The Breakfast Afterwards Was Such A Mwah, No Bars. Moment Like

the breakfast afterwards was such a ‘mwah, no bars.’ moment like😫

thinkin about how izuku gets home from work sooo late sometimes and he’s just too tired to tend to your needs, he promises he will the next day but at the moment he just needs to rest.

also thinkin about how izuku sleeps completely naked, a thin sheet covering his lower body because he knows you like to use him in his sleep, and he allows this. the first time he wasn’t able to pleasure you after work due to his body being too tired, he gave you permission to ride him if you felt like you needed to.

so now every night that izuku comes home late and unable to keep himself awake to fuck you, you take matters into your own hands and sit yourself down on his cock. every now and then he’ll thrust himself upwards, probably dreamin that he’s fucking you too. but it does get tiring for you too, you’re used to taking it from him !! he’s supposed to fuck you !! he’s supposed to hold you down and fuck his cum into you !!

izuku does make up for it in the mornings though, when he finds his cute little wife laying on his chest with his cock still buried inside you. you’d been so tired from having to do all the work yourself, you couldn’t even gather up the strength to roll off of him !! but he would take care of you, give you all the lovin n fuckin you need that he couldn’t provide for the night before. and he’ll still make you breakfast afterwards <333

on another rampage yes indeed

🍓Kirishima SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Warnings; daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, hair pulling, mentions of choking, throat fucking, pussy eating, vaginal sex, Kirishima spits into readers mouth and you swallow that shit happily, cream pie, sweet aftercare, sleepy sex

Note; I’m in love with Kirishima, I’ve been writing a lot of headcannons lately but I simply could not resist the urge to write about the overgrown puppy that is Kirishima. Enjoy this meal with me 🍓

Eijirou who is the actual human embodiment of a ray of sunshine (he is the definition of golden retriever energy—you know if he had a tail it would wag non stop, definitely smacking the shit out of you)

Eijirou who you met for the first at the gym—you were uncomfortable & unsure of what you were doing when this mountain of a man with bright ass red hair came up to you so shy and explained how to back squat without hurting yourself (this fucker had the sweetest smile, despite his sharp teeth—but Jesus Mother Mary & Joseph—you thought you would fall to your knees just looking at him)

Eijirou who stuttered and turned pink every time you asked him to be your spotter whenever you saw him at the gym, until finally he asked for your number (you were gonna ask for his if he didn’t do it first—you definitely did not fist pump afterwards)

Eijirou who is a heart stopping amount of stacked, but is the biggest softie you have ever met, who gets overly excited to play with your dog-wrestling with him and cuddling him (you swear your dog now loves Eiji more than you, ever since you moved in together they’re two peas in a pod- much to your chagrin)

Eijirou who is really smart — okay maybe not top dog when it comes to book smart but he is street smart and exceptional at reading people, who always knows how you’re feeling even when you don’t say anything (it’s always a relief that he can tell when you don’t feel like talking)

Eijirou who is oblivious to how he looks, who has a shit ton of of instagram followers—not because he tries, no it’s because he started posting pictures of himself at the gym just for fun and unbeknownst to him everything he posts is like a goddamn thirst trap (he only realizes after you point it out because you’re starting to get jealous of all the comments but he always says he only has eyes for you)

Eijirou who almost never says no to you, who always goes with the flow, an easy smile lighting up his face, who lets you pick out the movie for date night more often than not (you make sure to pick something he likes anyways)

Eijirou who really likes cherry twizzlers, who has literal hearts in his eyes whenever you buy him a pack every Friday (he coos adorably at you when you hand him the bag saying you’re so sweet to me pretty girl, I love you so much! How did I get so lucky??), who shares them with you anyways

Eijirou who loves to wear athletic clothes—but also likes to dress punk?? (he’s very diverse), who has his ears pierced (two on each lobe), who looks otherworldly when he wears nicer outfits (you definitely make the joke about his clothes looking better on your floor)

Eijirou who is best friends with Katsuki, (you’ve shockingly been able to become close to him as well), who often plays video games online with his friends (Katsuki, Denki, Sero, also Izuku & Shouto), who likes it when you sit on the floor between his legs while he plays

Eijirou who purrs like a cat when you scratch his scalp whenever his hair is down, who lays his head in your lap while you watch TV so you can continue to play with his hair, who falls asleep halfway through the movie because he feels too relaxed

Eijirou whose presence is calming and friendly, who makes you feel safe, who everyone likes (you’ve never heard a bad word said about him—you’d curb stomp anyone who did)

