Happy Halloween

haha totally cool abt keigo telling you to shut up and dabi is there it would be crazy to make it a lil one shot (pleading)

just walk with me here idk how to tag this but yeah

how did you get in this situation? when your boyfriend had asked you for assitance earlier, you thought you'd just be sitting in while he had some random hero in the room for questioning. he knew you didn't do all the violence stuff, you weren't for it-- so you opted for mind games. was that what he wanted your help with?

that was not the case, apparently. and no, dabi didn't tell you he had the number two hero in japan in the interrogation room either. was it part of the plan? it's likely dabi won't ever confirm it.

so how did you get to this point, bouncing on hawks' cock like it was you who had something to prove?

if you had to be honest, hawks was too sweet. too gentle. his hands that held your hips were too kind, holding you as if you were made of glass and would break if he slammed into you any harder. his lips tasted like honey and his moans were just a tad too quiet.

a stark contrast to your boyfriend.

dabi was rough, dabi was mean. he knew how to manhandle you in all the right ways, hit the right spots that made your toes curl-- dabi knew how to make you scream and subsequently cream as well.

you could feel dabi's eyes on you, but he wasn't watching you so to say. his harsh gaze was locked on the blonde underneath you, a snide chuckle leaving his lips as he leans onto the table with spread palms. the corner of his mouth is lifted with a hint of a smirk.

“are ya’ even tryin’ there, hawks?”

your movements slow, filling the odd and tense silence with slick and lewd noises every time you drop yourself back down on hawks' lap. the blonde's hands then tighten around your waist and when your head tilts back forward, you find a rosy little tint along his cheeks.

"baby," your voice drips like syrup as it travels across the room. your head tilts back to catch dabi's gaze and the slight smirk on his lips stretch wider when he sees your bottom lip jut out. he's a sucker for that petname and pout-- but he'll be damned if he showed that in front of hawks. "give him a break. he's never had pussy like this before."

the filth in your words only make hawks flush more. is this why dabi always looks like he's in a good mood when he comes to the hideout? because he has some sweet looking angel that sucks the soul out of his dick? it must be why. you look so innocent-- big wet eyes and plump lips and a body that's going to leave his head (literally and figuratively) spent for days.

"he's supposed to be proving his worth, pretty girl," dabi's cooing, moving closer. he stops just off to the side, weaving a hand into your hair and tugging gently-- hawks was surprised to see him act so docile. dabi tilts your head back and tugs you gently to slot his lips to yours and it only throws hawks for a loop when you start to grind down harder on top of him.

"c'mon, birdie," dabi murmurs against your lips; his free hand rests casually on the table beside him while the other is wrapped in your hair. "stop being such a hero. this girl likes it when it's mean."

to punctuate his words, dabi slips a hand between the two of you, rough fingertips tapping against your sensitive clit in a way that makes you jump and jolt. of course, dabi's talking to your pussy. hawks thinks he's talking to you-- something tightens in his chest when he feels you clench and drip more along his cock.

hawks' hip rut upwards, his first move he's made unprompted; and he's rewarded with an approving moan that slips from your mouth. heat burns in his gut when you clench tighter around him-- he doesn't need to look over to know dabi's finally has a look of approval etched onto his features. he repeats the action, receiving another moan; so he continues.

mewl after mewl, you're so noisy; hawks thinks to himself. divine, you sound absolutely divine-- but you're so loud. he can't hear himself think over the lewd and obscene noises coming out of your mouth. his hips snap upward harder, rougher; attempting in vain to shut you up by leaving you speechless.

it doesn't work. why would it? you expect and love this kind of treatment from dabi, so why would you be quiet when hawks is finally doing all the right things? you can feel him bullying against your cervix and if it were any other situation, the blissed out smile you're wearing would've been the hottest thing in the world to send him over the edge.

hawks' hand darts upward, wrapping around your throat and he squeezes. he doesn't know where he found it in himself to do so, but it silences your moans but not the filthy slick noises coming from where the two of you are connected. of course you would gush more on his dick from this. of course.

