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Run, Bunny | k. bakugo

Werewolf!Katsuki Bakugo x Bunny![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, autassassinophilia if you squint, pwp, rough sex, mocking, degradation (nothing extreme), established relationship.

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A/N: lmaoo this was originally meant to be posted on easter along with a dabi one but surprise surprise!! it never happened (obviously). backstory though, reader was teasing him n then gets anxious when he finally snaps and catches her lol. didnt write it out but that's the context kekeke. hope you guys enjoy this. 🫶🏽☠️

His breathing was ragged and his body was huge.

His chest rose and fell as his mouth salivated, teeth and lips soaked with drool and slobber.

You shakingly looked up at the huge wolf, heart thumping furiously between your ribcage. You shook in terror; if it wasn’t a heart attack that was going to take you, it certainly was going to be this big, bad, wolf.

You couldn’t even move to block yourself. Your jaw was locked shut and your body was frozen save for the tremble that racked your body. He leaned in closer to you, letting you hear the sound of his strong fists snapping the wood underneath his fingertips and palms. You turned your face away from him as he leaned in closer, his body heat hot as he closed in on you.

As much as you dreaded him getting any closer to you, there was a sense of pull inside you that didn’t want him to pull away. But alas he did.

A small whimper managed to escape your lips as he briskly added distance between you and his body, your body relaxing although not calming down. You looked back at him with tearful eyes not sure of his next moves. He backed away with a snarl and stood up tall. With how much he was hunched over most of the time your pre-existing idea of his stature was incredibly unprepared for his actual size. If you were a normal bunny, you would be terrified. Well—you are, but another trait you always had with you was that anything that scared you also excited you in… different other ways. You needed to stop this now before it dragged on.

You open your mouth to maybe try and calm him down, “I didn’t-”

Sniff sniff sniff

You stopped dead in your tracks as he started to sniff you, gobsmacked as he invaded your personal space. The closer he got to you, the more aware you were of the situation and the need to have him grew even more. Even at the back of your mind, you knew it was bad but you couldn’t help it. And you never really tried to hide your urges either. If you could make it out of this without your secret being covered was the ideal situation.

You were lost as he kept sniffing you, his face going to your neck and slowly moving over and lower on your body. You could feel your cheeks start to burn up as he got closer between your legs, stopping at the spot of your crouch. His left eyebrow raised in bewilderment.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” The wolf grunted. “‘You in heat?”

Never have you ever been so embarrassed before. The blood rushing to your cheeks was hot, noticeable or not. Your mouth gaped like a fish as you tried to come up with an excuse to save yourself the humiliation. “I-I-”

“I, I, what? Spit it the fuck out.” The blonde gripped your cheeks in a piercing grip, his sharp nails threatening to cut at your skin. You shut your mouth as he mocked you, closing your eyes as you were ready to give in. He rolled his eyes at your submissive behavior, expecting no better from such a bunny. His eyes trail your body taking in your thin material, fingers playing with the hem of your pants. “I’ll just have to see it for myself."

His fingers gripped your pants and tugged it down, brows shooting up at the revelation of no underwear underneath. His lips tug into a wolfish grin, crimson eyes feasting on the sight before him. He wastes no time cupping your sex, growling at the abundance of slick that covers his fingers. He teasingly rubs up and down your lips to spread them, the tips of his fingers dipping just slightly at your opening to torture you. He mockingly leans forward and grins openly as you move your head to the side, avoiding looking at him as your hips move with his pawing.

"K-Katsuki, stop fucking around!" You mewl, getting angrier by the second as you attempt to hide your embarrassment, your fingers tugging at him to get closer.

"Look at this slut, all hot and needy for a wolf she's been messin' with the whole day." He taunts you in your ear and licks a stripe up your neck, his trail leading to your earlobe, and nips at the skin. He roughly sucks on the soft area, grunting in your ear once he slips a careful finger into your tight cunt. He slowly pumps his finger at an agonizingly larghissimo pace. The more he pumps, the wider your legs open and so he slips in another. You groan at how the stretch feels in your cunt, eyes looking up at him with a look that begs for more. His gaze darkens at your provocation, his hands swiftly leaving your needy cunt. "I was going to be nice, but it's clear you don't want that."

He grabs your clothes and effortlessly flips you over into your hands and knees. He delivers a harsh slap to your exposed bum, a soft whimper from the pain coming from you as you try to assume the position that you're most familiar with. He cusses at how desperate you look, his hands gripping your ass cheeks and watching as both of your holes clench. He spreads your cheeks further, fondling your globes as he takes a closer look at your cunny.

The male is swift in pulling out his cock, not caring about the repercussions anymore. His mushroom tip presses itself against your wet opening, his hand guiding it up and down your lips to gain as much natural lube from you as he can before he slips in. He manages to hold in the pleasurable moan that threatens to escape his lips as he sinks himself fully into you without caring about how you are receiving it. Based on your whimpering cries, you weren't protesting at all.

His hips smack against yours as he finally bottoms out, his cock twitching as your warm walls easily accommodate him. He offers no chance for you to catch up with him as he starts his punishing pace, but your body quickly adapts to him.

You suck a small hiss between your teeth as you welcome his harsh thrusts, your pussy deeply appreciating the length and width being fucked into you. You know you shouldn't be enjoying it so much but there was no denying how much you loved to fucked like this, by a werewolf nonetheless. As you start to get comfortable with the handling of the blonde behind you, a sharp gasp is ripped out of your throat, a searing pain pricking at the base of two spots that sit at the top of your head. Your back arches as your head is pulled back by the tension of your bunny ears being pulled back behind you in a rough grip, a pained groan urging its way out when he bottoms out inside you to taint your senses.

"This little bunny wants a whole litter, don't ya?" He leans down next to your ear, grinning as you do nothing but take it. He wraps his other arm around your waist to keep you close, offering no solution for you to have a moment of peace. "The way you're squeezing me tells me all I need to know."

Shamefully, the rough handling you were facing was something that you loved. This was evident through the way that your walls now spasmed as it got ready to milk everything from the ravishing male behind you and how you pushed your hips back against his.

The blonde sensing this reaches down to toy with your cunt, hips ramming into yours to greedily take everything it can. "That's it, I've got you, bunny."

In a juxtaposition to his soothing words, his actions say something else. He shoves you down to have your face down and ass up, hand now tangled in your tresses. His hand which was once soothingly rubbing at your clit delivers a harsh slap to it, the impact sending you over the edge. You cry out as he fucks you through his orgasm, his seed spilling into you without care about the consequences.

Semen seeps from your cunt as he empties his balls, fresh tears of pleasure and overstimulation spilling from your eyes. With one last chuckle, he leans down to give your cheek a kiss, his hand patting your hip as he allows you to come down from the intense session.

"You're such a pervert, Y/N."

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vampcubus · 1 year

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Hi, I really like your writing (especially your Rengoku headcanons.) Also, your page looks so aesthetically pleasing, I think it's really cool.

Can I request some headcanons for Tokoyami with a s/o who's love language is biting? (It can be fluff or smut or both, it's your choice)

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!

sure can! and thank you sm for the compliments, got me blushin’ n shit 😳 i also decided to tack on more characters for this prompt!

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : fumikage, izuku, katsuki, and eijirou.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : vaguely nsfw, projecting my biting kink onto all these men tbh.

𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈

— Fumikage’s probably the most startled by your love bites for sure. He’s still getting used to your kisses, so you can bet he’s jumping a mile into the air when he feels you sneak a nip to his shoulder. He’s so flustered, beak tipped down to his chest in embarrassment. What was that for? Were you teasing him? An intrusive thought perhaps?

— When you explain it to him, it endears him to you even more. You were biting him because it’s how you expressed your love? He wished he’d known sooner.

— He definitely writes romanticized poetry about how your teeth feel on his skin.

— Knaw on him all you like, he’s yours to chew on as you see fit — so long as you promise to kiss the bites you leave afterward.

— Poor guy gets teased endlessly for the bite marks he’s got all over, somehow them being inherently non-sexual makes it worse. He feels dirty when his friends make unsavory jokes about them, but it’s not like he’s going to tell you that you can’t sink your teeth in just because he’s embarrassed.

— He notices that you tend to do it even more when you’re excited about something, nicks of your teeth interspersed with your enthusiastic smooching.

— He should have expected your habit to emerge in the bedroom, yet it still incites a shaky gasp when you sink your teeth into his neck and shoulder as you take him inside you.

— Don’t tell anyone but he likes the pain, particularly when it mixes with the pleasure of you claiming him.

— He traces your bite marks when he’s thinking of you <3

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

— There’s nothing cuter than the pitched gasp he makes when your teeth nip at his ear for the first time. At first, he thinks you just wanted to mess with him so he pouts, rubbing at the red mark you left behind.

“That hurt you know…” he huffs, bottom lip sticking out.

— That is until he realizes that you’re doing it mindlessly like you weren’t giving it a second thought.

— When your lips press a kiss to his shoulder in passing, he’s conditioned to tense up in case you decide to take a bite out of him on a whim.