Eijirou who has made you feel more loved then anyone else you’ve ever been with before, who fills your chest with a warmth so intense your eyes often sting with tears—who brings you your favorite food or drink out of blue, who makes you laugh so hard your stomach cramps (he’s the funniest motherfucker you know)

Eijirou who has become your other half, like a limb you didn’t realize was missing all this time, who becomes your husband, who becomes the father of your children, who you share a love with that only comes once every five life times (you know you’ll never love anyone else no matter what comes your way)

🍓NSFW Headcannons Below🍓

Eijirou who kisses you so softly, lips sliding with yours lazily as he lets out little sighs, thumbs slipping under your shirt to tease the smooth skin over your hip bones as you straddle him—until he lets his sharp teeth snag on your bottom lip, chomping into the flesh there, wrenching a startled gasp out of you (he sucks on it apologetically afterwards)

Eijirou who has a thing for letting you dry hump him (while you’re both still clothed), head thumping back on the couch cushion, fingers tight on your waist, flushing, groaning, eyes fluttering shut as he helps you drag your clit back and forth over his cock—dick throbbing painfully from the friction through his jeans

Eijirou who has a switch that flips once he gets to a certain level of aroused, who tosses you onto the bed effortlessly, caging you between his arms, who grips your jaw tightly —forcing it to pop open (he spits possessively into your mouth, telling you to swallow it baby girl, which you do gladly)

Eijirou who loves the feel of your hot, wet mouth sucking his cock, who gets you sitting on your calves on the floor, back against the mattress as his fingers hold the back of your head in place, so he can fuck your throat, who keeps one knee up on the bed next to your head as he thrusts, groin tightening when you look at him with teary eyes (he murmurs lowly baby girl s’good at sucking daddys cock aren’t you? —Your pussy drools)

Eijirou who eats your pussy from behind, soft tongue consistently licking at your clit, fingers stretching your pussy as your face is shoved into the sheets, ass in the air for him, your belly flutters warmly as he smacks your ass with his free hand (it doesn’t take you long to cum like this)

Eijirou whose cock is thick, and you’re talking thick thick, enough that he has to get you dripping before he can get his dick wet (but you love it, the stretch is almost an overwhelming pleasure)

Eijirou who has a daddy kink, who makes you beg for his cock when he has you folded in half—knees almost touching your ears, he teases your pussy with his tip telling you condescendingly you gotta ask daddy nicely if you want to be split open sweetheart (you absolutely do sob daddy please)

Eijirou whose chest gets slick with sweat (hair always falling from its spiky position when you start to go at it), whose moans raise in pitch when he can feel your nipples slipping over & over on his pecs as he fucks you, the sensation making pleasure blister through your limbs, pussy fluttering which makes Eijirou cry out

Eijirou who has a filthy deep stroke, who pants & whispers toe curling praise in your ear but fucks you like he’s trying to carve out your guts, you weave your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply as he moves, (pussy s’good to me sweet thing, daddy loves fucking you, such a tight little thing)

Eijirou who growls under his breath when he fucks you from behind, sliding his cock back in your pussy all the way to the root, forcing a choked sob out of you, who is brutal from the get go, pelvis smacking wetly against yours

Eijirou who makes you cum instantly, wailing please daddy just like that! when he threads his fingers through your hair, forcing your neck back at a sharp angle, activating his quirk just enough on his left hand so he can leave bruises on your hip (oh? right there angel? that was a big one wasn’t it baby, so good cumming for daddy — voice dripping in your belly like honey)

Eijirou who pulls you up into his lap, back against his chest, hand around your throat as he bounces you on his cock, who makes your back arch as he bites on your shoulder, whining lowly as he cums, whose cock you can feel pulsing as his sticky release fills you up (fuck daddy, love when you cum in me — that makes his eyes roll back)

Eijirou who has you limping to the shower afterwards, but he washes your body, rubs your lower back, who tells you how much he loves you as he carries you back to the bed in a towel, who makes you giggle as he pokes your ribs when you change into one of his large T-shirts

Eijirou whose face you pepper with kisses when he climbs into the bed with you, who lets you wake him up in the middle of the night to ride him sweet and slow, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, limbs heavy with sleep, who cradles you against his chest when you eventually fall back asleep

didn’t forget ab u draken😘

“i can’t fucking fit.”

draken’s hands gripped tight behind your thighs, long black hair damp with sweat as it stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were splotchy, moonlight illuminating rosy hues on his porcelain features, his blush as angry and pink as his kiss-swollen lips. he gritted his teeth, pushing his hips forward an inch, met with a grunt and a yelp from you, your smaller hand reaching out, fingertips barely touching his stomach. he was fat, cock heavy, nearly splitting you carelessly in two had your cunt not pushed back against him.