"god," hawks seems to growl out, his breathing is labored as he keeps a hand steady on your waist as he continues to slam into you. "shut up, you're so fuckin' loud."

he's returned with a choked gasp on your end and a curious, piqued eyebrow from dabi. the flame user doesn't say anything, though his hand is tight in your hair and his lips are against the shell of your ear. "you like this, don't you pretty?" he rasps, his eyes are trained on hawks like a guard dog. if you give him the word, the winged hero would get a punishment fitting for inflicting anything other than pleasure.

your body shudders, and you attempt to hum-- something that lets him know you're alright. dabi might be brash and unkind sometimes, but he does care. and now that you've given the greenlight, the doors are now wide open.

with a quick peck to your temple, dabi straightens and then relaxes back against the table. "c'mon feathers," he taunts, a derisive looking smirk now stretching the skin around his staples, "you can give her more, can't you? 's gonna take more than that to get her to cum."

hawks swallows and his dick throbs, snug inside of you. he prays to whatever supreme being that none of this encounter gets repeated in daylight, and he takes dabi's challenge.

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face-sitting , kinda fluffy at the end, idk loser tomura (college au)

"god, you suck at this."

"it's my first fucking time, i told you that." he groans as he attempts to eat you out, your hands in his long hair— "tomu, you keep missing my clit." you can tell he's getting frustrated.

"get off." you mumble, pushing his face away from your pussy— you watch as he leans back, and if you could pinpoint his feelings you'd think he's about to cry.

"lay on your back, I'll just hump your face." you mumble out, watching his face change from disappointment to excitement as he lays on his back, one of his hands flipping his hair up to get comfortable.

you climb on top of him, finger lightly tracing the skeleton on his oversized hoodie as you do before your legs are on either side of his head.

he's blessed, he thinks— your sticky pussy is gonna be rubbing all over his face, using him as your toy. he's so close to cumming.

you sink your hips until you feel his lips against your pussy, your manicured fingers dipping into his hair, "stick your tongue out all the way." you demand, and he listens— his tongue lolls out of his mouth, the warm muscle already grinding against your clit.

"good boy." you hum, grinding your pussy against his tongue— his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole as your clit bumps his nose.

he's moaning into your pussy, white-knuckling the sheets as you fuck his face.

finally, he's finally fucking good for something.

you speed up your hips, as you begin to moan— some of your juices falling down his cheeks n chin as he attempts to drink all of you up— you taste fucking amazing, he thinks.

"ohhh fuck, tomu. feels s'good baby, g'nna cum all over your face."

he growls into your cunt, arms wrapping around your thighs— "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chants into your pussy— maybe it's because your close to cumming, or you're extremely horny but, the way he's slobbering on your pussy and panting into you is really doing it for you, "cum on my fucking face— cum, cum, fuck please, please. wan' you t'cum really, really bad. please." he begs.

"oh fuck, oh fuck— holy shiiiii-iit!—" you gasp, attempting to pull your hips off of his face only for him to hold you there. he wants to look up at your but your stupid skirt is in the fucking way.

once you come down from your high, he finally lets you go and you sit on his chest.

tomura's eyes squint, his face is flushed a bright pink instead of his usual pale skin and maybe just maybe, you could say you like this guy.

"can you be my girlfriend?"

"no."

"please?"

"okay, fine."

now you have to drag this pathetic loser everywhere on campus, your friends will have a field day with that. you place your hand over his cock only to jump slightly at the wet damp spot on his pants— "did you fucking cum on yourself?" you laugh out, as you wipe your hand on his chest.

"fuck you, it's your fucking fault. get off of me." he groans in embarrassment and pushes you off. you pout as you lay beside him, eyes scanning the room for your panties.

tomura gets on top of you,

"you aren't fucking me."

"i'm not trying to." he huffs as he wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your chest in a silent attempt to thank you.

just manga hawks

His wings are so much bigger and more majestic in the mangas than in the anime. Also I feel like they're much more anatomically correct and detailed.

