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DRABBLE: YOU'RE THE CUTEST BIMBO HE'S EVER SEEN (18+) (MHA) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Idk...I like the bimbo shit. I might make a fic with a bimbo!reader one of these days. Btw, some of these drabbles are meant for chubby/plus-sized readers, but I'll just put that as a note. Enjoy! -Jazz

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PRO!HITOSHI - Note: Reader is Chubby

When he sees you for the first time, he is as intrigued as he is rock-hard the very moment he sees you in your little pink thong bikini.

He is down the shore with Denki after being forced to take a trip to get out of the sweltering, congested Tokyo heat for a while. Don’t get him wrong; a nice trip down the shore to get away from the villain activity and constant rush of the city is definitely a nice change of pace. But to walk around semi-naked people isn’t is idea of a relaxing vacation. It’s uncomfortable for him, walking around and seeing so many women with strings up their asses.

“You just need some company,” Denki said when Shinso voiced his concerns to his friend. “This place is swimming with plenty of pretty babes for the choosing, ‘Toshi! Who wouldn’t want to spend some time with the top underground hero in Japan?”

Though Denki's compliment works somewhat, Shinso isn’t concerned with meeting someone for a hookup. He isn’t even really interested in sex…until he meets you, at least. While Denki is busy trying to flirt with some girls standing by a hot dog stand, Shinso slinks away into a nearby trinket store. His eyes roam over the seashell fridge magnets and snow globes with the fake snow replaced with sand. He thinks about which gift would be good for Eri, his little sister, until his eyes land on you.

There you stand a few feet away at a shelf of trinkets, standing on your tip toes with one of your chunky arms outstretched. You’re trying to reach for a pink seashell-shaped purse on the top shelf, and though you know damn well you can’t reach it, you still try.

Shinso is no longer interested in checking out the store items now that he’s got a look at you. You’re the best thing in here, from your plump little frame to the pink clothes you wear…if you can even call them clothes.

You’re really wearing just a mesh pink cover-up dress with a hot pink bikini underneath. The bikini top ties around your neck and back, exposing your rolls, while the bottoms are stuck in between your luscious, plump asscheeks that all Shinso wants to do is shove his face in. While he’s still uncomfortable seeing you in a thong, it's a different kind of discomfort now. He can feel his cock chub against his shorts, uncomfortably so.

“Excuse me?” It takes him a moment to realize you’re talking to him because of how dazed he is from your ass. You’ve turned around to face him now, showing your front, and dear fuck, does he wish you wouldn’t have. He can now see how the bikini top barely covers your big, juicy breasts and how your tummy bulges slightly over the string waist of your thong. Your lips, kissable and soft, shin in pink, glittery gloss and your cute little fingernails and toenails are coated in pink paint. Everything about you is pink.

He decides that the color fits you especially well when you open your mouth to speak again. “I'm so sorry,” you giggle sheepishly, giving him a smile that feels like a punch in the gut, “but could you help me reach that bag up there?” You point one chunky hand up towards the top shelf. “I’m just too short to reach.”

Shinso blushes at the sound of your voice, so sweet and innocent-sounding. He wonders how you’d sound moaning his name with his cock buried deep inside of you. “Uh, sure,” he replies, his voice sounding dry and gravely. He can barely breathe. You excitedly clap your hands, thanking him profusely for his help. “I was so sure I’d end up tripping over these,” you giggle, pointing down at your pink sandal wedges. What a pretty princess, you are.

“It’s whatever,” Shinso deadpans as he walks over to you. “Wouldn’t want nothin’ to happen to those shoes.” He glances down at them. “Steve Madden, huh?” he asks, loving it when you flush shyly at his observation. “I had some extra money,” you confess. “So I splurged. But they’re cute, right?!”

‘So, so cute,’ he thinks, but he isn’t referring to the shoes one bit. When he steps beside you to reach for the bag, he catches a whiff of your body spray. It is sweet and delectable, like whipped cream or sugar. God, could you get any cuter? As if answering him, his cock throbs painfully in his shorts. He barely has to stand on his toes to reach the bag, causing you to cutely gasp at his height. “Wow!” you say, shocked. “You’re so tall! I’ve never met anyone as tall as you.”

Shinso chuckles when he grabs the bag and holds it out to you. “Well, now you have. And you’re welcome…” He trails off, wishing you’d take a hint and spill the space in with your name. He watches as you gulp and stare up at him with those big, doe-like eyes as you take the bag from him. When you do, your fingers brush against his, sending an electric shock through him as if Denki just used his quirk on him.

“T-Thank you,” you softly stutter. “And I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr…” You trail off too, cutely puckering your lips. “No Mr,” Shinso chuckles. “Just Shinso. Or Hitoshi. Whichever you want.”

You tap one painted nail against your chin thoughtfully. “Hit-o-shi,” you carefully pronounce. Shinso has to suppress a groan at the sight of your soft lips forming his name.

“Can I call you ‘Toshi?” you ask, hope in your eyes. And something more. Mischief, it looks like. Hitoshi’s interest reaches its peak when he realizes that there is a whole other side to you than the cute, innocent persona he’s seeing right now.

He copies your move and thoughtfully taps his finger against his chin, earning a sweet giggle from you. “Only if I can call you princess,” he replies smoothly. “And maybe buy you somethin’ to eat? I’ll admit that I’m not too familiar with the boardwalk though.”

You look rather shy from the pet name, but you don’t let that stop you from conversing more with him. “Is it your first time here?” you ask, gasping when he nods. “Oh, you’re gonna have so much fun! They have the best funnel cakes and pizza here! I’ll tell you what, ‘Toshi: I’ll treat you to food for doing such a good deed and helping me get my bag. Deal?”

You reach your hand out for him, peering up at him through your thick, doll-like lashes. All Shinso wants to do is fuck you silly while you look at him like that, but instead, he takes your hand, smirking at the way you bite your lip. “It’s a deal, princess,” he huskily says.

SHIGIRAKI - There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing to people. There’s just no way! Do you know what you’re doing to him?

These are the thoughts that run through Shiggy’s head when you step into the dimly-lit, crowded bar with Toga by your side. The two of you giggle to each other, looking like the best of friends in your little sundresses and tiny purses that hang off of your wrists. The only difference between you and Toma the combination of innocence and sexiness you seem to ooze.

Toga had said she was inviting a friend of hers to the annual bar hop adventures she, Shiggy, and half of the LOV always have at this exact bar. Dabi knows the guy so they get drinks half off and the cops aren’t called despite them being out and about in the city. He sits with Dabi, Mr. Compress, and Twice (who won’t shut the fuck up) now, a whiskey in his hand that he knows he’s going to need when you finally come up to greet him.

Shiggy was initially against Toga bringing a stranger into their activities. “What if she talks?” he hissed. “How can you be so sure she won’t blab to the police about us? How do you even know this girl?” Toga barely gave him a glance as she poured herself some juice in the kitchen in their lair. “She’s an old childhood friend of mine,” she explained. “And no, she’s not gonna talk because she hates cops and heroes. I promise you’ll love her! She’s got a wicked streak to her.”

When he sees you, he can’t tell what about you is so ‘wicked’. You look like the cutest package of candy in your short, pink sundress that barely covers your ass or your tits that jiggle enticingly. He doesn’t even think you’re wearing a bra. You paired the dress with some pink heels, a charm bracelet, and two high pigtails that he envisions yanking on while his cock is buried deep in your–

“Hey, guys!” Toga giggles when she finally makes it to the stools. Shiggy nearly jumps out of his skin, earning a low chuckle out of Dabi. “This is my friend, Y/N. The one from my childhood? I told you I was bringing her tonight, remember?” She gives you a toothy, excited grin, allowing you to introduce yourself further.

“Nice to meet you all,” you say in your sugary, sweet voice that washes over Shiggy. “I hope I’m not interrupting your night out, but Toga insisted I meet you all.” Twice is the first one to make an impression, hopping out of his seat to greet you. “Not at all!” he brightly chirps. “I’m Twice, by the way. This here is Dabi, Spinner, and Shiggy.”

Spinner gives you a nod while Dabi only glances and Shiggy glares at Twice. “Shigaraki,” he corrects his friend. Toga rolls her hazel eyes while you giggle to yourself. “Ignore him,” she sighs. "Come, sit right here with me! I’ll order us some drinks. Do you like those fruity ones?”

Eagerly, you nod, making you even cuter. You then turn to him, your big eyes stopping him short of breathing. “Um…is this seat taken?” you ask, pointing one red-painted nail at the empty stool. To anyone else, he would’ve said something smart, but he can’t even muster words with how soft your lips look and the sweet smell of your perfume filling his senses. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he thinks to himself. He’s never had any woman make him feel this way before. He thought these kinds of feelings were long gone.

He nods, earning a blinding smile from you as you take a seat. As you do, the hem of your dress rides up, revealing a sliver of thigh that has Shiggy’s cock throbbing uncomfortably in his sweats. From his right side, Dabi leans in towards him. “You’d better snag that before someone else does, Shig,” he teasingly whispers. “That someone bein’ me.”

Shiggy glances at his friend, irked at his attempt at pushing his buttons. He knows Dabi also has a thing for innocence; especially ruining it. He turns to you, already finding you looking at him. “You listen to Nine Inch Nails?” you ask, quiet excitement in your voice. Shiggy blinks, confused as to what you mean, until you point at his band shirt. “I like them too! Have you ever been to one of their shoes?”

It takes Shiggy some time to process words, but he doesn’t keep you waiting or questioning yourself. “Uh, yeah,” he replies. “Two years ago. You listen to metal like that?” His eyes graze over your outfit and your body, picturing you without clothes. “‘Cause it doesn’t look like it.”

You giggle, adorably scrunching you nose. “It doesn’t,” you agree, “but yeah! I’m into a lot of hard metal and rock, but not too much screamo. That doesn’t keep me out of Hot Topic though.” Shiggy smirks at your confession and nods down at his wrist. You look down, gasping at the spiked Hot Topic bracelet sitting there. “It’s like we’re one and the same,” you softly laugh, smiling at the bartender when he lowers your pretty, fruity drink down.

Shiggy watches you sip your drink, your gloss stain on the glass rim making him want to cum all over your mouth. “Are we really?” he asks, but not unkindly. He is actually very curious and interested in you. What is it about you that Toga likes?

He gets his answer when you turn to him, a mischievous, dark glint in your pretty eyes. Despite your cutesy appearance and pretty clothes, you now appear before him as someone else. Someone darker. “We could always find out,” you suggest, a slight purr in your voice. He doesn’t know if it’s an accident, but your knee slightly brushes his when you shift in your seat.

Those words are all Shiggy needs. After one too many drinks and the whole “getting to know you” shit, you find yourself underneath him in his bed, your legs up by your ears and your pretty, pink dress on his bedroom floor. Shuddery moans and grunts leave his lips every time he drives his cock into you again and again, his hands wrapped around your ankles. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls. “Tell me, slutty girl.”

You whine for him, your lipgloss smudged off of your lips and pretty breasts jiggling for him as he fucks you into the mattress. “It feels good!” you babble, your mascara smudged. “You feel so good, Shigaraki!”

“Tomura,” he grunts down to you. “Call me Tomura.” Realization clears in your dazed eyes and your pretty face splits into a smile before he swoops down to swirl his tongue with yours in a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

A sudden bang comes from above the wall above your head where the headboard bangs against it. “Could you two shut the fuck up?” Dabi yells. “I’m tryin’ to sleep off this whiskey.”

“Yeah!” Toga agrees. “I brought my friend tonight to get to know you, Shiggy, but not like this! You’ll ruin her!” A light giggle leaves your lips as Shiggy continues to rock his hips into your wet, tight walls. You lean up, your sticky lips at his ear. “I’m already ruined,” you whisper. “Can you ruin me more, Tomura?”

Shiggy didn’t need you to repeat. The entire night he spent ruining you over and over again, covering you in his cum until the dawn. Now he thinks you could be an extra good addition to the LOV crew.

PRO!BAKUGOU - Note: Reader is Chubby

He could’ve blown his fucking load when Mina brings you along for mini golf one night.

It’s just an ordinary summer evening where he and the squad are playing mini golf and slurping down milkshakes before you show up. Initially, Bakugou is irked waiting for you and Mina to show up, hating when people are late. “Where the fuck are these two?” he huffs. “They’d better not be doin’ their hair or somethin’ ‘cause I’m gonna be pissed if they are.”

“You know how girls are, ‘Suki,” Kiri chuckles, watching Denki try to aim his ball at a hole surrounded by gnome and fairy statues. “Mina takes forever to do her makeup sometimes, but it’s all to look nice for us. I’d think her friend is doing the same thing.”

As if on cue, Sero announces their arrival from his seat. “Look!” he exclaims, a chocolate milkshake in his hand. “They’re here! And damn, does her friend look good.” Each boy turns to look at you and they can all agree. Especially Bakugou.

He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you strut up with Mina, arms hooked in one another’s. You’re wearing a low cut, white crop top with a push-up bra that make your breasts look immaculate and delicious and a tiny, pink tennis skirt that starts at the waistband of your pudgy stomach and stops right at the top of your thick, jiggly thighs. You paired this outfit with white Nike low tops and pink knee socks that make you look more innocent than the cute little smile on your face that gets wider the closer you get to him and the guys.

He can’t stop staring at you, especially when you get closer and he gets to drink in all of the other details to you––how short you are compared to him (you barely graze his chest!); the Fenty gloss on your plump lips; the tiny bow clip in your hair; the scent of fruit on your skin that makes him dizzy.

Are you fucking forreal? How are you going to show up like that as if it’s normal? Are you trying to tease him? Are you playing with him? Bakugou can’t help but be irrationally angry from how cute and sexy you are. How is it possible to be both cute and sexy? All he knows is that his dick knows the answer judging by how it’s pushing up against his briefs at the sight of you now.

Mina stops you right in front of him despite his raging hard-on. Just his fucking luck. “Fellas,” she says with a smile, “this is my friend, Y/N. We work together at my agency and she was just dying to meet you guys.”

You flush, becoming shy at Mina’s teasing. “C’mon, Mina,” you softly whine, bumping your hip with hers. God, what Bakugou wouldn’t give to feel those hips in his big hands! Would you let him? There’s no way you wouldn’t. Your short skirt says that you want his hands all over you.

“Oh, really?” Denki asks, raising a brow. He struts up to you, already putting on the charm. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he purrs, shaking your hand. “I’m Denki, by the way. You probably know me as Chargebolt.” He raises your hand to kiss it, but is stopped by Bakugou tossing a golf ball at his head. “Kill the flirting, perv,” he grumbles as Denki rubs his temple, glaring at him.

“Sorry about them,” Mina sighs, but you just giggle. Bakugou’s ears perk at the sound. “That’s Kirishima and Sero aka Red Riot and Cellophane.” Kiri gives you a friendly wave while Sero gives you a wink that Bakugou doesn’t particularly like either. “And Bakugou already made his grand introduction,” Mina sarcastically says.

You finally face him entirely and he sees your smile falter somewhat when your eyes land on his. Bakugou notices immediately. Do you not like what you see? Are you intimidated by him? He backs up to try and give you space, realizing how small you really are…small enough to break…small enough to toss around in a bedroom. His bedroom, preferably.

“Nice to meet all of you,” you sweetly say, though your eyes are still on him. “I'm exposing myself here, but I am a big fan of you guys! I’ve got all your posters and merch!” Everyone except Bakugou laughs at your cute little confession. “Oh, yeah?” Sero asks, raising a pierced brow. “So who’s your favorite hero, Y/N? It’s okay, you can tell us.”

He, Kiri and Denki look at you, interested despite your obvious shyness and discomfort. Even though Bakugou won’t admit it, even he is interested. Even so, he decides to come to your rescue, shocking every single one of his friends. “Ignore them,” he murmurs as he passes you a golf club. “You want next game or what?”

You stare up at him with those big eyes, looking shocked he’s even saying much to you. You wrap one hand around the golf club, giving him a look at your pink manicure. He can’t imagine how they’d look on his cock while you’re stroking it for him. “I would,” you say, “but I’m not much of a player. I wore the right outfit for it though!”

You swish your hips around in your pink skirt, making Bakugou’s cock even harder when he thinks he catches a glimpse of your inner thighs. “Show her, Katsuki!” Kiri shouts from the sidelines. “She is our guest, after all.” The redhead gives him a knowing wink which emits a growl from Bakugou.

“Whatever,” he huffs. Despite being pissed that his friends know he is whipped, he leads you over to one of the golf holes located up on a hill surrounded by wooden fans. You stand to the side, your tongue thoughtfully licking your bottom lip and giving him some awful thoughts about your mouth. “Am I doin’ it right?” you ask, even bending your knees though it’s still the incorrect form.

Bakugou nearly laughs at your cuteness. “Nah, but I’ll give you points for your eagerness. Want me to show you?” You peer at him from over your shoulder and nod. Without even realizing how this looks, he stands behind you, putting a good distance between his front and your back to avoid giving you a taste of his raging bulge.

“Stand with your hips square with your feet,” he explains, doing his best to not breathe in your shampoo. You do so before his hands cup yours over the golf club. “Take it back once, aim for the ball, and…” He helps you swing the club at the ball, your body twisting with his as you do. The ball goes soaring up the hill and into the hole, never missing.

From the sidelines, the gang applauded you. “I did it!” you excitedly shout, turning to him. “We did it!” You jump up and down, giving Bakugou a great view of your breasts jiggling and bouncing about. You’re not making this easy for him at all, especially with that pretty smile on your face. “And that’s why you’re my favorite,” you confess.

Bakugou scowls at you, confused. “Huh?”

You look down at your shoes, suddenly shy. “The guys asked me who my favorite hero was out of all of you,” you softly say. “And it’s you ‘cause you’re so sweet.” Bakugou’s brain short-circuits. Sweet. You think he's sweet! You, the sweetest little thing he’s ever met. Suddenly, the air between you changes to something more open and flirtatious. He wants to know everything about you now.

“Well,” he replies, a smirk on his lips, “maybe you can tell me more about how sweet I am over a milkshake?” You look up at him, excitement in your pretty eyes. “And over a phone call!” Denki calls from the sidelines. “Give her your number, dude!”

Bakugou swears if looks could kill, his friends would be dead by now. But he does, in fact, give you his number at the end of the night.

PRO!KIRI - Note: Reader is Chubby

‘Mine.’

That’s all he can think when he sees you for the first time at the gym. As soon as he sees you in your tight, pink sports bra and shorts that cup your shapely, plump ass so nicely, it’s a fucking wrap for him. You pop up on the treadmill next to him and he immediately notices despite him jogging. So far, he’s at five miles. Another five to go.

He knows he can’t be distracted by anything that will ruin his workout, but so far, the distraction is winning. You glance at him and offer a smile that makes your little cheeks and baby face even cuter. The sight of you nearly knocks the air out of him. He manages to smile back at you, trying his best to not seem menacing with his sharp teeth, but you don’t seem too disarmed.

He then pretends to go back to what he’s doing (working out), but all the while, he pays attention to your every move. He watches as one of your chunky fingers presses the buttons on the treadmill, your fingernail pained a glittery pink. Then you start walking along the moving convator belt, your high ponytail swishing behind you and reminding him of some very naughty things, like wrapping his fist in it while his cock is buried in the delectable pussy that he knows hides behind those shorts.

He’s admittedly never dated a woman of your size or shape before. Honestly, he hasn’t had too many girlfriends due to his demanding job as a pro hero. But looking at the way your breasts jiggle in your sports bra and your soft, chubby waist behind your shorts is making him think differently. Not to mention how short you are. He’s got a thing for short girls. Maybe it’s because of the whole protection thing. He likes feeling tall and big enough to protect his girl from everyone and everything, you? You definitely fit the bill.

These thought scare him slightly. Why is he pining after a whole stranger in a gym and thinking that you’re his? He’s eyeing you down like you’re a piece of food and he’s starving for it. He immediately turns away and blushes as red as his hair. ‘This is so unmanly,’ he thinks, criticizing himself for his behavior.

But goddamn, are you too fine! Most of the men in here seem to think so too. He notices their eyes crawling across your body, stopping on your ass and boobs. He glances at you worriedly, wondering if you notice it too. But you’re too busy singing along to the music in your pink AirPods, your voice making him crack a smile. You’re just too cute!

He doesn’t make his move on the first day though. He waits for about a month before he actually says something to you. Every time he comes in on the weekends, he does so on the same day at the same time hoping to see you. And he does. You strut in wearing your short, tight gym attire with your J’Adore Dior duffle bag, your ponytail bouncing. You greet each other with smiles before he watches you get into your workout, paying close attention to the way your body moves and any gym rats who may want to bother you.

The day he actually makes a move isn’t one he planned on. It’s a Saturday morning and he’s busy with his cool-down stretches, pretending not to be looking at you in the mirror squatting with a kettlebell between your chunky hands. His eyes marvel at your body, wondering how you’d feel in an embrace or underneath him. Those thoughts quickly dissipate though when someone walks up to you.

He is buff and about the same height as Kiri with tattoos and a muscle tee. Immediately, Kiri switches into protection mode and strains to hear your convo. “Hey,” the guy greets you. You pause with your workout, lowering the kettlebell down. “Hi,” you sweetly greet, giving him a smile. Kiri bristles. Those smiles are meant for him only!

“I’m Trent,” the guy says, offering his hand for a shake. You take it, still the sweetheart. “Y/N,” you introduce yourself. Kiri notices that Trent’s hand lingers a bit more than necessary before it drops from yours. “That’s some outfit, y’know,” he chuckles, leaning against one of the machines as he attempts to put the charm on.

“Thanks!” you giggle. “I bought this week. I just love pink. It’s such a pretty color.” Trent nods, his eyes trailing lustfully over your body in your tight one-piece unitard and cropped hoodie that stops just above your sternum. You don’t notice but Kiri does. “You know, I could always help you with this workout,” Trent suggests. "Help you get deeper into those squats.”

