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iheartdabihawks · 27 days
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i love seeing posts where its dabi and hawks but its switched in a way where
people think dabi is the stone cold silent type while hawks talks talks talks and loves people when IN REALITY
dabi his theater kid attention lacking ass goes public w his shit and is a dramatic mf while
hawks has been shoved in the spotlight too often too much and needs to be nonverbal sometimes and genuinely hates doing flashy things because its too much work
que dabi mumbling to hawks about the shit he went through when he was homeless like "this drunk girl just kept crying on me!" and hawks laying on dabi on tummy cooing to show hes listening <333
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gatobrujoart · 2 years
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Let's rest for a moment my love.
I only wish for them to be calm and happy.
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🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞
Hawks wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten himself into this situation.
Actually, that was a lie...
Weeks of stolen glances and indirect flirting was what had landed the pro hero here, trapped with his back against a wall, caged in by the long arms of a serial arsonist.
To be fair, when Hawks had received Dabi’s text not thirty minutes prior, saying ‘meet me at the bar,’ this wasn’t exactly how he’d pictured things unfolding.
Most of his impromptu meetings with Dabi had been all business, making it next to impossible for him to garner any new information about the League of Villains. That’s why he’d been shocked to see the lanky villain come stumbling through the front door of the bar, looking like something the cat dragged in.
Dabi’s appearance was rough, even on a good day, with his badly damaged skin, mussed black hair, and a machine shop’s worth of metal sticking out of his face. Between the piercings and the staples, he literally sparkled, all while sporting a poor man’s wardrobe of ripped t-shirts, jeans, and a single pair of combat boots that were beat to shit. Underneath it all, he had a roguish charm which no one could seem to explain, but that wasn’t enough to disguise the fact that he was wasted.
Hawks’ second thought was geared toward himself, and what a horrible friend he was. Not that he and Dabi were friends, per se, more like friendly acquaintances. They’d gotten as close as two people who were constantly lying through their teeth possibly could. Their once tense, sarcastic back-and-forths had become easygoing and flirtatious over time, in what had seemed like a very natural progression. Hawks had fantasized about having sex with the villain on more than one occasion, but the solemn reminder that he would betray him one day was usually enough to snap him out of it. If he happened to be left with a hard-on, then he would simply jerk off before rolling over in bed to pretend like he hadn’t.
There was no rolling over now, though, no running away from the problem that was standing right in front of him.
Dabi swayed on his feet and reached out to grab the edge of the bar for support.
“Heya, Hot Stuff...” Hawks silently cursed himself for sounding more concerned than enthused, “What’s up? Why’d you wanna meet?”
“Upstairs. My room. Now,” the villain said, slurring every other word as he glowered at his companion with crazed blue eyes.
Hawks had never been invited into Dabi’s room before and he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about this sudden development. Could it be a trap? Was Dabi testing him? Had he found out that Hawks was a double agent? Or was he just high out of his mind and spewing crap?
He smiled while holding up his hands in the universal sign of surrender, “Whoa, hey, where’s the fire?” He asked jokingly.
“It’s going to be up your ass in a minute if you don’t listen to me.”
“Yikes,” the blonde chuckled, “Alright, I’m going, I’m going.” Hawks slid off of his stool and walked toward the back of the bar. Although he’d never been allowed on the second floor, he was familiar with the narrow hallway that led to the stairs and the cramped bathroom, where he’d once touched himself to the thought of Dabi bending him over the sink...
He brushed the memory aside, choosing to consider all the things that could possibly go wrong during this meeting instead. Dabi could try to catch him in a lie or, worse, just flat out roast him. Either way, Hawks wasn’t looking forward to it. His mind continued to race as he made his way up the stairs, before following Dabi’s murmured directions to open the first door on the left.
The bedroom was dark, but he could make out the shape of a mattress on the floor, covered by nothing other than a thin white sheet. A milk crate beside the mattress was being used as a makeshift nightstand, with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a glass ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts sitting on top. The air smelled of stale smoke and the only light was coming from a closed window with a fire escape on the outside. At least if Dabi turned on him, he would be able to jump through the glass and flee into the night sky.
He fought the urge to sharpen his feathers as Dabi closed the door behind them, and he’d nearly lashed out at the hand that grabbed his shoulder before shoving him none too gently against the wall.
And THAT is how he’d come to find himself in his current predicament, with one of Japan’s most dangerous criminals looming over him.
“What the hell are you— mmph!”
He’s shocked when Dabi’s mouth is suddenly on his, swallowing his words and making him forget all about the discomfort of having his wings crushed behind him. He can taste the cheap whiskey on Dabi’s breath, can feel himself getting drunk on it as the taller man works a thigh between his legs to rub against his already half-hard cock. His heart starts pounding like crazy and he can hear the blood roaring in his ears, like an echo of the ocean.
Dabi makes a quiet sound, not unlike a moan, and Hawks reaches out to rest a hand on his chest before gently pushing him away, “Hey man, what’s gotten into you?” He hopes that the feigned irritation in his voice is enough to conceal his breathlessness, “I think you’ve had one too many.”
Dabi smirks while licking his lips, making it impossible for Hawks to look away, “No need to be so gallant, hero. I know what I’m doing.” He sneers without stumbling over a single word.
Hawks quirks a brow, struggling to save face as his cock twitches impatiently against the villain’s thigh, “And what if I don’t swing that way, huh?”
“I may be ugly, but I’m not stupid. I’ve seen how you look at me whenever you think I’m not paying attention.”
Hawks wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. He pretends to study the staples on Dabi’s chin just long enough to collect his thoughts.
He swallows, then takes a deep breath,
“I don’t think you’re ugly.”
He jumps when Dabi reaches to feel the indisputable evidence of his arousal through the fabric of his cargo pants. His wings twitch and he groans while snatching at the front of Dabi’s stained t-shirt, hunching forward until his forehead is resting against the other man’s shoulder.
“I know, pretty bird,” Dabi hums, sending shivers down his spine, “You couldn’t lie to me even if you wanted to.”
The irony of his words isn’t lost on Hawks.
