very denki like behavior

unfortunately sero and kirishima would text in straight boy slang. a lot of type shit, gang, we up, you're the goat, bet, cooked, bruh, word...

denki too but throw in the occasional “clock it” “girl please” and “it’s giving”

constance "connie" s. - car sex

connie who is too quick to say goodbye to everyone at the halloween party even if you were only there for an hour because the raven costume you were wearing looked so good on you.

"ou-..put that fuckin' pussy on me baby"

denki is definitely the type to lowkey hope for his cock to slip out while you ride him just so he can be the one to wrap his arm around your upper body, lift you up and push it right back in with his other hand.

something denki likes to throw into this, is actually rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit until you get impatient and yell at him to put it back in.

blondieeu xx

Inflation is so fucking bad we're fantasizing about stalkers leaving groceries

A singular light is on. The apartment is dim with diffused shadows, cast across the entryway from doorway to the dining room. As you take off your shoes, you're aware of a slow drumming-- tap, tap, tap, tap: fingers against the hardwood of the table. As you wander in, dropping your coat on the couch next to your husband's, you see the man in question. He's sitting there, expression more dour than usual.

"Sit down." Aizawa jerks his chin to the chair opposing him. For once he's still in his work clothes, his all black garb dusted at the knees and elbows. The sweats he usually changed into at still draped over the back of his chair, waiting for him.

"What is this?" You gesture to the scene before you, "Are you interrogating me or something?"

"Sit," he repeats, face flat. He's still wearing his boots, prosthetic still on. You're going to make him vacuum later. "We have to talk."

You slide into your seat, brow raised. Aizawa stares at you for a long moment before he leans back and grabs something from the floor. He tosses the item onto the table and taps his finger against it.

"What is this?" he asks. You pause for a second, expecting something scandalous, but then you process it and realize:

"It's the pack of boxer briefs you asked me to buy," you laugh a bit and Aizawa scowls deeper. His eye twitches at your amusement, "What?"

"You know what's wrong with this."

You look at the package again. It's the right size, the right material, the right cut-- you genuinely don't know what the issue is.

"It's... underwear."

"Look at it. Look." Aizawa taps the package, as if the answer is obvious.

"Honey-"

"You bought me." His voice cracks with really annoyance. "All Might underwear."

You shrug with a shake of your head, the breath of a laugh in your voice. "So? It was on sale."

Aizawa leans forward, taking the package in both hands and pointing to the designs. Most are just boldly colored, with bright blues and yellows, but the front most pair of briefs are spotted with All Might's face and name. It's gaudy, sure, but you're the only one seeing his underwear, so why should it matter?

"So?" Aizawa repeats back, "I work with the man, I can't wear his face on my fucking penis."

You lean forward to match him, shoulders bouncing with a laugh you're trying to swallow. "How would he know?"

"It doesn't matter if he knows, I'd know." Over dramatically, he tosses the package to the side and to the floor, face still scrunched with annoyance, "You have to return them."

"Again. They were on sale. I can't return them." You reach across the table for his hand, but he doesn't react, still staring at you with a curled lip. "I'll just wear them instead."

Aizawa groans.

"Absolutely not." He puts his head in his hands, hair falling over his eyes, "How could I ever look him in the eyes ever again? His face on your body."

"I guess you're not going to like my Dynamite thong then."

"Please tell me you're joking." Aizawa rubs his palms into his eyes, eyepatch moving back and forth, "He is my student, that's not funny."

"He was your student ten years ago," you remind him, "He's a grown man with merch now."

"Tell me you're joking. Tell me."

You stand, hands on your button fly, "Why don't you go check for yourself?"

"No." Aizawa finally looks up at you, expression almost pained, "We might never have sex again actually."

THROAT GOAT | s. geto ❤︎︎ ꒰ MDNI ꒱ྀི

“c’mon girl, you got it.” suguru grunted, gripping onto the back of your head. fingers entangled in your braids as you gripped onto his thick muscly thighs.

you licked your lips as you felt yourself salivating, looking up at him with your beautiful doll-like eyes as you gave him kitten licks on the tip of his cock. he shuddered, almost bucking his hips only from that. you wrapped your lips around his throbbing dick sliding yourself all the way down to the base, sticking your tongue out in the process to lick his base as well.

he threw his head back & let out a guttural moan, his grip on your hair tightening. “god, fuck.” he whispered to him as he watched you deep throat him. his high bun slowly turning into a loose low messy bun, & he looked so fine you almost came just looking at him.

you gagged around his cock as his thrusted into your throat & a fast pace. his head thrown back & his mouth agape & he felt your throat tighten around him. ignoring your hands clawing at his thighs. “c’mon c’mon… ughh-nghh!” he whimpered out, shooting his cum right in the back of your throat.

you slid right off of his dick with a gasp, swallowing his salty load with a cough from the rough treatment. “stick it out, lemme see.” he hummed, grabbing your chin roughly. you shyly open your mouth, sticking your tongue out with a quiet moan.

“good girl.”

- my first nsfw writing HEHE howd i dooooo, gimme some tips if u think i need em! thank uu hope u luv it, dont forget too leave a request!! ღ ps. this is also not proofread! sorry for any mistakes :/