of your thighs away from him under the blankets.

it feels like he never gets to see you. never gets to hold you. like you're never there. (you are, but that's not what it feels like to him.)

the first time he makes the suggestion, you think he's joking and you laugh.

keigo's eyes crinkle at the corners as he watches you giggle, his head resting atop your lap on the sofa on a rare evening that finds the two of you both home and snuggled up together in his living room--your living room now too, since you'd finally broken the lease on your apartment that had practically gone uninhabited since you and keigo started seeing each other. he watches you laugh like it's his favourite movie; rapt by every moment of your mirth.

"what's so funny, baby?"

you blink, your laughter petering out slowly like a leaky tap being turned closed.

"i can't quit my job, kei," you whisper, half incredulous and half scandalized at the notion, once you realize he's not making the suggestion in jest.

"why not?" he pouts, rolling onto his side where he rests on your lap and burrowing his face into your sweatshirt over your abdomen.

"it's... my job," you reply dumbly, unsure of how better to defend your point. your fingers thread absentmindedly through his golden hair as he nuzzles further into your tummy.

"you don't need a job," he counters, though the words are muffled. "especially not that one. they're awful to you."

he's not wrong, necessarily. your company is not known for being particularly kind to its employees, nor even for being a desirable place to work. but the salary was mostly liveable and they'd been willing to take you on even with only half a degree under your belt, and you've never taken that for granted.

"of course I need a job," you pinch at keigo's cheek gently, and he turns his face up towards you. his eyes, usually so soft and warm, look pained.

"for what?" he asks, his tone wounded. "what do you need that i can't give you?"

your chest tightens as you take in his sad expression. the jut of his lip, the disappointed crease of his brow.

"i... don't want to be a burden to you, keigo."

something in his gaze shifts, just for a moment. it almost looks like anger, but it's gone too quick to sting--a flame snuffed out before it has the chance to burn you.

keigo's wings twitch beneath him, the feathers bristling.

slowly, he pulls himself upright until he's on his knees beside you on the sofa.

he peers down at you, cupping your cheeks in his large, soft hands.

"you could never,"--he leans down towards you, filling up your field of vision until there's nothing left but him--"ever,"--he uses his hold on your cheeks to keep your your gazes locked, noses brushing gently--"be a burden to me."

keigo's breath is hot on your lips, the pressure of his touch firm, his very nearness intoxicating.

"what's the point of all of this,"--he doesn't pull away to gesture, or even break your gaze, but you know even without any sort of indicator what he's talking about: his apartment, his lifestyle, his status, his wealth--"if i can't share it with you?"

your stomach flips at how desperately he says the words.

"just..." his wispy lashes flutter as he blinks slowly, his tawny honey-hued eyes disappearing for a few torturous moments before meeting yours again. "think about it, yeah? promise?"

you feel yourself nodding, and his grip on your cheeks eases as he grins triumphantly.

keigo kisses you, slow and deep and sweet, maneuvering you onto your back on the sofa underneath him before you can even process it.

"say you promise," he breathes into your open mouth, his tongue chasing in after his words.

you hum, a dizzy, fond sound.

"i promise," you murmur against his eager lips.

he pulls away, his hands slipping up under the hem of your sweatshirt--the Pro-Hero Hawks sweatshirt he loves to see you wear so much--until it rucks up over his wrists as his touch continues to climb.

he smiles again--softer this time, more tranquil--his golden curls a backlit halo around his handsome face as he peers down at you sprawled across the sofa beneath him.

he sighs happily.

"good."

#hawks x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #tw yandere #bnha drabble #bnha writing #writing

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nightfall-kachiniko · 7 months

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Keigo has this thing where he’ll try to guess your chapstick by kissing you 😭

Like you’ll give him a quick kiss before walking out the door and all of a sudden he shouts “it’s strawberry!”