Just Maybe | Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

CW: Sub! Shigaraki if you squint, humiliation kink, masturbation, fleshlight used

Maybe knowing he'd never be yours was that drew him to you.

It had to have been that. It couldn't be anything else: he found your charisma annoying, your popularity suffocating, your voice absolutely irritating.

You were just...too perfect.

But maybe that was exactly what he needed. Someone unattainable- someone safe.

That was what made it so easy to thrust into his fleshlight at the thought of you, arm draped over his face and covering his eyes with-

Well, it couldn't be shame.

He liked that what he was doing was exactly what a disgusting pervert would do. He liked that anyone could look at him fucking his fleshlight and correctly conclude he was probably some untouched virgin who relied entirely on toys to satisfy himself.

He liked how pathetic it was, gasping the name of the most popular student in his grade level while he fucked himself silly.

He liked how messy he'd get, how almost whiny he'd sound when it got to a certain point.

Oh, if only you could see his poor, swollen cock aching for the touch of someone else. Heavy balls begging to be stepped on-

Fuck, the thought was enough for him to let out a shaky whine.

His thighs would tremble as he got close to climax, and his end, his last thought would always, always be-

Well...what if he did have a chance with you?

Of course that was hard for anyone to believe when his unathletic ass was still gasping and covered in his own cum. But maybe, just...

Just, maybe.

omg i saw that heizou and scaramouche smut, may i request the same one but theyre just so submissive and breedable

A/n: The more I think about a threesome with these two, the more I go 😳😳 I'm more than happy to write for them this way again. And them subbing and being needy 😳 I hope you enjoy.

Sub!Heizou x fem!reader x Sub! Scaramouche threesome

You crawled on the bed, putting yourself in between Heizou and Scaramouche, their eyes racking over your naked form. Pressing kisses and licks against Heizou's neck, you felt his pulse quicken against your tongue, letting out a shaky breath as he tilted his head to the side.

"Your teeth, please," Heizou whispered, biting the inside of his cheek, the wet feeling of your tongue against his skin shot pleasurable jolts straight down into hardening cock. You laughed, muffled against his neck, obliging him by pulling a chunk of skin into your mouth and grinding your teeth it. "Mmm," a sigh of content came from deep in his chest.

You decided to go to work on Scaramouche first. He'd been such a brat lately. Fucking him while he subbed for you like this would quiet him down a bit.

Reaching down, your hand sought out Scaramouche's cock, stroking your fingers down his length before squeezing it. Your ears were blessed with a sigh that was velvet against your ears, an indication that your touch was only thing that he desired in this world. It kept him grounded and sane.

He grinded needily into your hand, nuzzling your neck before burying his face in it. Pulling your mouth from Heizou's neck, you curled a finger under Scaramouche's chin, beckoning him to look at you.

"Tell me what you want, Scara~," you purred, rubbing your fingers into the precum on the tip of cock before squeezing it, rolling it between the pads of your thumb and index finger.

Biting his lip, Scaramouche choked out a moan, the pupils of his indigo eyes blown out, lidded hazy with lust and need. Every squeeze of your fingers sent his cock twitching in your hand, leaking precum.

"Ride me," it wasn't a command like it normally was. His voice was soft, desperate, and endearing. Please be patient with this man, it was hard for him to sub for you like this.

Smiling, you tapped his lips with the fingers of your free hand before you kissed him. He moaned against your mouth when he felt your teeth graze against his lower lip. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, swirling it in time with his. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you gently pushed him down onto his back.

A trail of spit connected your tongue with Scaramouche's as you pulled away from the kiss to look over at Heizou. Curling a finger in a come hither motion, you called him over to kneel down next you.

Scaramouche's hands sought out your hips, guiding you down onto his cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, letting out your own sighs of pleasure as it sank inch by delicious inch into your slick pussy.

"You just look so breedable, Scara," you said, moaning as started to rock and bounce on his cock. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he didn't notice it much. Each roll of your hips made his cock throb and twitch as he stretched out your walls.

