my mia!!! no pressure to answer, but out of bkdk x reader, who is more likely to finger her mouth and who is more likely to finger her .. you know..
ur so silly "no pressure to answer" in what universe would i not answer this amazing question???
i think that the answer depends on two things: context and intention.
٠࣪⭑ cw: 18+, dk x bk x fem!reader, fingers in orifices, spit, cum, choking etc., ummm orgasm control? uh idk i didn't proofread this literally at all, general smut contents LOL
katsuki likes to put his fingers in your mouth and pretend they’re his cock. he presses down on the center of your tongue, inching back until he nudges the back of your throat, watching with lidded, heavy eyes as you choke, just a little! he’ll hold them there for a second, swallowing thickly as you bob on them, up n down with hollow cheeks. when you swirl your tongue around the digits like they’re something else, he groans “such a good fuckin’ girl, my good girl.”
or, when he’s inside and buried to the hilt, heart pounding, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut because he’s so close to cumming but he doesn’t wanna miss single second of the pretty faces you’re making…. you beg him, “k-kiss, katsuki, please, something,” but he knows if he grants your request it’ll push him right over the edge and he needs to hold on because he’s too engrossed by you, too locked in to the feeling of your messy cunt squeezing him for all he’s worth. so he grunts, caresses the side of your face before slipping a thumb past your parted lips, giving your mouth something to do as he fucks you through.
izuku is.... less sweet about it. think that he likes his fingers in your mouth because he likes how it overwhelms you. he wants to be in control of each of your five senses, wants you to consume him and be consumed in return. he likes to fill your entire field of vision, faces nearly pressed together so his eyes are the only thing you see, likes it when you nose along his skin to smell the sweat and musk and sex; he likes when you shiver at his touch, leaning in for more, likes it when he whispers praises and filthy things in your ear and he can feel you clench around him. so why shouldn't he like to watch you taste him too?
he'll slide the pads of his fingers across your lips, heart soaring and smile beaming when they fall open without any further instruction. it's nice when you're feeling all soft and pliant and needy, makes you extra submissive to his whims. he isn't so much fingering as exploring. he wants to feel the ridges of your teeth as they scrape his flesh, wants to see how far back he can go before you start to gag. he wants to see drool on your chin.
when it comes to.... other places, i think it's actually just katsuki to be honest. that is, he's more likely to use his fingers for your pleasure. he uses them to coax you to a peak, prodding and molding until you soften like warm putty in his hands. and i think he likes his hands a lot, and knowing they can pull such delicious reactions from you fills him with a sense of pride.
if you asked him which he prefers, giving you head or giving you fingers, i think it's a toss up; you're addictive to him either way, and when he's down face to face with your glistening pussy, he could die a happy man.
the thing is, when he fingers you he gets to be closer to you. i think katsuki likes to study every minuscule change in your expression as he pumps his fingers gently, likes to hear the gasp that starts in your chest and works it's way up to your head when he adds another finger, satisfied smirk plastered on his already too smug face. you don't become the very best unless you do your due diligence, and he's gotta know the results of every single action he takes. he wants his body to surround yours, wrapping an arm around your torso to hold you up when you start to lose your strength, begging you to give him just one more. so what if that's what he's said already? it felt true then too...
whereas izuku... yeah idk. i think it doesn't matter to him. it's spur of the moment, it's whatever he feels like right then.
still, i think he likes giving you his tongue more than his fingers sometimes because it allows him to use his hands for other things, like teasing and groping at your flesh, or keeping your knees pressed nice and wide.
if you're short on time, or whatever, he'll slip his fingers inside and within a stunningly brief timeframe he's cooing as you clench and spasm around him while you cum, slick arousal dripping on to his wrist – he won't relent, won't give you a moment, already asking for another, another. fingering you is almost a show of skill, like he's proving how well he knows all the little things that get you there.
when he settles his head between your legs though, he gets nice and comfortable, eats like a man starved, and adding a few fingers just adds to the experience, makes it messier. i think he eats your pussy for himself just as much as for you, if not more. he isn't coaxing orgasms out of you, he's taking them.
some food for thought: you're straddling katsuki's lap, facing him with your knees extended so he can play with your pretty pussy. your stance is forced wide by his body beneath you. izuku is wrapped around him from behind, one of his hands stroking the blonde's length with a torturously slow pace as the other hand grips your cheeks and keeps you upright and forward facing.