Or you’ll cuddle up next to his half awake self, giving him a kiss on the lips before he tiredly wrap his arms around you and he’ll mumble in his raspy voice “marshmallow…”

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spaceydoo · 10 months

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just thinking about him eating you out on your kitchen island till his face is coated with your juices. a puddle of your juices are on the floor, you not even caring about the mess. you were too out of it, eyes rolled back and all. you tug at his hair desperately needing him deeper in you. “you’re so needy today aren’t you gorgeous?” he said in a subdued tone against your pussy, not taking his eyes off you. you couldn’t do anything but throw your head back, letting out a whiny moan. “make a mess on my face again, you deserve it ma” he’s tracing circles, triangles, squares— hell, even his own name on your clit. your thighs began to shake once again as your juices coated his face “fuck..fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckk” you let out such a loud moan you might as well be a pornstar “mm you taste so good baby” he said in a soft tone. your grip on his hair tightened, riding out your high with his tongue. he moved his face from your cunt, giving a couple of kisses on your inner thighs “now how bout’ i blow your back out right here, yeah?”

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tiredpaladins · 2 years

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I spend most of my waking hours thinking about Hawks going through severe and permanent injury and the League not knowing what to do afterwards. The kind of injury that leaves him out of the fight for months or even forever. No matter what his current status regarding the League was I think it'd be interesting.

Like, Dabi who hates hero society and understands it more than most, seeing a young adult get hurt so severely and having his identity as a hero taken from him and society not having anything in place to lift him up, and they all just have to watch as Hawks falls apart?

Or even if they were really close to Hawks, what can they do? They're wanted villains and he's a functioning member of society who has more eyes on him than ever.

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irisintheafterglow · 10 months

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He catches you staring at him.

“Hi, pretty.”

“Hey, handsome.”

You bathed in the serene quiet and watched the sun dip beneath the skyline of the city, a gradient of pink and yellow painting the evening sky. One hand on the wheel, the other rested on your thigh, absentmindedly drawing circles with his thumb. You took his hand in yours, adoring the way his callouses brushed against your palm and intertwining your fingers. Pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, you smiled softly at him and he flashed a blindingly bright grin.

“You love me?”

“Forever and always.”

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urfavslav · 3 months

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keigo doesn't like storms at all. one time he went on patrol and his wing almost got caught with a thunderbolt, the heat of the thing searing into his mind and burnt feathers that shed eventually. whenever he's home the night of a storm he insists on holding you, no matter what ur doing , wings curled around you so intensely that the fluff of his feathers tickles. it seems that he's protecting you, but it's more a comfort to his nerves, grounding his senses. he likes to count the lightning strikes and how far away they are too

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grapementos · 10 months

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ʙᴏʏꜱ + ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ 🍑

『ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙɴʜᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ��ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇ & ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ. ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ 』

⤷ ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ, ᴋ. ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, ᴇ. ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ

❥ katsuki loves every inch of you. of course, he loves your mind and soul more than anything, but your looks were definitely a bonus.

you were the same with him, except there was one thing you loved a tiny bit more.

“goddamit, y/n, if you poke my ass one more time—” he gritted his teeth, body basically folded in half from your playful assault on his ass.

you giggled, backing yourself up against the nearest surface, “sorry, kats. you know i just can’t resist when you bend over in front of me like that.”

his hands were twitching and eyes scanning, a telltale sign that he was watching and waiting until the perfect moment to get you back, “it’s not even just then. when i’m walking up the stairs, or laying on my bed, you go straight for my ass like some kind of vulture.”

“you do the same shit!” you accused, “except you don’t poke, you grab!”

he chuckled, as if recalling a fond memory, “dunno what you’re talking about.”

“bullshit.” you scooted against the wall, never once taking your eyes off him. you couldn’t stay in the same spot, for he’d easily be able to manhandle you and get you back.

your eyes darted left towards the living room and then right towards the laundry room, excitement and fear and adrenaline thrumming under your skin.

