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currently having heart palpitation over hawks being soft just for you. subby!hawks

you’re the one person where he feels comfortable shedding his many personas, the only one who actually makes him feel safe. it’s why he’s here now, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face pressed into your neck, huffing down your scent like a man seeking reason in a mad world

he’s a performer, a do-gooder, a hero intent on flashing bells and whistles so no one will know that the pain originates inside of him, so the minute he hears your soft little voice say, “bad day, baby?” he’s practically doubled over in gratitude, in relief—finally, finally, he can put the performance away

he just nods against your neck, body tense, and lets you take the lead. closes his eyes tight to keep himself from falling apart when you whisper in his ear, “let me do all the thinking, then, okay?”

when you care for him like this, he’s hesitant to call it sex. it’s something more sacred, divine, your body transcending the words he knows you long to use. you make him feel something he’s never felt in his entire life

you gently push him onto the couch and unbuckle his pants, knowing smile curling your lips when you see how hard he is, straining along the length of his thigh

“poor baby,” you coo and lean in, licking him through his briefs. he nearly cums then and there, fists his hand in the back of your hair to stop you—

“sorry gorgeous,” he says, chest heaving. you love taking care of him because it produces this effect, golden eyes blown out in arousal, wings rippling out and preening behind him. “need you too much for that.”

both of you undress economically and without fuss—skin-to-skin contact is the goal, and hawks already thinks of your beauty as sacrosanct. it doesn’t matter if you sashay your hips at him or not; the want is there 24/7 regardless

you cup his face in your hands and kiss him, gently working your clit along the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth until his hands clamp down on your hips in a silent plea

hawks’ arms wrap around your waist once you roll down onto him, holding you close, forehead pressed to yours as you ride him, mouth hung open in pleasure

he begs you to go harder, faster, “please dove, feel how fucking close I am” as his cock pulses inside you

as he gets closer, he mumbles a litany of moans and whimpers into your neck, punctuating each roll of his hips with a claim, “my darling, my little bird, my fucking girl”—drinks in the sight of you falling apart on his lap like a man finding salvation

later, when you're carding your fingers through his hair in the shower, he says what he's been meaning to for months, "I love you, too"

this request ! fem ! reader , period mentions , swearing

"katsuki... i said 'pads with wings'."

trying to explain to your angry and embarrassed boyfriend what the difference was with pads with wings, and pads with chicken wings. clearly, katsuki didn't know about the former, and had assumed you wanted normal pads and a box of chicken wings. naturally, he had internally questioned the correlation between the two items, but he knew better than to question what you want.

"thats what i fuckin' bought ya! yer pads and wings, so what the fuck are ya laughin' bout??!" katsuki scowled, slamming the pads and box of wings onto the counter and glaring at you. he was embarrassed at how long you had been laughing at him, but he didn't understand what you found so funny about the situation.

once you had stopped laughing, you showed katsuki a picture of pads with wings on your phone, watching the realisation dawn on his face. his cheeks turned an angry red and he immediately began to try and defend himself, claiming that he 'knew what you meant but he wanted to mess with you.' snatching the box of wings from the table, he stormed out of the room, huffing that he was going to eat them.

the next time you send katsuki out to go get you pads, he returns with the correct pads, and a basket full of snacks and your favourite drinks. not to mention, he also brings ingredients to make your own wings, since he claimed that the wings from last time tasted like shit, and that he could make them a hundred times better himself.

you knew he just wanted to spend more time with you when you weren't feeling great on your period and give you something fun to do, but you kept your mouth shut and joined him in the kitchen.

Made some art for the first time in aaaages!!

