Maam I Love Him! So Much!

Ma’am I love him! So much!

This just feels very HIM, like fuck yeah he’s tired, you know that- he knows that. But let him make you feel good. He just wants to feel like he’s contributing to your happiness. Even by waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to get dicked back to sleep.

Consensual somnophilia is also up there for me w/ Aizawa- where he just gently rolls you onto your back, sloppily kisses up your thighs in a half assed attempt to wake you before he’s spreading you open and putting those same sloppy kisses against your clit 😌😌

shota a c t u a l l y sleeps so much because he needs to recharge from blowing your back out every night. he is NOT the only hero on patrol 🙄 i know there are nocturnal quirks and everything, sir. that man would give you the kind of attention that heats your body and makes you cover your face from a single look. when he engages with you it’s like you are The Only Thing That Exists. his hands slowly roam your body while he talks, rubbing your arm, slipping down to your lower back (he is going for your ass). furthermore, that voice tho???? i am wet. and he can tell, too! how could the ever observant aizawa NOT help you feel safe in his bed embrace.

This… this… y o u… I am literally levitating? Stepping on the beach???

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No, because uh… thinking about Aizawa who knows he doesn’t have/make enough time for you… balancing both his job as a teacher AND his night shifts as a hero… how could he, right?

It’s something he appreciates about you; that you already know, and that you don’t bother him about; already aware of, from other aspects of your shared life with him, just how much he cares about you regardless of his schedule…

But Aizawa who still tries to make up for the lack of his presence in your life by waking you up every night when he gets home at 3, 4am just so he can fuck you back to sleep…

He’s so… all-consuming, just as you mention… observant, dedicated… so how could he not provide you with as much as he is capable of at the end of each day, by making sure you know how he feels about you in more than just half-assed ways, also?

Yes, his hands slowly roam, the pressure of them heavy and warm. Yes, he focuses solely on you, his eyes dark and heavy, sleep at their edges…

And… YES, he fucks like that, too. Creeping into the warmth of your sheets and giving you stubbly kisses until you wake… the moment your eyes open and you smile that pretty, sleepy smile at him, he’s making his move to mount you and fuck you like the sorry dog he really is.

Sometimes sitting on your legs, other times in doggy, calloused hands drag your ass up right where he wants it before pressing your face into your pillow; holding you in place all so he can remind you (and himself) that you do have a boyfriend, and that you do have someone who loves you.

Every night, Aizawa plays this game. No matter how tired or how beaten down he is, he has to feel like he’s at least providing something… and sometimes, pounding you into your mattress, whispering in your ear all velvet and soft, and then curling around you after to keep your naked body safe and warm… is like enough for him.

He tries.

seeing you in thigh high socks for the first time

→ bakugou, todoroki, denki, kirishima

→ warnings: mentions of smut, use of daddy/sir, lap sitting, slight praise/degradation, oral (female receiving)

→ a/n: very much needed this so i made it :)

would quite literally go feral; growling, dirty talk, the whole thing

he just loves how plump your thighs look — would definitely make you keep them when he’s pounding your ass

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“C’mere,” he commands, pulling you onto his lap. His air pods were a reminder that you weren’t alone, Katsuki was on a business meeting. About to protest, he shushes you, hands stretching across your legs.

“I’m on mute,” his hands squeeze your thighs. “You really chose some great timing to show me these.” His laugh drips with a sinister tone.

You had forgotten how much of a horny little prick the explosive man could be. All you had wanted to do was show him your new bright red thigh high socks, they had just been delivered and you felt like a kid on their birthday.

But now? You’d be in your birthday suit soon enough.

“Katsu-“ you whine, already feeling how hard he was through his slacks. His hands find your waist, grinding you against him, eyes gazing intensely at your ruby red socks.

Fuck, if he wasn’t on this call right now he would’ve had you bent over the desk in a matter of minutes. Socks still on — with you babbling nonsense from getting railed so hard by his thick cock. God the thought of it had him twitching.

“Shit!” he grunts, slamming the unmute button on his phone. “Yes Sero, we already discussed about the- fuck!” You had definitely struck a nerve on his dick, he hit the mute again, growling against your ear. You froze in place, feeling his face press against your cheek, his pulsing cock throbs against your ass.