— It’s not an unpleasant feeling, but he has a habit of being vocal about his approval. The last thing he wants is for you to sneak a bite when he isn’t expecting it and he moans out loud when other people are around.

— in short, he likes it. a lot.

— He’s your personal chew toy as far as he’s concerned. Still, his curiosity compels him to ask you about it.

“So I’ve noticed that you uh… bite me a lot? Is that like… a conscious thing or…?” he inquires one day, and the way your face practically bursts into flames should be enough of an answer on its own.

“Gosh I’m so sorry if that’s weird—“ you blubber, fanning your burning cheeks as he watches in fascination. You’re so cute when you get flustered like that, he muses.

“No, I like it!” He states a little too loudly and then rushes to amend his enthusiasm, stumbling over his words as his own furious blush flares up. He was outing himself. “N-not in a weird way or anything. I just think it’s cute!”

— And when he makes the connection of you biting him = loving him, he’s over the moon about it.

— Has a thing for being marked as yours, so your habit goes hand in hand with that desire.

— Sink your teeth in until his skin dots with blood, he doesn’t care, cus no amount of pain could take away from the dizzying pleasure he feels at that moment.

— Encourages you to bite him harder <333 he's no weakling, you know you can be rougher with him, don't you?

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

— As expected, he is less than understanding about it the first time you leap into his back and chomp his shoulder.

“HUH?! THE HELL DID YOU BITE ME FOR?!”

— Calls you a freak 😔 honestly he can be so mean </3

— However, this can be amended by confessing that your compulsion to bite him was a sign of love. Watch his cheeks get all red, hand covering his face as he leans away from your scrutinizing gaze — because you’ve flustered him.

“Yeah, okay I get it! you do it cus you like me or whatever but it hurts you know. Can’t just do it out of nowhere…” he grumbles, avoiding your sparkling eyes. Because that sounded like a stamp of approval to you.

— He’ll fuss most times you do it, but only before guiding your teeth to the place he wants them. Cus if you’re gonna bite him you might as well go for the throat where he likes it.

— Can’t help that his cock throbs whenever your breath grazes his jugular, anticipating the sting of your teeth pulling the tender skin between them.

— Going in for an affectionate chomp in other places just gets you an annoyed hand shoving your face away — especially if you’re around other people. It’s almost pitiful how your face drops when he does as if he’s the bad guy. What a joke!

“C’mon, don’t give me that look. You can chew on me later.”

— He’s all too aware that you do it to distract him, so he won’t always tolerate it if he’s genuinely busy.

“I know you’re just tryna distract me. You aren’t slick, you little shit.” he’ll hiss, though the truth is he just doesn’t wanna work with a boner.

— If you bite someone else he is IMMENSELY jealous. Those teeth are only for him dammit. And that realization just makes him even more embarrassed, because fuck you’ve infected him with your weirdness. He wasn’t supposed to like it too!

— He bites back in retaliation so watch out!

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

— He’s a tough guy, and obsessed with you, so chances are he’s not going to bat an eye if you wanna take a lil chomp every now and then. In his mind, you must think he looks tasty enough to eat, and he’ll take that as a compliment thank-you!

— That said, he does notice, and that you only do it to him specifically. His heart squeezes at that. I’m special. I’m special to them. Playing in his head in an endless loop as he stares at you with that lovesick puppy look.

— Eijirou wants to reciprocate but with teeth like his, he’d be too nervous about breaking the skin. That longing being there means something.

— He knows to pay attention to you when you nip him, lest he’d like to see how much harder you can bite. And he really didn’t wanna have to explain to Katsuki why he’s got an angry red bite mark at the base of his neck. (Truthfully Katsuki would notice but not say anything about it, equating it to his best friend getting mad pussy, which he is already plenty jealous of.)

— In a perfect world Eijirou would sit with you in his lap while you sucked dark marks into the flesh of his throat all day long.

— The more chomps you take out of him the more he desires to return the favor, imagining what your reaction would be. Would you like it? Would you let him do it again? Do you even realize you do it? Those questions bubble anxiously inside until he musters up the courage to ask.

“Hey uh, would it be totally weird if I bit you?” he slides it so casually into the conversation you almost miss it. But he can tell he’s piqued your curiosity when your eyes dart from the tv to his own, side-eying him but not fully acknowledging the question. “Like… how you love nip me sometimes — which is very cute by the way — I wanna do the same to you.”

“I don’t ask before biting you, why should you? Just bite me next time, K? It would be totally hot but you’ve ruined the element of surprise, you see?” You return to your dead-eyed stare at the tv, munching away at your snack as if nothing happened.

He stares dumbly at you for a moment before he processes that as both acceptance and a challenge.

“Right!”

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #tokoyami fumikage x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #n/sfw #bnha headcannons

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nartothelar · 1 year

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special day

#implied n/sfw #erasermic #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #present mic #yamada hizashi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha fanart #fanart

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animeomegas · 2 months

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How would Izuku react to an Alpha with the quirk to duplicate themselves, would he suggest quirk play into the bed? ;)

It takes a while for Izuku to think about anything dirty with his alphas quirk.

He hyper focuses on the ways it can be used in hero work, in medicine, in business, everything. Except sex.

I think it would actually take alpha making a joke to put the idea into Izuku's head.

"You could use it for so much!! I mean, imagine the benefit of double teaming all your tasks!!"

You paused at his phrasing, a sly grin making its way onto your face. "Double teaming, eh? I can think of a few ways that would be useful."

Izuku's face went cherry red. "That's- That's not what I meant!"

And it wasn't what he meant. But it did put the idea into his head, and he finds himself not being able to get it out.

N-sfw specifics under cut

He starts imagining all sorts of naughty things.

He starts off fairly normal. He thinks about a threesome. Double penetration. All the new positions that would be possible (he likes to be held off the ground during sex, it turns him on to be manhandled lol.)

But then his thoughts start to get more and more specific.

He thinks about a good cop, bad cop, dom team. Where one of you is covering him in praise, and the other degrades him.

He thinks about cheating roleplays, where one of your finds him 'cheating' with the other.

He thinks about voyeurism and exhibitionism stuff. What if one of you 'taught' the other one how to fuck him properly. Or you could have your clone film you and him fucking from inside the wardrobe or round the crack of the door, so Midoriya can watch it back and pretend there was someone watching.

And you know what Midoriya's mind is like. Once he starts, he can't stop. So the scenarios get more and more detailed, and he becomes more and more fixated.

I like to think that he starts having dirty dreams every night, entirely pent up and distracted.

I guess it'd up to you get these fantasies out of him and make a couple of his dreams come true 😉

#n-sfw #a/b/o #omegaverse #izuku #midoriya #deku #bnha #mha #alpha reader #omega midoriya #alpha x omega #alpha!reader

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bakuslove · 9 months

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OUR LITTLE SECRET

﹒ॱ˖ 🖇️ FEATURING. pro hero!bakugo x f!reader

﹒ॱ˖ ☆ CONTENT. fluff, sfw, established relationship, pro hero!bakugo, fem pronouns are used for reader themes of marriage ahead WC. 1.096

﹒ॱ˖ 💬 SYNOPSIS. privacy's hard to come by nowadays, all thanks to social media. luckily, you and your darling have found a way cheat the system. at least... a little bit.

It’s not easy being the girlfriend of one of the highest ranking pro heroes in the world but you’d gotten used to a majority of the daily inconveniences.

Paparazzi somehow finding you no matter how many layers you wore to cover your face that day, crazy fans who were just a little too friendly following you from a distance as you made your way to and from the supermarket, the constant, and I do mean constant, private message requests and comments and responses on posts from fans and haters alike on every form of social media you own. It was hard to keep track of, to say the least.

Sometimes you’d forgo using your phone entirely just to avoid the snarky comments or prying eyes and questions of loyal fans. And that was just from those who wanted to know about you. Bakugo’s fans were far more insatiable.

However, there were moments you two were able to bask in your solitude together. Peace and quiet filled your dining room and Katsuki stood over the stove, keeping an eye on a frying pan filled with vegetables as he seasoned a bit of pork you laid out earlier for dinner.

You sat by his side as you always did, phone in your hand as you snacked on whatever he handed you in the midst of his cooking. Your phone was buzzing with notifications just as always, but you did your best to ignore them as usual. At least, until a certain headline caught your eye.

You tapped on it, waiting as anticipation caused your knee to bounce. There’s no way they saw it... right?

Your last trip out with Katsuki had been two nights ago when he had planned an extravagant dinner just for the two of you at that new expensive place that opened up just down the street. It was the best night you two had spent together in a very long time, no thanks to his ever-changing, bustling hero schedule.

Your eyes widen as the page finally loads and you zoom in on the little detail everyone seemed to be talking about.

It was blurry to say the least and you had to really be looking for it to make it out, but it definitely difficult to ignore now with the bright red circle photoshopped over your hand.

Fans had noticed the little silver band conveniently placed on the ring finger of your left hand and seem to have been going insane about its implications since the last time you and Katsuki had been out in public. Which you were sure had to be about... three days ago.