You blink at him, obviously confused. “Are you a trainer?” you ask innocently. Kiri feels his cock stir. God, you’re just too cute! Trent smirks down at you. “I can be that and more,” he purrs. “Here, let me get you a mat!”

“O-oh, that’s okay,” you protest. “I-I’m not–“ But he’s already moving to get you a mat and bends down to put it under your feet, eyeing your thighs and calves as he does so. You look so, so uncomfortable.’That’s it!’ Kiri thinks, irked to no end. He’s watched for long enough. He can't stop himself from rising to his feet and storming over to you and Trent, anger stirring within him.

When he stops near you, you’re the first one that sees him. He thinks he sees the corner of your lips twitch into a smile but he isn’t too sure. He stares down at Trent, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I think she said she’s fine, Trent,” he firmly says, practically spitting the guy’s name. “You should listen to her.”

Trent pauses and glares up at Kiri. “What do you care?” he scoffs. “So I suddenly can’t be a nice guy?” Kiri glares back at him, his red eyes sharp. “We both know what you’re bein’ nice for,” he almost growls. “And I’m not about to sit by and watch you bother this girl just for some nookie. Leave her alone before I call security.” He eyes Trent down, daring him to fight this.

Trent stands, his jaw tight and eyes sharp. He glances at you before scoffing to himself and storming off, heading for the locker room. Once he’s gone, you sigh in relief. “Thank you,” you say with gratitude. “I have no idea why he wanted to give me a mat. I didn’t even need one!”

Kiri relaxes, but only slightly. You’re talking to him. You two are really talking! “Don't thank me,” he chuckles modestly. “Not that I don't think you can handle yourself, but I saw him tryin’ to spit game and you not enjoyin’ it too much, so I just had to step in.” He dares to look down at you and almost creams on the spot at the sight of your cleavage. “W-Well, I’m gonna go and let you–“

“I’m Y/N,” you instantly say, twirling the drawstring to your hoodie. You offer him a gloss-lipped smile that gives him butterflies. “Ejirou,” he replies. “Kiri for short.” You giggle to yourself. “I know; other than you being Red Riot, I hear your name all the time here.” He blushes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m a regular here. It’s one of the only gyms that are safer for pros like me.”

“Well, I’ll keep your secret,” you giggle, “but only if you agree for me to buy you lunch for your good deed.” From the way you slightly rub your thighs together and peer up at him through your lashes, he feels like you’re thinking of a lot more than just lunch. And he wants to know just what.

He smirks down at you, trying hard to ignore his dick chubbing in his basketball shorts. “Maybe,” he replies, playing along. “I think I’d need your number for that though. I mean, just to tell you what I like…for lunch.” He almost kicks himself. You giggle to yourself, already pulling your rose gold iPhone out of your pocket. “It’s a date then!” you chirp.

After leaving the gym with your number in his phone, he can’t help but nut to the thought of you while in his car minutes later, the vision of your pretty lips and body coated in his sticky cum making him fuck his fist a little harder. Call him unmanly, but goddamn, he can't wait for the real thing!

DABI - When he first sees your cute little self in your mini skirt that barely covers your ass, he just wants to follow you around and scare anyone who dares to look at you the wrong way.

And that’s exactly what he does. ‘Cause what the fuck are you doing strutting around like that in this club? Don’t you know how you’re dressed? You’re dressed like you want to get fucked. Though he can’t see you from the front, he can tell you’re wearing a halter top judging from the tie around your slender back. And no bra? Those titties must be bouncing everywhere!

As you can damn well tell, Dabi likes the innocent girls…or the girls who look innocent. Something about ruining them and bringing out that nasty, dark, devious side to them that he knows lies deep underneath their soft, pink, sweet personality. And you’re no different.

So he lies deep in the cut and watches you laugh and chat with people, blushing cutely when they compliment your clothes and being completely oblivious to the guys who stare you down like they want to eat you alive. He sips on his drink and eyes your legs, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for this little game to come to an end. You step outside for some air and he’s right behind you, but he doesn’t go out immediately. He watches as you lean against the wall and dig into your pink purse for your bubblegum. Finally, he comes outside, feeling blessed that he can finally get you alone.

You don't even flinch when he comes up to stand beside you, taking a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket. In fact, you give him a smile as you chew on your bubblegum, your pink lips forming an O for a big bubble. He imagines those lips forming an O when you moan while his tongue is buried deep in your cunt that lies beneath that skirt. From his angle, he can finally see the rest of your outfit––a glittery, pink halter top paired with platform boots and luscious, curly hair that makes you look like one of those early 2000s movie stars.

“Want some?” you ask, holding the box of gum out to him. His eyes flick from the box to your big, doe-like eyes rimmed with mascara to make them look almost like a doll’s. Like his pretty little doll. “You’re askin’ a stranger whether or not he wants your gum?” he asks, raising a curious brow at you before puffing on his cig.

You giggle adorably, almost ditzy-like. “You’re not a stranger, silly!” you protest. He blinks down at you, confused. “I saw you when I came into the club with my friend…and while you were following me around.”

Dabi blanches. Fuck, he’s been caught! How did you even notice? “Accept my apology,” he sighs, smoke billowing from his lips. “Couldn't help myself. You just look too damn cute to be in there not bein’ looked after.”

At this, you become shy and advert your eyes as a bashful smile adorns your pretty face. “You know, smoke is a bad habit,” you softly say. He nods, agreeing. “What’s your point?” he asks, paying close attention to your body language. He notices how tight your thighs are pressed together and the way your fingers fiddle with your skirt. You’re wanting something.

“Because…” Your eyes slowly trail back to his, now hooded and lustful. “Nicotine breath ruins kisses,” you purr. “And I’d really like a kiss from you. I have to thank you for watching my back in there, don’t you think?”

Dabi swears he’s never been harder in his life. He’s also have never ditched a cig that wasn’t a stub yet either, but the promise of finally getting your lips on his makes him toss the cig down and crunch it under his shoe.

Several minutes later, your glossy, soft lips are on his, the taste of strawberries in his mouth, while his cock is buried deep in your soft, wet pussy. Your hands are pressed against the wall as he grips your hips, your skirt hiked up and your lace panties pushed to the side to give him all the freedom to fuck you as he pleases. And he does so.

“You’re just like a doll,” he grunts into your ear, growing harder with every breathy moan that leaves your lips. “Are you my pretty baby doll tonight?”

All he gets his a broken moan of his name in response. He chuckles to himself as he lifts your leg up slightly and continues to fuck you silly behind the nightclub. He knew you had a devious side.

NATSUO - You were just the cute girl in his class that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

You would walk in wearing the cutest outfits known to man, all of them with pink tossed in. His favorite one was the cropped pink sweater and white skirt that swished around your legs and hiked up slightly in the back to give him a sneak peek of your thighs. That was the first day you two met. You had sat in front of him and rummaged around in your backpack, oblivious to Natsuo burning a hole in your back.

You sighed adorably and turned to him randomly, your glossy lips in an adorable pout that had his cock stirring in his jeans. “Hi,” you say with a smile. “Sorry to bug you, but I forgot my pen at home. Do you have one I can borrow?”

It took a minute for Natsuo to answer because he was too busy staring at your lips move, envisioning his dick between them. “U-Uh, yeah,” he finally replied, idiotically so. He dug into his backpack and handed you one of his best ink pens.

You happily smiled as you took the pen from him, your soft fingers grazing against his. “Thanks!” you chirped. “I promise I’ll give it back to you at the end of the day.” And you did. That is when your friendship began. He begins letting you borrow your pens while you send him notes from class if he’s too tired to pay attention and falls asleep during class, dreaming of himself bending you over one of the desks.

When you first asked him to help you study for your midterm exam, he can’t believe his luck. “You’re just so smart,” you whine as you two walk alongside each other in the hall. “I can’t afford to fail, so I need your help. Meet you at your dorms this weekend? I’ll bring snacks!”

He was helpless to refuse you, but the idea of being alone with you this weekend made him want to bust and hide under his bed at the same time. He didn’t have that much experience with girls, especially pretty, cute, adorable ones like you. He spends the whole day cleaning up his space and gargling down Listerine mouthwash before you arrive.

When you do, it’s at 5 PM after you get off your shift. You show up at his door in a pretty, baby pink dress carrying a bag of snacks and sodas. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you say after Natsuo invites you in and get you situated at the table in the middle of his dorm. “I just know I’m gonna pass with you as a tutor.”

He blushes at the compliment. How is it you’re so sweet? “S’cool,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I’m happy to help. Thank you for the snacks though.” He ogles at the all of the snacks you pour out of your bag––Pocky boxes; chips; cookies; biscuits. You embarrassingly giggle, picking at your pink nails. “I, uh…like snacks,” you shyly confess.

‘Oh, God,’ Natsuo laments in his head as his cock surges in his sweats. Why the fuck did he wear sweats?! Why the fuck are you so cute?! This is not going to be easy.

It doesn’t get any easier for him as the night goes on. He gets distracted at some points at the crumbs dusting the corner of your mouth or the way you swipe your gloss over your lips. He tries not to freak out when you lean in to point out words you’re having trouble remembering the definitions for, the scent of your birthday cake body wash and the feeling of your bosom against his forearm. Are you doing this on purpose?

Despite him explaining and breaking down the study guide for you, all he can think about is dirtying up your dress with his cum or plunging his cock in and out of the gushy walls of your pussy. It’s impossible not to. He’s practically sweating halfway during the session so he has to strip himself of his hoodie, revealing his blue tee underneath that stretches across his muscles.

When you finally finish the session, it’s around 7 PM and you’ve correctly remembered most of the guide. When Natsuo gives you an approving smile, you squeal and jump on him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you cheer, wrapping your arms tight around him. He blushes, feeling your breasts pushing against his chest. “You’re such a good tutor! I’m gonna ace this exam because of you!”

Natsuo laughs at your cuteness, giving you a one-armed hug in respect to you. “It’s no problem,” he says. “It helps when you have such a great student.”

You pull away from him, peering up at him with those big eyes and that pretty face. “You know,” you say, your voice suddenly dipping an octave but still oh-so soft, “I’d hate to leave here and not repay you for such great work.” Your hands find his and you begin playing with his fingers, his cock stirring as you do. “Is there anyway you can think of, Natsuo?” you ask, batting your lashes prettily at him.

Oh, does he. And he knows you exactly what when he has you lying down in his bed with your dress hiked up on your hips where his hands are and his tongue finally fucking your pussy. “Fuck, Natsuo!” you whine, your hands in his snow-white hair. “Please!”

He moans as he pulls his tongue out of your wet hole and stares up at you. “Stop what, honey?” he asks, smiling at your blissful expression. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To repay me?”

His thumb finds your clit and begins slowly rubbing it, relishing the way you squirm for him. “Well, now you can.”

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touya, natsuo, and shoto todoroki x f!reader kinktober countdown day four, (foursomes)

synopsis: "...the air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze."

wc: 4k

cw: a dabi-less au, but touya is still a lil fucked up, fem + afab!reader, drunk sex, threats of violence/harm, anal play, fingering, dubcon, foursomes, creampie, oral (m + f receiving), praise, pet names (honey, baby), hair pulling, light choking, degradation, finger-sucking, a little bit of powerplay / dom sub undertones, mdni.

author's note: a fic that didn't make it in time for kinktober last year, finally finished. this originally started as a natsuo fic, but the other boys wanted to play too. (everyone is 20+)

It sounds like someone’s humming, jovially, quietly, when you stir to consciousness, the alcohol in your system thrumming through your veins, loosening your limbs, making it near impossible to guess the hour. The curtains are drawn in the room, the lights low, leaving the room just bright enough to make out the figure above you. Then, the figure seems to split in three.

“I can't believe you got me to do this with you, and I can't believe you dragged Shouto into it too."

A derisive sounding scoff bounces off the walls, and the bed you're lying on sinks with the weight of someone sitting on it. The voice speaking is so familiar. You know you could place it if the world would just stop spinning so quickly.

“C’mon, you saw the way she flirted with us. She’ll love it. I promise.” Another voice stage whispers. A hand brushes your cheek and you follow it, nestling your face into the calloused palm, opening your mouth when a finger presses against your lips, letting the digit settle on your tongue.

“Cute.” The first voice sighs, and it’s too far away to be whoever is touching you, the person who pushes their thumb (you’re sure of it now) deeper into your mouth.

“Good morning sunshine.” Touya Todoroki smiles down at you, all big hands and white teeth and cerulean eyes that meet yours when you finally rouse from half-consciousness. Your face warms in embarrassment, and you draw back, Touya’s thumb withdrawing from your mouth and leaving it woefully, humiliatingly empty.

Your voice is high and tight in your throat when you finally speak, after your eyes have adjusted to the low light of the room. "Ah. Good morning?" You respond, apprehensive and more than a little startled. When you realize exactly who else is in the room with you, the last few hours of the night flood your mind in an instant.

Arriving at the Todoroki Estate for Shouto’s birthday party, drinking a ridiculous amount of tequila with Mina and Momo, grinding against Bakugo until he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sidling up to Natsuo and Touya in their little “older brother corner”, pressing your hand to each of their abdomens and giggling before prattling on and on about the “family resemblance” and mumbling something about wanting to see if all Todoroki men had “super huge feet”.

You distinctly remember Touya’s knife-sharp smirk when he grabbed you by the chin and murmured to you, “Ask what you really want to ask, honey.”

You also remember whimpering before blacking out right in front of them, crumpling to the floor.

Jesus, that’s embarrassing. Pretty quickly you reason that they must’ve carried you upstairs, and you couldn’t have been out that long, because you can still hear the party raging on downstairs. Your friends are most likely getting drunk in your absence, assured of your safety stashed away.

“I didn’t mean to pass out like that. I just…” You drift off, peeking at the eldest Todoroki through your eyelashes.

“It's fiiiiine." Touya stretches out the word like a seedy car salesman, giving your eyes time to skip from him to Natsuo by his side, to Shouto, who's leaning against the far bedroom wall. "You know Natsuo wanted to keep you all for himself, wanted to lock you up and knock you up.” Touya laughs at his own joke, elbowing Natsuo in the side and receiving a scowl for his troubles.

"But I convinced him it’s only right to share, after all, he wasn't the one who saw you first."

You hear Natsuo mumble something that sounds suspiciously like "neither did you" before he crowds into your vision too. His face up close is a marvel. Steel gray eyes, clear skin and perfect white teeth.

"Is your head alright?" His fingers lightly graze the back of your head and it takes everything within you to not shiver at his proximity.

"Haven't had any complaints." You hiccup your response without missing a beat.

You are definitely still intoxicated.

Natsuo looks concerned while Touya laughs at your expense. Shouto stays blissfully quiet. And though it’s one of your favourite traits of his, it seems it’s short lived. He pushes off the wall and stands at the foot of bed, bringing all three men into your field of vision for the first time.

“Maybe we should wait. At least until we’re sure she doesn’t have a concussion.” the youngest Todoroki looks you over in concern, his face still typically placid.

You sit at attention, head swimming at the sudden shift in your position.

“Wait for what?”

“For us to give you what you asked for.” Touya intones, brows almost reaching his hairline.

Your palms sweat and your heart thumps in your chest, so loud you worry it can be heard over the pounding bass downstairs.

“I don’t wanna wait.” You mumble it so low you can almost convince yourself you didn’t say it. Like the words appeared out of nowhere, spoken by a stupid, reckless, horny spectre.

Four words.

But apparently, that’s all it takes. The air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze.

Natsuo is the first to kiss you, and his skin is so cool, you're surprised you can't see your own breath when you pant a sigh against his lips. His kiss is slow and building, constant, consistent pressure that only stops when he pulls back to stare at your dazed expression. Touya is next, shouldering Natsuo out of the way, his hard on is urgent and searing against your stomach when he plasters himself to your front. Touya crushes his mouth against yours, impatient and searching. If Natsuo is a glacier then Touya is a goddamn wildfire, hot and fast and vicious, all teeth and branding tongue.

Your dress was pretty much non-existent to begin with, strappy black fabric and gold buckles. Natsuo and Touya's hands make quick work of the cloth, stripping you down to your underwear, clothing tossed haphazardly to the ground, discarded, unneeded.

"Are you just going to stand there, Shouto? Because if you wanna watch, that's fine. I just figure our girl here needs as much attention as she can get.” Touya calls over his shoulder, pulling your underwear down your legs. He drops the panties at his brother’s feet while Natsuo circles around you, situating himself behind you so you're reclined between his spread legs, your back resting against his chest instead of the headboard. His fingertips graze a trail in-between your shoulder blades, unhooking your bra, clasp by clasp, pressing a barely there kiss into the middle of your back. You smile at the tenderness of the action even as your brain struggles to catch up with what’s happening.

The moment doesn’t escape Touya’s attention.

There’s an indent between his eyebrows, betraying his irritation.

“Y’know,” He simpers, settling on the bed in front of you, leering, “I feel like my handprint would look so good,” The eldest brother places his open palm over one of your hips, “right here, permanently. It’d only hurt for a minute” You choke on your answer, but it’s not really a question to begin with. His palm heats on your skin and you scramble back further into Natsuo’s chest, letting him wrap his arms around you,

“Touya, don’t be an asshole.” Natsuo bites, his tone acidic, “You’re scaring her.”

“Then why don't you take charge for a bit, little brother?” Over your head, Touya meets his brother’s eyes, his challenge clear.

You can feel Natsuo bristle behind you, his hackles rising at Touya's goading.

"Fine. Touya, why don't you shut the fuck up and tongue her tits for a while?”

The corner of Touya’s lips curl up, before he descends on you as ordered, mouth nibbling, sucking and kissing at the skin of your chest. The piercings decorating the shell of his ears glint back the light from the lone illuminated lamp in the room, blinding you momentarily before Natsuo angles your head upwards, covering your mouth with his own.

He traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, groaning when you open up for him, the cool surface of his palm tightening around your throat. Your nipples pebble under Touya’s attention, he uses his teeth more than anything else, biting and scraping and only soothing the pain when you cry out when it gets to be too much.

“Fuck,” and Natsuo’s voice is already so wrung out despite you barely having done anything, “you like when he hurts you?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek repeatedly, a perfect contrast to Touya’s canines on your skin. You nod frantically, letting the second oldest sink his teeth into your bottom lip, then soothe the pain with the tip of his tongue.

Shouto crouches at the foot of the bed, watching his brothers touch you with hooded eyes. “I would’ve done this months ago. If you’d just asked me. But you’re greedy aren't you? I wouldn’t have been enough. You wanted them to fuck you too. Didn’t you?” His eyes never stray from your cunt, his voice is pitched low and so, so quiet, it’s almost as if he’s speaking to himself. You stare at Shouto, jaw dropped in shock at the filth pouring from his mouth, and when he finally drags his eyes from your pussy, it takes only a second for him to shove Touya out of the way and kneel between your thighs.

“I-I.” You stumble over your words, the lingering haze of alcohol weighing your tongue down in your mouth, making you clumsy, needy. You give up on speaking coherently, deciding to just shift lower, spread your thighs further, so Shouto can situate himself in between. He places a hand over your thigh, digging his thumb into the underside, crowding so close you can feel the puff of his breaths against your pussy.

“I won’t touch you until you tell me the truth.” He mutters, and you aren’t sure if he’s telling you or reminding himself. Even with Natsuo behind you, away from view, you know they’re all staring at you, you know they’re all waiting.

And it’s mortifying.

You bob your head in the affirmative, hoping it’ll be enough.

“Say it.” Touya urges, his hand on Shouto’s shoulder, finger digging into the fabric of his brother’s shirt.

The words stick in your throat at first, like your tongue is sitting in your mouth wrong, blocking the admission. “I-I wanted all of you.” Touya whistles saucily, Natsuo smiles into the crown of your head, and Shouto sighs, then he gives in.

“What a slut.” There’s so much blood rushing in your ears you almost miss Touya saying it. Instead, you opt to focus on Natsuo sinking his fingers into your mouth, covering your tongue with the rough, cold surface of his digits.

“Our slut.” Shouto corrects immediately and his tone is so insanely earnest you hiccup a laugh, even with your lips stretched around two of Natsuo’s fingers.

Shouto makes good on his promise immediately, his hand sliding between your legs, palm covering your pussy gently before his calloused fingertips move in a silky slide down your wet folds. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, all while Shouto eases two fingers in and out of you, deceptively quiet, letting the room fill with the sounds of you creaming against his hand. Your breath flees as his fingers thrust just inside your slick heat, teasing you with soft friction. You try so hard to stop yourself from holding your breath, periodically remembering how to inhale.

Your thigh is almost uncomfortably warm where Touya’s head lies, cheek pressed to bare skin. He groans happily as he watches his youngest brother’s fingers disappear into the dripping, tight clutch of your cunt.

“Right.” He murmurs, sinking his teeth into the plush flesh below him. “Ours.”

Shouto drops his head to lave at your clit in sweet, probing circles, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. It’s all you can do to not rip his hair from his head when your hands fist in his red and white locks. Natsuo tugs at the tips of your chest, rolling your already hypersensitive nipples between his fingers. It’s mind altering, how badly you want to come from this, your skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat and you jerk and buck against Touya keeping you held down. It feels as though Shouto is doing everything in his power to keep you lingering right on the edge, balancing the rapidly tying knot in your stomach with your desire to have this go on forever.

“As fun as this is to watch, I’m getting a little impatient here.” You watch as Touya palms himself through his jeans, undoing the fly when he realizes he has your attention again.

“We agreed I’d go first.” Natsuo grunts from behind you and Touya's eyes turn flinty in response but his stare never leaves yours, even as he talks down to his brother.

“Well I’m the oldest, dipshit.”