"stay still," he murmurs, and you know he's talking to both of you by the way katsuki's breathing grows heavier but his body stills, save for the way his fingers are still knuckle deep inside your warmth, stroking lovingly against your walls. izuku has his head propped on katsuki's shoulder so he can watch – all three of your faces are so close, sharing the same air and swallowing each other's gasps.
when he kisses a line up katsuki's neck and you feel him shudder, it makes you crave a kiss, too. you lean forward, all needy and selfish, and izuku slides two fingers in your mouth to stop you and tide you over.
"our baby sure is greedy, isn't she kacchan?"
katsuki's eyes are low as they slide across your face, which is adorned with an almost comically lewd expression, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you lap at izuku's fingers. "doesn't know how to wait her turn."
"no, she doesn't," izuku hums in agreement, sliding his fingers even deeper, and they both chuckle when you moan pathetically.
"fuck, she's gushin' all over me," katsuki pants, pressing his thumb to your clit because he knows it's going to make you cry out. when it does, he glances to izuku and smirks before looking back at you. "you like our fingers in both your holes, huh?"
"of course she does," izuku quips, "such a messy, needy girl." his eyes are locked on your face now; your cheeks burn at their comments. you go to lean back again, but izuku says, "hold her, please."
katsuki's hand comes up to palm the back of your head, keeping you in place so izuku can watch you gurgle around his impossibly thick fingers.
"bein' so good and taking us so well," katsuki praises. his words send a shiver down your spine and make you clench around him, your mind blank with the heightened pleasure and attention you feel.
izuku locks eyes with you and you can see, he has his stern face on so he's about to give an instruction. "you like kacchan's fingers?" he asks, and you do your best to nod. the coil in your gut is taught, ready to snap, but you know what happens when you cum without permission.
he smiles, deciding to be generous and give you what you want, then says, "alright baby, prove it. cum all over them for us."
u can’t just point out megumi’s fingers and not say more
18+
long, thick but pretty, firm grip but soft skin. i think megumi really takes care of his hands. they're his weapon and his defense. they're the barriers he puts up between himself and others.
for a man of relatively few words, megumi's hands seem to do his talking for him. they give away his mood, too. shoved in his pockets, or smacking the back of itadori's head, his hands tell a story that he isn't ready to utter out loud, giving away the secrets he's never been very good at hiding. even if his face doesn't reveal what he's thinking, his hands and their occupation will give you an idea.
and they're always reaching for you. silently, fingers splayed and demanding, for your hand, or your waist, or the back of your neck. whenever he gets a hand on you, he exhales quietly, like he’s been holding his breath. waiting for the moment he gets to feel you again.
his fingers are for grasping on to the things he cares about. they're his favorite points of contact. he likes grabbing and gripping at your flesh, likes to hold you tenderly as much as he likes to hold you down.
it's a grip that's possessive, shielding. with his hands on you, he marks you, not in the physical sense, but in the way no one would ever doubt that you belong to him. he claims you. and you let him, leaning in to his touch and wrapping your arms around him, marking him too.
strong and soft, pretty and rugged, delicate and solid, his hands are paradoxical, contradicting their own existence. but they are. strong in the ways that he uses them as extensions of his will, soft in the way he uses them as extensions of his heart. ruggedly beautiful, with a vice like grip to demonstrate his strength, but relatively unmarked skin, smooth and well tended. and he is grounding, steadying, solid, but the tremor in his fingers when you curl yourself around him, the waver when your lips make contact with his skin.... unbearably delicate.
when his fingers dance along your skin, it's his way of writing you a love letter. he traces the peaks and valleys of your body, memorizing each curve and tracing over every imperfection in the skin. if you shiver, he smooths his hand over the area, pressing down with just enough pressure to ease the quivering. his hands show you what's locked inside, telling you he loves you without the need for words.
if he's rough with you, it's because he knows you can take it. his yanking on your hair, his pinching and slapping of your delicate areas, his squeezing of your throat, are a reminder that he respects you enough to let you have him, all of him, even the parts that are jagged around the edges. with each pass, he softens against the grain of your steadfast devotion to him.
he worships at the altar of your flesh and begs for entrance, never wasting the opportunity once it's been granted. when his fingers curl against your tongue, he makes sure you choke; when they curl against the soft, spongy spot inside of you, he makes sure you gush all over them. whispering in your ear, confessing his sins and praying for forgiveness, he devotes everything he has to you, including the hands that guide you towards orgasm with every stroke. he calls you his pretty thing and asks you to bless him, and when you do, clenching tight before completely unravelling, he swears, he finally feels divinity.