He could lie, alright, but not about this. He wanted to have sex with Dabi.
If only his handlers from the Commission could see him now—their precious golden boy who never failed or questioned the rules—clinging to his sworn enemy as if for dear life. They were the ones who had driven him to this point, after all, insisting that he get close to his target by any means necessary.
“How much longer do you plan to keep me waiting, hm?”
Dabi’s raspy voice so close to his ear is enough to distract him from his thoughts.
“I know you want this, birdie.”
He bites down on his lip to stifle a moan as long, dexterous fingers start palpating his cock until he’s fully hard.
“Yes...” Hawks says tersely, “But you’re the one who’s drunk and high. Are you sure that you want this?”
Dabi scoffs a laugh and rolls his hips to grind the bulge in the front of his jeans against Hawks’ hip, affirming that, yes, he did in fact want this.
Hawks can’t help but be impressed by the size of that bulge.
“Don’t worry about me, birdie. If I have any regrets, I’ll deal with them in the morning.”
Such a nonchalant answer. He envied how easy it was for Dabi to make reckless lifestyle choices; to indulge in whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Hawks deserved to indulge in something that he wanted for once, too.
Throwing caution to the wind, he tilts his head back and captures Dabi’s mouth in a kiss, sucking roughly on his scarred bottom lip. This seems to catch the villain by surprise and he tenses before gradually relaxing again, resting his hands on Hawks’ hips and melting against him in a desperate attempt to erase every last inch of space between their bodies. They fit together nicely, like two pieces cut from the same cloth.
Hawks can feel the liquid heat coursing through Dabi’s veins. It penetrates his heavy flight jacket and makes him sweat. He shrugs his shoulders and thins out his wings, sending feathers flying around the room until his jacket is free to slide down the wall and onto the floor. Meanwhile, he uses his hands to unbutton Dabi’s jeans, scrambling to unzip his fly before tugging the waistband of his boxers down to touch the head of his large cock, which was already leaking pre-cum.
He savors Dabi’s reaction, his sharp intake of breath and the impatient thrust of his hips. Hungry for more, Hawks pulls his boxers down further until his finger tips graze the underside of his shaft. The feeling of something metallic gives him pause, and he breaks the kiss in order to look down.
“Holy shit,” he laughs, “Your dick is pierced!”
Dabi grabs his chin, forcing him to lift his head, “Sure is, little bird,” his voice is low, husky, and he leans in close enough for Hawks to feel his words vibrating against his lips, “Just imagine how good these barbells are gonna feel rubbing against your insides.”
He does, and it makes him weak in the knees.
His thoughts must be written clearly on his face because Dabi smirks at him, “Good birdie. Now go get on the mattress.”
Hawks makes quick work of removing the rest of his clothes, tugging his skintight shirt off over his head before unbuckling his belt. He glances over his shoulder while pushing his pants down, suddenly self-conscious of being completely naked in front of Dabi. Hawks knew that he was considered to be attractive, by most standards, but he had a long history of meaningless hookups with people whose opinions he’d never cared about. Whereas he actually kinda cared about Dabi’s opinion, or so he was starting to realize.
What if the villain thought he was too stocky, or too short? Little did Hawks know that Dabi was struggling with his own insecurities and, if he’d been able to hear half of what was going on inside the avian’s head, he probably would have smacked him—HIM, the golden boy with the body of a Greek god.
Dabi despised his own body.
Intoxicated or not, he was reluctant to let Hawks see him without a shirt on, as few people had ever laid eyes on the extent of his patchwork skin. He takes his time kicking off his boots while considering how he should proceed. He’d be severely disappointed if he got undressed, only to scare the hero away, and he knew that alcohol wouldn’t be enough to temper the sting of rejection.
Dabi had never handled rejection well.
Hawks had said that he didn’t think him ugly, but had he meant it? Or was he just looking to get his dick wet? The villain wasn’t sure.
It was almost funny how the two bold and brazen men were suddenly so shy around each other.
“How do you, uh...how do you want me, Hot Stuff?” Hawks turns his face away to hide his blush as he lingers in front of the mattress. It had been a while since he’d last had sex with a man, but there was a box of toys hidden underneath his bed which helped keep him loose. He had a habit of fantasizing about Dabi whenever he used them, though he now knew that his brightly colored, silicone replicas paled in comparison to the real deal, with its piercings and thick shaft.
Dabi gets caught up in admiring the contours of Hawks’ toned back, with his beautifully tanned skin, and the light dusting of freckles between his shoulder blades. He was gorgeous, mouthwateringly so.
“Dabi?”
“Huh?” He blinks and finds Hawks staring at him. He really needed to get his shit together if he was going to remain in control of this situation. He was the one who had dragged the hero upstairs in a heated rush, after all.
So much for his drunken and opiate-fueled bravado.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He snaps.
Any other position seemed too personal, too intimate.
Hawks peels off his black boxer briefs, then obediently does as he’s told, presenting his ass to the man who should have been his mortal enemy. The springs in the old mattress creak beneath his weight as he gets comfortable.
“Good birdie.” Dabi purrs, regaining some of his confidence when he notices Hawks ruffle his feathers. Did the number two pro hero have a praise kink?
It would certainly make sense if he did.
No longer worried about taking his clothes off, Dabi moves to kneel on the mattress behind Hawks, and it once again groans in protest. He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans to retrieve his wallet, where he kept condoms and packets of lube. He’d had enough sloppy, back alley fucks with random men and women to know that it was best to always be prepared.
He places a silvery square between his teeth to rip it open, and the sound must resonate with Hawks because he lowers his head while clenching his ass cheeks around nothing.
Dabi smirks as he rolls the condom onto his cock, “Someone seems eager.”
Hawks bites his tongue to stop himself from confessing how long he’d secretly been dreaming about this moment. He’d never thought that Dabi would reciprocate his interest, and yet, here they were, getting ready to do it doggy-style.
Next, Dabi tears into the lube, and then squirts some onto his fingers.