A groan leaves your lips as you scroll through the comments of fans and haters alike wondering if you and Katsuki were finally planning on tying the knot or if it was all just a coincidence. Either way, many of the comments further down the line seemed to speculate more, pointing out that your boyfriend hadn’t been seen wearing anything on his hand, and while many pointed out that he probably wouldn’t be so careless with an engagement ring while on the job, various pictures of him in casual dress since then proved that he still wasn’t wearing a ring.

Too bad they didn’t spark conversation about the new black chain he frequently sported around his neck. Katsuki was rather proud of it, seeing as it was the newest addition to his daily wardrobe.

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki calls from the foot of your bed, and you’re blessed with the sight of him fresh from the shower, a fresh towel hanging low on his hips as he drys his hair with a smaller towel that drapes across his broad shoulders.

How was this man, your man, so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Nothing, just... the media,” you huff, opting to let your screen grow dark before placing it on the nightstand to your left.

Bakugo only raises an eyebrow as his eyes trail along your exposed legs, a common indicator you’ve learned to mean he wants you to continue.

“They saw,” you sigh, crossing your arms across your chest as you gauge his reaction. But, instead of him rolling his eyes in annoyance or grumbling about ‘never getting any goddamn privacy these days’, he simply runs the towel over his damp hair one last time before hanging it back onto its rack. As if he’d ever leave even a towel out of place.

“They were gonna find out anyway, not let’s just make sure we don’t give ‘em any more than they need, yeah?”

The bed shifts as he crawls onto the sheets next to you, his large hands finding the soft plush of your thighs as he pulls you against him. You’ll never get over just how perfectly you fit against him. The way his arms could so easily wrap you in his embrace, keeping you safe and warm each and every time.

“Well, at least we don’t have to hide the fact that we’re engaged,” you smile, making a quite note about how all of your fans will probably want to know the details of just how you got engaged.

“That’s why it’s our little secret,” he muses, a smirk morphing onto his soft, pink lips before they meld against your own.

You hum against him as his hands move to rest on your hips, the rough pads of your thumbs sliding along your sides as he effortlessly clears your mind of everything and everyone else in existence. Just as he always does.

“Let ‘em wonder, those nosy ass extras,” he breaths once you pull away, and you hum again in agreement, watching as Bakugo finally slips off his black chain over his head- he only ever took it off while sleeping -and you smile giddily as you spot the wedding ring it sports.

It’s a simple thing, a black band without a lot of shine or sparkle, but it fit him perfectly in your eyes. If there was one thing your fans got right, it's that his ring was a little harder to spot since it usually hid underneath the neck of his t-shirt and hero costume. Bakugo would be damned if he entered the field without your ring somewhere on his body, and with his quirk being so dependent on his hands, it only seemed logical to keep it on a chain around his neck.

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Bakugo,” you smile as he places a kiss to your temple before pressing his body against yours under the sheets.

“G’night, Mrs. Bakugo.”

If only your fans knew...

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buttonheart · 10 months

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More Hawks but she's a LADY

#i didnt wanna post this here because of the booba grab but like #its not even that bad #this account is pretty much sfw but im sure yall can handle this LMAOOO #i like overthinking apparently #bnha #mha #my art #my hero academia #hawks #dabi #dabihawks

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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home - hawks x reader (6.7k)

you miss him when he's not here.

cw: not sfw. reader is afab but no gendered language is used. chubby reader, insecurities mentioned. established relationship. possessive hawks. blood, injury (mild). cunnilingus, scratching, biting, multiple orgasms.

this was a commissioned work.

There are drawbacks to being a Pro Hero’s partner.

Oh, there are some positives, too - the nice things that you get sent, sometimes, in the hopes that you’ll post them on social media and the business in question will get some extra footfall from being papped on the significant other of the more popular Pro Heroes (putting aside the occasional frustration of paparazzi always tailing you, the free clothes and free tech and free gear and free meals are very nice). The fact that Keigo has a sizable fortune that he mainly uses to make sure that you and he have the best life he can provide. The swell of pride that rises in your chest when you think about him, and all of the lives he has saved, all of the people who are grateful for him.

The sunshine in Keigo’s face, too, when a small child tells him how much they look up to him - how they want to be just like him. The money that is funneled back by Keigo into charitable institutions for children. The fact that you’re doing a small part of good in the world despite your reasonably useless quirk (making flowers bloom at a touch is only useful when the flowers are not yet in season, after all - it’s a quirk that you can use maybe three months out of the year, and you’ve noticed flowers don’t seem to last any longer just because you’ve grazed them with your fingertips) by making Keigo happy, the way he deserves to be.

But there are plenty of negatives.

Those same paparazzi who sell photographs of you and Keigo to gossip magazines and comment on your appearance, your hair if it’s messy, your figure that you’re already not all that confident in. The online gossip-mongers who spend their time bemoaning how much of a better fit they’d be for a man like Keigo, if he’d just stop ‘pitying’ you enough to date you.

The nights you spend stroking Keigo’s hair as he buries his head in your neck and all of the ugliest parts of his job fall out of his mouth; the fear of being a pawn for the HPSC for the rest of his life, the things he’s asked to do that remain secret except in whispered gasps into your ear, his hands clinging to you so tightly you think about talons puncturing your skin. The long, long nights when he’s out doing hero work and you fear that he may never come back to you. The way time stretches interminably on when he says he’ll be gone for a little while and you don’t know if it will be days or weeks or months.

You wouldn’t trade anything for him. Keigo makes you feel seen and beautiful and loved and cherished in a way no other person could ever compare to. You get butterflies when he smiles at you. You cannot imagine a life in which you did not find each other, somehow.

But tonight, your bed in Keigo’s penthouse (big glass windows, so he can feel like he’s flying - a huge bed, with room for his wings) is empty and cold. You wear a too-big ‘Hawks’s Baby Bird’ nightshirt that falls down to your knees, a gag gift from one of your friends who is a member of your boyfriend’s fan club. The little cartoon depiction of him is not enough to make you feel as though he is there with you.

Tonight feels like one of those nights that might last forever.

You roll over in the bed uncomfortably, legs tangling in cool sheets that you wish were warmed by your partner. The space seems to stretch on for an eternity without Keigo’s wings there for you to good-naturedly grouse about as he laughs and pulls you in even closer.

You think not hearing anything might be the worst.

You know what he does is important, you know that he doesn’t always tell you where he’s going because he’s worried about you - you know that being shrouded in secrecy is better for both of you. But not knowing where he is or who he’s with or what he’s doing makes all kinds of worrying scenarios play out in your head as you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, or if the last time you kissed him on the cheek and told him to be careful (and he looked at you with all of the love in the world lighting his gold eyes, his gaze saying far more than his easy laugh and his promise he would come back) would be the last time.

Ugh. You flop onto your back and stare up at the ceiling.

Maybe you should try making yourself a hot drink; distract yourself from the thoughts swirling around your mind and the loneliness that’s eating at your edges. That sounds nice. You swing your legs over the side of the comically oversized mattress, the soft hem of your nightshirt riding high on your thighs - and then you hear a familiar sound, and your heart feels like it swells to double its size in your chest.

You quickly walk from the bedroom into the lounge, following the sound of beating wings and displaced air and something clinking against glass. There, on the balcony outside, stands Keigo - still in his hero costume, red wings in the process of being tucked behind him, keys tinkling in his hand.

Through the window, he catches sight of you - and his smile is so wide it could split his face in two, eyes crinkling at the edges. He fumbles even quicker with the keys, eager to get inside and back to you - and you walk across the room, your feet warm on the cold tiled floor, to meet him.

Up close, you can see that the night has not been kind to him.

Despite the smile that lights up his eyes and transforms his face, there are grazes all over his face; a rip in his hero costume at the sleeve, where he’s bleeding a little. His wings seem fine, but high on the left wing the feathers are bent out of shape and uneven as if he narrowly avoided trapping it somewhere. Your stomach drops somewhere in the region of your feet - and then, Keigo is through the window and it’s clinking closed behind him and you are embraced by all of him, all red feathers and fur jacket and arms wrapping so tightly around you that you can barely breathe.

“Keigo,” your voice comes out in a choked squeak. “Keigo, you’re hurt--!”

“I’m so glad to see you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his normally light tone heavy with emotion. “I missed you so so much. I . . . I thought I might not see you ever again--”

His gloved hands cling to your generous hips, squishing into the soft flesh there, dragging you against him. He noses against your neck, breathing in your scent, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real and true and there.

“Let me look at your injuries--” You try to say, but Keigo instead pulls you into a searing kiss that makes your knees feel weak. Despite his relatively small stature - compared to most other Pros, anyway - he trains long and hard, and he pulls you into him as if you weigh nothing at all, the softness of your curves and pudge not presenting the smallest of problems. His mouth is hot and beseeching against yours; this is a kiss that says ‘I am alive, and I thought I wouldn’t be’. Fear is still rolling hot through your stomach, but it’s hard not to melt into him when he knows every spot of your mouth and every nerve of your lips as well as he knows his own. His teeth nip needily at your lower lip and you open your mouth for him - let his tongue mark you out as his, sliding across that spot behind your front teeth that makes you full-body shiver in his arms.