"Ahh, fuck," he hissed, sighing contently, rutting up into your pussy in time with your bounces, his skin slapping against your's. His fingers dug into your hips, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer.

His moans turned into needy whines, burying his cock to the hilt inside of you. You choked back a strangled cry of pleasure, throwing your head back. "Fuck me, Scara," you cried out, reaching down to fondle and squeeze Heizou's balls.

"Shit, I can't wait to cum inside you," Heizou said, his cock was painfully hard as you pumped your hand. "And breed you nice and full."

The knot of Scaramouche's orgasm was building to burst in his stomach. Watching you fuck yourself silly on his cock, pinching one of your nipples with your free hand for extra stimulation drove him over the edge. He loves feeling this needed, this wanted. You were bouncing on his cock like you needed it. Needed him to make you feel good.

His pants turned into needy whines and moans, his fingers finding their way to your clit, rubbing feverishly, coaxing your walls to clench around his cock. He'd held himself back from cumming so that you could first.

Your legs trembled as you climaxed, Scaramouche's cock squelching in and out of you as creamed on his cock, writhing and biting your lip. His cum felt so warm as it spilled inside of you, hearing Scaramouche groan in relief. You leaned down, riding him through his orgasm, flicking your tongue over one of his sensitive nipples.

He was left breathless and panting when you dismounted him, his cum spilling down your legs as you turned your attention to Heizou.

"Oh my poor Heizou~," you crooned. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his body flush with yours. "I've left you hard for so long." Taking his hard, weeping cock in your hands, your buried it between your folds still slick with Scaramouche's cum.

"Mhmm~" he sighed, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips, shuddering as you rubbed his cock between your folds. Sliding down so that your mouth was lined up with his cock, you couldn't help but tease him a little more. Your tongue darted out to prod against his tip, keeping your eyes on him, smiling when you saw his face contort with pleasure.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" You asked, knowing full well what his answer would be. You just wanted to hear it from him.

"Inside," Heizou whines, "I want to--ah, fuck--cum inside you."

Chuckling, you turned around and bent over, resting your elbows on the bed, pushing your ass up in the air. Heizou couldn't crawl behind you fast enough. Your pussy just looked so delicious and sinful on display for him, he could help but lick between your folds a few times before he slammed his cock inside of you.

Heizou had been so frustrated, waiting so long for you to finish fucking Scaramouche. He trembled, relishing how your walls immediately clenched tightly around his cock, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

"Heizou!" You cried out, your fingers clawing at the sheets, your tongue lulling out, babbling with pleasure as Heizou railed you from behind with a mindless, feverish pace. He bit your shoulder, whining, gripping your hips. Panting and grunting, he filled you with his cum.

He didn't stop until you came again, choking back sobs of pleasure, nearly screaming, your body collapsing exhausted onto the bed.

Three liars in formal wear

red feathers fan across your line of sight, blocking the television from view as keigo chirps, "hey baby, what do you wanna order for din—"

"shhhhhh."

leaning forward off of the couch, you grab keigo by the pocket of his sweatpants and tug him sideways out of the way. he blinks, letting out a small huff before unceremoniously collapsing onto the cushion beside you, face smushed against your shoulder.

"imagine if you liked paying attention to your boyfriend as much as you like watching your sho—"

"keigo!"

his wings droop, and he groans, sliding even lower to drop his head face down in your lap.

"AND NEXT UP, WE'VE GOT TODAY'S SPECIAL SEGMENT ON THE NUMBER TWO HERO...HAWKS!"

keigo perks up and rolls over, eyes darting from the footage of his skyscraper fire rescue the other day to the proud smile on your face as you stare at the screen.

his feathers ruffle, and he preens.

"you know you've got the real thing right in fron—"

this time, when you place a finger over his lips and continue to ignore him, he just rolls his eyes and grins, making himself comfortable in your lap.

Coffee or tea? (Or monster drinks)

None of the above. I like reigns.

They're always together