Tag: bnha

All Might dropping into subspace and he has a loose, almost dopey smile on his face. He’s biting his bottom lip and has drool leaking out the corners of his mouth mouth. His eyes can hardly stay open he feels so good. Aizawa’s got three finger in him, milking his prostate again and again until his cock completely spent and drooling from the tip.

Aizawa would be super stingy with praise tho. In general he doesn’t talk much; always looks bored when he plays with a sub; it’s just how he is. Good thing All Might isn’t phased by stuff like that.

I’m really surprised no one has come to you with a similar idea yet but imagine Aizawa using his scarfs for suspension bondage!! Aizawa getting huge All Might suspended from his ceiling and doing as he pleases to his big slutty boy. He probably even does the same to Hizashi but he has to use his quirk to keep him somewhat quiet

All Might would be the best sub tho??? Like always smiling and being so very brave; wants to try out everything and be a good boy. He’d look gorgeous dangling from a ceiling; pinnacle of human fitness, showing off his perfect bod

erasermic au where present mic is the loudest partner to ever exist and they’ve been evicted 4 times

what about

trans!Hizashi (Present Mic) tho. like.. yes please…

Aizawa grits his teeth, looking down at the almost painful curve of Hizashi’s back, offering up his ass, rim reddened and pouty as it stretches slowly, slowly, slowly around Aizawa’s cock.

He has one hand on the back of Hizashi’s head, fingers curled tight into the long, blond hair, but Hizashi is whimpering and he can’t find it in him to press him any tighter into the pillow to keep him silent.

“Shhh,” he whispers, trying his damndest to go slow; to not fuck Hizashi like he needs to, in an effort to keep his crying at a minimum. “All’s good. All’s good, shhh,” he mumbles, words slurring, chest burning at the feel of Hizashi impossibly tight on his cock.

The problem is how sensitive Hizashi is, he supposes.

His hips stutter and Hizashi’s breath hitches and then he jerks back out because he can’t help it, and Hizashi wails, hips lifting, offering himself up, needing the fill of Aizawa’s cock, and damn can this man get loud.

Lazy morning, soft sleepy sex with erasermight is my new favorite thing. Let those old men rest and be happy

Aizawa is fucking him lazily; almost slow enough that Toshinori wonders if he fell asleep again: forehead pressed between the sharp cuts of Toshinori’s shoulder blades, his warm, moist breath fanning against the valley of his spine.

Every now and then, though, Aizawa will twist his hips; give his thrusts a new angle that makes Toshinori’s toes curl and his breathing speed up.

There are a few drops of blood soaked into the towel he’s dragged across his pillow, though nothing to be worried about yet.

The constant throb of pain in his side is dull, almost as sleepy as their coupling.

Aizawa is mumbling, but it is too indistinct to make out anything – his hands are gentle as they trace Toshinori’s painfully visible ribs, and his lips leave wet little smears when he presses sloppy kisses against his back.

He might not be able to hear him, but he can quite imagine what he is saying, and it is enough to make him want to squirm in embarrassment, pressing his forehead against his arms, and breathing quick and warm into the little space he created.

“Don’t,” he rumbles. He can taste the blood frothing at the corner of his mouth, but the feeling of his impending orgasm low in his shivering belly is more prominent than anything else.

Aizawa hums and lifts up higher on his knees, easily taking Toshinori’s slim hips with him. He can’t possibly reach in to nuzzle his face into the back of Toshinori’s neck, but he makes due by gently biting whatever he can reach; leaving distinct points of dull pain behind that makes Toshinori squeeze down on his cock.