It doesn’t seem to matter to him that the two of you are in full view of the windows (not that any paparazzi would be fool enough to try and photograph from here, after the last time) - all that matters is that the two of you are entwined, that Keigo is there and you are there. His hands slide down your hips to knead at the soft globes of your ass, a motion that’s meant to be teasing but instead simply feels desperate.

You break apart from him with a gasp, your heart beating frantically against your ribcage.

“Keigo,” you say, hoping you sound more sure of yourself than you feel. “I need to clean your w-wounds.”

He looks at you all half-lidded and wanting, his mouth swollen from the kiss - actually, you don’t think his gaze has strayed from you once since he first laid eyes on you.

“I needed to kiss you,” he says to you, and he cracks a small smile that doesn’t quite mask the wildness in his eyes. “I needed to remember exactly what you were like. Remind myself you were mine, birdie.”

“The kiss could have waited,” you say, exhaling in a way that’s part laugh and part exhaustion. “You’re hurt.”

One gloved hand raises to your face; his thumb strokes over your cheek. The smile on his face is so sad and so wanting that it makes you ache.

“I could never wait to kiss you,” he says. “Not a second longer than I have to.”

You tug gently on his sleeve; there’s dirt all over the tan fabric. You wonder what happened to him on this mission, but you don’t ask - Keigo never wants you to have to worry about things. He keeps you as safe as he can - makes sure you can work from home, insists that if he can’t go shopping with you groceries are delivered . . . on another person, it might be suffocating. But on Keigo . . .

He hasn’t told you much about his life pre-Wing Hero: Hawks. Still, he has told you more than almost anybody else in the whole world knows, and you understand why he clings to the vestiges of a home he’s managed to build around himself. It’s hard not to be flattered that he considers you home - and you, in return, feel exactly the same way about him.

“Come on,” you say to him, a little more forcefully this time, and you give him a gentle smile so he doesn’t feel like he’s worrying you too much. “Let me clean these scratches and get your uniform off, and I promise you can kiss me as much as you like for as long as you like.”

He lets out a soft laugh but lets himself be tugged across the room anyway.

“My uniform off?” He asks, lightly teasing, the edge of desperation slowly ebbing away now that he is with you and knows you are safe. “Why, birdie, you’ve only gotta ask! Little forward, but I’m not gonna complain--”

You roll your eyes at him, but laugh all the same, as the two of you enter the kitchen and you bully him lovingly into taking a seat on one of the stools by the long breakfast bar. You reach up onto your toes to reach the first-aid kit kept in one of the high kitchen cupboards, feeling the hem of your shirt rise up to reveal the thin red satin underwear you wore to bed--

“Are those Hawks brand, too?” Keigo asks. You can’t see him, but you can just imagine the shit-eating grin that’s painted itself over his face. “Look, I know you want me to stay still whilst you tend lovingly to me, but you’re making this really difficult--”

“Shh,” you tell him, turning around with the little metal tin tucked beneath your arm. “You’re just trying to get out of the antiseptic swabbing, aren’t you?”

It takes you by surprise how quickly he’s shed his garments. You suppose that speed is his greatest asset, but still - you’d heard only a little rustling, and yet Keigo is suddenly sat behind you totally shirtless with his uniform discarded on the stool beside him. You can see almost all of him; the lean muscles of his pectorals, dotted with old scars - the corded forearms, the surprisingly strong hands . . .

You’re grateful to see that the wounds and scratches are only surface-level. They’ll need cleaning and bandaging up a little, but that’s all - he’s not at risk of any infections, doesn’t need to go see any healers or hospital workers. You’re glad - you don’t want him to be out of your sight for any longer than he has to be now that you finally have him back for a while.

You cough as you rifle through the medical kit for anti-bacterial wipes, feeling your face heat up at his proximity and his nakedness. Keigo laughs softly, angling his body closer to you.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he says to you, his voice low and soft. “C’mon. See something you like?”

“Could you stop flirting for one second?” You ask him, as you wipe over one of the nasty grazes on his arm - you don’t think you could look into those golden eyes right now without falling into them like molten pools. “I need to get this cleaned up.”

“You’d be flirting if the prettiest thing in the whole world was touching your naked body,” Keigo says to you, reasonably; and he laughs again when you fumble with the bandage you’re trying to affix to the spot in question. “C’mon. You’re even wearing my merch! How’m I supposed to just sit here and let you look after me when I’m thinking about pinning you to the breakfast bar and having my wicked way with you, huh?”

“Have your wicked way with me when I’m done,” you tell him, and now you have no choice but to turn your hand to the grazes on his cheek - and looking at Keigo’s pretty face takes your breath away in the same way it always does. His eyes are liquid gold, burning you as you gently wipe the blood from his sharp cheekbones. At the touch of your fingers on his face, he takes a sharp intake of breath - and one strong hand lands on the outside of your thigh, thumb pressing softly into the skin there. Your own breath stutters in your chest.

There’s a bloom of heat low in your core, to be looked at like that. Possession and adoration and hunger all mixed up in his gaze, your own body screaming at you that Keigo wants you and you want him and everything else should be thrown to the wayside in pursuit of the pleasure the two of you are clearly longing for.

He breathes out after a moment that feels like it lasts a week, and his voice has dropped a semitone into something rich and low and starving hungry.

“You’re nearly done now, right?” He asks, swallowing, the bob in his throat visible. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stop myself.”

You do not break eye contact as you drop the gauze, as you close the lid of the first-aid kit.

“I’d think a Pro Hero would have more control,” you say to him breathily. “Stop yourself from doing what, exactly?”

He smiles up at you with a wickedness that makes you weak at the knees, and you feel all of your concern about his grazes and bruises and the feathers that have been bent and ruffled in his wings melt away in favour of the persistent pounding in your core.

He moves lightning-fast; utterly deserving of all of his accolades, and before you know it you’re pressed against the breakfast bar, your ass pressed flush against the rim of the surface, and Keigo has dropped down onto his knees.

“Stop myself from eating you all up, birdie,” he says, with a grin bright and hungry, as he presses his nose softly against the plumpness of your thighs. “You’re looking delicious, and I’m starving after being away for so long. Won’t you let a guy have a taste?”

You gasp as he moves his face; as his nose nudges at your mound through the Hawks branded underwear. He breathes in deeply, savouring the scent of you on the air.

“I can tell you want it too,” he teases you. “I can smell you from here. That’s how I know how delicious you’re going to be.”

“Keigo,” you breathe out lightly, but there is no complaint in your tone. Your boyfriend takes this the way it is; your consent for him to do whatever he wants to you, and his smile is knife-sharp in the darkness as his fingers hook into the elastic of the underwear and slowly begin to edge them down your legs.

“Spread for me, angel,” Keigo murmurs, dropping a kiss just above your knee, peppering the skin he can currently get to with more feather soft touches of his lips. “Show me how much you want it. Let me see you; I’ve missed you. Feels like a century when I don’t see you for a day.”

You fall over yourself to please him. You’ve missed him just as much; too deeply for you to care if you seem desperate, when you spread your legs further and let him see the wet mess between your legs. Keigo’s eyes go half-lidded and wanting as he trails the pad of one of his fingers up your thigh to dip between the lips of your sex and into your slick.

“Look at you, pretty birdie,” he says, low and awestruck. “This is all for me? Aren’t I the lucky one? Aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen?”

Your face heats up at the compliments; Keigo is never shy about giving them, of course, but when the position is so intimate and he looks so fascinated it’s hard not to feel woozy with the want that drips off every syllable. Keigo moves his face closer; kisses at the plump spill of your very inner thighs, where they’re damp with your own arousal. Teeth bite into the flesh gently, nipping at you until you gasp.

“Y-you were being serious about eating me up, then?” You ask, a huff of laughter on your lips, as Keigo shifts his attentions to the other thigh, sucking love bites into the soft flesh.

“Just making sure you know you’re mine,” he says, breathless. “Marking you up so you know who you belong to. After I’ve eaten you up, I’ll get on to eatin’ you out--”

He kisses over your sex this time; his breath fanning hot against your most sensitive parts. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to cling to the rim of the breakfast bar to stop yourself from just falling onto him completely. You feel a couple of well-placed breaths away from collapsing onto the floor.

“Is that a . . . a promise?” You ask him, and Keigo chuckles and the vibrations seem to travel from between your legs and right up your spine.

“For you?” He murmurs, and his tongue darts out - laps up your cunt from perineum to clit, and you swear you see stars. “Of course it is.”

Once Keigo has had a taste of you, there’s nothing you can do. You know it from past experience sprawled out on the bed beneath him as he works you over until you’re putty in his hands - when he wants someone, when he wants something, when something is his and it’s his responsibility . . . he will not rest until he’s wrung several orgasms out of you and you can barely move. The kitchen is a brand new development for this kind of thing, but Keigo is more than a little possessive and when you’ve murmured in the heat of the moment about christening every surface in his apartment it’s always gotten him going--

So it’s all you can do, really, to let him eat you out like he’s a man starved and he’s having his final meal before his untimely end.