“So much of a fucking whore that you couldn’t wait? Well- now you have to wait until I hang up.”

honestly i think he’d malfunction for a moment, the fact that you’re already stunning and now with the socks ??

and he just wants to hear you say you’re his, hear you cry out for him while he teases those pretty legs of yours

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Shouto had dragged you into the bathroom immediately after seeing you walk into the room. You had no clue what you’d done to get him so riled up but you didn’t mind watching him take off his black leather belt so sexually. The chattering of people right outside the thin door made your heart thump out of your chest, “Sho you know people are waiting to use the bathroom right?”

He only grunts in response, folding the belt in half before hovering it in front of your face expectantly. You could already feel the wetness pooling into your underwear and it made you excited; putting the belt in your mouth, you open your blouse more, knowing exactly what was coming. He was quiet, but you could see the eagerness in his eyes, trained straight onto your thigh highs. So that’s what it was.

“I think-” you say breathily, watching as he tenses up. “I want you to fuck my thighs Sho.” Your boyfriend let’s out a heavy groan at the suggestion, hard cock already out and pulsing. He nears you, backing you up against the cold tile, “Tell me. How bad you want it.”

Your thighs clench at his words and he smirks at the sight, mismatched eyes glowing. “Please Sir, I like it when you fuck them- I need your cock.” He hums in agreement, as he slides his wet dick between your legs, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the just the feeling.

He loves how beautiful your legs looked in that thin material, the way they bounc when he thrusts against you. He thought about how he’d slowly roll them down while eating you out and have you begging for him so come again. He needed you to say it again.

“What’s my name love?”

this man would not be able to control himself, he just sees you and goes: FUCK

but also he just showers you in so many compliments and sweet touches

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So you wanted to make Kaminari’s school girl fantasy dreams come true and put together a classic plaid skirt, white button up, and yellow thigh high socks just for him.

You brought it with you on your weekend beach excursion and waited for the last night to wear it. So, you sat at the small glass table with your legs crossed and patiently waiting.

The door swung open and you heard a quiet holy shit. You giggle before turning to look at your slack jawed fiancé who had dropped the gas station snacks on the floor. He speeds over to you, picking you up and setting you on the table. Your legs wrap around his torso on instinct and you could hear the buzzes of excitement that fizzle in Denki’s hands.

“You did this for me?” he asks, surprisingly soft. His eyes are filled with warmth, a gentle smile stuck on his face. You look away shyly, but Denki zaps your side playfully, forcing you back into his gaze. “You look fucking delicious, can I have a taste?” he winks at you, already sliding your shorts down.

“Mhm,” he fans over your dripping cunt, his blonde hair tickling your stomach. “And these thigh highs, they’re gonna be the death of me, baby!” His enthusiasm had you feeling giddy, your hips bucking against his face.

His nose hits your aching nub, pulling out a deep moan from you. His eyes flick up to your face, lighting up at the way your face contorts in pleasure. Denki was obsessed with showing you how perfect you were; from physical to verbal.

“My girls so good, isn’t that right? You waited just for me and you look stunning. Can't wait to fill up that tight little cunt," he groans.

kiri would absolutely love you in thigh highs, especially if you’re only wearing his sweatshirt !!

he would smother you in kisses until he gets a little too excited

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“I’m home~” your boyfriend sang out as he closes the front door. But, you were too busy curled up on the couch playing Smash Bro’s on your switch. You were just about to beat Kirby wh-

“Princess!” A heavy body pounces onto you, knocking your switch — along with your breath — out. You squeal as Kiri peppers you with kisses all over your face. A huge grin plasters on his face as he took you in. He thought that you had the most gorgeous eyes and loved to see the way they sparkled. His eyes widen as he looks lower down at your frame.

Naturally, you become worried, “I-is something wrong?” His head snaps to yours, realizing what you thought he meant, “No! Not at all! I just- you’re in my old UA sweatshirt...and- are those new?” Kiri’s large hand grazes over your clothed thigh, sending butterflies to your stomach. You nod, causing his grin to grow even bigger.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” he whispers to himself. “I think those socks are my new favorite thing princess!” You feel his hard on press against your thigh, you decide to tease him a bit, “Even more than the sweatshirt?”