Natsuo continues groping at your chest until you break eye contact with the eldest Todoroki. Your head hangs down, getting an eyeful of Shouto pulling away, licking the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth, to thank him? To cuss him out for stopping? You just don’t know and ultimately it doesn't even matter because before you can say anything, Natsuo sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, biting down so hard he almost breaks skin.

“Fine.” He concedes, and Shouto wordlessly pulls away from you, eyes downcast and disappointed, like he can’t bear to part his mouth from your cunt. You bear down around nothing while Touya replaces Shouto, tapping the already hard tip of his dick against the puffy lips of your pussy. You buck your hips, silently begging him to get on with it, hoping to provoke Touya into action.

“Should I hold her open, little brother? I wouldn’t want either of you to miss me breaking her in.” He slides his thumbs up the lips of your entrance, keeping you exposed while Natsuo grinds the hard column of his cock against the small of your back. The shine in the eldest’s eyes is borderline scary, his gaze strips all artifice, any blustering confidence. Under Touya’s stare it’s not just your body that’s naked, it’s your fucking soul.

God, you’re really drunk.

Touya fists the root of his dick, slipping the angry red tip over your clit, once, twice, teasing you until you tilt your hips, wordlessly pleading with him again to push inside you. Finally, Touya concedes, shoving himself deep all at once, letting the girth of his cock spread you open. You cunt drips its contentment all over his pelvis, the sound of your hips colliding with his almost drowning out your fevered, breathless pleas.

He presses both hands to your shoulders, pushing you impossibly closer to Natsuo, making it absurdly difficult for you to squirm away.

The way Touya fucks you takes you by surprise. He’s slow, maliciously so. The heavy weight of his dick carves into you inch by inch, like he wants you to go insane. It isn't until he’s halfway in that you realize Touya has a piercing, several actually, concealed by the angle he’d had from above. What feels like six stainless steel orbs bracket the underside of his cock, three on each side. They’re not massive, thank god, so the sensation is barely perceptible at first, but once he’s finally all the way in, his hips flush with yours, the metal nudges and presses against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder and when he smirks at you, you struggle to not bite the motherfucker. It’s clear he takes pride in the overwhelmed and impatient expression on your face, keeping his predatory glare on you while he grinds in deeper, not stopping until your eyes turn skyward.

He barely thrusts in and out, opting instead to pick and prod at your already pathetic mental fortitude by crushing his front to yours, bullying your insides with the head of his cock while you shriek and hum and sob with the overwhelming pleasure he brings you. He presses a flat palm to your abdomen, pushing down hard and greedily rubbing his pelvis against yours; “Fuck, you really are something. Natsu, pull on her tits again, bet she gets so goddamn tight.” Natsuo follows the instruction, tugging mercilessly, coercing you into arching your back. Touya takes advantage and slides his free hand under your ass before you can bring your hips back down again. Two fingers rub boldly at the entrance below your pussy, and you flinch violently when Touya pushes against you. You shake your head, hissing from the beginning aches of a forced intrusion and Natsuo and Shouto bite in unison; “Knock it off!”

Touya, to his credit, merely rolls his eyes and moves his hand lower, rubbing at your perineum in slow purposeful circles that occasionally allow the pad of his fingers to catch the rim of your asshole. You squirm beneath him until he starts fucking into you again, piercings, now warmed by your body heat, brushing what feels like every nerve ending you’ve ever had. Touya watches you bounce on his cock, all while you lay in his brother’s arms, thrashing when the feeling gets to be too much. Your cunt pulses around him, milking an orgasm out of him before he can warn you.

Not that you think he would to begin with.

“Fuck. Fuck. That’s it, squeeze down on me, baby.” He jolts forward, and the sound of his pelvis hitting yours is punctuated by the long drawn out groan of Touya being spent. You kick your leg out in frustration when he pulls out, whining low and watery in your throat at not getting to come again. All Touya does in response is lay a quick open-palm slap at your thigh, wink at you and smile, pleased, you assume, to have gotten a nut off before anyone else.

Mission accomplished you guess.

Shouto shoves his brother aside, and you could cry to God with how happy you are to see him between your thighs again. When the youngest brother seals his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking in long, desperate pulls, it feels almost vindictive. Like he’s punishing you for enjoying yourself, for enjoying how his brothers touch you, fuck you. Occasionally, his tongue flicks against it, pressing the peak against the ridge of his teeth, all while he grazes his rough fingertips against your inner thighs. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, honest to god out of breath at the sight of you, pussy puffy and used, hazy eyes heavily lidded, mouth slick and parted around gentle, quiet sighs in the shape of his name. He thumbs at the lips of your cunt, pulling you open, spreading you so he can see everything, watching you clench around nothing, watching you leak Touya’s come onto the bed sheets. “So needy.” he mumbles, and you both hang there, just for a second, while Shouto stares, consumes.

And then...he’s on you.

He isn't as big as Touya, but dear god does he make up for it in enthusiasm. So unlike the teasing, drawn out grinding and half strokes of his older brother, Shouto ruts against you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive.

The black t-shirt Shouto wears makes his shoulders seem even broader than before, his frame looms above you, arms heaving up and pushing back the weight of your thighs, until Natsuo helps by holding them up too, until you're very nearly bent in half for them. your toes are curled and bounce with every thrust he completes against you. The slow, thick drip of his brother’s cum leaks from your cunt, where the greedy pace of his thrusts disturbs it, sliding down the plush curve of your ass before dripping down into an obscene puddle below you.

The easy glide is perfect, nudging over and over at the rough spot deep within you. The tip of his cock knocks repeatedly against your insides and the sensation disables any and all coherent thought.

You choke on your spit as he fucks into you, gripping the bedsheets so hard you swear you can hear them tear in protest. Your core protests at the strain but you manage it, keeping your legs steady while they bracket the youngest Todoroki’s ears. Shouto tugs you further down the mattress, forcing you to slide down Natsuo’s front, and when your cheek makes contact with the middle brother’s hard-on, you place wet, open mouth kisses on his fly. Natsuo takes a fistful of your hair and tugs, separating you from his cock, brutally. You keen in pain, but Shouto’s dick distracts you from the worst of it, tunnelling inside you and striking that spongy spot that makes your vision go blinding white. Natsuo fishes his cock out frantically, as though he’s been waiting for your go-ahead, which is...sweet. Rather, it would be if he hadn’t agreed to debase you with his brothers while you were still heavily intoxicated. The younger, white haired brother releases you only when he’s completely free of the confines of his jeans, and smacks the length of his cock against your mouth, rubbing the shaft over your tongue when you present it to him for use. Natsuo is thick, thicker than both his brothers. His dick is mouthwatering, straining and red and threaded with angry looking veins you are desperate to taste. He won’t let you take it all though, will only let you kiss and mouth at it while he jerks himself off. Guides you to suck on his balls and stare into his eyes while Shouto fucks you harder, bringing his thumb to the hood of your clit and rubbing with intention. He must’ve been at his limit, because of the three of you, Natsuo comes first with a pleasured grunt, jerking his hips and covering his hand and the side of your face with his come. And though you know logically that it’s impossible, you had kind of expected his nut to be...cold.

Hands trembling, the middle brother returns his attention to your chest, smearing his spend over your nipples, pinching at them in time with the swipes of Shouto’s thumb.

You finally get to come, waves of it hitting you and dragging you undertow, smacking into your body so hard you give yourself a burgeoning headache from clenching your jaw. Your body spasms, over and over and Shouto fucks you through it all, eventually adding his own seed to the mess between your thighs.

At least you think he did. It’s hard to distinguish what happens around the time you pass out from the fucked up cocktail of exhaustion, intoxication and the sedating power of the best dick you’ve ever had.

When you surface some time later, Touya is gone. “Fucked off somewhere,” Natsuo provides when you ask and...well you aren’t sure if it’s a relief or a disappointment.

Best not to think about it.

Shouto is there though, gliding a warm, damp towel over your heated skin, while Natsuo, who it seems, hasn’t moved from behind you, presses soft kisses to the crown of your head, your cheeks, your throat. He plays with the gold hoop earrings you're still wearing, rubbing your earlobes, and tugging on the jewellery every so often.

“How was it?” Natsuo asks, his voice quiet and soothing, and despite having just woken up, you could see yourself succumbing to its gentle tone and slipping into sleep once again.

“Good,” you respond, murmuring quietly. Shouto finishes cleaning you off, tossing the towel into a nearby hamper. “Really good.”

Natsuo chuckles, and his breath huffs over your ear.

“Good.” He tightens his arms around your middle.

“Good.” Shouto nods, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Good.” You repeat.

and so, i make my glorious return to bnha. support city girls who would do anything, including kill, for one night with soft yet firm dom natsuo. reblog what you like.

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Bit of a heavy request so feel free to turn it down if you don't feel comfortable writing for it. How would the BNHA boys react to finding their trans partner has self inflicted scars on their chest? You can choose the characters 🙂

[ In my last post, I had actually mentioned that I was a psychology student and as such, I know some people may dislike these kinds of requests. But I mean...they're real issues and I enjoy, in a way, helping promote awareness of them. I also love it when I get to choose the characters. So I picked some of our underrated boys. I hope you enjoy it. ]

Eijirou initially acts with concern and care when he sees the scars on your chest. "Who made you feel this way!? That's not manly at all, your body is beautiful babe!" He tries to use positive words when talking to you because he knows this is a sensitive issue and a little physical affection never hurts, so he doesn't hesitate to embrace you in his arms.

"You don't have to worry about that! This is a non-judgmental zone. You can just tell me as little or as much as you want!" Eijirou gave an encouraging smile as he sat in front of you on the floor of his bedroom or "safe zone" as he called it and remained understanding even as you explained the reason behind your self-inflicted scars and the possible body dysphoria issues you were experiencing.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't think of them as scars and more like manly marks! After all, we heroes get scars all the time from the dangerous battles we face! Yours is no different and you're just another brave hero!" He hoped his words would help you embrace a sense of worth just as he embraced you in another hug.

While Eijirou doesn't have the best book smarts, he tries to educate himself on the matter of transgender persons and self-harm behavior. But he ultimately finds it too confusing and settles for being your emotional support partner instead. After all, with skin as tough as his, he'd happily be your rock.

Whenever he noticed you were getting antsy or looking in the mirror too much, he'd try to distract you by suggesting the two of you do activities you enjoyed, or he'd start doing random things like lifting weights to gain your attention and make you laugh.

He tries to respect the fact that you refuse to see professional help and that your scars are embarrassing to you. "Well, what if I go with you? After all, I could never let anyone, not even a therapist talk about you the wrong way. Whaddya say?" He'd do anything for you, and if the two of you had to go through therapy together, so be it.

Being a student of medical welfare, he immediately examines the damage of the self-inflicted scars on your chest much like a doctor would. After ensuring they were clean and stable, he demands "Why the hell did you do this to yourself?" While his words come off as insensitive you know he tends to get emotional and that his anger came out of the concern he felt for you.

After his initial anger wears off, he grows determined to understand the reason behind your self-harm. "So...how long have you felt like you needed to do this?" He tried to be considerate and gentle with his questions like any healthcare professional would.

He understood more than anyone how exhausting it could be to try and handle your emotions by yourself and what happened when they were finally released. "You can stay here as long as you want, I just want to hold you until everything is okay," he said, embracing you tightly in his lap but the truth was, he didn't trust what you'd do once you were alone.

He knew that your position wasn't easy, being transgender had its own set of problems just like anything else. Since finding out about your self-harm tendencies, he tried to remind you every day how much he loved you and how terrible he'd feel if he lost you.

He didn't want to come off as overbearing, but he also didn't want to avoid setting precautions in place in case you engaged in self-harm behavior. So, he uses a bit of first aid to encircle medical wraps around your chest, just loose enough for you to breathe and serve as a reminder. If by chance, you did engage in self-injury, at least the wraps could absorb the mess to some degree until he could clean it.

While he wouldn't push you to get help, he did research about the challenges of transgender individuals and sought out resources and support groups for you. "Some of these groups are anonymous and they may help," he suggested, but if not. He would continue to assist and support you the best he could.

"This is quite an injustice that such beauty and perfection is damaged by these scars," Neito's reaction was more lackluster when he saw the self-inflicted scars on your chest by accident. Yes, it seemed he was a little too impatient waiting for you to change and as such, he walked in on you topless.

"There's no need to worry, your dear Phantom Thief will never allow anyone to so wrongfully judge you if they happen to find out what lays underneath that shirt, etched into that still perfect skin of yours," he stated, embracing you. The fact he treated your self-injurious behavior and your transgender status with such acceptance was certainly comforting.

"You may step in now," he instructed, and you were bewildered that he had transformed his room into some sort of makeshift therapy office. "Heh, heh. Do you truly think I trust anyone but myself to aid you in this dilemma? Why go through the hassle of therapy when I can provide it to you," he insisted and while this was unusual, you did find yourself exploring the debts of your emotions and issues with him.

"My, my. Don't squirm now, else you're going to make me miss one," Neito in a word, was bold and he thought that pinning you against the bed and exposing your scarred chest and kissing every scar was some type of radical new method to help you. While overwhelming, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the amount of attention he was giving you.

"There you are! Don't try to sneak off now! We have things to do!" Neito took extreme methods to engage in activities that had everything to do with self-care and mindfulness. Usually, this meant the two of you would have a spa day or participate in another relaxing activity to promote your self-esteem.

"Now, now, don't be ashamed. You look beautiful, ravaging even!" His positive affirmations never ceased to amaze you and his overall effort to make you feel beautiful even when your scars were exposed only proved his undying dedication to you.

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lvoryingrid · 4 months

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Teasing

Touya Todoroki x fem!Reader

(Quirkless AU)

Part 2

Synopsis: Touya's teasing becomes a focal point. As (Y/n) decides to confront Touya's playful banter with indifference, a silent battle of wills ensues. The unexpected shift occurs when Touya is unable to resist his growing feelings

From as far back as Y/n can remember, she has always shared an indescribably close bond with Shoto Todoroki, the young boy living across the street. They were inseparable, always playing together, exploring the neighborhood, and sharing their secrets and stories.

As they grew up, their bond only grew stronger, and they became each other's confidant and support system. Despite their young age, Y/n knew that Shoto was someone she could always rely on, no matter what.

They would talk for hours on end about anything and everything, and their conversations were always filled with laughter and joy. Y/n cherished every moment she spent with Shoto, and she hoped that their friendship would last a lifetime.

(Y/n) shared a close and special relationship with each of his three siblings, Touya, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. During their childhood, the five of them would spend endless hours playing together, creating countless happy memories that they would cherish for a lifetime. They would often engage themselves in various activities, such as playing board games, cycling, and exploring the outdoors, and in doing so, they would share laughter and joy, which brought them closer together.

These joyous moments helped solidify their sibling-like bond, creating a deep, unbreakable connection between them. As they grew older and took different paths in life, they never lost touch with one another and always found ways to maintain the strong bond they had formed in their childhood. Whether it was through weekly phone calls, annual family gatherings, or spontaneous reunions, they always made time for each other and continued to support and love one another through thick and thin.

As the years passed by, the bond between her and Shoto remained strong and unbreakable. However, she found that her connection with his other siblings started to dwindle, except for Touya. He was always there to tease them. Whenever she would go over to her friend's house to hang out, she would usually find Touya answering the door.

As soon as he laid eyes on her, his lips would curl into a sly smile and he would look her up and down before teasingly calling out, "Well, well, well…if it isn't Shoto's girlfriend!". The young woman's expression was one of irritation and annoyance as she raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the white-haired young adult standing before her.

In a firm and somewhat exasperated tone, she spoke up to clarify a point, "He is not my boyfriend and you are well aware of this fact." As he gazed into her eyes, which were of a beautiful (e/c) color, he couldn't help but notice the faint blush on her cheeks. It was a sight that he found incredibly adorable and it always made him feel a sense of amusement.

He always loved toying with her, teasing her with his words and actions, just to see her cute and adorable reactions. In response to her statement, he would simply mutter, as he playfully leaned on the doorframe "Yeah, yeah whatever, Shoto's in his room" as he continued to enjoy the playful banter between them.

As (Y/n) barged into Shoto's room, cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and her conflicted feelings, she couldn't contain her outburst. "Your brother is a dick," she exclaimed, catching Shoto by surprise. Shoto, ever the calm and collected one, looked at (Y/n) with a mix of curiosity and familiarity. "What did he do this time?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she began to explain the latest escapade involving Touya. She recounted how he had teased her relentlessly, a smirk playing on his lips as he pushed all the right buttons to elicit a reaction. Shoto listened attentively, his lips quirking into a small smile at the vivid picture (Y/n) painted of Touya's antics.

As (Y/n) continued her animated recounting, Shoto couldn't help but admire the genuine frustration on her face. He had witnessed his brother's mischievous side more times than he could count, and it seemed that (Y/n) had become his favorite target.

With a subtle nod, he acknowledged (Y/n)'s plight. "Touya does have a way of getting under people's skin," he remarked. "Best you can do is ignore him, that will annoy him more".

As Shoto offered his advice on handling Touya's teasing, (Y/n) took it to heart. Determined to show that she could rise above Touya's attempts to provoke her, she decided to adopt a new approach – complete and utter indifference.

The next time Touya greeted her with his trademark sly smile and teasing remarks, (Y/n) met his gaze with an indifferent expression. Ignoring his comments, she headed straight to Shoto's room without giving Touya the satisfaction of a reaction.

Touya, not used to being ignored by her, couldn't help but find (Y/n)'s newfound nonchalance intriguing. He was accustomed to getting a rise out of her, but (Y/n)'s refusal to engage left him frustrated and amused.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n) maintained her cool demeanor in the face of Touya's teasing. She became a master of brushing off his comments with a casual flick of her (h/c) hair or a nonchalant glance. The more she ignored him, the more intrigued Touya became. It became a silent battle of wills, with Touya determined to crack her composure and (Y/n) equally determined to prove her resilience.

Behind the scenes, Shoto observed the unfolding dynamics with amusement. He found himself caught between his mischievous older brother and his steadfast best friend, wondering how this silent showdown would ultimately play out.

One afternoon, (Y/n) made her routine visit to Shoto's house, mentally bracing herself for the customary teasing from Touya. With a determined knock on the door, she prepared for another round of banter, expecting the usual smirk and playful comments that had become a part of their interaction.

To her surprise, the door swung open to reveal Touya, his familiar turquoise eyes meeting hers. However, this time, something was different. Instead of the usual teasing remarks, an unreadable expression adorned Touya's face.

Caught off guard by the absence of the expected banter, (Y/n) blinked in confusion. "No witty comment today?" she quipped, trying to break the tension with a light-hearted remark. Touya, still wearing that enigmatic expression, simply shook his head. "Not today," he replied, his voice devoid of the usual teasing tone.

Intrigued by the change in atmosphere, (Y/n) entered the silent house, glancing around for any sign of Shoto. Touya, closing the door behind her, seemed deep in thought. The air felt charged with an unspoken tension, leaving (Y/n) to wonder about the shift in dynamics.

"Okay, seriously, what's going on with you today-" Before (Y/n) could further inquire, Touya took a step closer, closing the distance between them. The turquoise eyes that were usually filled with mischief now held a depth she hadn't seen before. Without saying a word his hands gently found their place on either side of (Y/n)'s face, pinning her against the wall.

Caught off guard, (Y/n)'s heart raced, her (e/c) eyes widening in surprise. "What changed?" Touya finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with a hint of vulnerability. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as his thumb traced a gentle line across her cheek. Her (e/c) eyes searched Touya's turquoise gaze for answers.

"I-I don't know what you mean." His eyes bore into hers, his gaze unwavering. "You used to react so vividly to my teasing. But lately, it's like you're seeing a different side of me," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

The room seemed to shrink as (Y/n) processed Touya's words, her mind racing to make sense of the unspoken tension between them. The realization dawned on her that, perhaps, there was more to their dynamic than playful banter.

"I miss that adorable reaction of yours," Touya admitted in a whisper, his lips grazing her ear. "Tell me, (Y/n), what changed?" (Y/n) felt a swirl of conflicting emotions – surprise, curiosity, and a newfound awareness of the complexities beneath the surface of their friendship. She met Touya's intense gaze, unsure of how to respond to the unspoken confession that hung in the air.

As the two stood there, locked in a moment charged with unspoken feelings, the familiar sound of Shoto's footsteps approached. The spell broke, and Touya stepped back, leaving (Y/n) to grapple with the unexpected turn of events.

"Am I interrupting something?" Shoto asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

Touya, ever the master of composure, offered a casual smirk. "Just having a heart-to-heart with your girlfriend here. You know, the usual stuff." (Y/n), grateful for the diversion, managed a faint smile. "Yeah, just a typical bantering," she added, attempting to diffuse the tension.

Shoto's perceptive nature didn't go unnoticed by (Y/n) as he raised an eyebrow, silently acknowledging the undercurrents in the room. Opting not to pry further, he smoothly changed the subject, extending an invitation to (Y/n) for a night out.

"Hey, (Y/n), there's a classmate of mine hosting a party tonight for his birthday. Would you like to come?" Shoto asked, his demeanor casual but his mismatched eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.

(Y/n), eager for a change of atmosphere and a distraction from the unspoken tension, readily agreed. "Sure, sounds like fun! I could use a night out."

As they discussed the details of the party, Touya, who had been observing the exchange with keen interest, couldn't hide his displeasure. The subtle shift in dynamics hadn't escaped his notice, and the idea of (Y/n) spending time with Shoto and not him seemed to irk him.

"Well, well, aren't we making plans without me?" Touya interjected, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes betrayed a hint of genuine annoyance. "Won't you invite your dear big brother?"

Shoto, maintaining his composure, raised an eyebrow. "No," he replied succinctly, his response leaving little room for negotiation.

Touya's smirk faltered for a moment, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Oh, come on, Shoto. Don't be so cold. I promise I'll behave," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

(Y/n), caught in the middle of the brotherly banter, couldn't help but hide a smile. She knew Shoto's straightforward nature, and it always amused her how he could shut down Touya's attempts at manipulation with a simple "no."