The second that Hawks feels one of the villain’s slick, bony digits prodding at his ass, he inhales a shuddered breath. Dabi even reaches around with one hand to fist his dick, which was steadily leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Hawks had a nice dick. It was well groomed, just like the rest of him—fitting for a hero.
“Oh, fuck...” Hawks moans, crimson feathers ruffling again as he shamelessly bucks his hips, fucking Dabi’s hand before pressing back against the finger that was slowly penetrating him.
“That’s it, just relax.” Dabi murmurs, almost surprised with himself for being so gentle. Although he was loath to admit it, he’d fantasized about having sex with Hawks before, but in his mind, their interaction had always been ruthless, with kisses full of teeth and no time for lube. Was he getting soft for this overgrown chicken?
No, no, he was just more of a gentleman than he’d ever given himself credit for.
“Dabi!” Hawks gasps when Dabi adds a second finger to gently scissor him open.
“Deep breaths, pretty bird.”
The avian suddenly spreads his wings, reacting to the delicious sensation of Dabi curling his fingers in search of his prostate. And, when Dabi finally hits that tender spot, while simultaneously squeezing his cock, Hawks moans loud enough for the entire block to hear him.
Dabi didn’t even care if the others overheard them. He was the only one in the League who was getting any—from a fine piece of ass, no less—so let them all be jealous. Let them all listen to the lewd sounds of him screwing hero society’s finest.
Hawks pants like a bitch in heat as he starts fucking himself back on Dabi’s fingers, desperate for more stimulation. Being the kind, understanding soul that he was, Dabi adds a third finger, until it seems like Hawks is finally stretched out enough to handle his cock.
Hawks whines at the loss of contact when Dabi slowly withdraws his fingers. A few more good pumps from both ends and he would have been a dribbling mess at the villain’s feet, but his gorgeous, pierced manhood seemed worth the wait. He takes a few steadying breaths, then glances over his shoulder just in time to watch as Dabi grabs his ass and spreads his cheeks wide.
Dabi lets out a low whistle, smirking when he notices Hawks’ hole twitch.
“Please fuck me, Dabi. God, my cock is throbbing, please...” He says, voice barely above a whisper.
Dabi had never heard Hawks beg before, but he quickly decides that he likes it. Unable to stave off his own carnal desires any longer, he slides his dick between Hawks’ cheeks before easing the tip inside of him. The squelch from the lubricant is like music to his ears.
“Shit...you’re so big.” Hawks whimpers as he claws at the sheets. He was glad that his talons hadn’t grown in for mating season yet, otherwise he probably would have shredded the mattress. He’s able to feel each rung on the villain’s Jacob’s ladder stretching his rim as he slowly sinks inside of him. Hawks had banged some big dudes before, but Dabi’s cock surpassed all of them.
Or maybe he only felt that way because it was Dabi, and everything Dabi did, everything about him, was out of this world.
“Fuck, birdie, you’ve gotta relax a lil’ more.” Dabi grunts when he finds himself unable to go any deeper, “You’re too tight.”
“S-sorry.” Hawks weakly flaps his wings, and that’s when his companion gets an idea.
His feathers were sensitive. This was one of the first things that Dabi had noticed about Hawks after weeks of careful observation. He could harden or soften them at will, and they seemed to be full of delicate nerve endings, which allowed him to be completely in tune with his surroundings.
Dabi activates his quirk, and Hawks hisses when the hand with a firm hold on his hip sears his skin, though he doesn’t shy away from the fire user’s touch. He liked it, the pain felt good.
He is startled, however, when Dabi cards his opposite hand through the rows of vermilion feathers on his left wing.
Hawks screams, and his vision flashes white.
It takes a moment for him to get his bearings after that, “Sh-sh-shit...do that again...” He stammers.
Dabi smirks, already able to feel his cock sliding deeper. He does it again, only this time, he grabs the corded muscle at the base of Hawks’ wing and digs his nails into the small feathers there, earning another sharp cry of pleasure from Hawks.
Hawks hangs his head, trembling, and barely able to keep himself up on all fours with Dabi now fully seated inside of him.
“Are you ready, pretty bird?” The villain asks softly, while trailing a hand through the pool of sweat which had formed on Hawks’ lower back, “I’m going to ruin you now.”
Ruin him? Hawks shudders, “I’m ready.”
Dabi leans back, then gets a firm grip on Hawks’ hips. He’d been wanting to do this for a very, very long time...
He pulls out, almost all the way, then immediately thrusts back in.
Slam!
Hawks chokes.
Dabi sets a punishing pace, and he doesn’t stop, not even when the fire in his belly threatens to consume him. “Fuck! You feel amazing!” He snarls, head lolling backwards as he snaps his hips without mercy, getting lost in the feeling of Hawks’ hot, tight insides massaging his cock.
“Da-ah-ah-bi!”
Hawks couldn’t speak, asides from the broken ramblings of Dabi’s name. He could hardly breathe, and so he simply resigns himself to enjoying the ride. A knot forms in his abdomen, but he doesn’t find any relief from the tension until Dabi drapes himself across his back and reaches around to start jerking him off again, shallowly fucking into him all the while.
This was, by far, the best sex that Hawks had ever had in his life. Most people didn’t have the gall to handle a pro hero like a god damn rag doll, but Dabi wasn’t most people.
“Dabi! Dabi, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”
“Then cum, pretty bird,” He sneers, “Sing for me. Let it all out.”
Even if Dabi hadn’t been squeezing his cock just right, he’s powerless to stop the violent, toe-curling orgasm that crashes into him like a ton of bricks. The knot inside his gut snaps, and he sees white again as he empties his load onto Dabi’s bed. He’s still panting the villain’s name as Dabi chases his own release, sloppily rutting his hips until he finally explodes inside of the condom—and oh, how Hawks wished there was no thin film of latex between them.
Dabi growls a string of curses, still weakly humping Hawks as they both come down from their high.
“D-Dabi,” Hawks sputters after a while, “M’not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you can fly, huh?”
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moonshine1999 · 2 years
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I love this shit too fucking much
And no fic author, I did not expect to learn about bird anatomy today, or ever really!