Kiri shakes his head vigorously, so you casually take off the sweatshirt, now nearly naked. His eyes roam your body, trying to memorize every square inch and debate about kissing or biting it. “Like what you see Daddy?” you mumble against his lips. A guttural growl escapes his chest, his body moving to straddle yours.

“Daddy is gonna show his princess what a good girl she is.”

Basically: dry humping virgin!Kirishima & some fluff bc I'm feeling so soft asf for this gentle giant rn

Warnings: size kink bc you can't tell me this man isn't HUGE, nipple play, pseudo-pussy job

You're entwined together on the couch, your lips moving against his slow and a little sloppy as he holds you in his arms. You've been dating the rising Pro Hero Red Riot for a couple of months now and physically, it's never progressed further than this, but tonight you wanna push the envelope.

"Eiji," you moan quietly, running your hands down his chest to push his spine against the back of the couch, so that you can straddle his hips.

His breath catches in his throat and he has to clear the obstruction as he grabs your hips, trying to hold them still when you begin rolling them on top of his.

"Baby, I--" he looks at you apologetically and you immediately understand why, but you wanna show him that it's all right; that you don't mind.

"I know," you smile sweetly, letting your hands explore his chest, rubbing up and over his shoulders until they're crossed behind his neck. "that's not what I'm after."

You card your fingers through his hair, your eyes following the motion and you smile a little wider when he sighs, his eyes closing as he relaxes into your gentle touch, the slightest of shivers traveling down his spine.

"Come to the bedroom with me," you lean in, pressing your forehead to his, resting your hands on his broad shoulders as you whisper, "please, Ei?"

He groans quietly, feeling his resolve evaporate. He’s already in so deep with you that he’s powerless to say no. Which is both precisely why he doesn’t trust himself to crawl into your bed and why he goes and does it anyway.

You wrap your entire hand around his index finger, gently tugging him down the hall to your bedroom and he can’t help but smile, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he watches you prance down the hall.

He towers over you when you pull yourself flush up against him, angling your head back to look into his crimson eyes, alight with anxious excitement. Not many things were capable of rattling Red Riot's nerves, but he wasn't Red Riot around you.

He was just Eijirou, a man with honest intentions who was petrified of saying the wrong thing to the the prettiest girl that he'd ever seen. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest under your palm as you ran them over his chest.

"Do you trust me?" You hook your fingers into his belt loops and he gasps quietly, his hands resting on your hips.

"Yes," he nods, smiling down at you softly, his thumbs rubbing absently over your hips.

"Will you take these off?" You give his jeans a gentle tug and push your hands beneath his shirt, looking up at him through your lashes. "This too?"

He just nods again, complying without a second thought. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a shy smile tugging up the corners of your mouth as you step back and strip down yourself.

You hear his belt hit the floor with a thud, followed by a quiet, "Oh," as you're lifting off your shirt. When it slips over your head, you can see him drinking in the sight of you, his cheeks flushing with heat. You take the opportunity to stare at the impressive outline beneath his boxer briefs as you hook your thumbs into your jeans to tug them down, kicking them aside.

The two of you stand there for a beat longer, just admiring one another before you motion for him to join you on the bed as you take a seat. He crosses the room in two long strides, and sinks into the mattress beside you.

You crawl across the bed, curling your finger and patting the middle of the bed with a coy smile. He scoffs, chortling as he shakes his head and slides himself over, sitting up against the headboard and resting his hand on your waist.

"Promise that you trust me?" You trail your fingers over his pecs, watching them as they slide down his chest before you look into his kind eyes.

"With my life," he smiles, placing his hand over yours to lift it, pressing a kiss to your palm and your heart flutters.

"Stop being so cute," you giggle, straddling his hips, rocking your hips ever-so-gently as he sucks in a slow breath.

"Why should I?" Both of his hands swallow your hips as he holds them, letting you do as you please.

"Because I'm not trying to do cute right now," you grin, leaning in to kiss along his jaw, working your way to his neck as you grind yourself against him more obviously, feeling his cock stir to life underneath you.