To let your fingers curl around the rim and to give yourself into Keigo’s mouth as it hotly works you over; his tongue dragging through your folds as if he’s trying to drink you in. Your own mouth falls open as your breath escapes you in little surprised gasps; it seems that for every slow lap of his tongue, he manages to do some kind of swirling trick of athletics that makes you feel like you’re melting into a pleasured mess.

In between the licks and the sucks, he turns his attention back to the soft fullness of your thighs; drops little growling interludes of;

‘Mine’. ‘So beautiful’. ‘So good’. ‘You’re mine’. ‘Mine, mine, mine’.

Kisses and bites and licks and mumbles, the soft abrasive scratch of his scruff making you dizzy and light-headed as you feel all of the pleasure that he brings you work itself into tight knots in your stomach. Sometimes he bites just a little too hard, as if he wants to ensure that the mark takes - and though on another partner, you might push him away, with Keigo it’s hard to not just let your lashes flutter and a soft moan escape at the thought of just how much he wants you to be his.

There’s something to be said about having the mark of ownership of a man like Keigo upon your skin.

He rubs his cheeks against your thighs, uncaring of how your slick is fair dripping from your sex; covering himself in your scent the same way he tries to cover you in his own. You’ve heard him complain when you switch shower gels or perfumes or shampoos; you know he can’t get enough of the natural scent of you. He never cares about cuddling up to you when you feel sweaty or gross - in fact, a couple of times, you’ve thought that it really gets him going--

It’s getting much harder to think the longer Keigo uses his mouth on you.

It’s hard to think of anything other than the sensation of his tongue, the prickling pleasant heat that’s running through your veins, the groans of pleasure that he keeps putting forth with every new lap and suck and kiss of your clit. Your fingers twitch, your thighs shaking wildly, as you hover on the precipice of your orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” he murmurs softly. “Come on. Come for me.”

There’s no question of doing anything but.

Your entire body goes taut all over, like a string waiting to be plucked - and then snaps, as your orgasm washes over you in fierce waves, making your body tingle like fireworks are being set off beneath your skin. You don’t try to muffle your noises - Keigo had coached that out of you with kisses and begging and telling you how much he loves hearing you - so soft whimpers and moans come issuing forth from your mouth, bouncing against the kitchen walls. Keigo makes his own noise in response; a coaxing kind of reassurance that you can let yourself go with him, you’re safe. His mouth is still pressed against your sex, though, his tongue still drinking in the slick you’re pumping out with every clench and pulse of your release.

He stays there even as the orgasm slowly subsides and feeling returns to your extremities. You’re sensitive, your thighs shaking - and Keigo chuckles, pulling back and looking up at you with his eyes all blown with adoration.

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he tells you, tone teasing. “I’ve missed the way you sound, too. I’ve missed . . . all of that.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you say to him breathlessly. “A-are you going to let me repay the favour?”

Keigo laughs again, and the sound makes happiness bloom in your chest.

“No,” he says, sounding very sure of himself. “I’m not done with you yet, birdie. I need to make sure that every perfect inch of you remembers me; I need to make sure that you’re always with me, that you’re imprinted onto every part of me, that you know just how much I love you and I need you and that I can remember every part of you with my eyes closed--”

Your cheeks are hot at this profession of adoration. It’s not that Keigo is shy about these things - he said ‘I love you’ before you did - but . . . he’s not always prone to these big, grand gestures. He holds your hands and pulls you close and keeps you next to him, plays with your hair and remembers your favourites and checks in on you to make sure everything is alright as often as he can. Love story confessions are not his style--

And that’s how you know that he means every single syllable.

“Th-that’s not fair,” you say weakly, as Keigo takes your hand and tugs you through the apartment instead, a mirror of you taking him into the kitchen to clean his wounds. “I want to do all that for you too--!”

“Ah, but you didn’t get to saying it before me, did you?” He shoots you a broad grin, pulling you into the bedroom. The sheets on your huge bed are still rumpled; he raises one eyebrow. “Not sleep well without me, birdie?”

“You know I never do,” you whisper, and his face goes impossibly soft. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his nose against your own so that the two of you are staring directly into one another’s eyes.

“I love you,” he says, plain and simple. His hands go to touch your hips, to slide up to your waist and to your chest, his touch reverent like a sculptor and his masterpiece. “I love everything about you. If it were up to me, I’d spend every waking minute with you - I’d never let you leave our bed. We’d have everything we need. I . . .” He swallows. “I want to be with you forever.”

“I want to be with you forever, too,” you breathe out - you bring your hand up to stroke over his shoulders, to delicately curve over the musculature in his back to where his wings stand proudly out. He lets out a soft noise of pleasure at the soft touch of your fingers on the downy feathers at the base, his cheeks going pink.

“Then let me take care of you,” Keigo murmurs, softly. “Let me come inside of you so many times you don’t remember what it feels like to have anything inside of you but me.” He takes a shuddering breath - and despite your earlier orgasm, your breath catches and your pulse beats between your thighs as if it’s agreeing that he can do whatever he wants with you. “Please.”

“Keigo--”

“Say I can, birdie.”

His touch gets desperate. His thumbs dig into the soft meat of your waist, the plump pudge there. You make the mistake of flickering your eyes away from his gaze, to between you and below your eye line, to see the way that his cock is tenting the front of his pants in need. You think about Keigo’s cock - about how it feels inside of you, about how perfectly it fills you up, about the sensation of having him come inside and keep going, keep pumping himself into you--

“Keigo,” you breathe, eyes flicking back up to him. “Of course you can.”

As much as you want to get on your knees for him and bring him the same pleasure he’s already brought you today, you can tell that this means a lot to Keigo - and so you’re not surprised when he groans out loud and pulls you back into a fierce kiss. Your lips are nibbled on, your tongue danced with, your entire body dragged into a kiss that Keigo puts every muscle into - until he pulls back, breathless.

“Can we get this off you now?” He asks, tugging at your nightshirt. “Kind of weird to be looking at myself right now, even if I do look very cute as a cartoon--”

You laugh as you pull the dark red cotton over your head. You have a brief moment of doubt - that same flash that comes across you every time you fully disrobe in front of Keigo, a voice in your head saying that you’re not good enough or pretty enough for him - but it’s a doubt that Keigo quickly dispels as he pushes you back onto the bed and begins to pepper every inch of your newly exposed skin with bites and kisses.

“I love these,” he murmurs, palming at your chest with rough calloused hands, plucking your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stand to stiff attention. “They’re so pretty.” A pinch, and you whine, back arching. “And so sensitive--!”

His tongue follows the path of his fingers, swirling around the nipple and sucking on it with a soft pop until you’re whining even louder, spreading your thighs apart for him in a silent plea to get on with it.

“You’re being needy,” he tells you, with a bite to the swell of your breast that you can tell will leave a bruise. “And I love it. Ask me nicely, pretty birdie--”

“Please fuck me, Keigo,” you say, breathless with need and want and the dizzying desire to have him inside of you. “Please, I want you inside of me--”

He kisses you fiercely again; fabric is displaced lower down his body as he works his trousers off without for a moment breaking the contact of your two lips. His cock slaps against the roundness of your tummy, leaving wet precome in a smear over your navel - hard and long, stiff and aching to find anchor in your port.

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Spread wider, angel, alright?”

You obey him, spreading your thighs so wide that it’s almost painful.

The two of you have had to experiment with positions many times - Keigo’s wings provide an interesting challenge for ensuring that both of you are comfortable. Even now, in this simplest of positions, his wings make a canopy over you and give a soft red-warm glow to everything beneath them. Keigo smiles at you so softly that it feels like melting, and then his cock is nudging the lips of your sex apart and slowly slowly slowly sinking inside of you.

It’s gratifying, to finally be full. His tongue felt good, but there’s a kind of intimacy in this that it can’t replicate - a feeling that the two of you are melding together, hearts beating as one. Keigo’s eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping his pretty mouth.

“You have no idea how you feel,” he chokes out. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you--”

“You feel like home,” you say to Keigo, and he whines and sheathes himself fully inside of you.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re not just laid directly on the bed. His nails - fingers a little sharp, like talons - rake down your back, scratching into you, as he gets used to feel of you hot and tight and wet around him. The two of you are both panting, your own arms wrapping around his neck so you’re as close to him as you can possibly be.

He crashes his lips against yours at the same time as he begins to move his hips in hungry little circles. He isn’t yet fucking in and out of you in wild abandon, but this is still overwhelming after being without him for a few nights and forgetting all of the places inside of you that are stoked like a brand new fire by his cock, stretching you out. You move your hips against him in tiny increments, his abdomen rubbing against your swollen clit in a way that sends pleasant little frissons of electricity up and down your spine.

The electric mixes with the scratches of Keigo’s hands, an overwhelming symphony of sensation that is at once too much and not enough. You lose track of time - you lose track of anything but the feel of Keigo inside of you, the pleasure of being stretched and fucked and taken and knowing you are loved.

His lips against yours, his words against your ear with whispers of how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you are for him. Your own words, coming out slurred and breathless as you both chase your orgasms, wanting to crest that hill together.

“Keigo,” you’re whimpering. “Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.” Chants of his name spilling out of your lips like prayer beads, prayers that he drinks up with his kisses and his own soft entreaties of your name.