“ken, ken please,” the burn was near unbearable, stretch sending you dizzy but you didn’t want it to stop. you were near swollen now and you knew it, puffy lips raw and sensitive but you didn’t care. “k-keep going, want you to keep going.”

“didn’t say i was gonna stop.” he hissed out, pushing in another inch. you were wet, incredibly wet, cum leaking out around his tight fit, rolling down your ass cheeks to pool onto the car seat below. your chest rose and fell heavily, lips pulled into a pout as tears stung the creases of your eyes. it hurt, he knew, but you weren’t one to give up easily. his cock was fat, you knew that, you liked it anyway.

“there you go, ease up for me princess.” your walls relaxed little by little with his encouragement, whines escaping when his thumb found your oversensitive clit. “c’mon, let daddy in. you can do it, i know you can.”

“ken,” you whined, feeling yourself seize up the more he slid in. “‘s so big, so much, too much-“

“shh, you can take it. be good for me and take it.”

his balls hit your ass with a soft pat, overshadowed by the obscene squelching noise from your pussy as he finally broke free of your grip, sinking completely inside your gummy walls. he grunted, your walls massaging him until they fluttered tight, squeezing him with a pulse so strong even he could feel it. your eyes rolled back as you squeaked, tension in your stomach suddenly snapping hard.

“cumming already for me?” he chuckled, his eyes roaming your face as you came undone with whines of daddy and ‘m so full, his thumb still working at your clit. “that’s right, cream all over daddy’s dick. i got you. good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”

look like i’m goin’ for a swim😜

dilf izuku goes w u to get ur nails done n then moans real sweet when u wrap em around his dick :((

“you like ‘em izu?”

that’s what you’d asked. that’s what lead to this. a simple, simple question. did he like it.

if only answering was as simple as that.

he does. he does like it. the soft whites and greens look beautiful on your hands but there’s no way on earth his tongue can form the words in his mind to say while he’s like this. while you’re like this. on your knees in the dressing room of the boutique you stopped at before you got home, one hand dipping beneath your cute skirt and the other wrapped around his fat heady cock.

he can barely think like this.

your pretty lips and sparkly gloss stretch around his mind numbingly fat tip and he’s bracing large palms on the bench, big thighs spreading wider, softened tummy clenching with restraint while he tries not to buck up into your little throat. you look so pleased. happy with the drooling, whimpering, pathetic mess you’ve made of the old man. your lips part and you pull away with a soft pop and a little thread of saliva connects your mouth to his cock still, along with the pools of drool that soak down over your hands and over his heavy balls. he shivers when your wrist flicks upwards and your hand drags to follow, gripping him just right until you near his head and he’s swallowing, eyes nearly rolling around his head as he loses focus.

“you g’na cum for me, izu?”

fuck. if you asked him like that, then he had to.

“uh huh,” he nods, salt, pepper and parsley colored curls bouncing on his forehead. “yeah i am, sweet girl. you want me to?”

“need you to.” you breathe, rolling your fingers around your soft clit. you lean in and press a kiss at his base, then trail up his cock until he’s gritting his teeth and hissing.

“keep-“ he swallows, struggles, juniper eyes falling to watch your own doe eyes bat wetly up at him. great heavens. “keep strokin’ me like that, princess. keep- yeah, yeah, just like that.”

it’s too much. seeing you get off at the sight of him getting off too you, thinking and hearing how that pretty cunt’s all messy and sloppy and wet over him, for him— it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy. his mind stutters and empties and fire lights in his tummy and he’s trying his best to keep quiet because there’s commotion a little ways away from the door and he’ll half level out this whole store if he didn’t get to cum and see the look on your cute face right now.

your eyes flicker to his fat balls as your tongue occasionally laps at his cock. they squeeze, bounce, pull and snap up to his body and you watch with wide eyes as his cock throbs heavy in your hands.

“izu,” your eyes twinkle and he’s got to remind himself he’s a grown man and not a blushing virgin anymore.

“‘m cummin’ princess. you ready? cause— fuck— i’m cummin’.”

it oozes and you coo. you coo at him and somehow it makes him melt even more. he watches helplessly as his own cock gushes all over your hands, over your nails, matching with the green and white ombré and something in him likes that even more because of course it does. his eyes drag to your little hands, the way your wrists move violently, bracelets jiggling against each other as you work yourself to your own high and— oh. his throat tightens when your eyes well and your brows pull together then apart, chest rising and falling with a shatter, tiny squeal creeping out of you as your clit twitches and you squirt all over the dressing room floor. all at the sight of him cumming for you.

he stops caring about anyone overhearing when he reaches down and scoops you up, laying you on the bench so he can return his sweet girl the favor.

i giggled

i feel like both kawata twins are tender headed but nahoya really be dragging it.

like hes sat down on the couch and you're standing up behind him, comb BARELY touching the ends of his hair and hes already complaining about you being too rough on his head, pushing your hands away and all. he barely stays still long enough for you to get an even part.