"Sorry, Touya, maybe next time," Shoto said, the corners of his lips twitching in a small smirk.

The neon lights of the club flickered as (Y/n) and Shoto entered, the pulsating beat of the music resonating through the air. Shoto's friends, a lively group from his class, waved them over to join the excitement on the dance floor.

As (Y/n) and Shoto approached the group, they were enveloped in the vibrant atmosphere of the club. Laughter, music, and the energetic chatter of the crowd surrounded them. The night promised to be a memorable one, filled with dancing and camaraderie.

(Y/n) couldn't deny that the night at the club was exhilarating. The pulsating music, the vibrant lights, and the laughter of Shoto's friends had created an atmosphere of joy and carefree enjoyment. However, despite the lively ambiance, the earlier encounter with Touya lingered in her mind like a shadow.

Unbeknownst to her, Touya, unable to resist the nagging fear of (Y/n) spending time with Shoto's friends, discreetly followed them into the club. In the shadows, he watched from a distance, his eyes fixated on (Y/n) blending into the crowd. The sight of (Y/n) in that dress ignited a fire within him, awakening a passion that he had been struggling to contain. His overprotective instincts and lingering jealousy drove him to keep a watchful eye on the unfolding events.

As (Y/n) danced and moved with the rhythm of the music, the dress showcased her confidence and allure. The vibrant lights of the club played over the contours of her figure, making her a captivating presence on the dance floor. The short length of the dress revealed her legs, adding to the overall impact of her alluring appearance.

Unable to bear the thought of (Y/n) having fun with those brats, Touya struggled with conflicting emotions. In a moment of impulsiveness, he decided to approach her in secret, his movements careful to avoid detection.

As the music thumped and the crowd danced around them, Touya discreetly slipped through the crowd, finally catching up to (Y/n). His hands landed on her body, the touch unexpected and sending a jolt through her.

Startled, (Y/n) turned around, only to find herself face to face with Touya, his expression a mix of intensity and vulnerability. "Touya?" she exclaimed, the loud music drowning out her words.

Unable to contain his turbulent emotions, grabbed (Y/n) by the arm and guided her toward the bathroom, the urgency of the moment propelling them into a realm of shadows and whispers.

Once inside, the dimly lit bathroom offered a brief reprieve from the pulsating energy of the club. Touya closed the door behind the stall, creating a cocoon of semi-privacy. (Y/n), still caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, tried to process the situation. "Touya, what's going on?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

Touya, his grip on her arm loosening slightly, hesitated for a moment. The intensity in his eyes wavered between vulnerability and a desperate longing. "I couldn't stand the thought of you being with them," he confessed, his words laced with a mix of frustration and yearning.

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed as she attempted to understand the turmoil in Touya's eyes. "Touya, we need to talk about this. You can't just—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Touya, unable to hold back any longer, closed the distance between them. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a fervent kiss, the intensity of the moment taking them both by surprise.

For a moment, the chaotic world outside the bathroom stall faded away, leaving only the muffled sounds of the club and the shared breaths between Touya and (Y/n). The kiss, born from a whirlwind of emotions, carried a weight that spoke of unspoken desires and the complexities of their relationships.

As the kiss lingered, (Y/n) felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The intensity of Touya's actions sparked a flicker of response within her, but her mind raced with the implications of what was happening. Breaking away, she gasped for breath, her eyes searching Touya's for answers.

"Touya, we can't just—"

Before she could finish, the bathroom door creaked open, a stream of light pouring in, and Shoto's voice cut through the hazy atmosphere. "Hey, (Y/n), are you okay? I've been looking for you."

(Y/n)'s heart raced at the unexpected intrusion, and she quickly composed herself, attempting to hide the fact that she was with Touya inside the stall. "Yeah, I'm fine, just needed a moment," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of unease.

Touya, however, seemed unfazed by the interruption. Instead of pulling away, he continued leaving a trail of kisses along (Y/n)'s delicate neck. His actions were both bold and unapologetic, as if daring the world to challenge the boundaries he was breaking.

Shoto, growing increasingly worried, pushed the bathroom door open wider. "Seriously, what's going on in there? Is everything alright?"

(Y/n), attempting to maintain composure, replied with forced casualness, "Yeah, Shoto, I'm just fixing my makeup. We'll be out in a minute."

Touya, with a subtle smirk against (Y/n)'s neck, continued his intimate gestures, leaving her torn between the thrill of the moment and the awareness of Shoto just outside the stall.

Shoto, unconvinced but choosing not to press further, sighed. "Alright, take your time. Just wanted to make sure you're okay."

As the door closed, (Y/n) felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The bathroom stall became a temporary sanctuary for a secret affair, a clandestine moment born from years of unspoken feelings.

"Touya, we need to stop," she whispered, her words a delicate plea. "Shoto's right outside."

Touya, undeterred, lifted his head from her neck, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't care. I've waited too long for this," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Despite her attempts to resist, (Y/n) couldn't deny the surge of emotions that Touya's actions ignited within her. The lines between desire and the complexities of their relationships blurred in the dimly lit confines of the stall.

"You know, we could have a little fun right here, right now," he suggested, his tone playful yet laced with desire.

(Y/n), torn between the intensity of the moment and the awareness of Shoto just outside the stall, managed to gather her thoughts. "Touya, we can't. Shoto is waiting right outside," she insisted, her voice a hushed plea.

Touya, undeterred and grinning mischievously, leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "Well, my dear, we'll just have to save the fun for later. How about you leave the stall, tell Shoto you're not feeling well, and make your way to my place? I won't keep you waiting for too long."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The idea of leaving the club and rendezvousing with Touya ignited a mix of excitement and nervousness. With a final lingering kiss on her lips, Touya encouraged her, "Go on. I'll be right behind you."

Summoning her best attempt at composure, (Y/n) left the bathroom stall and approached Shoto, who was waiting with a concerned expression. "Hey, (Y/n), are you okay?" he asked.

She offered a weak smile, feigning discomfort. "I'm not feeling too well. I think I need some fresh air. I might head home. You stay and enjoy the party, Shoto."

Shoto's concern deepened, but he nodded understandingly. "Alright, (Y/n), take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything."

As (Y/n) made her way out of the club, Touya followed at a discreet distance. She headed to his house and waited by the backdoor, the anticipation building with every passing moment.

When Touya finally arrived, he caught her off guard. "What took you so long" she asked a small blush lingering on her cheeks. With a smirk, noticing the effect he once more has on her he responds "I had to make sure Shoto wasn't suspicious" signaling her to enter his room.

Before going in, (Y/n) asked "Are you sure about this?" her eyes searching his for reassurance. Touya, with a teasing smile, responded, "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life."

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malewifetouya · 6 months

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𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐

Synopsis: you and Touya became friends when you were kids, until one day he had to leave. Years later, a beast in the forest makes its home near your village, and you’ll find out who the real monster is.

• Fantasy au, werewolf x human romance, childhood friends to lovers

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Characters: Touya Todoroki, Goto Imasuji, (mentioned) Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: bullying, sexual harassment, misogyny (neither done by Touya), mass murder, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), size difference, Goto is a creep here so if you like him, this might not be for you

Written for @candycandy00 for the League Of Villains Horror Anthology.

Title is a reference from a Hellsing Abridged quote by Team Four Star.

She was like the moon, and he, her wolf- always circling, his shadow cast in her moonlight, waiting for love to break free with the stars.

N.R. Hart

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You met Touya Todoroki when you were thirteen.

All your life, you had lived in a large town named Deika Village, located near a forest. You grew up with a fairly normal childhood, went to school with the other kids.

However, you had a secret: you and your family were witches. Your parents used their magic to help the village, making the crops prosper and kept the town safe from natural disasters or illnesses.

Nobody knew about your family secret because if people found out, you’d all be killed for witchcraft.

So, you put up the image of a non-magical child, and blended in with the other children, who got along with you.

Except for one kid.

His name was Goto Imasuji. He was tall for his age, had unruly blonde hair and onyx eyes. What stood out the most was how bulky he was, which earned him the nickname “Muscular”.

He called you mean names, pushed you around, and pulled on your hair. You don’t know what you did to piss him off at such a young age, but out of all the other kids he targeted, you seemed to be his favorite to harass.

Oddly, despite calling you “uggo”, he didn’t seem to like it when you interacted with other boys and would intimidate them into not talking to you anymore. You didn’t understand why, and just chalked his behavior up to him thinking girls were inferior to boys.

You tried telling the teachers, but they would dismiss you with the same excuses: “boys will be boys”, “just ignore him and he’ll leave you alone”, or, “if he’s mean to you, that just means he likes you” (there was no way in hell you believed that one, considering how many times he called you ugly).

Eventually, no one wanted to hang out with you anymore and would join Goto in bullying you, their fear turning into adoration. You were ostracized and excluded, the only kid with no friends.

That all changed when one day, you would meet a boy your age with snowy white hair and ice blue eyes.

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It was a chilly autumn afternoon when a family of six passed through your village, stopping to spend a few nights.

The family consisted of a husband and father named Enji Todoroki. He was an imposing man with spiky red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a permanent scowl etched on his face. His wife, Rei, was a beautiful woman with sleek white hair and warm gray eyes.

They had four kids; three sons and one daughter. The youngest was Shoto, who was no older than five, with dual colored hair that split right down the middle and heterochromic eyes. You rarely got to talk to him, but whenever you saw him, you’d always give him a polite wave.

The middle son was Natsuo. He looked just like Enji but had Rei’s palette. Out of his other three siblings, he had the most easy-going personality that was almost contagious.

Their only daughter, Fuyumi, was one year younger than you but you envied her looks. She had clearly inherited her mother’s beauty, with red streaks in her white hair, and was just as kind-hearted.

And finally, the eldest son, Touya. What stood out about him the most was how short he was for a boy his age. Despite how frail he looked, he was surprisingly strong and agile. Personality wise, he was reclusive and seemed to prefer being by himself.

The only way you met him was when you caught Goto picking on him for his height. You had stepped in and told your bully to back off, threatening to tell an adult if he didn’t stop.

The blonde menace glowered at you and called you an insult, but left like you told him to, not wanting to get in trouble, grumbling as he stomped away.

As soon as he was gone, you were about to ask Touya if he was okay, only to be met with a glare, like you had personally offended him.

“I didn’t need your help! I could’ve handled him!” He yelled indignantly.

Wow, rude.

“You’re welcome.” You replied sarcastically, turning up your nose at him as you stormed away.

You decided you’d never talk to him ever again, but fate had other plans, seeing as how the next day, Goto shoved you to the ground and shouted at you for interfering yesterday. Just as he was about to kick dirt in your face, he was suddenly pushed by a pair of hands and you heard a familiar voice.

“Leave her alone!”

You looked up to see none other than Touya, standing over Goto with his fists balled and teeth bared. You both made eye contact, and you could’ve sworn you saw his expression soften upon seeing you.

Before either of you could say a word, Goto stood back up and tackled Touya, bringing his fists down repeatedly. Touya was able to dodge his blows using his arms as a shield, but you knew that wouldn’t stop Goto.

With a surge of adrenaline, you leapt to your feet and kicked the bigger boy right between his legs.

He let out a pained wheeze, immediately clutching his groin, and with his hands occupied, you took the opportunity to punch him in the face as hard as you could. You then grabbed Touya’s hand and helped him up, running the both of you away to safety.

Once you two were far away enough, Touya pulled his hands out of your grasp so he could clutch his knees, worn out from running.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Although you knew the correct response would be to thank him, you felt like being petty.

“I didn’t need your help. I could’ve handled him.” You replied snarkily, repeating his own words back at him.

Whether or not he knew you were being impudent, Touya rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah, you really looked like you had everything under control with the way you were on the ground.”

You crossed your arms and looked away from him. “Whatever, it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with him and it won’t be the last, so don’t think he’ll leave me alone just because you told him to.”

You expected him to scoff again, or make another snarky remark, but he went silent instead, which prompted you to look at him again. He actually stared at you with concern.

“He treats you like that a lot, doesn’t he?” His voice sounded like he had seen this type of behavior before

You nodded solemnly. “Has for a long time.”

Your response caused him to tense up, thinking about all the times he had seen his father treat his mother the same way Goto treated you.

“I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault.”

“I know that!” Touya huffed, “I just feel bad that you have to deal with him everyday and nobody seems to stand up for you”

You sighed. “It’s not that nobody won’t stand up for me, it’s that those who did were threatened or hit by him.”

“That doesn’t mean you should have to be used to it.” Touya replied softly.

You felt your throat tighten and your eyes burn with tears.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”

What happened next was a blur; you collapsed to the ground and broke down crying. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms enveloped you, and a hand was gently patting the top of your head.

From that day on, you and Touya became friends.

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By the time winter rolled around, Touya and his family left.

You were devastated. Despite his brief time in your village, Touya had become your closest friend. You two were practically attached to the hip, hanging out from morning until evening. You already had no friends to begin with thanks to Goto’s influence, and Touya didn’t either since he and his family were treated unkindly by your village for being outsiders.

The best part about being friends with Touya was Goto left you both alone, knowing that if he bothered one of you, the other would scare him away, knowing he couldn’t fight the two of you (he didn’t forget what happened to him last time and still resented you for giving him a bloody nose).

You revealed your magic to Touya, knowing he wouldn’t judge you, and in return, Touya opened up to you about what his family was like behind closed doors, how his father bribed Rei’s parents into letting him marry her, the way he physically abused Shoto, and neglected his other three kids, including him.

You were understandably horrified but now finally understood why Touya didn’t want you hanging out at his temporary house. He probably wanted to protect you from the monster that was Enji.

Despite your protests, Touya would beg you not to tell anyone else about his father. You didn’t understand why, but looking back, he was most likely afraid of what would happen to him, his siblings, and mother.

You even offered to let him stay with you for the night, but he’d always respectfully decline. Secretly, a selfish part of you wanted to share your room with him, because you had developed a crush on him. Though you both were comfortable enough to hug and hold hands, you wondered what it’d feel like to cuddle him, to listen to his heartbeat while he played with your hair until you both fell asleep.

The day Touya told you he and his family were leaving was the same day you were planning to confess your feelings for him. You never got the chance to because you cried in his arms while he apologized and sobbed with you. You both tried to enjoy your last day together, but it was hard to be happy when you knew you’d never get another moment like this with him ever again.

The next morning, you woke up early so you could say goodbye to Touya before he left. You wanted so badly to tell him how you really felt, but if he didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship and part ways on a bad note, so you hugged him one last time, told him you’d miss him, and watched him leave your village with a broken heart.

You’d never forget the boy with crystals for eyes, who was the best part of your life.

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As time went on, you grew up, and now that Touya was gone, Goto had resumed teasing you, only his insults had changed. He made inappropriate remarks about your maturing body, touched you intimately just to make you uncomfortable, and possessively referred to you as “his girl”, like you were his girlfriend instead of his victim.

One day, he went too far and groped your rear end when you weren’t paying attention. That was your final straw.

You told a teacher, but when confronted, Goto replied that he had accidentally bumped into you. Unfortunately, the teacher believed him, and as soon as you were both alone, he cornered you with his burly arms and threatened you to not snitch on him ever again or he would “do something worse”.

You didn’t know what he meant, but the dark look in his eyes was enough to scare you into submission, so you nodded and promised to keep your mouth shut.

He smirked in satisfaction and called you a good girl. You wanted to throw up and slap him across his smug face.

As soon as he let you go and left, you ran outside until you reached the spot you and Touya first met and had an emotional breakdown.

You wished Touya was here, so he could comfort you while you told him about what Goto did and then kick his ass later. If Touya was still here, Goto would’ve never bothered you in the first place, and you might have been spared from being humiliated and threatened by him.

You hoped he would come back to you someday.

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Ten years passed and you were now a full grown woman in your twenties.

After your parents died of old age, you inherited their house. You had given away most of your childhood belongings to the younger kids and whatever belonged to your parents had been buried with them.

You adjusted to your new life and became a waitress at a tea shop. Although your boss was a strict, middle-aged woman who grated your nerves, she paid you well and the tea shop was a peaceful place to work in, so you stuck around.

You were happy. You liked your job, you liked your pay, and you liked the customers.

Except one.

Even years later as adults, Goto still continued to torment you. However, he would continually ask to bed you, and you always turned him down. Your rejection didn’t dissuade him, and he refused to take your no for an answer. It was like he was hoping that you’d eventually change your mind if he wore you down enough.

To make matters worse, a year after your parents died, some unknown beast made its home in the forest near your village.

It made itself known when it mauled anyone who trespassed onto the area it marked as its territory. At first, everyone thought it was a bear, until a survivor said it wasn’t. Although they didn’t get a clear look at the predator, they claimed it was larger than a bear, and ate its victims. The bears in your forest were herbivores.

To appease the creature, the village leaders offered criminals as sacrifices, and in return, innocents were spared. Nobody knew about the sacrifices, not even you. This was done purposely so the crime rate wouldn’t go down, lest your village lose people to offer as food.

What was most odd about the monster was that it was only active during full moons.

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“For the last time, Imasuji: I’m not interested.”

“Aw, why not, sweetheart?” Goto asked with a fake pout. The audacity of this man.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you were mean to me when we were kids?” You hoped your sarcasm was obvious.

Goto only threw back his head and laughed in response. “Y/n, that was the old me! I’ve changed.”

At least, that’s what he believed. You had seen the way he treated other people, especially the men who were nice to you, and nothing about him changed. He was still the egotistical brat you knew since childhood. The only reason nobody ever called him out for his behavior was because they were either too scared or regarded him as some sort of deity simply because he was the best hunter in the village. He also had a few women who were infatuated with him, and you had to endure the scathing looks they gave you out of jealousy.

You even had other people try to convince you to give Goto a chance, claiming he’d make an excellent husband who’d be able to provide for you (and any future children).

If only they knew what a walking red flag he was.

“Imasuji, either order a cup of tea or leave if you’re just going to waste my time.” You seethed. As much as you wanted to smash a teapot over Goto’s head, none of the fine china belonged to you and therefore, weren't yours to damage.

Goto regarded you with cold eyes and a lecherous smirk, “Your parents never taught you your role as a woman. You need a man to put you in your place.”

Rather than humor Goto by wasting your time arguing with him, you excused yourself behind the shoji. You could really use a hot cup of tea.

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When you were finally allowed home, you walked to your backyard where your vegetation was growing. One of the stalks was drying up, so you looked around, and when you were certain there was no one else around, you whispered a spell incantation and the plant grew rapidly.

Not only did you grow fruits and vegetables, you also grew flowers. The most abundant were your nemophilas. They were a beautiful shade of blue, almost similar to the eyes of-

You shook your head, not wanting to get emotional over your childhood friend. You couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about you the way you thought about him.

If only you weren’t so distracted, you would’ve noticed the pair of obsidian eyes watching you from the shadows.

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The smell of brewing tea seemed to overwhelm you as you entered the shop the next morning. You chatted idly with the customers, which helped distract your mind from yesterday’s nostalgic memories, and you were confident your day would go smoothly.

Until a certain blonde walked in and soured your mood.

As usual, he flirted with you, despite how busy you were, but what caught you off guard was when he said:

“Marry me, y/n.”

You had nearly dropped the tray you were carrying. It wasn’t even a question; it was more of demand, as if your feelings didn’t matter to him.

“Why do you want me to marry you? Why should I marry you?” You asked, appalled.

Goto smirked, “Because you’d make a fine wife for me. You wouldn’t even have to work here anymore,” he gestured to the shop surrounding him. “All you’d have to do is stay home, cook, and clean.”

He then leaned forward, leering. “And give me children.”

“W-what?!” You spluttered.

“I prefer sons, but if we have daughters, I’ll teach them to be future wives for their husbands-“

“No.”

Goto went silent, and you could’ve sworn you saw his face twitch before he quickly smiled again, only it didn’t reach his eyes.

“You didn’t even let me finish-“

“You don’t need to, Imasuji.” You snapped. “I don’t want to marry you and I never will, so just drop it already.”

Goto’s grin became more menacing, and he leaned down to make you feel smaller. You hadn’t felt this scared of him since the time he threatened you to stay silent.

“I’d reconsider your answer if I were you, y/n.”

Despite the warning bells going off in your head, you were too prideful to let yourself be intimidated by him.

“Or what?” You challenged.

There was a shattering sound, and you realized he had gripped his cup so hard that the glass broke, tea and blood leaking from his fingers.

“Or you’ll regret it.”

Don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it-

“I’d regret marrying you rather than staying single for the rest of my life.”

You heard a gasp, and, to your embarrassment, saw that the whole shop had been watching you and Goto. Everyone looked at you like you were the crazy one instead of the creep invading your personal space.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Goto snarled, and then turned around to leave the shop.

Before anyone could berate you for turning him down, you bolted to the shoji and felt yourself having a panic attack after what happened.

You couldn’t breathe, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you had begun to cry. You grabbed one of the zabutons and clutched it for comfort, the soft fabric bringing you back from your hysteria. Finally, you began to calm down, and did breathing exercises, your heartbeat slowing down.

Suddenly, the shoji opened quickly, revealing your agitated boss and making you gasp. She looked down at you with annoyance.

“What are you doing back here? We have customers!” She yelled shrilly, seemingly uncaring of the tear tracks on your face.

You stood up and hastily wiped your uniform, “Sorry, I had a breakdown and needed to be alone.”

Your boss stared at you critically before sighing in irritation. “Fine, you can go home early. Can’t have you crying in the tea.”

You chose to ignore her passive aggressive remark and thanked her for letting you leave. You quickly made your way home, ignoring the curious stares from the other villagers. Luckily, Goto wasn’t one of them. You didn’t think you could handle another panic attack, especially outside for everyone to see.