“I’m going to--”

“I want you to--”

“Fill me up, please--”

“Fuck--”

You both lose track of who is actually the one speaking; the words come out in a spill that’s mirrored by the twitch of your thighs and the coil of heat in your stomach. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and your fingers curl into Keigo’s short hair at the same time as he digs his teeth into the soft place where your neck meets your shoulders and his cock pulses inside of you, spilling his seed into your sex, marking you out as his. Your own release gushes over his cock, your cunt clenching around him as you pant and whimper. You’re light-headed and dizzy as you chase your aftershocks, gyrating your hips on his softening cock to eke out every last drop of pleasure you can. Keigo’s hands stay on you, sliding to the small of your back, encouraging you as he sucks and kisses on the bitemarks and lets his own pants fill the air.

The comfortable silence that follows your releases lasts only a moment.

He’s come inside of you once, and your body feels full and satiated with your own orgasm, but that’s not enough for Keigo. Even as he pulls out, his cock is already hardening again, a soft groan falling from his mouth as it slaps against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Tell me I can fuck you again,” he murmurs. “I want you to be full of me, birdie. I want you to be dripping with my come for weeks. I need t’fill you up so bad--”

You manage to screw up all of your left-over energy - not that there was much of it - to roll over, gathering yourself up on your hands and knees, spreading your legs further apart and balancing yourself on your elbows. It’s a position the two of you have used often, made all the more comfortable by Keigo’s expensive bed. It means that you don’t have to do much more work than stay there and thrust your hips back into him - and, crucially, it means that Keigo gets so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him in your stomach.

“Yes,” Keigo breathes, already gathering himself up onto his knees. He drops kisses onto the places on your shoulder blades and spine he scratched earlier, soft feather-light whispers of how much he adores you. “Fuck, angel--”

He fits inside of you like a glove; your earlier exertions making him slide inside of you so easily you barely feel the stretch. Your fingers clench into the sheets as you moan out a prayer that sounds like his name, as Keigo continues to drop wet messy kisses all over you. He’s rambling now, about how beautiful you look like this and how good you feel.

“I should fuck you on every surface in the house,” he whispers, as he begins to work his hips back and forth, sliding easily into a rhythm. “I should christen every single one of them, so it feels like home--”

“Okay,” you breathe in return, moving your hips as much as you can. You’re going to come again, you realise, embarrassingly quickly. He just feels so deep inside of you - like there is no end to where he starts or you begin, like there’s nothing in the universe but the two of you and the places you’re joined. One of his hands slaps over yours, holding it as best he can in the position you’re in.

“I need to fill you up,” he’s panting. “I need you . . . need you to be mine, need you to know how much I love you, need you need you need you--”

“I need you,” you reply, in a whimper that feels like a sob as he adjusts his hips just so and oh, the spots he hits inside of you with every thrust . . . You feel born anew again; like this is the first time Keigo has fucked you and you’re as sensitive as a virgin. You squeeze your eyes closed. “I need you more-- please fill me up, I want to be yours, please please please--”

“Say my name,” Keigo begs into your ear, the words broken up with pants. “Say you love me.”

“K-Keigo--!” Your voice pitches as your orgasm clenches all up inside of you. You feel yourself tighten around him. The feeling of him inside of you, the wet glide of his cock, the sting of the bites and scratches from your earlier extremely enthusiastic love-making, all converging together until you can do nothing but let the white hot feeling take you over completely. “I l-love you--”

A moaning whimpering groan of your name, and the two of you are coming together. Keigo’s cock is twitching inside of you, spilling more thick ropes of his come as deep into you as he can to join his earlier load. You moan as you feel it trickle down your thighs, as he fucks it in deeper chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm and your body collapses into a jelly-like mass of nothing but feeling. Keigo lets you collapse and follows you down, breathless laughs turning into moans as you lie there for a few moments sweating and panting in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

It takes a little while for the two of you to disentangle yourself fully; for Keigo’s cock to pop out of you (followed by a little rush of your mixed fluids), for him to drag your sweat-soaked body against him without caring for how you must be messing up the sheets.

“I love you too,” he says, a belated reply to your call as you’d come. Your face goes hot at the reminder.

You curl up against his chest shyly, cheek pressed to his beating heart. Your fingers come up to trace patterns over his skin, and he makes a noise low in his throat almost like a chirp, pleasure at your touch melding with the pleasure of what has transpired between you both. He’s always a little more bird-like in this state; relaxed and sated and happy.

A phone rings somewhere in the distance, and he groans. Eyes fluttering shut.

“It’s in my pocket,” he mumbles in annoyance. “It’ll be the Commission.”

You make a soft noise of displeasure at the Hero Commission already wanting to monopolise his time when it feels like he’s been home for an hour or two at most.

“I’d hoped we’d have a bit longer this time,” you say, and you hope that you don’t sound petulant. You don’t want to resent Keigo’s job! You know he’s one of the top heroes for a reason! But curled up in bed, it’s hard to reconcile Wing Hero: Hawks and Keigo, your boyfriend, your lover, your home. You want longer with him. You want to keep him for yourself.

His mouth twists. Resolutely, he wraps his arms back around you.

“We will,” he says, as he continues to ignore the ringing. “We’ll have more time. They can wait a day. I still have more things I want to do to you.”

“Unfair,” you say, hiding your smile in his chest. “It’s my turn to do things to you.”

He laughs and presses a kiss on the top of your head. The scratches and bruises and bites from your earlier exertions sting pleasantly; a reminder of home, a reminder of Keigo, a reminder of belonging.

“Okay,” he says, with a faux sigh. “It’ll be a challenge, but I’ll take one for the team. I guess you can do things to me next time.”

Both of you laugh and snuggle in closer to one another.

The bed feels so much more right with Keigo in it beside you.

#commissioned work #writing #not sfw text #mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks smut #bnha posting #chubby reader posting #bnha smut #mha smut

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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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Anticipation~

Also, I have a headcanon that the parts of Dabi's skin that aren't scarred up are extremely sensitive. Like, more than they would've been without the scars. So he's likely feeling a boat load of phantom tickles right now :3c

#dabihawks #mha dabi #mha hawks #hotwings #mha tickle #sfw tickling community #bnha tickle #mha tickling #dabi tickling #hawks tickling #lee!dabi #ler!hawks #teasing #anticipation #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #drawn by me

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rachi-roo · 3 months

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Lil prankster got, got!

I will forever love these two goobers (*⌒３⌒*) Denki is facing punishment for his crimes at the hands of the manliest-man out here! His crime? Probably something devious XD

#rachi roo #sfw tickles #mha #bnha #sfw tickling community #tickle #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #red riot #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #chargebolt #lee!denki #ler!kirishima #mha tickle #digital art

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savnofilter · 1 year

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Deku and choking 👀People make him out to be this little inexperienced cinnaroll like no he is not

izuku midoriya x [afab]reader

warning(s): sexual content, penetration sex, choking, breath play, reader our vocal queen, mentions of overstimulation & squirting.

read more: masterlist | student masterlist

a/n: theres a proper midoriya fic coming soon.. idk how to go ab it so take this crumb. enjoy.

"Zuku~"

you purred in delight as he gave you long and drawn out thrusts. your walls ached for something better and more fulling, and this had you weak. your plush lips were agape, half lidded eyes hazy in lust as you watch in amazement at how his cock disappear and reappear where you two joined. your trembling hands gripped onto the sheets as you wanted more of him.

your boyfriend had your legs pressed against your chest in a mating press. you had no idea that post workout sex with him would be this powerful—this intense. your eyes roll back feeling his tip poke repeatedly against your g-spot, your jaw falling more as you could feel yourself get closer to your climax.

suddenly, you felt one of your legs on your boyfriend’s shoulder, you now being positioned on your side. you squint before letting your gaze fall, your hand that was once safe gripping the sheets beside you now hurriedly gripping his wrist in false security. apparently he had determined you were too slow in looking up at him in your lethargic and fucked out state as he took it upon himself to get your attention. his rough hand replaces itself to grip your jaw, the pressure squishing your cheeks under its hold. Midoriya looked down at you with an expression to challenge you, wanting see how long you could go without breaking the eye contact between you two. you groaned feeling him pick up speed along with the fact he was now forcing more of his length into your cunt.

he gives you no room to regroup yourself, a soft gasp leaves your lips as his hand slips down to grab a hold of your throat, giving the sides of your neck a generous squeeze. you mewl as you slowly feel the air from your throat passage becomes less and the sensations of your body start to ramp up. before your jaw was open because of the pleasure, but now just as equally you couldnt breathe. the topping of the cake was his other hand finding its place between your legs and heatedly rubbing your clit. your expression could rival a pornstar’s: eyes submissive, brows scrunched, and mouth open in an “O” shape.