"What are you trying to do?" He's quiet, trying to hold back the guttural groan sitting in his chest that he finally lets loose as you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it aside before pushing your breasts together, offering them up in front of his face.

"I just wanna make you feel good, baby," you moan, tweaking your nipples as he stares, mouth hung open in quiet awe. "We don't have to move too fast, but you've been so, so good to me," his mouth connects with your breasts and you cup the back of his head, rolling your hips on his more quickly as he sucks on your sensitive nub. "Just wanna be good to you too."

He groans in response, a relieved sigh exiting his nostrils as his hands cup your breasts, squeezing and groping as his tongue roves between them, taking turns toying with your nipples.

"Oh fuck," you moan, dropping your head back, both hands fisted into his hair to tug at it gently. He snarls quietly and the sound goes straight to your cunt, which is already sopping wet, your panties quickly becoming soaked as they glide against his rock hard length.

"C-can I try something?" He pulls off of your breast to look at you, his eyes dusted with lust and uncertainty.

"Anything," you nod eagerly and then your flipped onto your back, the clothed head of his massive, leaking cock pressing directly against your folds, as he ruts up against it, your lips beginning to swallow up the material of your panties.

It bunches against your clit while the tip of his dick nearly slips between your folds, catching and applying a dizzying amount of pleasure that has you gasping and moaning as his shaft slides through, gliding against your damp panties as he lumbers over you.

"You're so fucking pretty," he almost looks like he's in pain as he groans, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts his hips faster.

You grab them, guiding his hips as you angle your hips up, eager for his thick girth to massage your clit as he loses himself in the feeling over your warm, wet pussy pulsing against him.

"I like you so much," he sighs and throws caution to the wind, spilling his guts to you in his vulnerable state. "Just don't wanna fuck this up. Don't wanna do this and you hate it and lose you, I just--" he slow briefly, his eyes screwing shut as he tilts his head back to mutter under his breath. "Fuck," another wanton moan leaves his lips as he resumes his thrusts, losing control of his motions and it's obvious that he's close.

You lean forward and kiss him, fast and hard, pushing him over and flat onto his back to straddle him again, bouncing slowly as you pull him up to sit and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

"I really like you too," you murmur as you finally take a breath, rolling your hips on his again as you look into his eyes, the both of you panting as you hold one another. "So 'm not goin' anywhere. Promise."

"Me neither," he smiles softly, his eyes almost crossing and rolling back as your slide across his length just right and he gasps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard and leans back on his hands.

"You like that?" You grin deviously, speeding up your motions as grip his muscular shoulder and slip your other hand into your panties, rubbing circles against your clit, building your orgasm while his cock twitches against you.

"Oh God, yes," he closes his eyes, hands scrunching up at the sheets beneath his palms. "Feels so good, I-I think I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Eiji," you pant, teetering on the edge as you thrust your hips forward faster, trying to take him over with you.

"Fuck. Shit, fuck--oh," you can feel his hold body tense beneath you as he stills briefly before bucking his hips upward as a dark stain appears inside his gray boxers.

"Eij," you whine, voice pitching up as you fall apart, thoroughly drenching your panties as you ride out your high in his lap.

His arms wrap around you as he places a kiss to your temple and pulls you to his chest while he lays back, his hands gliding along your spine as he draws absent shapes against your skin while the both of you catch your breath.

Head empty except for the thoughts of a soulmate au where your soulmate can feel when you touch yourself. Bakugou getting absolutely pissed when he’s hard for the fourth fucking time that afternoon. His soulmates sex drive is so high, and he vows to fuck you so good that you don’t want to masturbate anymore once he finds you. He ruins touching yourself because he makes you cum harder than you possibly could. Which works at first, but then you get a vibrator and really piss him off because he knows.

anon ... anon ur brain is HUGE ???

no because katsuki sitting in his office trying to get the fuck through his paperwork and he has piles of it bc he’s a shit stick and always does some kind of city damage when he’s on patrol— trying to take care of his documents when he feels his cock swell and throb with need and this is...what? the fourth time today.