(But anyways here's it fics if wanna read :D
—·⟩ https://archiveofourown.org/series/1821046 ⟨·— )
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raynbowunicorn · 2 years
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puppyaulait · 7 months
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Todofamily if Rei got a divorce part 1- (part 2)
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kleftiko · 1 year
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❦ PRO HEROES/VILLAINS FAVOURITE POSITIONS
cw: mature, gn!reader
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—aizawa
you on top. 100%. no debate. not only because he’s always tired, but because he wants to look up to you like the deity you are. he wants you to take control, use him to make you feel good. he does not think he deserves you, but he would do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. that’s his favourite position, but if you want anything else, he moves in a snap.
—hawks
missionary. now, this position is incredible when you’re in love, for hook ups its meh. despite his flirty attitude, he absolutely adores you. he wants to hold you close, admire your pleasure stricken face, and kiss you all over. he wants you all to himself, all day, every day. and when your fingers trail up his back, dragging across his shoulder blades and wings meet, it has him shaking.
—dabi
doggy style. man has trust issues, commitment issues, intimacy issues, you name it, he has it. he can’t look at your face, the haze in your eyes from pleasure and love are too much for him. give him time, be patient, and he will come around. but there’s nothing like the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts into you that will always hold the title of his favourite thing.
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mielplante · 10 months
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hotwings kissing to cope with the latest mha chapters ah-ah
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touyasdoll · 7 months
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Hold On
pairing: Touya Todoroki x f!reader x Keigo Takami; poly!DabiHawks x f!reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: reader is being physically restrained for the sake of pleasure, restraints, biting, teasing, oral (f!receiving), orgasm control, overstimulation, please let me know if I missed any ❤️
notes: boy oh boy I hope this position makes sense lmao I struggled to describe it, but basically Hawks is functioning as a set of stirrups.
basically: you are at your boyfriends' mercy, but touy & kei are merciless menaces ❤️
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"Quit squirmin'," Touya warns you as he lifts his head from between your thighs, which is already a sopping mess of his saliva and your own arousal. "Hold her tighter."
"She's gettin' hard to hang on to," Keigo chuckles and it's a soft, melodic noise in your ear. "I don't know if she'll make it through another one."
Your hands are currently bound in front of you by a long, silk red ribbon, which keep your wrists tied tightly together. Your sweat drenched back slips and slides against the blonde's bare, chiseled chest as he sits with his winged back up against the padded velvet headboard of the bed.
His ankles are intertwined with your own, each leg threaded through yours in a way to keep you wide open and at Touya's mercy while his hands are busy keeping the rest of you still, though his hand wanders to caress your breasts and gently tease your nipples.
"She will," the ivory haired man says confidently before he dives back in, tongue lapping at your clit, which had taken oh so much from both of them already.
The motion is tender, but it still feels so, so good. Too good. Each pass of his tongue across the extra sensitive bundle of nerves illicits a whimper from you. Your thighs try to move on their own, attempting to slam shut despite how Keigo has you pried open.
"Touya," you whine softly, fingers knitting into his mussed hair to tug as you try in vain to move your hips even just a little, desperate to fuck his face the way you want to.
"Yes, doll?" He smirks against your thigh, taking your flesh beneath his teeth.
"Fuck you," you huff, frustation bubbling as the crescendo of your budding orgasm begins dwindling away.
He responds with his teeth again, biting hard enough to leave a mark this time, but the pain is coupled with Keigo's tongue sliding over the pulse in your neck, making you gasp while your body bows as far as his hold will allow.
"We're gonna, sweet thing, but we're gonna keep having our fun with you first," the hero whispers in your ear.
His fingers ghost along the center of your torso, trailing between the valley of your breasts, straight down your stomach, and over your mound to dip his fingers between your folds. His ring and middle finger find your clit, drawing it in slow circles while Touya's tongue spears your center.
"Fuck," you moan, eyes rolling back as you try to move your hips again and Keigo lets you.
He unwinds his legs to allow you to grind against their touch, hips bucking as Touya's tongue laves deliciously between your thighs and he moans directly into your center.
"You only get to cum when I say you can cum, you got that, gorgeous?" Keigo coos in your ear, his voice much sweeter than his devious intentions.
"Please," you gasp, hips rolling against Touya's face as his tongue alternates between swirling inside of you and adding pressure to Keigo's consistent, but gentle ministrations.
It isn't sending you rocketing towards a violent end, but rather letting you ascend the staircase to oblivion step by step, leading you to a glorious precipice that you don't think you'll have a choice but to step right off of when you reach the top.
"Tell the man that you understand," Touya growls seductively against your pulsing pussy, lapping at the juices that spill out before his tongue vigorously impales you again.
"I understand! I understand," you pant, eyes screwing shut as Keigo ups the pressure, circling his fingers faster to urge you up the steps leading to your demise.
"Good girl," Keigo purrs, taking the lobe of your ear into his mouth to suck. "It'll all be worth it. I wouldn't lie to you, baby."
Your body feels wrung dry. Between the two of them they'd taken countless orgasm from you already. Through tears, convulsions, and screams over overwhelming pleasure, they had ripped one after another from your shaking form.
But the coil is curling up once again, promising to expel whatever is left within you when it finally snaps. The pressure start to build at a steady pace, sending your mind into a tizzy.
Keigo's palm cups your breast, soft fingers tugging at your nipple as his erection prods at your ass, the sweat between your bodies making the smooth skin of his length slip against you as your writhe.
He groans in your ear, sinful sounds depositing into your psyche as his fingers move faster still, working in tandem with the half crazed lashing's of Touya's tongue while your cunt muffles the noises leaving his lungs as he grinds his leaking cock against the mattress.
"Kei," you warn him in a whisper.
It's all the volume you can manage, but he shushes you, though his voice is taut. He wants to give it to you just as much as you need to take it, but he makes you wait. They always make you wait.
Holding on seems like an impossibility, but you know that the magnitude of the wave that will inevitably crash over you will pale in comparison to what you're feeling right now, so you hang on.