Midoriya’s eyes were both masked with adoration and carnality watching in hunger at your expression as you came undone. your body shook as he released his pressure from your neck, your hips bucking into his to meet with his consistent thrusts. fresh tears of sexual tension spilling onto your cute cheeks as you couldnt help but let it flow.

you had been so vocal during the session, he couldnt hold back a sadistic grin as your body now focused all its energy in cumming. he stops his thrusts to place a misleading and chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then picks you up effortlessly to flip you over.

he places a heavy hand at the top of your back to bend you down, your chest close to the mattress and ass in the air. with his heavy length pressed against your bum you could feel how hard he still is. after getting you into position, he replaces his hand with his chest, his chin resting against your shoulder. you weakly mewl as he inserts himself swiftly into your fucked out cunt with no remorse. again, one hand found your neck whilst the other found solace on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your vulva.

you try to muffle the groan thats urged out of you from all the sensations. matched with his expert working of your body and sensitivity, its no wonder you could feel a push in your bladder.

you sure hoped he wouldnt mind changing the sheets by the end of this session.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #midoriya thirst #talk midoriya #not sfw #d drabbles

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unidentified-ending · 7 months

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What's up bro! I was just wondering weather you could make a little oneshot-headcanon about a male student in aizawas class who's younger brother (age 4-5) is quite dangerous due to his quirk but he's never done anything and he's been declined from multiple daycares and his parents are super stressed but Aizawa ends up taking the male reader younger brother to U.A's daycare and everyone in the dorms loves him bc he's so cute.

Thanks man, have a good day!!!!!

A/N: of course bro, this request is so cute so buckle up for some fluffy, maybe ooc aizawa and a cute younger brother.

This can be read as a trans or cis dude but if trans js imagine you got top surgery at a young age (not that young tho!). It's not mentioned anyways

Your parents were stressed. Like stressed stressed.

Your younger brother with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes was boping around in your living room.

His name was Kuragari and he could destroy all of reality in one clap of his hand

But it's never happened before, but most people stay away from the cute ball of happiness.

When he was a child (2-3), everyone would stay away from him but he had you

Y/n L/n, a (personality trait) boy who was in class 1a, UA. Aspiring hero, and the best brother anyone could ask for.

Anyways back to the point.

Your parents were stressed, Kuragari's power was getting in the way of his daycare applications.

He was dangerous and so nobody came near him bc of "the sake of the other children"

And your parents both worked and you went to school so it was a hell of a time trying to do something for him

He'd usually get a baby sitter but he'd cry a couple of hours in, begging for you and his parents.

Which made either you, your mother or father come home from work early and have to settle him down

But that when the offer of you life came true.

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"Y/n" you hear a faint voice call for you.

"Y/n!" The same voice but louder said again.

"Y/N!" The person said and you shot up straight away, the redness in your eyes and the bags under them were a huge sign of no sleep.

You looked around, you were in your classroom but nobody was in there, just your homeroom teacher calling out for you.

"Yes sir! I'm up, I'm up." You exclaimed into the empty room, your brother had woken up crying at exactly 2:27 am yesterday night and your parents wouldn't wake up so you had to deal with Kuragari by yourself and that lasted duntil 4:16 am when he decided to sleep. And you knew you had to wake up at 7 tomorrow so only 3 hours of sleep didn't toll well on your body.

"It's break, why are you still sleeping?" Aizawa questioned, though not making any visable facial expressions.

"I-uh, I just didn't get enough sleep. I'm okay" You said, blinking in drowsiness

Aizawa raised an eyebrow and said "Are you sure? Is there something I need to know?"

"Nah, not really. It's just my younger brother Kuragari. He's been declined by so many daycares' bescuse his quirk is too dangerous for the daycare but hes never actually used it before." You explain and Aizawa listens intently.

"He can break reality in one clap of his hands but he's so cute, he's 5 this year and me, my mother and my father have been extremely stressed about this issue because nobody can baby sit him for more then five hours before he starts to throw a fit and cry. And we have to take care of him at night and its very tiring."

Aizawa listened to your story all the way through and at the end he said, "How about we take him and we can take care of him? It's up to your parents though." Your eyes glimmered at the idea and you told him you'd ask them this evening.

That evening~~~~

"Mum, Dad. I've got news! Sensei Aizawa said he's take in Kuragari into the U.A daycare! Only if you want." You exclaimed when you got into the house and ran straight into your living room.

"Wait what?" Your father said, a hint of surprisment in his voice. "Really?" You mother said, a huge smile growing on her face.

"Yes!" You shouted with picking up your little brother and he immediately started laughing and clapping his hands together in excitement even though he had no idea what you were talking about.

A few hours later

"So what do we need to do to get Kuragari in there?" Your mother said while feeding him some food.

"Nothing, we just have to bring him in tomorrow and they take him in, look after him and there is another sweet girl called Eri in there. She's so sweet and I think they would get along together."

"Are you sure about this, honey?" Your father said to your mother

"It's a opportunity we must take. For the sake of our sleep" Your mother yawned.

Your father nodded on agreement.

"Alright then, but it's your responsibility to dress and wash him in the morning because we have work tomorrow. Fair?" Your father asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Fair" you agreed while picking up Kuragari and placing him on the couch and turning on some baby shows.

The next morning~~~~~~

You looked at a snoozing Kuragari at 6:50 am. You knew he was gonna throw a fit about waking this early but he had to get up.

You picked up the snoozing boy and cradled him in your hands, gently rubbing your finger over his forehead to wake him.

He started to fidget in your hands and kick his legs about. That's when he opened his ayes and started wailing.

"Shh, shh it's okay. I need you to wake up for me." You say as you kissed his head and put him in his baby chair.

You made his baby breakfast and ate your own, he was still glaring at you for waking him up early.

After that, you ran a bath for the two of you while he played with some of his toys.

"Kuragari." You exclaimed and he came crawling over to the bathroom with a toy car in his hand.

You undressed him and put him in the bath and you also got in. He flapped around with his bath toys in the bath, accidentally hitting you with some bubbles.

"You silly child" you sighed before taking him out and dressing him in some new clothes.

"Alright lil bro, I'm gonna carry you to school today. So climb on my back." You said while taking your keys and unlocking your front door.

You crouched down do he could climb on your back and he crawled up your back and seated himself right on your shoulders.

Off you two go to school~~~

Surprisingly you were the only two there in your class. Mean class did start at 8:20 and you two got there at 7:59 so it was pretty early.

You went to sit at your desk and then you took your brother off your head and placed him on your desk, then placed your own head on the desk, hoping for some of your own sleep.

Your promised it would 5 minutes but 5 minutes turned into 15.

Your self-consciousness was telling you to get awake and that's when you shot up awake, immediately in search for you younger brother.

"Kuragari" you said, your eyes darted across the room but all you could see were your fellow classmates crowded around something..or someone.

"Where's my brother?" You said in panic and the whole class looked at you in surprise.

"You mean this bundle of joy" Denki said as he held your smiling and laughing brother in his hands.

Your face immediately relaxed, you hadn't lost him.

"I'm so sorry guys-" you started but Mina interrupted.

"There no need to be sorry he's so cute!" She said while the rest if the class agreed with him. You went to join the classmates of yours and when he saw you he did his signature grabby hands and you picked him up.

"Bakugo saw you sleeping when he came in then me spotted your brother on his desk. He carefully just put him back on your desk and sat down."

Bakugo tsked at his desk but didn't deny it.

"What's he even doing here anyways?" Sero says as he laughs with Kuragari.

"Oh it's a long story, so-" then a door slammed open and Aizawa walked in.

"What is going here?" He questioned and everyone moved out the way of Kuragari and Aizawa had one look at the child and back at you and he knew you two were siblings.

Kuragari on the other hand started to cry at the old grizzled man and immediately started to grab onto Deku's shirt.

"Sorry man, he's a bit grumpy. I'll take him out." You say to deku and he waves it off completely fine.

When you walk out of the room, Aizawa walked out as well.

"Sorry sensei, he's just-"

"Yeah yeah, I know. Let's just get him in the daycare and we can start lessons" Aizawa said and the two of you walked to the daycare in silence.

You dropped him off to the daycare in silence where he met Eri and they got along together.

The two of you walked back together to class in silence before Aizawa said. "He looks like you".

"Really?" You say, surprised at the comment.

"Yeah, I bet he's a hard one to deal with."

"Oh he is" you say, enjoying the small talk.

"I can see where he gets it from" he says and you accidentally let out a chuckle.

You knew you had a good teacher.

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emmab3mma · 7 months

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'love notes' izuku midoriya x f!reader

IZUKU MIDORIYA x FEMALE READER

SFW OCTOBER! - DAY 2 - LOVE NOTES (yes i changed it cause i couldnt write lap pillow shut up) - prompt list

wc: 237

izuku loved you, oh how much he loved you. another thing he loved was giving you little notes.

When you went to U.A., he would leave little notes in your locker; ‘have a good day!’ he’d write, always signing it ‘izu’ with his signature smiley face. he’d always manage to sneak a little note into your notebooks, pencil pouch, backpack, wherever he could. He just wanted to remind you he was there. when he’d leave for missions or internships, or really any time you two were apart, he always texted you. random messages from him pop up on your phone during the day. ‘i love you ! :)’, ‘i miss you :(‘, or random tiktoks. those ones that say ‘send this to the prettiest girl you know’ or something you like.

he wasnt the only one writing notes, though. writing him notes was one of your favorite things. not during class though, especially when All Might was teaching. he’d give you the biggest glare if you passed him a note during All Might’s class.

when you two were married in the future, you two had a game. a game of hiding notes. you’d go to the bathroom and find a small note on the door when you shut it, you’d find one in your laptop. sometimes you would go to his agency while he was out and leave small notes in his office, or in his hero gear.