swearin’ and mutterin’ something like “don’cha got a fuckin’ job?” under his breath while he carefully peels back his pants and boxers bc bakugou’s poor cock is so sensitive :( from all the times you’ve rubbed one out on your sticky clit or fucked yourself hard on your tiny fingers— he can feel it all and it’s killing him. it kills him even more to know how many rounds you can go on your own and imagining you beneath him, impaled on this very same leaky and bright red dick of katsuki’s is the final nail in the coffin.

taking his achey cock between his rough fingers, bakugou swears whenever he finds you— you’ll be cumming so hard that you can’t even remember your own name. he’s gonna make you pay for all the times he popped a boner in front of friends and colleagues alike just because you can’t satisfy your greedy cunt on your own. he pictures you, what you might look like as you spread yourself open on your fingers or a toy, rosy and puffy clit, sticky and glistening folds— your face lined with sweat and mouth that hangs open full to the brim with saliva.

the image is enough to make bakugou cum on his own let alone the way you’re touching yourself like this, “‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin ya,” he huffs out, haunched over his paperwork, cheeks flushed pink as he pants like a dog— fisting his cock to the stimulation of you touching yourself, the pace of his hand so fast that lewd and wet noises echo throughout his office. clear strings of precum bead from his burning tip and tears sting in his eyes because it feels so fucking good touching himself to you. “fuckin’ brat...’m gonna make y’cum so fuckin’ hard,”

the blonde spits to no one in particular but he imagines how you’d squeak if you heard him— wonders if you’d moan loud or bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. but then you make yourself cum and he’s no where near ready, release shooting from his tip before he can stop himself and catch it, thick ropes of white hot seed ruining the paper work he’s spent all afternoon on— mankind bakugou a shivering and ruined mess, tears stinging in his ruby eyes as his own cum stains his fingers.

he’s pissed, but he’ll get you next time.

imagine losing your virginity to draken.

he’s so gentle and passionate towards you, so honored that his baby trusts him so much to take their virginity, and without a condom on?

it’s a love hate thing when he’s first sinking into you. he loves the way you’re gripping for dear life onto anything before getting even 2 inches of him inside of you, and he loves how much your tiny walls suction onto his length as it’s trying to accommodate his size.

but he hates hurting his baby, he fucking hates seeing you in pain. he’s holding you tight kissing your side and shushing you ever so sweetly as more and more of him sinks into your cunt. “shh, don’t worry baby, i’m right here.”

he’s so proud of you, so proud of his baby for taking all of him inside of you in one go, it took 10 minutes but he’s still so proud and so needy.

he hates how badly he wants to piston inside of you, how badly he wants to be so rough and make you feel good. he’s biting his lip when you finally let him move inside of you ever so slightly, he’s holding back everything inside him to do anything he wants to do.

because he also wants to go slow, his groans are so sweet as he pulls back into your swollen walls. he almost wants to cry by how special he feels, being the one to take your virginity and all.

He’s so fucking cocky- he absolutely doesn’t go out of his way to do it, but when he hears the slight umph that you let slide at the sight of him; he’s instantly a little hard. Starts thinking with the other head a little more and shows off a little more skin. Sidles up beside you to drop a kiss on your head, or swipes a huge hand at your ass in passing

HI EMMM💗✨

I am absolutely thirsting for Enji, in a hot day and then him just railing you, all sweaty and sticky😮‍💨

Hi Anon! Hope you're having a great day! (if you also sent in the thirst about sweaty Enji a few days ago im sorry I never answered! I've been dealing with Tokyo Revengers brainrot for the last week 😅 i love you too btw) 18+ like always, little smutty headcanon under the cut 🦇

all I can think about is Enji working out in the open the garden on an off day, doing a set of push ups and stretching out in the morning heat to get some fresh air before heading into the home gym for the real workout. Enji catches you staring just a moment too long when he lifts the thin tshirt away from his chisled stomach to swipe the sweat from his face. I just know being alone with Enji Todoroki when he's in love with you means this man is a teasing menace, not going out of his way but if things line up perfectly to get you flustered then by all means he was going to indulge. And you being a simp for his hulking muscular form rolling with sweat just happen to work in his favor, your sweet whining form caged in and sweating under his oppressive body heat as he took every inch of your body for himself