"y/n you're pulling too hard!!" "boy if you don't shutcho ass up-"

is deff getting popped with the comb. stfu and get yo hair done🤦🏾‍♀️

souya is on the verge of tears the entire time but he takes it like a champ. he probably takes way better care of his hairstyles compared to his brother as well. his durags tied on so tight he's waking up with headaches but the braids lasting soooo

nahoya definetly tries for like the first week of his hair getting done but after that he's lucky if he even knows the whereabouts of a single scarf in the house.

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yeah

nanami taking care of his sick wife ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⟡ ˖ ࣪. tags ; fluff, domesticity, very light smut lol

nanami, who actually went out of his way to leave work early just to buy groceries to make you soup for lunch and buy some medicine from the pharmacy. he couldn’t bare seeing you groggy and disoriented from your fever. you couldn’t even make it out of bed this morning. when he got home, he saw you laying on the couch this time draped in all of the warm blankets and a wash cloth over your forehead, napping peacefully with your water bottle beside you. it was a good thing that he reminded you to stay hydrated.

nanami, who makes his way to the kitchen to start on making the soup for you to wake up to. he prioritizes your health so much that he would never want to stress you out. he’s devoted to be by your side, including in sickness and in health, just as you are for him. this gentle, passionate love reciprocated between you two is the type of love that leaves you numb in reverie. he would check in on you while waiting for the water to boil, changing the dampened wash cloth from room temperature to cool, and caressing your face ever so gently just to not wake you.

nanami, who is the first man you see when your eyes flutter open. his smile was stronger than any antidote or medicine, strong enough to make your fatigue temporarily subside. you instantly melt from the way he can mutter sweet such things, all while the lovely smell of warm homemade chicken noodle soup fills your nose. he would even hold your frail hand, ever so gently kissing it.

“how are you feeling, love?”

his delicate touch and the warmth of his hand sent a blossoming sensation within your body. you couldn’t help but smile, the glimmer in your eyes rapturing your husband. “a little better,” you mutter weakly, sighing deeply. “i never thought you’d see me like this…”

“in sickness and in health, remember?” he reassures, his thumb caressing your hand. “now, are you feeling hungry? i came home early to make you soup. just wanted to make sure my pretty wife gets taken care of.”

“i love you,” you murmured fondly. “thank you so much.”

“i love you, too... god, i want to kiss you right now. i couldn’t go on my day not kissing you at all this morning.”

as much as you tried to protest because you didn’t want to get him sick, your loving husband did not care. contagious or not, if he gets to spend more time with you and not have to go to work for being sick, he’d allow it. your husband would wrap the blankets around you as you stood up to walk to the dining table for the soup he prepared. he’d make sure you were still staying hydrated with water and your favorite energy drinks. and after you took the medicine he bought, you were feeling slightly better. your skin wasn’t as hot and your body temperature had decreased, but you were still groggy. you wanted to stay on the couch, but nanami insisted on cuddling with you. he still wanted to hold his endearing wife in his arms; it was a routine every time he comes home. he’d still feel devoted to hold you and feel your body on his, sick or not.

his excuse was that if you had just gotten sick in the morning, eventually he’d have to be as well since you two live together— and if you were both sick, he’d have to cuddle with you. you tried to protest once again because you genuinely didn’t want him to suffer any symptoms, but he kept insisting that he didn’t care. he’d let you sit on his lap and lay on his chest, his slick hands roaming about your warm body as he kisses you softly. he wouldn’t be so aggressive because of your fatigue, but with his burning rapacity and his desire to please you, it was difficult to take his hands off of you.

nanami, who had your body writhing in heat and your hips gyrating from the way he toys with your cunt and fingers you so good. you both sat by the fireplace in the living room, the passion between you two mystified into the air. you loved the way his fingers felt inside you; throwing your head back on his shoulder in pleasure and your moans becoming more urgent with each thrust, that such intense orgasms were enough to make the blood rush in your veins and release endorphins, improving your mood and soothing the fatigue from your fever. oh how you both loved each other so deeply, that for every moment he spends with you, it was pure bliss to him.