A/N: okay, i know im late and i'm so sorry! I'm a teacher who has no respect for her time 😭. I shouldnt be late next week, as it’s my district's fall break. Most of my October / kinktober posts will be short drabbles.

#x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x f!reader #izuku midoriya #deku #bnha #mha #izuku x reader #deku x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #fluff #fanfic #kinktober 2023 #sfw

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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"You know I love you right?" With aizawa please !!!! maybe pining reader instead of established relationship?

yurrr!!!!! i figured you wanted SFW bc you didn't specify otherwise, if not resend and I shall re do :3

At its best hindsight tends to offer a lot of useful illumination, though at its worst it is able to make everyone look like an oblivious idiot.

Truth be told Aizawa isn't sure what comes over him, he's level headed, he tends not to worry even at the worst of times. He knows this is your job, he knows better than anyone how badly you can get hurt doing this sort of work. You're no stranger to bumps and bruises, and usually that thought puts him at ease. He isn't sure, maybe the way you hit that building looked nasty, the way you let out a gurgled sort of half grunt half sob as you hit the ground, the way you held your ribs as you rolled over onto the pavement, or the way the rock of the building crumbled and fell to the ground around you...any of those things could have made his stomach churn. He certainly isn't heartless, he feels remorse every time someone is hurt in a fight, he feels worry too, though usually not so intensely. You were good friends too, Hizashi was always trying to tell Aizawa you were sweet on him, he didn't see it himself but he would be lying if he didn't preen a bit at the thought.

He wasn't considering that now though, and he wasn't considering the drinks you'd had together the night before, the way you leaned over the table to talk to him, the way Hizashi kicked him underneath it when your hand brushed his wrist, or the way you lingered at your door after they walked you home. The realization dawned on him as he and Hizashi walked home, maybe he did care for you, that same realization was cast aside the moment catastrophe struck and hadn't been considered since. All he was thinking about now was your eyes, the way you laughed at his dry and somber jokes, the subtle kick in your step, your hair, the softness of your skin every time you found a reason to touch him, and the way you said his name.

"Holy shit that looks like it hurt." Nemuri materializes beside him somehow, maybe she had always been there, but is just now choosing to snap him back to Earth. "Should we go get them?"

Aizawa looks between you, Nemuri, and the retreating villain. You hadn't gotten up, you were still curled onto the ground, he could see you rubbing your head with one hand, the other cradling your ribs. "You get them, I'll handle this. Send anyone else you find my way."

He regrets it the moment he says it, as soon as he turns away from your body on the street his stomach lurches painfully.

"Are you sure?" Nemuri blinks at him, "you look...different than usual. I can handle the villain, I'm sure Vlad and the others are kicking around out there somewhere."

"I'm sure." What he isn't sure about is why he can get it out that he wants to stay with you.

"Just..come with me to check them out."

Nemuri was a lot of things, most pointedly she was intuitive. He gets to you before she does.

"Are you alright?" He puts a hand on your shoulder and you roll over.

"Shota," You squint at him, like the sunlight burns your eyes, you probably have a concussion. "I've been better. I'll live, go deal with that freakshow."

He doesn't want to, for the first time in a long time he feels...petulant, like a child, he wants to hold firm to his spot, to stay glued to you until you make it to a hospital. But his brain is telling him to turn and go like always, to entrust you to his colleague and go where he's needed, just like he would for anyone else.

"Can you stand?" Nemuri's voice spurs him on, he nods as if to leave, but he can't help but linger on you.

"Shota they need you." You urge him away. Something sits in his throat, he can't swallow it down, nor can he spit it out, and it's heavy it makes his face feel warm. Between that and the way you look he has no choice but to linger, "I-" and it starts to crawl out, but it's pulled back down to the pit in his stomach just as quickly and twice as painful.

"Shota it's going to be okay." Nemuri is checking you out, poking and proding for breaks or blood. Your voice is weak and gravely, the pain had made you cry, he could tell from the clean streaks on your otherwise dirty face, but you said his name with so much care and earnest, as if he was the one laying broken on the pavement.

"I'll come find you as soon as this is over. Call me, text me where you're heading." By the grace of some higher power he can tear his eyes away from you long enough to shoot off into the distance, in the general direction of all the commotion.

It takes barely seconds for it to dawn on him. The way you looked up at him last night, the way you looked up at him just then. He thought about you, the things he always thought about, the way your neck curved smoothly to the delicate arch of your shoulder, the short and soft looking hairs on the nape of your neck and the way your fingers always found a way to them, tugging and twirling them as you thought. He realized this is probably what love feels like, that this had gone beyond a pleasant adoration..or a casual admiration of your figure. He could note small, minute things, things that should mean nothing to him if you didn’t. But these things made his heart get a little tighter in his chest. The way your eyes felt on him, the length of your eyelashes, the pout to your lip, and the seemingly perfect bridge of your nose, who else but a man in love would consider these things? He scoffs at himself, and decides to make the fight to come as quick as possible. If anyone notices his rushing they don't mention it.

When he finds you after the fact, just like he promises he would the feeling hits him like a wave, it is equally disorienting as it is eye opening.

"Shota, you came?" You seem surprised, to be fair he'd never come to you at a time like this before. He'd called and sent dinner to your room when you ended up in this sort of pickle before, but he'd never shown face and certainly not this quickly.

"I said I would."

"I figured you meant like..tomorrow?"

"How are you feeling?" He asks, because that was the other thing about you that was lovely, your voice, it was like whistling birds, like evening thrush, like melting honey, it was gooey and sweet and bright and warm like dark brown velvet and down feathers and perfect warm sunshine. It was nice to hear it normally, not gravelly or impaired with pain. He thinks about all the times he's called you with a question that could have been a text.

"I broke my ribs." You lean into the pillows, your middle was pretty heavily bandaged, your left arm was in a sling and you were littered with bandages, some already bleeding through. "I'm hopped up on pain meds though so I feel great. Say, are you alright? You seem flighty."

"I'm fine. I'm just..I was worried I guess. Looked like he really hurt you back there." He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, and though you look surprised at the sudden closeness you don't say anything. "I'm glad the damage isn't too bad."

"Me too." You nod, "thanks.."

You sit in silence for a while, he's looking down at you, like he's studying you, like he's never seen you before or like he'll never see you again. It wasn't an inquisitive gaze though, it was almost warm, appreciative even. He was looking to enjoy not to remember, it seemed like he already did.

"Shota, are you okay?" You ask again, "I'm not hurt so bad, you know I'm just drama-"

"Hey, you know I love you, right?"

You laugh, a nervous, fluttering noise. He realizes he even likes that. "I love you too Shota...we're good friends, thanks for taking care of me..."

"That's good..but I don't mean it like that. I know everyone is always giving you a hard time about me. I just...want you to know I feel the same way." He looks up to the corner where the ceiling meets the walls. "I didn't realize I was always..thinking it and never saying it. I'm in love with you. I want to...be with you. If I'm misunderstanding, tell me."

"You're...not." You feel warm, you're half way tempted to take of your heart monitor incase your pulse spiked or something. "I do love you. I figured you didn't feel that way. What brought all this on?"

"I don't know." He confesses, "i saw you last night, I guess it all dawned on me then and then I saw you get hurt and I...saw you." He shrugs, "I just realized I was always...looking at you, looking for you. I felt so worried when you got hurt." He's looking down at you again.

"It felt like I had left something unsaid, when you hit the ground and I assumed the worst..it was like my brain and my body were going separate ways and it all hit me at once. Like it was obvious this whole time." He shakes his head a bit, "I've probably loved you for a long time. It feels like I've been looking at you like this forever. I don't know why I didn't put it all together sooner."

You laugh again, confident now. "Me either." Your right hand reaches up to his shirt and you pull him downwards, "but I'm glad it all got sorted."

He's happy to kiss you, and happy to feel your hand on his face. It was a good kiss, warm and lingering. It spoke for itself, you were just as relieved with the feeling as he was, glad to have let it out in the open. You both felt 10 tons lighter from it.

"I hate to say I'm glad that villain hurled me into a wall." You joke, nudging his shoulder with your good hand.

"Don't say things like that." He scoffs, "when are you out of here?"

"I'm just waiting for some new bandages and wound wash." You shrug, "hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning."

"I'll come keep an eye on you." His hand is resting on your waist, his thumb dragging up and down your stomach.

"You don't have to go to the trouble. I can-"

"I want to. " He cuts you off, "I want to. Please let me come with you."

You preen a bit, "you wanna take care of me?"

In a moment of uncharacteristic earnest he nods, "I want to stay with you." He's glad to be free of the lump in his throat, and pit in his stomach.

"I guess I can't say no then."

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha hc #bnha x reader #sfw #eraserhead x reader #im ignoring nemuri's fate she has plot armor to me #bc i have a crush on her

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