Once inside your house, you locked your door and closed the curtains to the windows. Although you hadn’t seen Goto since this afternoon at the tea shop, you still felt paranoid that he’d be outside your home.

You retreated to your bedroom and changed into your nightgown, figuring a nap would help calm your nerves. Under the safety of your blankets, you fell asleep immediately, hoping you’d feel better when you woke up.

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You were awakened to the sound of fierce knocking at your front door.

Jolting up, you stood from your bed and walked to your window, peaking through the curtains. Outside, were some of the villagers and the leaders, holding torches and rope.

You felt uneasy, especially since it was already nightfall. Had you really slept that long? And why were there so many people at your front door this late?

The knocking became more aggressive, and you knew if you didn’t answer, then your door would be kicked down. Grabbing a red silk robe, you covered yourself since you were still wearing your thin nightgown. Normally, you would’ve changed into more appropriate clothes, but you had a feeling they wouldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You yelled impatiently, hoping the villagers heard your agitation. You unlatched the locks and opened your door ajar, keeping as much space possible between you and your unwanted visitors.

“May I help you?”

“L/n, step outside, please.” One of the leaders said, leaving no room for argument.

“Why?” You asked suspiciously.

“Step. Out. Side. Please.”

Not wanting to cause trouble, you did as told and walked out your door. You stared up at your leader, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

“L/n, we’ve received word that you might be a witch.”

You did a double take. “I’m sorry, what?”

“We heard from Imasuji that he caught you using magic outside your house.”

The fiend himself appeared from the side of your house, arms crossed and smirking. You had a feeling why he would accuse you of witchcraft.

Unknown to you, he had followed you a few nights ago and saw you whisper the spell incantation to make your plants grow. Your refusal to marry him was the final push for him to decide that if he couldn’t have you, then no one could.

“That's a lie, I’m not a witch.” You responded. Your leader didn’t look convinced, and forced himself, along with and Goto, inside your house for inspection, despite your protests.

At first, they didn’t find anything that looked suspicious, like potions or animal familiars, so you assumed you were safe, until Goto came out of your bedroom.

“I found a spell book!”

You felt your blood turn to ice. It was your family’s spell book that had been passed down for generations. At this point, you knew there was no point in lying because you had been caught.

“Okay, fine, it’s a spell book and yes, I used magic to make my backyard grow faster.” You admitted, “That doesn’t mean I’m an evil witch! I’ve only used my magic for good.”

The crowd began cornering you and you felt multiple hands grabbing you, tying your wrists behind your back. That would explain the rope.

As you were escorted out of the village, everyone cursed and spat at you, saying you deserved to die and that you were going to hell.

You had never felt so betrayed.

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There was a full moon in the sky, giving you some light as you were led out to the forest.

It was bad enough you had a shitty day, now you were having a shitty night.

After walking for a few more minutes, you arrived at a large tree, far away from your village. You wondered if you were going to be hanged because of the rope, but instead, the leaders began tying you to the trunk, binding your arms behind you.

When you asked if you were just going to be left outside all night, you were then told of all the previous criminals before you who had been offered as sacrifices to the beast, and you were horrified.

You vowed that the leaders wouldn’t get away with their sins, but they laughed you off and, as one last act of defiance, you spat in one of their faces.

Now, you had been left alone to die at the claws of some unknown monster.

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The monster himself raised his nose to the sky, smelling fresh blood in the distance. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he took off on all fours.

Ever since he marked the forest as his territory, he couldn’t control his primal instincts and had accidentally killed a few people in his starving frenzy.

Then, one night, he saw a man tied to a tree. The animal in him dominated his humanity and all that was left of the poor soul was a mangled, bloodied corpse.

From then on, during every full moon, he would find someone left out for him to eat and he would be satisfied for the rest of the night. Humans were more filling than animals.

The smell of blood became stronger as he neared his prey, and drool began flying off his muzzle as he ran faster. He growled with excitement.

He couldn’t wait to devour his next victim.

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You pulled at your binds, trying to free yourself, but it was no use. The more you strained, the more the rope dug into your skin, leaving red, painful welts.

You knew there was no point in calling for help. There was no one else around, and all you’d do was attract an animal, or the beast itself.

You hoped it wouldn’t find you, or would ignore you instead of eating you alive. You’d rather stay tied to the tree and die from either starvation, dehydration, or exposure than be mauled to death.

Despite your resolve to stay strong, you felt your eyes begin to water at the shittiness of the situation you were trapped in. Your family secret discovered all because you refused to marry your childhood bully, finding out that the village leaders were murderous sociopaths, and neither of them would be punished, while you were paying the consequences for their actions.

Your head snapped up when you heard the sound of twigs snapping and large footsteps approaching you. The birds in the trees across from you flew away, panicked.

Oh god. It was coming for you.

You finally began to openly sob. Why bother keeping quiet when it knew where you were? You prayed that your death would be quick.

Then, from the trees emerged the creature itself. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your mouth, eyes widening in horror.

It looked like a wolf, but it was bigger than a bear and stood on its hind legs. Its fur was white with gnarled, purple scars underneath its eyes, covering its lower face and neck, all the way down past its collarbone. Its chest, arms, and legs were a patchwork of fur and scars. But the most striking feature was its glowing blue eyes.

Its muzzle formed into a snarl, drool dripping from its sharp teeth. You could see the black, protruding claws from its fingers. You didn’t know which looked worse: the fangs or talons.

It lowered itself on all fours again and began to slowly approach you, as if taunting you. By now, you were loudly weeping, thinking about all the friends you’d never see again. You wanted to live a long life and die peacefully in your sleep from old age, not like this.

The wolf-like beast sniffed you, its nose pressing against your body. You cringed and looked away, feeling like your personal space was being violated. Why was it dragging this out? To antagonize you?

Suddenly, it jolted its head back, as if electrocuted. It stood on its hind legs once more to get a better look at you. Then, its eyes widened in realization.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes flew open in shock and you turned your head to look at the bipedal wolf, jaw dropping. It just spoke to you, and it knew your name. Did it know you? And did you know it?

“How do you know me?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Y/n, it’s me, Touya.” It replied in a masculine voice.

You felt like all the air left your body at the mention of the familiar name. There was no way this giant apex predator was your beloved childhood friend.

“Stop tormenting me,” you demanded, though your tone sounded more like a plea. “You’re not Touya. Don’t lie to me!”

Its face looked genuinely hurt but it gently grabbed your chin with its thumb and index finger so you were face to face. Despite its large claws, it was careful not to scratch you.

“Look at me, y/n. Look at me and you’ll see.”

Despite your better judgment, you did as told, studying its face. Even with the pointed ears and muzzle, something about it did look familiar.

Then, you stared into its eyes, and memories of a blue-eyed boy whom you fell in love with invaded your mind with flashbacks.

“…Touya?”

The wolf smiled and nodded his head, “Yes.”

“But how?” You asked, “You were human when we met but now you’re…”

Unable to figure out what exactly he was, your voice trailed. Touya, however, didn’t seem offended, and let go of your chin. “Let me get you out of these ropes before I explain everything.”

He circled around the tree and slashed your binds with his claws, never once grazing your skin. With your arms free, you began to rub your sore wrists as Touya entered your field of vision again.

“First off, I’m a lycanthrope, also known as a werewolf.” He explained, “I only take this form during full moons. My entire family are werewolves, too. Lycans are born, not made.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when we were kids?” You asked, feeling somewhat hurt that he kept such a big secret from you.

Touya sighed, “We’re not supposed to tell humans about our kind, or they’d probably try to kill us all.”

There was a few seconds of silence before you threw yourself at Touya, wrapping your arms around his middle while crying into his fur.

“I missed you so much, Touya.”

Touya stiffened, taken aback by the sudden hug, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up so your feet were off the ground. He inhaled your scent, familiar with the pheromones since he first met you.

“I missed you too, y/n. I thought about you everyday after I left.”

You heard a swishing sound behind Touya, and peeked over to see his large white tail wagging. It was cute, knowing he was this happy to see you again.

Touya placed you back on your feet but neither of you pulled away from the embrace. You had to look up at him due to the height difference. It was then you remembered the scars littering his body.

“These scars… how did you get them?” You asked before realizing you may have overstepped a boundary. Luckily, Touya didn’t look angry, only sad.

“When I came of age, I left my family and traveled to find a new home. I ended up in a forest called Sekoto Peak. Another village saw my werewolf form, and lit the forest on fire in an attempt to kill me. I survived, but was left with these burn scars.”

He shuddered as he recalled the heat, how the fire was so hot that it turned blue. Had he not found a creek and jumped in the water, he would’ve been cremated.

You felt tears roll down your face, which Touya wiped away with his thumbs. “Oh, Touya…”

“It’s okay, y/n,” he said gently with a soft smile, “they don’t hurt me anymore. Now, I have a question for you: why were you tied to a tree?”

You were the last person Touya thought would commit a crime. You were feisty, that he knew, but he couldn’t see you doing anything illegal or immoral.

Your face twisted into a scowl as you looked away, “Remember Goto Imasuji? He accused me of witchcraft because I refused to marry him.”

There was silence as Touya processed what you said before his shock was replaced with fury. His fur bristled and he bared his fangs, though you knew his anger wasn’t directed at you.

“He fucking WHAT?!”

You hadn’t seen him this pissed since the time he caught Goto bullying you. Funny how both times were because of him.

“He caught me using magic on my crops, which was stupid on my part, but I thought I was alone.” You confessed, “Goto saw me, told the village leaders, and when they invaded my home, they found my family’s spell book.”

Touya snarled with rage. How dare the leaders leave you to die, all because a man felt entitled to have you? He was going to make them pay, especially Goto.

“I’m going to kill them all.”

You opened your mouth to protest, until you recalled not only how terribly Goto treated you, but the leaders and the entire village.

Your anger began to rise as you remembered how they all betrayed you, and now you hated everyone. If they saw you as an evil witch, then you would become what they feared.

“No, we’re going to kill them all.”

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Back at your village, the residents set your house on fire to “cleanse” their town from your magic. The leaders had gathered around to celebrate your demise. Goto had stolen a few of your clothes for himself when nobody looked.

There was a scream from someone, and everybody ran to the source to see a large, white bipedal wolf sprinting full speed, with you on its back, before coming to a stop.

“She’s alive?” Goto asked in disbelief. You glared down at the blonde man. Your red cloak billowed behind you in the wind, the color matching your hatred.

“Yes, I’m alive, but you won’t be.” You promised darkly, “Before I enact my revenge, I want everyone to know that your leaders have been offering our people as sacrifices to the beast.”

There was a gasp in the crowd, and you continued, “And the only reason I was accused of witchcraft was not because Goto Imasuji cares about the village, but because I refused to marry him.”

Goto snarled and pointed a finger at you. “She lies! Do not believe this monster!”

You narrowed your eyes coldly at the blonde. “No, Imasuji, the real monster is you.”

“Do you have proof of your accusations against us, witch?” One of the leaders asked accusingly, and this time, Touya spoke up.

“Me, for I am the beast they have been offering sacrifices to.”

Everyone gasped in horror, and Goto raised his spear. “The creature stands before us with the witch! Don’t just stand there, kill them!”

Before he could make the first move, you extended your hand and blue flames shot out, engulfing Imasuji. He screamed in pain as the fire consumed him, until he was reduced to a charred corpse.

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“Touya, I know this is asking a lot from you but I need you to remember the fire you were in.”

The werewolf shifted uncomfortably and you sighed. “I know you don’t want to, but in order for me to use my magic, I need to absorb the memories of the fire. Do you trust me?”

Touya went silent, and you feared he was going to say he didn’t, until he finally spoke.

“Yes, I trust you.”

You smiled reassuringly and placed your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and you felt like you were experiencing what he went through:

The heat from the flames, the gorgeous yet deadly blue color, the smell of smoke, the excruciating feeling of your skin burning-

You pulled away with a gasp as you were brought back to the present. Touya looked distressed, his eyes still tightly closed, so you reached up to gently rub his ears. He immediately relaxed and his chest rumbled, like he was purring.

Releasing his ears, you concentrated all your magic and a small blue flame ignited in your palm.

You extinguished it and Touya knelt down so you could climb on his back. You held on to the fur on his nape as he ran through the woods to your village.

They had no idea what they were in for.

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Your village erupted into screams as everyone, including your leaders ran, terrified that they would suffer the same fate. You jumped from Touya’s back and set a blazing ring of fire surrounding your town so no one could escape.

“You know what to do, Touya.”

With a growl, the werewolf sprinted after anyone who was too slow, and whoever wasn’t mauled by him was burned by you.

Eventually, the chaos went silent, and what was left of your village was ash and dead bodies. Touya stood beside you, his white fur covered in blood

A few children came out of their houses, yawning and rubbing their eyes, to see what all the commotion was. When they saw the corpses, they began to cry and wail in grief.

You felt you heart break with guilt, and Touya looked remorseful, too. As inhuman as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to harm a child.

Quietly, you whispered a fatigue spell, and watched with relief as all the kids lay down to sleep for the final time. At least they would pass peacefully and not have to live the rest of their lives as orphans.

With no one left alive, you summoned a weather incantation and thunder rumbled in the sky as a steady downpour extinguished the fire.

Climbing on Touya’s back again, you both headed back to the forest.

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Touya came to a stop at the tree where you were tied and you jumped off, hugging him again, “Thank you for helping me, Touya.”

“Of course,” he replied, hugging you back, “You deserved justice.”

You knew eventually you and Touya would have to depart again, so you did what you should’ve done years ago.

“Touya, there’s something I have to tell you.”

You felt him tense up before he asked, “Is it good or bad?”

You laughed quietly, “Depends on how you react.”

“Alright, what is it?”

You looked up at him, still keeping your arms wrapped around his waist. “When we were kids, I developed feelings for you. I wanted to tell you, but then you and your family moved away, so I never got the chance to.”

Touya didn’t say anything, and you expected him to pull away from the hug and tell you he didn’t feel the same way. Instead, he looked down at you with wide eyes.

“You… you liked me?”

You smiled and shook your head. “No, Touya, I loved you.”

There was a familiar swishing sound, and you looked behind Touya to see his tail wagging again. “I’m glad you told me because I felt the same way about you, too, y/n.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest from happiness. “You loved me, too?”

Touya smiled and reached a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Knew I did the moment I saw you kick Imasuji in the crotch.”

You let out a watery laugh as your eyes brimmed with happy tears. Standing on your toes, you pressed your lips against his muzzle, catching him by surprise. In return, he leaned down and affectionately licked your cheek, making you giggle.

He pulled back to look at you tenderly, and you felt you core begin to heat up, making you rub your thighs together. “Touya, make love to me.”

Touya raised his eyebrows, “Right here? Right now?”

You nodded, unable to wait any longer. “Yes, I want you, Touya, in every way possible. Please, touch me.”

Upon hearing your plea, something primal awakened in Touya. Not the urge to hunt, but the urge to claim. He gently tilted your head back and lowered himself to lick your neck. You ran your fingers through the fur on his nape in encouragement, and he lightly nipped at your throat with his teeth. He slowly removed your robe and nightgown, letting the garments fall to the ground around your ankles.

When he finally pulled away, your eyes were hazed with want, and you looked even more beautiful to him. He suddenly became self conscious about his appearance, worried that the scars would turn you off, so he spun you around until you were facing the tree.

You looked back over your shoulder to see him get down on his knees, hooking his claws in the waistband of your panties to pull them down. You gasped when his cold, wet nose nudged against your clit. Bracing your arms against the tree, you arched your back.

You heard Touya growl in satisfaction and he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, revealing your pretty pussy to him. Unable to wait any longer, his tongue licked up and down your slit.

You moaned and rested your forehead against the trunk, grinding your hips against Touya’s face from behind. He moved his hands up from the back of your thighs to cup your buttocks, massaging the supple flesh in his palms. He hummed at the taste of your fluids, the vibrations stimulating your inner walls.

Touya felt his cock harden and stick up, leaking precum. Slowly, he pulled away from your folds, a trail of his saliva and your cum connecting to his tongue. You were about to whine about the loss of contact, until you felt him lightly bite your ass cheek, making you yelp. Touya chuckled with your glute still between his teeth, before he let go and licked the bite mark he left. He trailed his tongue up your back as he began to stand up.

He stood to his full height, hands gripping your waist as he pressed his tip into your opening. You whined and he stilled, his mushroom head halfway in.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, y/n.”

You looked up at him from over your shoulder and grinded your ass against his length. “Please, Touya, I want you inside of me. Make me yours.”

That was all he needed to hear. He slowly pushed himself in you, grunting in pleasure at how tight you felt around him. Your mouth dropped open in a loud moan, feeling so stuffed and full. His girth filled your walls, and the long length touched a certain spot inside that made you see stars.

Touya paused, waiting for you to get adjusted to his size before he began to slowly thrust himself in and out. Your feet were dangling off the ground as his large hands encircled your hips. You stretched your arms above your head, nails scratching the bark.

Despite his large size, Touya was careful not to hurt you. Even though his animalistic side wanted to dominate you, he knew you were still human. Your submission was enough to satisfy his inner wolf.

A particular hard thrust caused you to throw your head back and moan, exposing the side of your neck. Unable to control his primal urges, Touya’s fangs elongated and he bit down on the soft flesh. Your eyes rolled upwards at the mix of pleasure and pain.

Touya pulled away, licking the bite mark he left on your neck, then suddenly maneuvered you so you were leaning back against him, his arms under your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as he fucked you in a standing full-nelson.

Sliding his arms up further until the backs of your thighs were resting off his inner elbows, Touya’s hands crept up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. The sensitivity made you mewl, grasping the fur on his neck. You felt like something inside you was going to burst, and you knew you were close.

“T-Touya, I’m-“

You didn’t need to finish your sentence, because Touya brought his long tail around and rubbed your clit with the tip, making you scream in ecstasy as you and Touya both reached your climax together.

Once you both came down from your high, Touya gently lowered you so your feet were touching the ground again but kept his arms wrapped around you, knowing you were too jelly-legged to stand. He then sat down on the grass, pulling you with him so you could sit in his lap.

You snuggled your face into his furry chest, sighing contentedly. Although the night air was chilly, his pelt kept you warm. Something was still gnawing at your mind, so you looked up at your beloved.

“Touya, why didn’t you let me look at you?”

You saw Touya’s jaw tighten, and you worried you may have ruined the mood, but his hand reached up to stroke your hair, tucking a few damp strands behind your ear.

“I thought my scars would make you change your mind about me.”

There was a vulnerability to his voice that ached your heart, and you sat up to straddle him so you both were face to face.

“Touya, your scars don’t disgust me at all. I love all of you, and I hope you can learn to love yourself the way I do.”

Tears began to well up in Touya’s eyes. For years, he wanted his family, especially his father, to look at him, only to be denied that wish. Yet, here you were, looking at all of him with the love and adoration he longed for since he was a child.

You kissed his forehead and gently pushed him down so you were on top of him while he lay beneath you, looking even more ethereal as he stared up at you. You began to grind your pussy against his hard-on.

“Let me make you feel beautiful, Touya.”

Slowly, you sheathed yourself onto his cock. Touya threw back his head and gritted his teeth, hands coming up to grasp your thighs. Once he was fully inside of you again, you began to slowly bounce on his length.

You heard Touya mutter curse words, knowing he felt just as good as you did. He thrusted upwards into you, matching your pace. When he opened his eyes, he saw your breasts bouncing and pulled you down closer so he could lick one of your nipples, making you whimper. His hands traveled down to cup your buttocks in his palms, claws ever so slightly digging into the plush skin. You yelped in surprise when he spanked your ass before massaging the mounds afterwards.

You felt your second orgasm approaching and rubbed your clit against Touya’s pelvis for friction. He pulled you down into a tight embrace, your face buried into his chest as he gave one final thrust, making you both cum at the same time.

Exhausted, you collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside you. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hands ran up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You would’ve fallen asleep in his arms until he asked you:

“Would you like to live with me?”

You perked your head from his chest, staring at him unbelievingly with wide eyes. “Live with you?”

Touya removed one of his hands from your waist so he could scratch the back of his neck, feeling shy. “I don’t have much of a place to live but I could take care of you. I know how to hunt and-“

He was cut off when you kissed his nose, “Of course I want to live with you, I’d love that more than anything.”

You heard Touya’s tail thump against the ground as he wagged it, and he licked your cheek, making you giggle at the sudden affection. He helped you stand and put on your nightgown and robe for you, before getting down on all fours, allowing you to climb on his back.

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Touya ran past the forest until he reached a hot spring waterfall and leapt to the other side, soaking you both wet. You climbed off his back and saw a rocky wall. Just as you were about to ask, Touya moved a large rock covering a hole that led to a cave on the inside.

You stepped in while Touya followed and closed the gap. At first, all you saw was darkness, but then the ceiling and walls began to glow with blue lights. Your jaw dropped in amazement and Touya chuckled.

“Those are glow worms. They’re bioluminescent, which is how they’re able to make their own light.”

He then grabbed your hand and led you down the rest of the cave while you admired the glowing larvae that resembled stars.

You suddenly recalled a fond memory of the time Touya told you about his fascination with the stars, and you’d both lay out at night to stare at the sky while he pointed at every constellation.

You were snapped out of your reminiscing when Touya softly called your name, and you saw his den. One side had a pile of fur and pelts, which you guessed he slept in, and on the other side was another hot spring surrounded by a pool of water. At the end was a keyhole that filtered water from the other side. Thankfully, it was small enough that you knew neither man nor animal would be able to swim through, giving you and Touya privacy.

Although caves were usually cold, the steam from the hot springs kept the air warm, so you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about winter.

You made your way over to his fur pile and sat down, feeling the soft pelts between your fingers. Touya sat down with you, looking shy.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” you replied dreamily, “and I can’t believe I’m going to live here with you.”

Touya sighed in relief and pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hugged him back and giggled when he licked your cheek again.