Your heels dig in and you squirm, starting to wriggle away from them until Keigo's arm slips around your middle to keep you from escaping even a single sensation of what they're doing to you.
Your fingers knit tight into Touya's hair, tugging harshly as you search for an outlet for all the energy bubbling up within you, screaming for a way out. He only moans louder in response to the pain as it heightens his own pleasure. You swear you can feel his smirk as he continues devouring you.
"Cum for us, angel," Keigo whispers.
Your eyes snap open as an inhuman noise tears from your lungs. All that pent up energy claws it's way up your throat and tears through your limbs as your body bends and bows every which way.
Tears roll over your cheeks as your vision goes white and you are absolutely blinded by pure, unadulterated bliss. You are only vaguely aware of the presence of your two tormentors, who coax your through the experience while offering hushed words of praise as their eyes greedily drink in the sight.
"Can't," you murmur once you still, save for the aftershocks that aren't quite through with you yet. "Can't anymore."
Touya chuckles as he crawls over you, even the dip of the mattress making sparks fly across your skin as his swollen tip taps against your slick inner thigh.
"But, doll," he says innocently. "We haven't even filled you up yet."
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thank you for reading <3 likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated ❤️
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doumadono · 1 month
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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
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♡ Dabi ♡
Dabi, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor, brushes off Valentine's Day as insignificant. "It's just another day," he grumbles when you inquire about plans, his gaze fixed on something distant.
Despite his indifference towards the holidays of any kind, Dabi ensures that you feel loved every day. He might not express it verbally, but through his actions, like a gentle touch or a shared glance, he conveys his affection.
Dabi, surprisingly in touch with emotions, recognizes that you might have different expectations for Valentine's Day. "I get it, you want some romantic crap. Fine," he reluctantly admits, acknowledging the importance it holds for you.
Instead of traditional gifts, Dabi puts thought into finding something unique that resonates with you. It could be a rare book, a piece of artwork, or an item related to your hobbies. "I figured you'd like this better than some cliché crap, doll," he remarks.
During the day, Dabi might express his affection in subtle ways. A brush of his fingers against yours, a lingering glance, a warm hug, a rare smile or a shared cigarette.
Dabi, not one for grand gestures, suggests spending quality time together. "We can do whatever you want."
Dabi prefers low-key activities, so he suggests a casual day out rather than an extravagant date. It could be a stroll through a less crowded part of town or a visit to a place that holds personal significance.
Dabi values private moments over public displays of affection. He might pull you aside for a quiet conversation or a shared moment away from prying eyes, kissing you passionatelly in an alley after picking the order from your favourite restaurant.
In the evening, Dabi might create a quiet, intimate atmosphere. He pulls you close, whispering, "I'm not good with words, but you know what you mean to me, right?" His actions speak louder than any declaration.
The evening is peaceful, just the two of you, enjoying each other's company without the need for excessive words.
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♡ Shigaraki ♡
Shigaraki openly expresses his disdain for Valentine's Day, dismissing it as a celebration that glorifies something horrific. "It's just a stupid, commercialized excuse to sell crap. I don't get the hype," he grumbles.
Despite his aversion, when he notices your excitement for the occasion, Shigaraki chooses to bite his tongue.
In a rare show of consideration, Shigaraki instructs Kurogiri to order a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the local florist. This act of embracing the holiday, even reluctantly, is his way of showing that he cares about your happiness.
"I don't get why people like this crap, but if it makes you happy, I'm willing to change my mind."
Shigaraki, true to his personality, prefers a minimalist celebration. Instead of grand gestures, he might suggest a quiet evening or a simple dinner, keeping the focus on the two of you without succumbing to excessive sentimentality.
He ensures that all the League of Villains members are assigned unexpected additional missions, even though they may express their discontent. Shigaraki wants to spend this day with you only.
As the day progresses, Shigaraki might quietly observe your joy. "You better appreciate this. I don't do this for just anyone," he remarks, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, showing that your happiness matters to him.
For the evening, Shigaraki proposes an anti-romantic movie night, selecting films that defy typical romantic clichés. "None of that sappy stuff. Let's watch something that doesn't make my teeth hurt," he suggests.
As you drift into slumber nestled in his embrace, he delicately traces patterns on your back with his pinky cautiously elevated to prevent any accidental decay. "I love you, little Y/N," he whispers, even though he's well aware that you're already lost in the realm of dreams.
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♡ Bakugo ♡
Valentine's Day, according to Bakugo, is a bothersome and superficial affair, hiding behind a facade of fake sentimentality. Ranting about the superficiality of the day, Katsuki loudly declares, "I don't need some capitalist crap to tell me when to appreciate someone, tsk!"
"It's a dumb day. Why should I care?" Initially dismissing the idea of celebrating, he flaunted his lack of interest until the sight of your disappointment shattered his nonchalant façade.
Experiencing a pang in his chest, he noticed your lower lip trembling as you tried to assure him that you didn't need to participate. Even though he often expressed his emotions through actions, he couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be different.
With a resigned sigh, he swallows his pride, extending a genuine apology. He confesses to a change of heart, "Look, I changed my damn mind. No harm in spending time together or making this stupid day special, I guess. You're important or whatever."
Bakugo, true to himself, plans unconventional celebration. "If we're gonna do this, we'll do it my goddamn way. Tsk, I heard there's a place with those damn fluffy dogs. Don't get any ideas, I just thought it might be amusing or something," he grumbles, leading you to a Shiba cafe.
Bakugo finds himself in a rare, awkward position as one of the dogs playfully jumps on him. "Stupid mutt, get off!" he protests, but you catch a fleeting, embarrassed smile as he secretly enjoys the canine attention.
As you both sip coffee surrounded by Shiba Inu companions, Bakugo, unaccustomed to public displays of affection, reaches for your hand under the table and rubs its top with his thumb while drinking his espresso.
The sheer joy on Bakugo's face as a Shiba snuggles against him is a sight to behold. He attempts to hide it with a dismissive comment, "They're just damn dogs, but whatever, they're kinda cute, I guess."