mymia what headcanons do u think ppl would have of miaalizuku like what is Real and True what’s the most ooc thing ppl would say abt us
okay this is one of my fav asks ever i had to think about it because i have zero concept of how others perceive me if anyone has anything to add PLS DO
head canons i would have about miaalizuku if i was a third party observer that are TRUE:
freak x freak x freak dynamic
pet play and collaring allegations are true
kind of chaotic vibe in that household
whipped izuku x kind of mean and bratty girlfriends that have him wrapped around a finger each
i think we all are really the type to enjoy a sweet treat and we give that?😭
head canons i am not sure other people have but I DO have and feel like sharing:
aali = puppy girl and mia = kitty girl
let's just say izuku has his hands full
aali and izuku tend to be so sweet in a similar way that i just don't have in me and also flustery and sometimes i like to lean into that and say crazy things :3
izuku is a beta reader for fics oops
head canons i could see people having but feel ooc:
izuku is in charge. while it may seem that way that is not true, he's a man why would we listen to him? it's like... he is OUR boyfriend and not the other way around does that make sense
izuku = breadwinner. sorry it's aali. SORRY. my hard working wife who brings home the bacon seriously. like eventually i like to think izuku really starts to bring in cash when he gets back to hero stuff and selling proper merch but currently he's a brand new teacher and i am a student we're broke sorry. aali save us.
i can't perceive myself so i honestly don't know what else someone could think of me that would be ooc? as in.... i can only think of things that i feel are true, i have no idea what others think LOL
AAALLLIUUWBWBWNENENWKQKBWBEW HOW COULD YOU SAY THIS TO MEEEEEE
you mean devoted and loving and thoughtful and kind even though the world wants him to be cruel :( yes.
izuku who’s happy to make a run for the group because he doesn’t want anyone else to be in harm’s way. izuku who saves the last sip of his water for you, who pours it down your throat when you’re too exhausted to even lift your arms. izuku who would throw himself in front of a walker if it meant keeping you safe. izuku who tucks you under his chin at night so you can focus on the sound of his breathing instead of the moaning of the corpses outside. izuku who picks you wildflowers while you’re on the run so you have something beautiful to hold on to, even for a little while. izuku who’s arms are already open and waiting to give comfort if your lip so much as wobbles. izuku, who’s first thought in the morning and last thought at night is of your face, your beautiful smiling face – the one thing, the one person that keeps him from going crazy in all of this mess.
here to pester u again!!!! im imagining pro hero izuku who has like a low tolerance allergy who becomes a regular at your coffee shop because on your first day you recommended like a cake or muffin he’s lowkey allergic to but he kept coming back to buy it because he loves the look on your face when you see him and he orders from you specifically and just throwing it in there he sometimes walks you home after your shift w a lil ciggy hanging from his lips ok bye
shaking my head at him he is so silly. and also i see this so clearly. does he know that he can just.... order something else?
i think it comes to a head when he brings kacchan to the shop (to show him the cute barista he has a crush on) and when he orders the thing he's allergic to, katsuki with his big mouth goes, "why the hell are you getting that? aren't you allergic?" and i feel soooooo bad and so awkward because i could have just suggested something else sigh. izuku all flustered because he's been put on the spot, muttering something about how, "it's not that bad, really, and i liked it so much, and then you said you made it yourself..." and i'm just mortified and demanding he tells me what he actually likes so i can make that instead.
walking me home after work..... i think that usually he comes in to the shop on weekends when i usually work, and he's in his hero suit or whatever gear he wears underneath the suit. i'm shocked when one day he shows up on a weekday in a suit and a tie and i don't recognize him at first because he looks so clean and polished. then he explains how he's actually a teacher for his main job and then we talk about teaching pedagogy and lesson stuff until i have to close the shop and we're talking so much he offers to help :3
after that it becomes a little friday evening routine – he helps me close and then walks me home. first time he lights a cigarette i offhand mention how i think it's sexy when people smoke and then he's got one every time after that, offering to split it and blushing when i light it for him. offers to carry my bag for me when i complain about it and slips his number inside. which is funny because i don't notice and i write my number on his cup the next time he comes in. he thought i had just chosen to not text him and was delighted and then came back up to the counter like... "so did you not see my note in your bag?" and i am like "WHAT NOTE??!?!?!?!?!" and then cue me being mortified all over again HA.
ur the cute barista in lunaali office au and izuku watches hand in pants (metaphorically) as I flirt with u over hot chocolate and oat milk
MY DREAMMMMM
i always make my coworkers trade with me when i see you guys are coming in so i can take your orders. when luna and katsuki order i only talk to luna because that loud blonde man stresses me out 😭 you and izuku order and i lowkey do not know how to act. i am also drawing a heart on the top of everyone's cup <3 on mornings where it's just me and i'm feeling brave i give you a free pastry or half off your drinks or something because i don't know how to flirt normally. you and i start geeking about something and izuku is behind you like "erm... yeah... i think that's cool too....." but he's too awkward to insert himself in the conversation
we have actually an ongoing game to see all of the places we can get away with fucking in public without getting caught. it's like a spur-of-the-moment, shared glance, we've never done it on a train/in a boat/at a beach/against a tree type of situation. if i am sitting on a counter or surface where the height lines up juuuust right he's whispering something about how the stars are aligning ("see, i could just slip right in...")