“I’m happy you’re here with me. I was lonely for so long.” Touya admitted. You kissed his nose and rested your forehead against his.

“You’ll never be lonely again, Touya. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Touya’s tail wagged and he pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a serious expression. “Y/n, will you be my mate?”

You blinked in surprise, and Touya worried he may have rushed things, until you straddled his lap, smiling at him.

“Yes, Touya, I will be your mate.”

You watched as Touya’s pupils dilated and he leaned down again to lick your neck. You tilted your head back in submission, and he began to remove your garments again. He gently pushed you down onto the furs once you were naked and hovered above you.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Placing your legs over his shoulders, Touya slowly entered inside you again, and you arched your back off the pelts, moaning as he filled you. He grabbed your wrists, holding your arms above your head as he began to thrust in and out.

This was different from the first time he took you. This felt more intimate now that he was allowing you to look at him.

Touya lowered his head to lick your nipples, making you whimper in pleasure. His pace sped up, the sound of his cock hitting your wet pussy drowned out by his grunts and your moans that echoed all around the cave.

Sensing that you were close, Touya brought his free hand down to rub your clit with his paw pad, your vision going white as you came all over his fingers and cock. Touya’s chest rumbled as he spilled his seed inside you and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.

Slowly, he pulled out and picked you up in his arms, carrying you to the hot spring pool to clean yourselves. The water was warm, and you leaned against Touya as he washed you down with a sponge.

When you both were cleansed, he carried you back to the fur pile and laid down, resting you on top of his chest. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Touya spoke again.

“The sun is coming up, I’m shifting back into my human form.”

You lifted your head and watched as the fur on his body receded, though the scars remained. His ears shrunk to normal size, his muzzle shrinking inwards to form a normal nose and mouth, and lying before you was a human man with familiar white hair and blue eyes.

“Aw, I’m gonna miss your tail wagging.” You teased.

Touya softly laughed and brushed a wet strand of hair behind your ear. “This won’t be the last time you see it.”

You smiled and finally got to kiss his lips before laying your head on his chest. “I’ll have the rest of my life to see you in both forms.”

Touya kissed the top of your head. “Forever.”

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mhaxwishxgranter · 1 year

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For Anonymous

Who asked: If it's OK, can you make a Shoto x Reader story of us meeting his family for the first time?

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POV: Third Person

Characters: Shoto Todoroki, black!fem!reader, Natsuo Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 260

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The usually quiet and tense yet calm atmosphere of the todoroki household was filled with the warm laughter of three people.

Natsuo's laughter was the loudest out of everyone.

"It's not that funny, Natsuo." Came the normal deadpan reply from Shoto, but those who knew him well could hear the embarrassment that was in his voice.

And the three people he was currently with, most definitely knew him well.

"You have to admit, Shoto." Y/N's own laughter had finally died down enough where she could speak. "It is a little funny."

Y/N had just recounted how exactly she and Shoto had met.

It hadn't been one of his finer moments.

Shoto's lips twitched up into a rare smile.

"Ah, there's a smile!" Y/N was grinning, her expression was full of warmth and joy, something that was easily reflected in her eyes. Shoto couldn't look away, even if he wanted to.

And Y/N was obviously the same, as her grin had now transformed into a loving smile.

Click!

The undeniable sound of a photo being taken was what broke the young couple's concentration of each other, and their gazes landed on Fuyumi.

"You two are so cute!" She cooed. "I can't wait to show mom during our next visit!"

"Fuyumi no."

"Fuyumi yes!"

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sugolara · 9 months

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𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤: 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Two months ago: Two months after the outbreak

Shoto wondered what his friends were up to or if they were even alive at this point. He didn't get the chance to say hello or goodbye to them as his family packed clothes, family pictures, and food into the limousine that his dad had ordered.

Because his dad was a person of high status he was informed about the outbreak before it even started and had people coming to get his family to a sanctuary in Rhote. Shoto didn’t get the chance to go to school that day, he also didn’t get the chance to text his friends as the commander had ordered his father that no electronics were allowed except for Enji.

He remembered the driver picking his mom up from the facility. She looked concerned as she was ushered into the car and his oldest sister, Fuyumi calming his mother down and explaining what she only knew.

None of the Todoroki family except for Enji knew what was going on. Rei cried silently as she was a bit scared while Fuyumi tried to calm her down. Natsuo pestered his father to explain what was happening while Touya couldn’t care less and looked out the window.

Shoto also questioned his father as he was mad that he wasn’t being told anything. After an hour or so, they all quieted down and waited until they reached their designated area.

As two more hours passed by they finally reached the city; Rhote. The family, besides Enji, were ushered into the sanctuary as soldiers moved them into their room. Shoto noticed that only a few families were around.

He also noticed that those families were also of high status. He began to grow suspicious as there were a lot of soldiers guarding each door and the other family cried. Their father talked with Enji and the commander in charge.

The Todoroki family settled in their room and waited for Enji to return. When he did, he explained everything about how there would be a deadly outbreak as an experience and that the facility in charge wanted the people of high status to be secure.

Natsuo, frightened and alarmed, argued with his father saying how it wasn’t right and that they'll be innocent people dying. Shoto argued as well but gave up when Enji wouldn’t listen. Fuyumi cried as Rei sobbed harder. Touya on the other hand, didn’t seem to care which made Natsuo mad and another argument started.

Enji calmed them down saying that he didn't know the outbreak was deadly until the limousine came for them. He did mention that the facility was planning a harmless outbreak and he hadn’t agreed to that but the facility didn’t listen as the government had already ordered it.

The first time he saw a rotter, he was terrified. Its cloudy eyes and ripped skin stared at him before a soldier took it out.

He wasn’t supposed to be outside, but his brother Touya was wandering around and Shoto followed him as he was bored from being trapped inside the sanctuary. He’s talked to the other family but after a while it didn’t feel the same as everyone was on edge and paranoid.

A few fights broke out as people fought over food and argued for simple things. He watched from afar as Enji and Natsuo would break the fights while Touya cheered them on to continue fighting as that was the only sort of entertainment.

He would also watch as Enji would scold Touya and yell at him as the black-haired male rolled his eyes and walked away. Eventually, Shoto would follow behind as his brother always knew secret spots and where one shouldn’t be.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Touya, Shoto wouldn’t have found the warehouse and a map that led to another safehouse. He asked his older brother how he always found these secret areas to which the brother replied, “Their big mouths couldn't keep quiet even if they wanted to.”

That was two months ago, and everyday Shoto wondered if his friends were alright from the flesh eating monsters. He would hope and mentally prayed that they were alright and would soon see each other.

As their family ate and chatted a bit, they were alarmed when they heard soldiers arguing and a loud explosion causing the sanctuary to shake. They all got on their feets and headed out their room to ask what was going on.

As Enji and another father ran to the soldiers having trouble keeping the doors closed, Shoto turned around and noticed a cracked wall. He nudged Natsuo but before he could tell him, another explosion was set which caused the wall to crumble and fall on top of a family.

The explosion caused his and the other family to lose their balance. Their heads whipped when they heard gunshots coming from the broken wall.

With wide eyes, everyone scrambled to find safety as a bandit had slashed a father with his machete leaving the decapitated head fall to the floor. A few soldiers tried fighting back but the criminals had more and stronger weapons.

Shoto then noticed behind the criminals, a few rotters making their way inside and eating anyone nearby. He was then shoved upwards as Touya held his arm to keep him running away from the danger. “C’mon little bro, we need to get the fuck out of here!”

“What about mom and the rest!?” Shoto questioned as he searched for his family.

Touya huffed as he shoved people out the way, “I don’t know, I lost them. Everyone's running like damn hens and you’re the only one I found. So, for now it’s just us!”

“Wait!” Shoto said as he yanked his hand back and frantically searched around, “We can’t just leave them behind!”

“Listen!” Touya grabbed his brothers shoulders, “If we don’t get out we’ll fucking die! We’ll come back to look for them so for now listen to me!”

“Touya! Shoto!” Their heads whipped to see Enji holding an M16 and shooting at people, “Get out of here and be safe! Don't come back, do you hear m–”

Their eyes widened as they saw their father getting shot multiple times. Hurriedly, Touya shoved Shoto forward but they were both shoved to the ground as people trampled over them. He grunted as people stepped on his hand and when he got up, his heart dropped.

Ahead, he saw a rotter biting Natsuo’s arm as tried to defend his bloody sister Fuyumi as she cradled a bloody Rei. He took a step forward to run, but he was once again pulled back by Touya as they both ran towards safety, “Don’t look!”

Gulping down a bile of vomit, Shoto peered back once more as a dozen rotters trampled and feasted on the rest of his family.

Making it outside, Shoto felt his grip loosen from Touya as he was hit on the back of his head by a rifle. He fell to the floor and grunted as he was being hit repeatedly while Touya tried shoving the bandits away, “Get the fuck away!”

But his words and shoves were meaningless as the bandits gripped a resisting Touya and carried him to a truck. Touya watched as the men laughed and stopped kicking Shoto, leaving him grunting and holding his stomach.

“Shoto!” Touya yelled as he was held down in the back of the truck. His heart dropped when he heard the engine roaring and beginning to move. He realized that he was being taken and his little brother was being left behind.

Touya couldn’t do anything as he yelled his brother's name and watched as Shoto tried to get up and run after him.

But as the car drove, Shoto could only see it getting further and further away and his brothers yells getting fainter. Shoto grunted in pain as a few tears brimmed his eyes, the last remaining of his family was gone as the car was no longer in view.

Gasping, Shoto fell on his knees, a few tears dripping to the ground. He sniffled as his eyes caught something next to him. Grabbing the map, Shoto realized that the map led to a warehouse and to a safehouse.

Standing up, he looked around and noticed that most people were dead or were being eaten. So with nothing but a map, he got into a nearby car and drove to the warehouse where he cleaned his wounds and changed into something better.

As another two months went by, he was surprised and relieved to see his friends and another girl safe. This time, he won’t let his family disappear.

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eris-snow · 8 months

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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

Tags: 7 reasons why I love you, shoto x fem!reader, angst, fluff

Shoto remembers how your eyes looked. They were the absolute window to your soul.

The both of you met in the winter.

Shoto remembers everything and truly, he doesn’t think he’ll forget.

He remembers everything down to the smallest details.

How the snowflakes danced around outside as frost crept along his window sills.

How the tulips arranged on the table looked so beautiful beside you.

His family had held a ball in the ballroom of his castle.

Frankly, he hadn’t wanted to be there. The clothes were stuffy, and it felt like he could barely move in it due to how stiff the layers of fabric felt.

He never wanted the life ahead of him. It was common knowledge that he was the crowned prince, heir to the throne in no less than a month. His father was a traditional man, and he refused to let his sister wear the crown as a female. With Natsuo’s easy-going but troublemaker personality, Enji had turned to his youngest after Toya fled the palace.

How Shoto wished he could do the same.

Shoto nodded along with a pained smile as another princess came up to him with a heavy blush across her cheeks. They were all the same, Shoto realised. His father’s gaze was scorching on his back, so he smiled and kept up the act as her parents introduced her to him.

Pretty, perfect princesses that wanted his hand in marriage. Because of what? His title? His looks? His connections?

He was struggling to keep his eyes open—god, his feet hurt—trying to be polite and excuse himself, but her parents didn’t care one bit. They just kept on talking, completely ignorant of his lack of interest.

Shoto’s eyes wandered, and together with that, his mind…

And that was where he first saw you, standing there in that red dress.

The first thing that caught his attention was your eyes. They sparkled with mischief as you examined the table tucked at the side of the room, where a variety of fruit was laid out enticingly for the picking. You hook your fan around your wrist, grab a plate and load it with the snack, turning around with a sigh of relief.

Shoto could relate. He was starting to get hungry too.

Next thing he knew, he’d been staring at you way longer than he intended. Your gaze caught his own, and for a moment, time slowed down. The world narrowed down to the two of you, and it took his breath away because, wow, those eyes were ones he had never seen before.

He was so used to everyone around him keeping their guard up, hiding behind cold facades or honey-sweet words. That was how this world is supposed to work.

But you…

Your eyes were crystal clear, genuine and brave. Like you had nothing to hide.

You held his gaze for a second longer, and your lips curled up into a dazzling grin as you bowed your head ever so slightly at him.

With a blink of an eye, you disappeared, leaving him dazed as he found himself looking back at the princess in front of him. She was still blushing softly with a pink hue on her cheeks, oblivious to his drifting eyes.

He didn’t hear a word her parents said.

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Shoto found you in the crowd once more when he gave the ball’s closing speech. Good practice, his father had insisted, before shoving him on the platform for all to see. “On behalf of the Todoroki family, I would like to thank everyone for coming here,” He said, fumbling for words. “I hope you enjoyed the ball—” His eyes shifted again, and they found you.

You had a fan over your face, but Shoto could still see your eyes.

And your eyes were the only ones that looked like that in this setting. He was speaking, but he’s no longer processing, fixated on you because he found it strange. How could you be so true to your feelings at an event like this?

You noticed his gaze and paused, as if deliberating. That was when you flipped your fan around, showing the back of it to him. Fluttering it slowly, you wait for him to finish his speech before closing it and bringing it to your lips with a curious look in your eyes.

Shoto’s orbs widened a fraction.

In the world of the higher class, fans could be used to send signals. This was something Shoto had no choice but to learn. Fans were used to say things that couldn’t be said or things that were too embarrassing to be said out loud.

You’d just used your fan.

You’d just sent him a signal.

Shoto bit his lip, digging into the recesses of his mind to pull out his tutor’s words. The memory was hazy (It hadn’t really interested him, after all), but still legible enough for him to make out the words.

Come over and talk to me.

Meet me outside.

A tingle of excitement ran down Shoto’s spine, the first rush of emotion he felt in a long time.

You’re a peculiar person, and he doesn’t even know your name, but Shoto can already tell 2 things as he’s racing to meet you out on the balcony the moment he can.

He likes you, and he likes you a lot.

Your eyes were the windows to your soul, and Shoto found it very beautiful.

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sweetbbyshion · 10 months

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wondering why (chapter 1)

-> Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Fem!Reader

Summary: "How can I hit rewind so I could find a single reason why you would leave with no goodbye"

Touya walked into your life with no warning and settled himself in your heart. But how do you expect to build a relationship based on lies and betrayals?

warnings: mentions of abuse, blood and wound descriptions, mentions of alcohol, don't invite strangers into your home please

masterlist -> next chapter

Touya Todoroki was dead.

That's what Dabi repeated to himself every day in front of the broken mirror of his shitty bathroom. He went through hell and back in his old house and even years after he felt like he never left. The memory of his dad’s screams would wake him up in the middle of the night, ready to set the room on fire to protect himself from the man that was about to beat him up in his dream. Dabi felt pathetic whenever it happened. He wasn't a little kid anymore and Endeavor couldn't hurt him now but the nightmares never left him alone.

Dabi walked every day on this Earth on the verge of death. Heroes were always trying to get him, the League couldn't be trusted and even his own body wanted to destroy him. The embarrassing amount of times Dabi laid half dead in a dirty alley, crying because he felt like he was burning inside out, were too many to count.

His reflexion stares back at him, dry blood on his cheeks and he knows he would have dark circles under his eyes if his face wasn't all fucked up. His left side, just below his ribs, hurts and Dabi knows he should get some medical attention. Maybe the League should try to get someone with a medical quirk to work with them. He wonders if they could fix his burns. He asks himself if it was possible for him to live a normal life once again if his burns got healed totally.

A harsh knock on the door gets Dabi’s attention. Twice’s voice is heard outside the room, letting him know Shigaraki is waiting. Dabi is quick to clean his face before leaving. It hurts when he walks but he ignores the pain when he steps into the room, leaning against a wall to hear Shigaraki speak. It's a boring meeting and Dabi only hears that he has to kill somebody. He tried to make someone else go, “I have shit to do”, but he doesn't have much luck, Shigaraki is set on forcing Dabi to go.

So Dabi tries not to think about pain as he walks through the shadows, carefully following his target. It's dark, his hoodie doesn't do much to stop him from getting wet because of the rain and his left side still hurts. A sharp pain hits him and Dabi has to lean on the wall, holding his side as he bites his lip as hard as he can to not let out a noise. When he looks back up, his target is gone. He resists the urge to punch the wall he's leaning on and takes a deep breath, hissing when his side throbs. He isn’t in the mood to deal with Shigaraki right now so Dabi sits on the floor, head leaning back against the wall as his hand grabs his side. These were the times Dabi would think that maybe everything would be easier if he just got caught. There was no way the heroes would kill him, they are not like that, but would the torture he would have to endure worse than the life he is living right now? Is there much difference? At the end of the day, he is tired of running. But even if he regrets most of his life decisions, he doesn't regret escaping that hell. Even though he had to leave his siblings behind.

God, he wonders how they are doing. He wasn't strong enough to check on them after he left. He knows Shoto was studying to be a hero, he had the opportunity to see him when the League kidnapped one of his classmates. It was notorious how strong his younger brother had become. The burn mark around his eye got Dabi worried, he can only pray that Endeavor didn't do it. Besides that day, he never saw Shoto again. Or Natsuo and Fuyumi. He hopes that Natsuo isn’t still mourning him, that Fuyumi followed her dreams without anything holding her back. They were good kids, they certainly didn't deserve to live with Endeavor. Dabi really wants them to escape one day, like he did.

Dabi closes his eyes, feeling the cold rain cool his skin. Maybe everything will end today. It is hard to live so many years in pain, skin itching every moment of the day and his brain so fucked up to the point where Dabi doubts he could live a normal life. Despite everything, he isn't sure if he wants to die like this - alone in the rain, without someone holding his hand. He always knew love was too much for him but, somehow, he always thinks about it whenever he is close to dying. He doesn't expect someone to fall for him, not when he looks the way he does, not after all the shit he did and all the mental baggage he carries. Dabi doesn't deserve love or anything related to it but he can still dream about it; about a true love that would look past all of his flaws; about a warm touch holding him at night after another harsh nightmare; about someone who would listen and comfort him while he cries over his dad, his wounds, his choices. But no matter how much Dabi wants someone to love, he is still a villain. He doesn't deserve it.

“Are you ok?!” a gasp is heard and suddenly the rain isn't hitting him anymore. He opens his eyes and stares up. Dabi never believed in the afterlife, even if it didn't exist he would be still going to hell, but right now you look like an angel, holding a white umbrella that you moved to protect him from the rain. “I’m calling an ambulance.” You kneel beside him, clumsily trying to dial the number and hold the umbrella. Dabi quickly reaches for your wrist to stop you. “You can't call an ambulance. I can't be seen like this.” You look at him confused and try to convince him that going to the hospital would be better. “You have to promise me that you won't call for an ambulance.”

For some unknown reason, Dabi hates the sad look on your face. He almost tells you to call the damn ambulance just so that look goes away but he's interrupted by your hands grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up. Your hands are warm despite the cold, Dabi wants to pull you closer to feel more. “Come on. I live nearby.”. Dabi would laugh if it wasn't for the sharp pain on his side. Were you stupid? Must be if you're inviting a random stranger into your home. Still, Dabi lets himself get pulled up and you drop one of his arms around your shoulders. The white umbrella is forgotten on the floor as you take small steps, trying not to fall with the weight of the man on top of you. Dabi noticed how you got closer to him, perhaps trying to get a bit of his body heat because of the sheer cold and constant rain falling. Surprisingly, even for him, Dabi lets you (and if he makes his body temperature just a bit higher, that's for only him to know.).

“I could be a villain, you know?” he hinted. He wants to scream at you to get away, he can hurt you. You simply laugh, completely carefree as you keep leading him to your home.

As you mentioned before, your apartment really isn't that far away. You're on the first floor which makes things a lot easier, not having to carry Dabi for longer. He leans against a wall to let you unlock the door and quickly you're back to his side to help him. You make him sit on the couch, totally ignoring the fact that his blood will ruin it. He watches closely as you go back to lock the door and then sit next to him. Dabi barely registers your voice telling him to take off his shirt so you can see the wound. Surprisingly, even for him, he does what you told him but he regrets the moment your eyes widen at the sight of the dark purple wound on his side, visible even through his burn marks. Your fingertips touch it, so softly that he barely notices it.

“I don't know what to do.” you murmur, your eyes never leaving the wound with your fingers still caressing it like you want to take away the pain like that.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“I couldn't let you stay there. What if you died?” you say, pulling back your hand. Dabi holds himself back not to grab your wrist and bring your hand to his body again.

“So you would rather I die here?” Dabi doesn't like the feeling he gets when you look up and your eyes are shining with unshed tears. Your lower lip trembles a bit and you reach for the phone in your pocket. He sees you type ‘how to treat bruises’ on google and he has to hold back a laugh. “I can just call my… friends and they’ll pick me up.” You look up from your phone, those tears still in your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment. You pass him your phone without any signs of reluctance and walk to the kitchen to give him some space.

Hesitantly, Dabi calls Shigaraki and, in a low voice, admits to his boss what happened and where he is right now. He finds himself borderline begging Shigaraki to not do anything to you, after all it didn't seem like you recognized him. Either way, they couldn't risk it anymore and someone aside from the main group was assigned to pick him up from the house. Dabi regrets giving your address as soon as he hangs up but he makes sure to let Shigaraki know that you should be left alone as soon as he sees him. Your head peeks to know if he is done and when you see the phone next to him on the couch, you make your way over holding a tray with sandwiches and a cup of water. You place it on the table in front of him and tell him to eat something before leaving.

“What's your quirk?” he asks curiously as he takes a bite of the sandwich.

You go back to playing with your hands and looking away as you reply “I don't have one.” Dabi almost chokes on the food going down his throat, eyes wide when he looks at you. He thought that maybe you had a strong quirk, that was the only reason you would bring a stranger into your safe place. But now, he is sure that you're really stupid if you brought him here without even having a quirk. “What's… what's yours?”