Upon arriving home, Bakugo could catch you off guard by presenting a dessert skillfully shaped like a heart. "It's stupid, but fine. You better eat it," he grumbles, a touch of pride in his eyes surfacing as you commend his cooking prowess.
As the day draws to a close, Bakugo may catch you off guard with an unforeseen tender moment – enfolding you in his sturdy arms, drawing you snugly against his robust chest. He gently massages your shoulders and plants affectionate kisses on your face. "I love you, Y/N. Make sure you never forget that," he declares, his words carrying a sincerity that transcends his usual gruff demeanor.
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♡ Shoto ♡
While Shoto may come across as indifferent to Valentine's Day, the truth is, he's like a child eagerly anticipating a visit to a candy store, envisioning a day filled with profound love shared with you.
Shoto brims with an unusual level of excitement, eager to shower you with pampering and spoils. While he typically engages in such gestures, this time, he has elaborate plans under wraps – surprises that would catch you off guard and leave you pleasantly astonished.
On Valentine's morning, you wake up to the irresistible aroma of a homemade breakfast. Shoto, armed with a chef's apron, presents a heart-shaped feast, each dish crafted with precision and love. As you enter the kitchen, he greets you with a warm smile, "Happy Valentine's Day. This is just the beginning."
Throughout the day, you discover tiny love notes strategically placed in unexpected corners. Each note holds sweet affirmations, showcasing Shoto's meticulous effort to sprinkle your day with joy.
In a quiet moment, Shoto presents you with a carefully crafted, handmade gift. It could be a piece of art, a personalized item, or something that holds sentimental value. He shyly admits, "I wanted to make something special for you. I hope you like it."
Unbeknownst to you, Shoto unveils a surprise date that surpasses all expectations. "I thought we could spend the day doing things you enjoy. It's all about making you happy." From a tranquil picnic in the park to a spontaneous dance under the stars, every moment is curated to create lasting memories.
Upon returning home, as evening approaches, Shoto unveils a cozy haven, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks. The ambiance exudes warmth, inviting you to unwind and revel in the tranquility of your shared love.
The day concludes with a handwritten love poem, penned by Shoto himself. Each line is an eloquent expression of his feelings, capturing the nuances of your connection in words as sweet as the love that binds you.
Before you retire for the night, Shoto pulls you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for being with me. Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
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♡ Hawks ♡
Upon waking up on Valentine's Day, you're greeted with a pile of gifts neatly arranged beside the bed. Hawks, unable to contain his excitement, watches for your reaction with a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe. Open them up!"
Hawks takes Valentine's Day as the ultimate opportunity to showcase his love. From breakfast in bed to surprise outings, he plans an entire day filled with over-the-top affectionate gestures. "Get ready for a day all about you, songbird."
Hawks, with his love language being gift-giving, meticulously selects each present. "I thought of everything you might like. You're worth it," he mentions as you uncover thoughtful and personalized gifts.
The day unfolds with whimsical adventures – perhaps a surprise trip to an amusement park or an impromptu picnic. Hawks is determined to make the day unforgettable.
Throughout the day, Hawks showers you with unexpected compliments. "You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he confesses.
As the day progresses, Hawks concludes with a romantic dinner, whether it's a home-cooked meal or a reservation at a fancy restaurant. "To us and many more Valentine's Days to come," he toasts, a warmth in his golden eyes.
As the day comes to a close, Hawks proposes the idea of late-night stargazing. Draped in blankets, both of you settle on the spacious balcony of his apartment. Hawks, pointing out constellations, weaves stories of the night sky. "Just us and the stars. Can't beat a moment like this, huh?"
As the day winds down, Hawks might surprise you with a midnight snack. "Can't end the day on an empty stomach. Here, your favorite, babybird," he says, presenting a thoughtful treat.
As you both drift into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms, Keigo can't help but revel in the profound happiness that washes over him. Having found the love of his life, he's determined to cherish this precious connection on a daily basis, not just during Valentine's Day.
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𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒
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Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki x Reader
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𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 decides that the moment he sees your foot stumble off the side walk and nearly fall into on going traffic while he’s walking along side you, he’ll never let you stand so close to the road ever again. “Damn airhead,” He grumbles, quickly taking a hold of your school uniform sleeve and pulling you into his side— his calloused hands taking place onto the opposite side of your hip to keep you up and steady. “You an idiot or what? ‘M sure you’d loose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck.” You softly sigh at his snarky words and roll your eyes, but still allow the blond hot head to tug you down the pathway. “There was a stone on the ground, I didn’t see it.” He sends you a side eye, a look contrasted of disbelief and annoyance before turning his attention to the sight ahead— giving the flesh of your hip a firm squeeze. “There’s no need to lie, Sweet cheeks, s’only us here. Just admit it, you’re clumsy.” Of course he’s trying to make this a competition, that’s so like him— but after the long day of training you had, you didn’t feel like humouring him any longer. “Okay, I’m clumsy. You happy now? Jerk.” You mutter in defeat, and Katsuki doesn’t even try to bite back his shit eating grin because he knows he’s already won. “Of course I am.” ‘Of course i am, and it’s only because you’re here.’ He thinks, his hand leaving your side so he can grab onto your own to tangle your fingers together and rub his thumb along your knuckles. “Now hurry up and walk faster, this date ain’t gonna… date itself.” “That doesn’t make sen—” “Shut it!”