(Well, I made some other stuff recently, but it only just occurred to me to post it…)

okay so i finished checking if we were friends in every universe and, uh, it turns out we're only friends in 6 of them. but look, i need you to understand these universes vary like crazy, okay? like 6 is actually insanely high, like way higher than most. and one of those is the universe where i accidentally killed the actor who played Dipsy from Teletubbies when i was 7 and my life went completely differently as a result. and we still ended up friends! also you were a girl in that universe for some reason. what? oh, uh, yeah, you were cute as hell. like really cute. did you just fucking giggle

dabi and dumbification 🤝 - mdni

he likes how smart you are, actually prefers you a little mean, but nothing, absolutely nothing, turns him on like watching his smart girl go stupid on his dick

actually lives for the moment when he witnesses your mind go slack and give in to him—he’s big on control and trust, so knowing that you’re essentially putting your whole person in his hands is everything to him

“aww, you like being my little cocksleeve, don’t ya sweet thing?” he snarls, teeth against your neck, one hand hot on your hip. “no one’s ever fucked the words right outta that pretty mouth, I can tell”

loves the feeling of overpowering you so completely that he’s overwriting your very senses. you’re babbling out his name, tears pricking your eyes at the press of pleasure/pain swirling in your gut. hell, you can’t even beg him anymore, you’re so far gone—

“fuck, this slutty little pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight.” smacks your ass as he bullies his cock into you, smirks at the fucked-out whine that falls from your lips. “bet I can get another one out of you, huh baby? you still know how?” said with that infuriating smirk on his face

edges himself the entire time he’s making you cum

“where do you want it? here?” feral grin on his face while pressing down on your lower stomach, your frantic little nod bobbing up and down. “who am I to deny you?”

probably receives noise complaints from every lov member

Katsuki loves being the little spoon

and he fucking hates how much he loves it. He loves the feeling of his back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He hates it because it makes him feel weak, and the last thing he ever wants is to be perceived as weak.

But damn, as much as he loves, and try’s to convinced himself he prefers, to be the one holding you…he can't deny how much he loves the way it feels when he’s the one being held.

He loves the warmth of your face buried into his shoulder and the side of his neck, the way your breath sends shivers down his spine. When you slip your hand under his shirt and run your fingers up and down his stomach, he can’t help but tense up, a soft groan escaping him.

“Quit gropin me,” he mutters, but you know it’s not real irritation. He’s just trying to play it cool.

Then, when you place gentle kisses on his neck, he squirms a little, his body betraying him. “Quit teasin”, he grumbles, but his voice is shaky.

“Shut up, Katsu,” you whisper teasingly. "You love it."

He huffs, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "I’m gonna murder you one of these days woman," he says, but he’s already pushing himself girthing into you, you tighten your grip, the tension in his muscles fading once again.

DOOMED YURI FOR THE WIN 🩸🌸

i'm sorry but hawks being able to sense and control every individual feather is absolutely insane to me. like that's some ao3-headcanon-fanon ass shit. but it isn't. it's canon.

just!!

him giving you a feather to keep, and at first you don't know why. but then it dawns on you. oh. he wants to keep an eye on you at all times. from then on, you keep it with you, always. sometimes as a hair charm, sometimes tucked away in your purse. 

the feather moves occasionally, or gets sharper when you're stressed/anxious (who needs pepper spray anyway? well, certainly not you!! because you have a piece of your pro hero boyfriend to stab people with).

you like kissing the feather, or caressing it, just to fuck with him - double the fun if he's on live tv giving an interview. 

hawks loves it when you run your fingers through his wings. he'll melt right under your touch and stretch like a cat.

you help him with upkeep, straightening askew feathers and removing damaged ones.

whenever hawks' wings take a lot of damage and he comes home with little stubs on his back, you take extra good care of them. He says it helps them regrow faster. you haven't been able to confirm or refute this (it's not like it matters. you won't stop doing it either way).

WHOOPSIE DAISY — mha smau

includes: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestiveness, timeskip/aged up! boys

seros been eyeing you up all night- he does it everytime mina brings you along to one of their house partys- minas pretty coworker.

eventually- after catching sero staring for the eighth time that night, mina asks you why you won’t go for it “refuse to be one of hantas whores-” maybe it’s the way you slur when you say it, or the way the words kind of play together but your quip forces you and mina into fits of giggles and the topic is quickly forgotten.

when sero overhears it he can’t even fight the frown it sets on his face- a punch to the gut. sure, maybe he had a bit of a reputation but it’s not like that with you? had you truly thought his constant compliments and lost stares were purely just because he wanted in your pants?

and maybe that’s a part of it- infact it definitely is. but sero hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you while he fucks his fist for months and he knows that has to mean something.