“Blue flames,” he mutters.

“Woahhhh.” you breathe out. “That's such a strong quirk. Are you a pro-hero?”

This time Dabi really laughs, ignoring the pain on his side. A pro-hero, sure. “You could say that.” He jokes. To be fair, he was doing everyone a favor so he might as well be considered a hero. You stare intensely at him and for a second Dabi thinks you might have recognized him. But, as he pays more attention, he realizes that your eyes are kind and soft. It's more or less like you're memorizing his face, making sure you get everything. He looks at you with the same intensity, Dabi thinks he doesn't want to forget about you either, for some odd reason. You're about to say something more when a knock on the door catches both of your attentions. Dabi quickly gets up, he doesn't want you meeting anyone else from the League. “Hey.” he calls out for you, hand on the doorknob. “Thank you.”

With those final words, Dabi leaves through the door. As he walks to the car with one of the League's villains, he wishes he could see you again. It's probably impossible and dangerous. You were so nice to him that he can't imagine what he would do to himself if you got hurt because of him. But months pass before he sees you again.

The next time you see the man happens five months after the first encounter.

You figured that he would look for you once he got better, there was a connection there that you thought he felt too but apparently you were wrong. You know it was dangerous to let a stranger inside your house but you felt something. Your gut was telling you (more like screaming) that you could trust him.

Even though you missed him, for some strange reason, you didn't try to look for him either. How could you when you didn't even know his name. You caught yourself passing by the alley multiple times, in hope that you would find him again but that wasn't successful. Then, you pondered about asking your friends but there was always something holding you back. So you chose to stay still and continue to live your life, in hopes that you would see the dark haired man once again.

Your routine was the same as always. Wake up, go to university, study, go back home, sleep. Sometimes you would break the monotonous routine just to hang out with a couple of friends but most of the times, you just wanted to go home, lay in bed and spend the rest of the day wondering what went wrong in your life that made you unable to have enough social battery to hang out with people that genuinely like you. A part of you screamed that maybe you were hoping that the man would go back to your house and you wanted to be there to see him. You feel as if you live everyday waiting to see the man that made your life a bit more interesting.

The meeting happens out of nowhere. It's a late Tuesday afternoon, the sun is setting in the horizon and you're walking to a nearby café to meet up with a couple of friends before going out for dinner with them. Your eyes are set on your phone as you quickly text the group chat that you're almost there. Before you are even able to send the text, a hand covers your mouth and pulls you to the familiar alley. You try to scream for help, squirming in their embrace but to no avail. Before you can start punching the person that decided to kidnap you, they turned you around swiftly. The scream dies in your throat when you see the recognizable blue eyes. He lets you go with a chuckle, watching you stutter a few words and in a mental fight with yourself to decide whether or not you should hug him.

“Your name!” You blur out, making you want to hit yourself. “What's… your name?”

The man stays quiet for a bit, you can't read his expression but you wait patiently for an answer. “Touya.”

Touya. The pretty man you met finally has a name. Touya. You catch yourself repeating the name in a murmur, hearing how it rolls off your tongue. You tell him your name and he does the same. You never liked someone saying your name as much as you liked Touya saying your name. You want to keep hearing it, you want to hear his voice, even if it's just random thoughts that come to his mind; you never want him to shut up.

“How's your wound?” You decide to ask before you say something you shouldn't say out loud. Touya simply grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls up, just enough to show you the area where the nasty bruise was. It's totally healed, as you expected to be after five months. He doesn't keep his shirt up for long but it's long enough for your heart to skip a beat at the sight of the naked skin and short enough to not let you reach out and touch him like you did back at your house. You look back at him, observing the blue eyes that pull you in every time you look at them. It always feels like he can see all of your secrets but you don't look away, ever. You let yourself be the most vulnerable you have ever been whenever he looks at you like that.

Your phone ringing drags you out of your moment with Touya. One of your friends is calling and you see that you're already late to meet them. You wish you were selfish enough to cancel on them just so you could talk to Touya a bit more, but you can't be that person. You look at the man standing in front of you with an apologetic smile. “I have to go.” you whisper, if you said it too loud it would make it too real and you don't want to think about leaving Touya after seeing him again after months.

He nods, understanding and places his hand on your head ruffling your hair a bit. “Don't look so sad. How about I pass by your house tomorrow night?”

You're certain that your eyes shine with excitement as you nod repeatedly. “I’ll be waiting for you.” You say, again denying a call from your friends as you send a quick text saying you're almost there. “See you, Touya.” He waves as you start running to the café. Your hair is a mess and you're out of breath the moment you meet your friends but you couldn't feel happier, your heart beating so fast to the thought of Touya going to your house tomorrow. Your friends question you but you don't answer, just letting them know something unexpected happened and it took you longer to get there. They eventually let it go as the night passed by but you couldn't stop thinking about Touya.

Time was taking too long to pass, you wanted it to skip to tomorrow night just so you could see Touya again. Maybe it would be a good idea if you asked him for his number.

The night passes slowly, you barely pay attention to the conversations as you keep reminding Touya’s touch. You still felt a tingling sensation on your body from when he grabbed you. Were you in love after meeting him merely two times? You couldn't be, right? You only just learned his name but you have never felt so interested in someone like you were interested in Touya. There was something about the man that kept pulling you in, that made you want to learn more about him. For some reason, something inside you kept telling you he was hiding something but you chose to ignore it. If you tried to look into it too much, you would certainly ruin the image you have of Touya and it would all stop feeling like a fairytale. Your heart aches at the thought.

Your friends invite you to go to a club after. You try to come up with an excuse but they can be persuasive. At the end, you accept the request but you tell them you won't be staying long. Luckily, the club isn't that far away from your house either so you let yourself drown a couple of drinks with your friends, letting your body loose on the dance floor. Nonetheless, you kept looking around the room in hope that you would see Touya.

Maybe if your life was a movie, he would, coincidentally, show up at the club. You would dance together, his hands holding your waist as he keeps saying he can't dance. You would throw your arms around his shoulders, getting a little bit of confidence due to the alcohol, and swing him from side to side so he’s dancing with you. That would make Touya laugh, so carefree and beautiful that it would leave you hypnotized. At the end of night, he would start blaming your actions on the alcohol and would make it his responsibility to take you home and make sure you got there safe. You would be sobered up by the time you're almost home. Touya would notice you're cold and he would lend you his jacket, then throw his arm around you to bring you close. You wouldn't kiss him when you got home but you would peck his cheek and watch him blush as you close your door. But, obviously, that won't happen because by the time you decide to leave, around four in the morning, Touya is nowhere to be seen and you're left walking back home alone, in the cold night.

You struggle to unlock the door, your hands shaking just like your whole body. You fumble a bit with the keys until you finally hear the click signaling the door is unlocked. You push it open and get in, discarding your shoes as you lock the door behind you. If it was any other occasion, you would simply change clothes and go to bed but you can't afford getting sick when Touya is visiting tomorrow. So you push yourself to take a warm shower and drink some tea before putting on the warmest pajamas you own and hide under the covers, not letting any cold in. You fall asleep like you spent the whole night - thinking about Touya and the few moments you shared with him. You fall asleep creating all kinds of scenarios for the next day, what you can say or do and how to react depending on what Touya will say or do. You were excited yet terrified because of how fast you were falling for this guy you barely knew; even more scared that it wouldn't be reciprocated.

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amive2567 · 1 year

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Ingredients: Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

Contains: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, pregnancy, no read on, Todoroki went missing, a really bad hospitalxizuku pun

Words: 3188

A/n: Well I actualy wanted to upload this earlier, but my tablet tumblr app said no. But now I am home and can finally upload it :)

The door of the pub opened with an inviting chime and the atmosphere almost made you feel at home. Brown wood lined the room and comfortable warm light made the pub look like a winter hut in the wilderness, even though the pub was in the middle of Musutafu. Saturday Night was the usual hero night, all heroes would get drinks for half of the price, so there is no wonder all heroes would gather here to celebrate the weekend. Crime never sleeps, but the heroes here just wanted to commemorate. "Over here, Y/n." shouted the deep voice of Natsuo Todoroki. He waved like a madman so you could see him in the crowd, even though his white hair and his height made him already really visible. You waved back at him. The little room was filled with chatter as if no one in there was fighting for their lives to protect the country. You sometimes wondered how they could always be so cheery and kind. Never in your whole life had you imagined becoming a hero. That's why sticking to your "normal" job was just as right. "Hey guys." you greeted them shyly. "We missed you. How have you been? It must have been a handful, planning the Christmas get-together and also caring for your grandmother."Natsuo's wife Akemi greeted you. "It's alright. We could finally manage to develop a good care system for her. She is doing great now, and she finally eats and drinks enough." You remember your grandmother finally being able to return to her home. "It was hard for her after grandpa died, but now she is doing better. We could finally let her live on her own." Akemi clapped in her hands and cheered. "That is lovely. Where is Shoto by the way?" "Kachan, Ochako and he got sent on a mission on I-Island. Some villains stole the security terminal and they needed to keep the people safe until the system was repaired," explained Izuku, who hasn't spoken a word to you until now. "How have your holidays been?" you asked the green-haired hero. "It was wonderful. Ochako always wanted to go to Hawaii. Since it was a surprise, she cried as we landed in Hawaii." He illustrated with a huge grin. You returned his smile. "She must have told everyone by now, don't you think? The holiday has done her well." "Yeah, so well she is throwing herself into danger again, but she is still a hero at heart so I can't complain," Izuku mumbled and shook his head. Natsuo laughed. "You're a hero too, Deku. A sometimes reckless one I have to say." "And? I am perfectly capable of keeping myself safe." Now Natsuo had to laugh so hard he almost cried. His head was red by now. "Shoto told me if you hadn't married Ochako you would have married a hospital bed." By now no one could stop laughing and even Izuku had to laugh out loud. After everyone calmed down Akemi asked you a question."Do you know when Shoto comes home? It's almost Christmas and since we could finally manage Rei coming home and Endeavour moving out, we wanted to celebrate a huge Christmas party together." "He should be home by tomorrow morning. He said they are leaving tonight. Even if he had to stay there he would come home just for Rei." you smiled. "When are you going to celebrate on Christmas eve or the day after?" "On Christmas Eve, but when he comes home later we will wait for him of course," stated Natsuo as he hugged his wife. There was a comfortable silence until Izuku noticed something in shock. "Oh no, I am so so sorry." Izuku started to bow frantically and everyone wondered what was up. "Izuku stop it. What is the problem?" you said with panic lingering in your voice. "I forgot to ask you what you want to drink." "You don't need to worry.Everything is alright. I will just take some water." Izuku stopped bowing and apologized for it and went off to get some water for you. "Have you already bought Christmas gifts? We only have three days left and slowly I am getting stressed.

Shoto said he just wanted to spend some time with his family. We can arrange that right?" you started a conversation again. "Of course. Mom would be over the moon if he visited us more. We only got him a pair of new ties since he only got one or so." Natsuo chuckled.

You talked for hours and since the others drank alcohol, which aided in keeping the conversation going. But the conversation soon came to an end when Natsuo's phone started to ring. "It's Fuyumi," he said and turned away from your group. Akemi and Izuku continued talking, but something inside you told you something happened. You watched the expression on Natsuo's face change from cheery and bright to worried and nervous. He shortly ended the call and almost sprinted back to you. The knot inside of your stomach twisted. "We need to come home. Fuyumi said the jet of the heroes crashed. Shoto is still missing. The heroes went already searching for him." You didn't know how to feel or what to think. Blood started orbiting inside of your ears, it was so loud you couldn't hear the talking of the other guests, neither the clinking of the glass nor the bombardment of questions from Akemi. Your body was frozen and all you wanted was to cry. You experienced a chill as though a bucket of ice had been dumped over your head. Your mind replayed every horrible scenario imaginably. The image of Akemi, who was attempting to calm you down, was hazy. She talked with the other two and Natsuo carried you out of the pub.

Everyone was probably sober after the horrific news. He was the son of the former number one hero and since Dabis revealed everyone knew about him and his family, maybe some crazy villain captured him to gain the attention of the nowadays number one hero. Akemi held your hand the whole ride, but you couldn't feel the touch. Everything felt so surreal. The panic attack was coming closer and closer. Your stomach felt twisted and you started gagging. "Hold the car," screamed Akemi, it almost sounded like you were underwater. Natsuo parked erratically. Automatically you opened the door and puked on the parking lot. Your eyes were filled with tears, and you were already trembling. You've already lost control of your head as well as your body. Akemi closed the door and Natsuo continued driving. "It's all right. Shoto is going to be saved. He most likely went off to find the villain who attacked the plane. He'll be fine; you know him; he goes to great lengths to save people. Perhaps he is saving a child or a cat." Akemi hugged you tightly, but nothing helped. You were still trapped inside your mind. Your body is trembling, and breathing is difficult. The whole drive to the Todoroki Abode was a blur. Your vision was clouded by tears and worry. The ringing in your ears continued. "We are there," whispered Akemi in your ear. The car came to an abrupt stop with a loud screech, and everyone got out except for you. Natsuo carried you inside after opening the door next to you.

The entrance was dark, and it appeared that Rei was not present, but she quickly ran towards you after you entered. "There you are." she almost shouted. "Have you heard anything recently? Nothing has been reported in the news." her voice was shaking, but her complexion was unreadable. Natsuo set you back on the ground as Izuku got rid of your shoes. Your knees were weak, and you were proud of yourself for being able to stand on your own. Rei immediately hugged you and helped you into the living room. "How long has she been like this?" she whispered as if she was afraid that you could hear her. "Since Fuyumi called. Where is Fuyumi ?" Natsuo asked and looked around. "She is in the kitchen. Stress baking like always."

"Oh damn no no no…." As if Fuyumi was summoned, her desperate screams echoed in the huge house. You sat on the ground staring into the black screen of the TV. "He is not dead is he?" you whispered still in shock and as if a switch got turned everyone went quiet. Even Fuyumi stopped her baking and went back into the living room. "Of course not, he will come home. Safe and sound my dear." guaranteed Rei. "I will call him and the other heroes, maybe someone knows something," said Izuku, weirdly calm. "Maybe we should watch the news to keep track of things," suggested Akemi. Fuyumi put it on the news channel in mere seconds. Meanwhile, Rei hugged you tightly and mumbled comforting words to you, even though you weren't sure if they were for you or herself. But to be honest, you couldn't care less, everyone was on edge and anxious. You as his wife should be able to know that he will be safe, he always was, but something today didn't feel right. You were used to him being gone for days, weeks, or even months saving people, but the prospect of him being kidnapped by villains out to harm him made your anxious brain go crazy.

"The heroes of the safety mission on I-Island should be coming home today, but since a villain attacked the Embraer Legacy 600. Because of this, the plane crashed into the woodlands of Aokigahara. Luckily almost every hero on board survived. Gravity, Dynamight, and Scanner. Sad news occurred shortly after the crash. Shoto Todoroki, the son of the former number 1 hero, is not to be found. The search party is on their way, but nobody has seen him for 5 hours. We hope for the best and update you after the advertisement." The lady in the news pronounced every word with such boredom you wanted to rip her throat out. "Washing machines live longer with Calgon…" the jingle of the ad was already far away from your mind to notice. "I can't reach anyone. No one is answering," said Izuku frantically and tried to dial the number of Uraraka again. "Of course, no one is answering they are searching. Let them search for him." Rei's posture was tense, and you could see her trembling even though she was acting. Tears were now running down your cheeks. "Will he make it?" you asked anxiously. Your trembling got worse and you couldn't sit still for the love of God. Fuyumi laid a blanket over your shivering body, but it couldn't ease the anxiety and worry inside of your chest. The ads were over and the news lady continued her talk. "Shoto Todoroki is known for his volunteering at multiple honorary posts. He raised more than 14 billion yen for charity with his wife Y/N Todoroki…." the talking of mundane facts calmed you down. "Here have some tea Y/n." Fuyumi put down a cup in front of you, but you were only focused on the Tv. "Could someone please turn off this nonsense? These strange facts are well-known to us all. Why are they talking about him like that, he's not even dead for fucks sake!" exclaimed Natsuo. You flinched a bit. Fuyumi grabbed the control but Rei stopped her. ". Simply turn down the volume. It makes her feel a bit better." She still hugged you. Tears were still running down your cheeks, but you still felt like you were swimming inside an ice bucket. You put your head on your knees and rocked back and forth. "They will find him soon," said Akemi loudly, so everyone would believe her. Meanwhile, images of the work on I-Island were displayed. Shoto looked into the camera while holding a small child over his head, who was brightly smiling. Your eyes were filling up with more tears. He was so kind to everyone.

Natsuo moved back and forth in the background, almost walking through the Tatami mat, Izuku still tried to call some heroes to get some updates and Akemi helped Fuyumi to clean the kitchen. Everyone was tense and on edge. "He can't possibly be dead. We needed more time; we didn't have any." you cried desperately. "He is not dead and you will have plenty of time when he returns. You will see, everything will be alright." Rei hugged you even tighter, but also spoke calmly. "I am so happy that Shoto found true love. He deserved the world since his father failed at that, but you made that possible. Since he met you he has been so much happier. Thank you, honey. He stopped being so cold and smiled more often. I am sure he is safe and sound." insured Rei. Never in your life had you felt so much anxiety, not even when he was fighting the high-end Nomu in Hosu. Your tears dried on your cheeks and there was nothing left inside of you but despair. "We can only wait. Ochako said there is still no trace of him," said Izuku, worry written all over his face. Everyone was just so focused on the news that nobody noticed the opening of the front door.

It was Izuku who first noticed it. He activated his Quirk and walked slowly into the hallway. "There is an intruder," he whispered. Everyone stopped moving. Natsuo got his wife behind his back and balled his hands into fists as if he was ready to fight some professional villain with his bare hands. Slowly approaching footsteps resonated against the hallway wall. Rei's anxiety only increased. She was on edge by now you could tell. With every step, the culprit made your anxiety thrive. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Shoto entered the room through the shoji sliding door, filthy and battered. His jacket in hand and some dirt stains on his face and shirt. He has dried blood on his temple, but he is still alive. Everyone got up and greeted him immediately. The tension instantly disappeared. Your eyes widened in disbelief. He truly is alive. You couldn't move an inch, everything inside of you screamed and wanted to jump onto him, scream at him for making you worried sick or just finally kiss him again. "Welcome back bro." greeted Natsuo nonchalantly as if he hadn't just walked a hole into the floor. "We were worried sick. What happened ?" asked Fuyumi as she hugged him tightly. "You gave us a good scare." Izuku patted him on his back. "what are you all doing here ?" Shoto asked confused. Your eyes were still glued onto him. "Hey why haven't you called ?" asked Rei as she finally got up and hugged him. "My phone died" he mumbled overwhelmed. His eyes finally focused on your shocked ones. "I will tell you everything later, but now I need to see my wife." Rei smiled understandingly and let him go. He moved closer to you with short, wide steps. He gently picked you up and placed you on the ground, as if you were made of glass. "Have you missed my darling?" he asked raspily. You were only able to nod. Tears were now spilling out of your eyes and you clung desperately to his dirty shirt. You wailed like a baby but you didn't care, he was finally back. He gently stroked your back while holding you in his arms. "I am here now. Everything is alright," he whispered, so only you were able to hear his words. You continued crying and it took a while until you calmed down. "I…I…I thought you were dead." you mumbled against his torso. Shoto took your face in his hands and stared deeply into your eyes. "Love." he paused and smiled gently. "I am alive, I am well and nothing happened to me. I could flee before they got me. I am a hero anyway." his grin grew sly and you almost needed to chuckle. Of course, he would be safe, he always was. "I was just so afraid I couldn't breathe. Don't you ever dare to do something like that again or I will kill you." you began to sob once again. "You will never lose me. Ever." He kissed you deeply. Your hands are buried inside his locks. The both of you parted to take a breath and kissed again.

"An attack caused the plane to crash. With the help of my ice, I could protect myself. As a result, I became separated from the others and ended up in the area where the villains were hiding. I was able to capture them all and attempted to locate the others, but no one was near the jet, so I assumed they had been rescued. I started walking back home." he told you about his 'trip'. Like nothing big just happened he slurped his soba noodles. "Everyone was searching for you. Dumb of them to leave the plane." Izuku complained. "I am happy that you are back buddy, but I have to go now. Ochako must be home by now." Izuku got up and bowed deeply. "Thank you for the Food Fuyumi." "You're welcome." she smiled and waved him goodbye. Everyone saw him off and the chatter continued. After everyone had eaten up, the group dissolved.

As both of you finally lay down in bed, bundled up you, remembered your gift for Christmas. The clock stroke midnight and you got up. "Where are you going, love?" he asked, surprised. A bright smile spread across your face. "I know it's not Christmas yet, but I got you a present." You got the little box from the shell. A tiny bit of anxiety flooded your mind. You talked about this topic and he would never leave you. "Open it." you stretched out your arms and he took the package from your hands. Suspicion lingered in his eyes. He slowly opened the box and revealed the small blue shoes. "What's up with these small shoes?" he asked confused. "I am pregnant Shoto. The blue shoes represent the sex of our baby. It's a boy." you cheered. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between the shoes and you. "We are getting a son." You nodded wildly. Todoroki got up and hugged you tightly. He swirled you around. "I am so happy. Thank you so much." he smiled brightly and kissed you deeply.