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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 exhales loudly, tiredly lifting up one arm to swipe the back of his hand along his sweaty forehead, trying to calm his rapid breaths and pulsing heart beat. The ringing in his ears is so loud that he doesn’t hear the sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer until the tips of your shoes enter his vision while he stares at the floor, making him slowly lift his head to meet your gaze. “Here.” You extend out your arm, a cold bottle of water thrusted in front of his beet red face that he waste no time in grabbing, heaving out a small ‘thanks’ before chugging half of it. “You both did good today, take a break and we’ll continue this tomorrow!” You both turn your heads into Aizawa’s direction and wave him off, watching his back as he leaves through the gym doors. “Finally!” Shinsou drops to the floor, rolling onto his back and gazing up at the roof— patting the spot beside him, indicating you to follow through. You do so, kneeling to the ground before flipping onto your side— your elbow planted on the ground to hold your head up while you stare at his face. His chest is still heaving rapidly as he is still not quite used to training so intensely, while his eyes scan around the room— until they land on you. Shinsou pursers his lips, his nose twitches slightly in awkwardness while he try’s to rack his brain for a conversation starter. “You uh… really hit me hard today.” ‘Shit’ now he’s gone and embarrassed himself, again. He’s about to make up some lame excuses until the sound of your laughter fills his ears. His eyes find their way back to your face, watching the way your eyes flutter closed while you break out into a fit of giggles. He smiles at the sight, the sight of your smiling face makes his brain melt to mush and forget about his previous worries. ‘Oh, well, I guess this is okay.’
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𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 watches as you sit up from the couch and walk over to the other one, one that’s five feet away from the one you were sitting on previously— when you were sitting next to him. He’s baffled, eyebrows raised in surprise while he eyes you up and down. “Geez, baby, didn’t know I stunk that bad…” he jokes with an awkward chuckle, the large red wings behind him droop slightly when he doesn’t receive the reaction he was hoping for. “You do, Keigo, go shower.” Picking up the remote and flicking through the channels on the TV, you try not to let your giggle slip when you see him from the corner of your eyes, also stand up and waddle over to you— his wings sadly dragging along the floor as he does do. “That was kinda mean, my feelings are hurt now.” He pouts, taking place right in front of you— blocking your view from the show you started watching. “You’ll live.” You mutter, leaning over to the side to look past his body. Now you’re not paying attention to him, and he doesn’t like that one bit… so without warning, Keigo stalks closer until his knees are pressing up against your legs before flopping down into you with his whole weight. “You big oaf! Get off of me!” You wheeze; the weight of his body is heavy enough as is— let alone him and his freakishly large wings . “Hey! M’not big, or an oaf.” He whines back, his head falling into the crook of your neck while his body lies on top of yours, his feet dangling off the end of the arm rest— kicking happily when you sigh in defeat and tangle your hand in his hair. “See, knew you’d come around… now let’s watch that damn movie.” “Oh, shut it, Keigo. I only gave up because I had to, we will never be friends.”
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𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 already has a naturally deep and gruff voice, he knows it, you know it, every knows it. But it’s still a pleasant surprise to hear it go deeper when you wake up in his hold, your bare legs tangled with each other’s while the duvet lays carelessly tossed on the floor after he unconsciously kicks it off the bed in a cold sweat. “You awake yet, angel face?” You can feel the vibrant of his voice resonate through his chest while you lay atop of him, one of his hands resting firmly on the dip in your back while he other rubs comforting circles on your arm. “Barely… M’so cold, Touya, you gotta help me.” You whine, digging your head deeper into the shell of his neck— looking for any type of warmth you can get. He chuckles an airy laugh at the clear sleepiness still evident in your tone, his hand leaving your spine to crawl up under your (his) shirt to rest his palm on your skin and slightly heating up his quirk, not enough to ignite up in flames but enough to produce a small amount heat to warm you up— softly smiling when you let out a small, content mewl at the feeling. “How does that feel, baby? Feel good?” You adjust your head and nod into him, your nose now pressed up against the flesh of his neck while your hair tickling his ear. “So good, thank you… love… you…” he listens as your words quietly fade out, indicating that you’re, once again, knocked out cold. Dabi looks down slightly, watching as your eyelashes flutter along with you chest rising and falling. It quiet, the only sounds being your soft breaths and the occasional car that drive past his apartment. And it’s just the way he likes it.
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The obnoxious tapping of 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈’𝐒 thumbs on the joy sticks hallow around the thin, league bar walls, along with the occasional swear word muttered under his breath and rustles of his coat every time he adjusts his position. “Fucking Tom Nook, stupid piece of shit.” Even from your seat on the squeaky stool at the counter, you can clearly see the way his blue locks tousle around whenever he reaches up to scratch at his neck. “Still in a hundred grand bell dept? What kind of rat needs a hundred thousand fucking bells?” He growls, and when you rise from your seat to walk over and stand behind him— you can just barley see over his head that his net is continuously beating the poor racoon inside his tent. “Babe, murder won’t always erase your problems.” You laugh, leaning down and snugly wrapping your arms around his neck— the soft action making Tomura momentarily pause his rage to drop his handheld into his lap and lean back in the warmth of your embrace, his hair tickling your nose. “Sweetheart, go grab your switch and help me blow this island up.” He looks up at you, his hands gripping onto your forearms— cautious not to place all five fingers on your skin— before pulling you down so your head is nestled in the crook of his neck. “I don’t think your goals of man slaughter are achievable in animal crossing.” You tease, your answer makes him grumble, the device in his lap now long forgotten to the side when he turns around on his knees on the cushions to position his face in front of yours. “Okay then, how about a trip to the new GameStop that just opened up down the road. I like the Pokémon games more anyway…” “…You’re such a sore loser.”
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Idk if anyone else made this but ya'll got to see my vision with this one lmao.
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their favorite place to kiss you ; multiple bnha boys
summary: bnha boys and where they love kissing you most.
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includes: gn reader, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki, keigo takami, touya todoroki, hanta sero, & tenya iida.
warnings: suggestive on dabi's part, but not really. its def sfw so no need to worry abt that. also a small amount of cussing.