the favorite though? is boring and it's the bed because it affords space/freedom of movement/back support/comfort (<- izuku's words btw). mostly because it has the numbers advantage. i like to be fucked to sleep😌and because it provides an excellent blank slate to leave room for creativity. izuku is very creative. :)
good morning in advance !!! getting brain worms for a particular mizuku scenario in the sensei izu verse.
it’s exam season, it’s felt throughout the school. students are tougher work, it’s harder to get them to focus on the syllabus and the material and you’re starting to feel the ache and frustration in your bones even over in general studies. there are students who excel and are set to pass by leaps and bounds whilst others struggle to keep up and require extra attention. most days you’re staying late in the teacher’s office printing and prepping study materials and schedules, reworking lesson plans so you can teach new content along side time for revision. it’s tough work, but worth it for your students.
the only down side is that time with izuku is practically split in half. with him assisting on the hero course, his attention begrudgingly shifts focus to getting them there licenses. lunch breaks at your favourite ramen shop become few and far, the commute home is filled with a silence that takes his place, schmoozing together in the staff room showing each other new nerdy merch and things is non existent because there are just too many papers to grade and too many students snivelling in fear of failing their exams. you don’t even meet him on the balcony for smoke breaks anymore — to exhausted after work to just stop. just talk.
for an entire month, your time together is reduced to quick smiles in corridors, making coffee for one another during all staff meetings accompanied by the briefest brush of finger tips and small pleasantries by the printer. izuku’s eyes are worn, tired, but still he regards you with a gentle smile and always, always asks how you’ve been. tilting his head to hear you better, grabbing your hand to let you know he’s there and he’s real. subtle actions that make your heart race and your brows furrow at the same time because you miss having more and you still want…more.
it all comes to head when one night in the middle of exam season. the worst paper yet for your students and a lot of tears you’ve had to dry — leaving you numb and exhausted as you make your way back home. it’s a funny thing; being a teacher and worrying about your students’ futures as though they are your own. you wonder if it’s the same for izuku, you haven’t spoken to him just yet. you haven’t seen the light on in his apartment days. a few ticks past seven and there’s incessant knocking in your door — loud enough to rouse you, raise panic or suspicious.
but when you open up, your heart is lying on the other side. a dishevelled, messy izuku midoriya with his signature cigarette between his teeth, sleeves rolled up and collar loose. his tie askew and his skin pearling with sweat as if he’s gone feverish. his emerald eyes are jaded, foggy but still look at you as though you’re worth more than their precious colour. before you can even ask him what’s wrong or invite him inside, izuku is taking a drag, bordering the threshold of your flat — scarred fingers and palms twitching to touch you but pressing against the doorframe instead whilst he towers over you. heaving.
“i miss you,” izuku pants. “i can’t stand not seeing you.” he steps closer, saying your name between breaths. “i need you.”
my beautiful aali i’m going to cry this is so accurate and true and real and you get me so bad i feel crazy. this is CRAZY.
the commute filled with a silence that takes his place :( getting used to a routine and then experiencing that feeling of fear when it changes and you’re worried it was just temporary and maybe it wasn’t a real to the other person as it was to you. being afraid that after this exam season things won’t go back to normal because you’re still in that place where it’s new and you’re learning about each other. like this captures that so well
missing someone who feels important but you haven’t solidified their place in your life yet so wanting them and needing them feels like it’s not allowed….
opening the door and my HEART IS ON THE OTHER SIDE. SHOTS FIRED AND IM DOWN
messy and sweaty because he ran all the way here probably. i like to think that maybe we had a kind of awkward interaction earlier in the day – nothing crazy. just something that highlights that we’re out of sync, and both of us kind of brushed it off at first. but he kept thinking about it and thinking and thinking and thinking… and then his skin got all itchy and he felt a pang in his chest like if he doesn’t see or talk to me RIGHT NOW he’ll never get another chance (self inflicted not real urgency LOLLLL) once he gets on my block he realizes he doesn’t know what he really wants to say and lights a cigarette to try and get a grip ohhhhh
aali. AALI. my wife my beautiful darling this has made my week like you wouldn’t believe