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katanaski · 4 months

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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ BNHA ➜

₍ᐢᐢ₎ Surrender ₊˚⊹ Bakugo x fem!reader(bnha) ₍ᐢᐢ₎ Dear heart, why him? ₊˚⊹ Bakugo x fem!reader(bnha)

₍ᐢᐢ₎ The devil's tongue ₊˚⊹Goth Bakugou x Religious fem!reader.(bnha)

₍ᐢᐢ₎ My study buddy ₊˚⊹ Bakugo x fem!reader(bnha) ₍ᐢᐢ₎ Longing ₊˚⊹ Prt.1. ₊˚⊹ Prt.2. ₊˚⊹ Prt.3 ₊˚⊹ Bakugo x fem!reader(bnha)

₍ᐢᐢ₎ Say Ahh!₊˚⊹Pervy Dentist Kirishima x fem!reader. ₍ᐢᐢ₎ Cravings₊˚⊹Bakugou x kirishima x fem!reader.(bnha) ₍ᐢᐢ₎ Munchies ₊˚⊹Denki Kaminari x fem!reader. ₍ᐢᐢ₎ Bros before hoes₊˚⊹Bakugou x Kirishima (krbk) ₍ᐢᐢ₎ Lifeline₊˚⊹Natsuo Todoroki x fem!reader

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN ➜

₍ᐢᐢ₎ SINS OF THE FATHER ₊˚⊹ Toji Fushiguro x fem! reader.(jjk)

₍ᐢᐢ₎YOURS & MINE Prt.1 ₊˚⊹ Prt.2 ₊˚⊹ Fushiguro Megumi x Yuji Itadori x fem!reader.(jjk)

#new navi♡#ignore me #sorry

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poly-pan-0118 · 1 year

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Show and Tell

Touya x Fem!Reader

You confide in your best friend Mina that you never experienced an orgasm while having sex with a partner. She may know a remedy for that. or, Mina sets you up with Touya, who takes his time and makes it his mission to give you an experience you’ll never forget. Words: 4524

“Are you kidding me right now?” Mina squealed at you. “Shhh.” You hushed her as the two men at the grill turned to look at you both. One of them being your ex. “You mean to tell me that Mr. explosive attitude man is no good in bed?” She asked with bugged out eyes. “It wasn't that.” You explained. “The sex was really good, I just…” You trailed off and peaked up at him. Making sure his attention was elsewhere. “I was just never able to have an orgasm while we…you know.” Mina nodded her head in understanding. “I mean, am I broken or something?” You asked her, sighing as you leaned back in your lawn chair. “Oh no, you are not doing this self depreciation thing.” She said with a stern voice. “I think you just need someone who knows what they’re doing and is not thinking of themselves for a change.” In a way you knew she was right. Katsuki was a really good guy but he could also be quite selfish. As you sat and thought back on things, you realized that when it came to sex once he got his, it was pretty much over. Not once did you ever orgasm with Katsuki. You watched as Mina made her way over to the cooler to grab you both some drinks. Her high school sweetheart, now husband, Kirishima wrapped his huge arms around her and gave her kisses on top of her head. You smiled at how sweet they both were to each other and longed to one day find that as well. Your view was suddenly blocked by an ash blonde scowling down at you.

"Hey.” Katsuki mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. You felt a bit awkward as it had been a few months since you saw each other. When Mina told you about the little cookout her and Kirishima were having and that he invited Katsuki you almost bailed. You didn't really have a bad break up, both agreeing to go your separate ways, but it did hurt. You fell madly in love with Katsuki Bakugou, but he fell in love with his work. Not leaving much time for you. “Hey.” You replied back with a small smile. “How have you been?” He asked. You suddenly missed his gravelly voice. Katsuki moved to sit down next to you but was stopped by Mina. “Nope, nope, nope.” She said pulling on Katsuki’s arm, dragging him back over to the grill. “We’re having girl time. Go talk about, I don't know, boxing and steaks.” You couldn't help but bark out a laugh at the look on Katsuki’s face. He simply rolled his eyes and returned to Kirishima. “Don’t you dare even think about it.” She said pointing a finger at you.” You didn't have time to ask her what she was talking about before she started explaining. “You don’t want him back. You’re just lonely and need a good dicking down.” She said matter of factly. “Mina!” You harped, shaking your head but you didn't argue. “I know exactly how to fix this.” She said reaching to grab her phone out of her bag. “Brb!” She said taking off to the pool house for privacy. “Oh god, what is she up to?” Kirishima asked as he watched his wife slink off with a devious smirk on her face. We all knew that look. Ever since high school when she threw all those parties with games like, Spin the bottle and Seven minutes in heaven. Mina was up to something and you weren't sure how to feel about it.

Minutes later she returned and noticed Katsuki sitting next to you trying to have a casual conversation. “Let’s go swimming.” She exclaimed, pulling you up and to the pool. Once you were both in waist deep water and once again away from listening ears, she told you her plan. “So do you remember Nat’s older brother?” Nat, was Natsuo Todoroki. You were friends with him during college and met his family a few times. “Touya, right?” You asked, trying to play dumb but Mina could see right through you. “Mhmm.” She grinned. “Well that’s who I just got off the phone with and he is on his way over.” Your jaw dropped and eyes popped. “Mina? What did you say?” Now you were nervous. Not only did you not know what she told him, you also were not prepared for an impromptu date. "Tell me Mina."

"I told him about your little dilemma and he's coming over to help you with it." You wanted to ask her if she was joking but you just knew she wasn't. Mina could see the wheels spinning in your head. "Look, don't worry. Just hang out for a few and if you decide not to do anything that's cool." She said, trying to placate you. "Touya is actually a really sweet guy. Yeah he gets around but everything is safe and consensual." She grinned again. "And I have heard no complaints." You rolled your eyes and that's when you remembered another problem. You looked over at the hot tempered blonde that was arguing with Kirishima on how to properly grill a steak. "What about-?"

"Don't worry about Kats. If he gets out of hand then I'll have Eijiro take care of it." Time seemed to slowly drag on but then you heard the iron gate to the patio open. Looking over you felt your soul leave your body. It had been at least two years since you last saw Touya at some college party. You thought he was an eye catcher then, but now. You just may have drooled a bit. Mina elbowed your side as Touya came walking over to the side of the pool. “Hey Mina.” He said squatting to get a better look since you both were still in the water. “Touya,” She smirked, “Remember Y/N?” Touya’s eyes raked over your body as if he was assessing a piece of property. After lingering on your breasts a tad longer than they should, his eyes finally met yours. “Long time no see.” His raspy voice greeted you. The setting sun reflected off the water shining into his bright blue eyes and you were lost. Mina cleared her throat loudly bringing you out of your daze. “Oh, um, yeah. Hey.” You stuttered making Touya laugh.

Katsuki was pulling the steaks from the grill when he heard you laughing. He knew that laugh. It was your flirty nervous laugh. His head spun and he did a double take as he watched Touya pull a lawn chair over to the pool. He clenched his jaw when he noticed him practically eye fucking you. “Oi’, what the fuck is that Todoroki man-whore doing here?” He asked Kirishima. The red head looked up to see the new guest. “Oh, Mina must've invited him.” He said nonchalantly. Katsuki gave his friend a disgusted look. “Relax man. Mina and the Todoroki’s go way back to high school. You remember Natsuo interned with us right?” Katsuki rolled his eyes and let out a low growl. Shoulders squared, he took a step forward but Kirishima stopped him from going any farther. “Hey just let it be.” He warned Katsuki. He was the angry blonde's best friend but Kirishima would not hesitate to put him in his place if need be. “I know it sucks man but,” Kirishima sighed, putting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “You took your shot and missed bro. I’m sorry.” Katsuki snapped his head at Kirishima and was about to argue but stopped when he heard you laugh again. It had been so long since he heard that beautiful sound. “She looks happy.” He said in a soft voice. “Then leave her be.” Kirishima said, directing his attention back to the steaks. “Meats done!” He called out.

“Oh yum. I’m starving.” Mina cried out as you both climbed out of the pool. Touya, of course offering his hand to assist you. Grabbing it you couldn't help but feel a zap throughout your body. Maybe it was the anticipation of what was to come, but you felt your entire body warm up. As the five of you gathered around to eat you noticed Katsuki was unusually quiet. He didn't even once look at you. You prayed he stayed on his best behavior. It was after everyone had their fill when Mina noticed Katsuki had gone inside to get more drinks she continued with her plan. “You two can have the pool house all to yourselves. I promise you won't be interrupted.” She said with a giggle. “Baby you’re acting like we’re back in high school.” Kirishima chuckled shaking his head. “Hey, I’m just trying to help.” She defended herself. Touya stood up and held out his hand. “Well, shall we?” He asked you with a smirk. Clearly he took Mina’s suggestion to heart. You grabbed his hand and he led you to the pool house. His hot hand found its way to your lower back, then snaked around your waist. Walking out of the house with a bucket of drinks, Katsuki caught sight of you and Touya walking away. Katsuki gritted his teeth seeing Touya’s hands on your naked body. “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” Katsuki said, slamming the bucket on the table. “I’m not being a third wheel tonight.” The slamming of the iron gate made you jump as you turned to see Katsuki glare at you then walk down the driveway. “Hey,” Touya said as he placed a finger under your chin. “Don't let him get to you okay.” You gave him a nervous look and you could feel your cheeks heat up at his touch. “He had his chance. Now it’s my turn.”

Touya’s words were filled with such determination as he led you into the pool house and took out his phone. He connected it to the Bluetooth speakers that were wired around the room. Clearly he has been here before and you wondered where he was all the times you came over for parties. He placed his wallet along with some change he had in his pocket on the table. “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath. “I’m gonna have to ask Eijiro for some condoms or else run to the store real quick.” Touya picked up his wallet when you placed your hand on top of his. “I’m clean and I haven't been with anyone since Katsuki and I’m on birth control. So..” Your voice trailed off feeling embarrassed at your words. “I get tested every month.” Touya said. “Are you sure? I can always run and-” You quickly cut him off. “No it’s okay. I mean I.. I want, um.” Touya’s eyes gleamed knowing what you wanted, but he wanted to hear you say it. “Tell me kitten. What do you want?” Your thighs clenched tight at his pet name for you. You searched his eyes trying to find the courage to tell him exactly what you wanted. “Remember, this is all about you tonight.” He reminded you and it somehow gave you the courage you needed. “I want to feel you cum inside me.” Your voice was almost a whisper as you looked to the ground. Touya cupped your face forcing you to look at him. “Oh I can definitely do that.” He said with a wicked grin.

Stepping back, Touya unbuckled his pants and slowly pushed them down his hips. You could see his huge bulge through the boxer briefs he wore. But there was something…different. Touya smirked as he watched you stare. You gasped as he grabbed your hand and placed it over his hardening length. “Feel that?” His voice was raspy and thick like honey as his lips grazed your ear. “That’s all for you.” A rush of heat took over your body causing you to shiver. “Relax.” Touya said, pulling back to look at you. “I won't do anything you don't want me to.” Looking into his eyes you could see he was sincere. If you were to tell him to stop right now, he would. There’s no way you would though. You wanted this so bad. Finally somebody who was willing to take their time with you. Willing to make this intimate moment all about you. “Use your words and say that you want me and I will make this an experience you will remember for the rest of your life.” Somehow you just knew it wasn't his ego talking. Touya could actually back up his words. “I want you.” Your dry throat croaked out, “I want this so much.” You thought you sounded desperate. Touya thought you sounded cute. Begging for him to pleasure you.

Touya sat on the couch and you went to kneel before him but he quickly stopped you. “Nu-uh” He said, lifting your chin again to look at him. “This is about you tonight, not me.” You looked down to see his dick twitch, straining against the confined clothing. He thought it was absolutely adorable how you wanted to please him. “Curious?” He asked as you eyed him. Touya grinned as he slipped down his boxers releasing his cock. You bit down on your bottom lip watching the length spring up and slap his abs. Touya grinned as he watched your face turn red. It was then that you realized this huge thing was somehow going to fit inside you. And it was also when you saw what was so different. He had piercings. Lots of them. “Never seen a pierced cock?” Touya asked as if reading your mind. Shaking your head no, Touya smiled and proudly gave you a tour. “This one at the tip is called a Prince Albert.” Your eyes widened, wondering what that would feel like. Touya’s grin got even bigger at seeing your excitement. “These four are frenum piercings.” He said pointing to the piercings under his shaft, “In this instance this is called a Jacob's Ladder.” Touya could see you were so full of questions. “Did they hurt?” You asked in a small voice. “Like hell.” Touya chuckled as he raised his hands to your swimming bottoms. “May I?” He asked. After shaking your head yes, Touya slowly pulled them down. You felt completely exposed standing there with nothing but your swim top on. “Mmm, your body is absolutely beautiful.” He said, directing you to sit next to him. “Now that you’ve seen me.” Touya smirked. You knew what he was saying. You laid back with your head against the headrest of the couch. “Here,” Touya said, placing a pillow under you to raise your hips a bit. “Comfy?” After assuring him you were, you found his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, slowly spreading your legs. Your breathing hitched as you felt cold air hit your hot core. “Let me get you ready for me.” Touya said as he gently ran a finger along your slit. You let out a slight moan and your legs unconsciously fell further apart. “That’s it, just relax and let me taste you.” Suddenly you felt his hot tongue protruding your cunt and another revelation hit you. His tongue was also pierced. And fuck did it feel so good, especially as the cold metal flicked at your clit.

“You know your pussy will look even more beautiful with a hood piercing right, here.” Touya said pushing his thumb on your clit making you whimper. Touya laughed as he began to eat you out like a starved man, the vibrations from his vibrato going straight through you. He slowly eased a finger inside you and then added another, then another. “Look at you, three fingers deep and you're still so needy.” He said pumping in and out, making you moan and writhe underneath him. His other hand found its way up your chest and underneath your swim top groping at one of your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples. “Do you think you're ready for me?” He asked you teasingly. You couldn't even begin to form a sentence. “I don't think you are yet,” he said in a harsh tone pumping his fingers faster and sucking hard on your now swollen button. “I want you to cum for me first.” He said pinching your breast harder. “You cum for me, and I will give you what you want.” Touya shoved his fingers in harder at each pronunciation. “Give. It. To. Me.” You came so hard, your juices squirted all over Touya's face making a mess. He growled as he licked his lips and stared down at you like a demon getting ready to devour the purest soul. He looked down at your limp body so blissed out already just from coming on his fingers. He couldn't wait to get you on his cock. “I hope you're not thinking that was all kitten.” You opened your eyes to see Touya's nose brushed up against yours. “Come on.” He said pulling your arms to sit up. Touya sat down and stroked his cock. “I want you to ride me.” You gave him an uneasy look. You didn't really have much experience in this part and you never really received any praise so you were unsure if you were any good. Your insecurities got the best of you, scared of not being able to please him.

“Don't worry kitten, I told you I was going to take care of you.” He said as he gently rubbed your hips. “You got this.” All night long it seemed as if Touya could read your every thought. Was it that easy to see right through you? Or was he really just that good at knowing what you wanted? You slowly straddled over his lap and he teased your wet slit with his cock, allowing your juices to get him wet and ready. “Okay, now slowly.” He said letting you sink on him. You both moaned loudly as your fingernails dug into his pecs. “Oh fuck!” You groaned as you felt him slowly stretching your walls. “Fucking hell, you're so tight.” Touya hissed, “Damn, you sure you're not a virgin?” He asked. You could hear his words but you couldn't comprehend a thing. You were too focused on his piercings rubbing against your walls. The Prince Albert piercing hitting your cervix as he totally bottomed out. “Oh fuck Touya, you're too big, too big.” You whined. “Shh, no baby. I'm just right.” He said caressing your hips. “ Just stay still for a minute so your body can adjust.” Touya pulled you down close to him so he could kiss you slowly and sensually. It was the first kiss you guys shared all night. You've already came on his hands and NOW you're kissing? It made you giggle. Touya pulled away to look at you and he smiled. It wasn't a smirk or another grin that he’s been giving you all night, it was an actual smile and you couldn't help but think how handsome he was. For a fleeting moment you thought that maybe after tonight, maybe this could turn into something more. But your insecurities reared their ugly head and you remembered he was here for one thing. To get his dick wet and make you orgasm, and after that, chances are you could never see him again. Lost in your thoughts you let out a yelp as Touya thrusted his hips hard and slapped your ass. “Stay With me baby girl.” He demanded seeing your thoughts wander. “Are you ready for this?” He acted as if you were getting on an amusement park ride and perhaps you were. “All right now slowly, up and down.” He guided you slowly to bounce on his cock. “That's such a good girl, just like that.” He said giving you praise. Long fingers groped your breasts, the other ones grabbing a globe of your ass to grind on him.

“Mmm fuck. You know how to ride this cock.” His touches seemed to burn into your skin. “Those other fuckers didn't know what they had did they?” Was he right? This whole time you thought YOU were the issue. Maybe it was your partners that were inadequate. You took a moment to truly take in the vision before you. You wanted to sear it into your brain. His jet black hair with barely there white roots to match his perfectly groomed pubes. The piercing cuffs on both ears. The three stud piercings in his right nostril. The barbell piercing in his left eyebrow. The snakebite piercings in his lips. He even had a nipple piercing. You thought of Touya walking through a metal detector and setting them off and couldn't help but start laughing. “What’s so funny huh?” Touya asked, slapping your ass with a smile to match yours. Your head fell back as he pushed deeper inside than you could imagine. “Such a beautiful neck.” Touya said, letting his fingers graze along your collarbone. You looked down at his arm. A tattoo of blue flames ran from his wrists to his elbows on both arms. You grabbed his hand, admiring his long, graceful fingers before slipping them between your lips and sucking. “Fuck, maybe I will tryout that mouth of yours later.” Touya moaned. You let his fingers slip out your mouth and placed his hand around your neck. Touya’s eyes darkened. “Have you ever experienced breath-play before?” He asked. You shook your head no and saw something flash behind his eyes. “Do you trust me?” That question hit you harder than you thought it would. You’ve known Touya a total of maybe five hours tonight and yet, you trusted him right now in your most vulnerable moments, more than you did some partners you were with for years.

Soon as you told him yes, you found yourself squealing as he stood up from the couch. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, keeping him inside, as he walked to the bed. Laying you down on your back, he raised one leg so your knee was to your chest. “I want you to tap my arms the moment it gets too intense for you. Understand?” You nodded. “No, I need to hear your words baby.” He said as his lips ghosted your neck. “I’ll tap your arm if it's too much.” A low rumble came from Touya as his kisses made their way down your jawline. “Good girl.” He gave you another passionate kiss and sat up. His hand slowly wrapped around your neck. “Now let me show you what heaven feels like.” His thrusts sped up and got harder as his grip got tighter. You could feel the tightness buildup at your core. “Nyahh '' You managed to whimper out. “Feels so good, so good.” And indeed it did. You never felt like this before. No partner was able to give you this and this was a different high than when you used toys. Was this what heaven really felt like? If it was, you never wanted to leave. “Fuck, you’re strangling my cock baby. You gonna cum for me like a good girl?” You nodded your head quickly and mewed. “I wanna cum. I wanna cum for you so bad.” Your fingernails dug into his forearm and your vision started going black. “Just let it go baby. Cum for me.” Touya said, running out of breath as his tight balls slapped loudly against your ass. Touya felt you clench around him tighter and he released his grip on your neck. “Fuuuuck!” You hollered as you came harder than you ever have. “Oh fuck that was beautiful.” Touya grunted, pushing your other knee to your chest and picking up incredible speed. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes!” One more harsh thrust deep inside you, Touya pulled you into a kiss by your neck. You bit his lip, drawing blood making him release an animalistic growl as his hips stilled and hot ropes of his cum shot deep inside you.You collapsed into his arms, having no more strength left.

“You were, so fucking amazing.” Touya praised trying to catch his breath. His fingers traced invisible circles up your spine as you planted your face into his chest basking in the afterglow of the greatest orgasm of your life. “You still with me kitten?” Touya asked. “Hmmff.” You managed to huff out and received a laugh in return. “Look at me baby.” He said lifting your chin. Touya gazed down at you and you got lost in those haunting turquoise eyes of his. “Remind me to thank Mina.” You told him with a weak smile. Touya searched your face as if contemplating something. “That makes two of us.” He whispered as his thumb traced your bottom lip. Your lips found his once again and when you both decided to pull away for air Touya pulled out and laid next to you. “You took me so well, little kitten. How is your throat? Does anything hurt?” He asked looking over your neck and his hands rubbing your hips. You were absolutely blown away at how attentive he was. “How about we take a shower and then go grab some greasy food at that all night diner?” He asked, running his hand over your hip. "I don't know about you but sex always works up an appetite for me." You were taken aback and in a bit of shock. From how Mina explained things, once Touya was done he was out. So why is he wanting to prolong his stay with you? You stopped questioning things and agreed. As you both made your way to the shower Touya asked himself the same things. He never once stayed longer than he had to with a partner. He gave aftercare if needed then he left. But Touya didn't want to leave you just yet. Was it because he knew there was so much more he could teach you when it came to sex. You were no virgin by any means but up until now your sex life must have been so vanilla he thought. Touya wanted to be the one to show you new things. The thought of someone else giving you a new experience made him feel possessive of you. That was a new feeling to him. Touya watched your breasts jiggle and the soap run down your naked body as you washed. Fuck, you were absolutely gorgeous. Maybe he’ll ask you out later while at the diner. But, he thought, what if you didn't want anything more outta this?

You looked up from washing to see Touya staring at you and felt a little self conscious until you saw him smile. There it was again. A genuine smile, not fake. You felt a bold feeling come upon you and you stepped closer to him, grabbing hold of his dick. “What are you up to kitten?” Touya hummed in surprise. “Can I now?” You asked and Touya furrowed his eyebrows in confusion till you moved to your knees. Yeah you wanted more of him. And he was definitely keeping you.

Thank you for reading my brain rot. If you like my writings you can follow me on Twitter. I am currently working on several MHA themed Bangs, ShinBaku, Blood Riot, and one featuring Touya as a dragon shifter and Bakugou barbarian slayer. It is called Eyes in the Night. It is a predator/prey bang. I have artists working with me to compiments these delicious stories. Thank you again and Much love.

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Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Part One |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentionally triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main chacter no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

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Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

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