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katsuki bakugou
katsuki loves kissing your lips. he doesn't do anything "half-assed," as he'd say, and kisses to your lips are always full of affection towards you. whether it's a quick peck or a kiss that turns into a make-out sesh, there's always love and passion within katsuki's kisses.
when he kisses your lips the tension leaves from between his brows, the irritation that might've built throughout the day is leaking away, and all his focus is on you and your pretty, pretty lips
keigo takami
might sound odd, but keigo likes kissing your shoulders and back, specifically between your shoulder blades. after a long day of flying around and patrolling the streets of japan what he wants most is to come home to your shared apartment and into your warm arms. he'd tell you about his day, whether it was eventful or not-- he likes seeing you pay attention to him. you wonder aloud what it'd be like to fly around japan all day.
keigo kisses your shoulders and insists on some cheesy shit like, "baby you already know how to fly-- hell, y'flew into my heart and made it soar." you can't help but cringe and giggle at his dorkiness but he totally meant everything he said.
touya todoroki
touya can't get his mind off of the soft skin of your neck whenever you kiss. he feels the need to just sink his teeth in and show you how much you make him burn. it's not too often that he kisses your neck but when he does, he makes the most of it. he'll kiss every inch, from the top of your neck, near your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone.
if you ever ask touya why he likes kissing your neck he'll probably reply with something vague or suggestive. the real reason? he loves the smooth skin of your neck and loves feeling you warm at his touch, squirming when his lashes tickle a certain spot. this close to your chest, touya can feel your heartbeat get quicker and just loves it. no matter how tough a mission or how roughed up he got that day; if he gets to come back to base and indulge in you like this, every injury was worth it.
shouto todoroki
shouto, in his soft and loving moments (almost all his moments) will kiss the side of your head, right at your temple. he isn't the best at expressing himself, but he loves you more than anything and wants to take all your worries away. when shouto kisses your temple, he acts as if he's pulling all the negative thoughts from your head, trying his best to pull together his own thoughts and voice them against your temple, filling your head with his adoration for you.
bonus: the hand crusher likes kissing your hands. they're so beautiful to him and if he had to save one pair of hands from his "hand destroying curse" they'd be yours no doubt."
izuku midoriya
izuku's body is stacked with scars and freckles and he knows how they might make one insecure, but yours are so beautiful and empowering that he makes it an effort to kiss each one of your scars and moles/freckles/blemishes whenever you need it. except, to him, they not blemishes per se, more like your story. they say your moles are where your lover in your past life kissed you the most, i don't think izuku would genuinely believe that, but he still loves to kiss the moles scattered on your body saying something like, "i'll be yours in every life, love." and your scars, he knows all of their stories, he'll kiss them and comfort you, telling you how beautiful and strong they make you.
and if you reciprocate? kiss izuku's scars and freckles?? oh, he'll melt in your arms right then and there. you've sent him off to cloud nine. you'll physically see his soul ascend, he just becomes the happiest man alive.
tamaki amajiki
tamaki loves your cheeks, the plush skin of them always warm against his lips. the innocence of it just takes you out and makes you melt. the way he just takes your face in his hands and presses kisses to each of your cheeks. or when he kisses the middle of your cheek and pulls away to look at you, tracing the curve of your face.
even better when you're looking back at him with those pretty eyes of yours, full of affection. he'll get so flustered and shy, crumbling right at your feet.
hanta sero
hanta loves your lips too, even more so the corner of your lips. the little jerk likes to tease you, kissing the corner of your mouth until you get worked up about it. only then will he finally press a sweet kiss to your lips.
when you complain about hanta's teasing he'll laugh, kissing the edge of your lips once more. "so greedy, my love. good things come with patience." he thinks he's soo cool and wise but he's really just a lovable bully
hitoshi shinsou
in your presence alone, hitoshi is a different person. in those moments when it's just you two, hitoshi'll always have his face buried in your neck turning to kiss your jaw every once in a while. it started as a sleepy habit, he couldn't quite reach your lips, so he opted for your jaw. after that it became a normal habit
even if your jaw is farther than your lips when he's standing over you, he'll just lean down further to kiss it. or he'll tip your face up to his for him to smooch. and if you're taller than him? even better! he won't have to lean down, and if you're that much taller, he'll simply take your face in his hands and pull your face down to his.
eijirou kirishima
eijirou is the most supportive lover ever. this man will do quite literally anything to make sure you feel loved. he always finds himself kissing your stomach. might sound weird but when you guys are cuddled up somewhere and eijirou's head is resting on your torso he'll just start pressing a million kisses to your stomach out of nowhere, if you ask why he'll be like, "i just love your stomach, something wrong with it, babe?" and he's being serious, if you've ever mentioned being insecure of your belly, whether you feel to skinny or too chubby. he'll be like, "uh, no. my significant other is not gonna feel unloved and ugly while i'm around." and shove his face onto your stomach and over-dramatically kiss it everywhere with the little smooch sounds and everything.
and if you tell him to stop he will, but if you're joking he'll take it as encouragement to show you even more love.
tenya iida
tenya loves feeling strong and protective, and kissing your forehead makes him feel just that! especially if he's taller than you. if not, he doesn't care, he can still protect you nonetheless. he'll kiss your forehead millions of times over just to feel like he's your boyfriend. because what is a boyfriend if not caring and protective of you? tenya takes his position as your boyfriend as if it's a job he had to apply for and gets paid for, except this job isn't a nine-to-five. it's a full twenty-four hour business that he is more than happy to take part in.
he’ll take your face in his hands and either pull you down to him or lean down himself to kiss your forehead, depending on your height difference. and he’ll just caress the sides of your face as he does. and tenya is the biggest simp for you ever. if you’re a hero like him, he’s your biggest fan. if you’re not a hero, he’s still your biggest fan ‘cause who cares? you may be a civilian to everyone else, but you’re sure as shit his hero.
denki kaminari
it’s hilarious if you think denki can only pick one place on your body to kiss as his favorite. ha, no. this down bad dork can’t stop and won’t stop kissing every part of you whenever and wherever you let him. like he’ll pepper kisses all over your face, trail kisses down your arms, scatter some more of your neck, and once he’s placed a kiss on every bit of skin you allow him to, he’ll smack a giant kiss on your lips. no, seriously. all the boys are simps, but denki? he’s another category of the word simp. he’s down bad, down astronomical, even.
he’s a very physically affectionate guy, and if you are too, awesome! if not, he respects that and will hold back to make sure you’re comfortable. and if you’re cool with pda he’ll never be far from you, practically attached to your hip. and very often placing casual kisses somewhere on you, be it your shoulder, head, cheek, wherever! so long as you’re comfortable with it, denki is all over you.
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𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬! ✨
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