“don’t even try.”

now or never, you decided, making a break for the living room with a squeal.

the heavy footsteps behind you made the chase all the more thrilling as you launched yourself towards the couch, only to fail as bakugo wrapped his arms around your waist just in time.

“no!” you screamed, struggling fruitlessly against him.

“nice try.”

❥ kaminari is always attached at your hip. physical contact makes his skin buzz with life and love and everything in between. he’s always holding your hand, your thigh, your face, and occasionally your ass.

he doesn’t have a favorite part of your body, considering he’s constantly touching all of it, but he does love ass as much as the next guy. he’ll poke you when you bend over and burst out into hysterical laughter at the look on your face when you stand upright.

your favorite thing to do in retaliation is to take the high road and wait until you’re laying together. every night, he has to crawl to the end of the bed to tug the ceiling fan light off, giving you the perfect opportunity to kick him right in the ass.

“ah!” he yelped the moment your foot made contact with his ass, curling in on himself.

“that’s what you get for nearly knocking me over earlier.”

just as he moved to get back at you, he lost his balance and rolled right off the bed with a thud.

instinctively, you burst into laughter, throwing the blanket off to go check on him.

he was laughing too, cracking up on the wood floor at his own pain. looking at him just made you laugh more as you dropped to the floor beside him, trying desperately to breathe.

“oh-” he guffawed out, “oh fuck.”

you shook off the last bit of giggles, straddling his lower stomach, “are you okay?”

once his face went back to his normal color, he nodded as the last bit of laughter bubbled out of his body, “yeah, didn’t even hit anything. except for my butt.”

your head fell onto his chest as you broke into laughter all over again, “oh my god, perfect.”

❥ ejirou is the ass man of all ass men. he naps on it, grabs it, pokes it, smacks it, bites it—he’s an ass man. he squeezes it when he kisses or hugs you—his hands just naturally gravitate towards it.

since being with him, you’ve developed the habit of squatting rather than bending over to pick something up. you only walk behind him up the stairs, which sometimes is advantageous for you, considering you’re quite fond of his ass as well.

you’ll poke his butt when he goes upstairs, which starts an all-out chase around the entirety of the house. even at his agency, you’ll visit during his break to bring him something to eat and bug him for his hour lunch.

“thanks, babe,” he spoke through a mouth full of lunch, sat behind a sleek desk.

“no problem.” you had a chair pulled up next to his, fingering his hard, gelled up hair, “you should’ve taken off your hero costume.”

he eyed you knowingly, “why? cause my sash covers my ass?”

you grinned, “maybe. but i gotta say, i do love the half-naked part of your costume.”

“perv.”

“you’re one to talk.”

he chuckled and lifted you onto his lap, his hands resting comfortably where your hips ended and ass began, “yeah, but at least i’m honest about it.”

you cupped his cheeks and kissed his nose, “you are, my lovely, pervy ass-man.”

❥ hawks isn’t always with you, but when he is, he’s all over you. he’ll take you to the highest places and hold you, the two of you trapped between his wings. your ass is one of the more intimate places he loves.

sometimes he just needs to hold you in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of your breaths mingling and heartbeat becoming one. his hands will skim feather-lightly over your waist, hips, and ass.

you’d finger his feathers, gently rubbing them between your fingers. you’d gently rub the lightly scarred area where his wings sprouted from, basking in the sheer intimacy between the two of you.

other times, when he was less vulnerable and more of the happy, charismatic, witty hero that everyone knew, he’d tickle and carry you, make dirty jokes and innuendos that left you rolling your eyes.

you loved both sides, but you had to admit that the soft, quiet intimacy was your favorite.

“i love you.” you mumbled into his bare chest, slipping your hand down his back.

“i love you.” his eyes were closed, thumb smoothing over your hip, “all of you.”

his wings fluttered under your touch the moment you moved your hand up, his hand squeezing the fat between your hip and ass.

“me too.”

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