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jugodcactus · 8 months
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His job is just… boyfriend.
(Fem!todoroki my queen)
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anglaland · 5 months
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and i love you; there isn’t words
Fandom: bnha (my hero academia)
Relationship: Bakutodo(bktd)
Rating: Explicit
Additional tags: fem!Todoroki, first time, porn with some plot
Summary (link in reblog):
Katsuki has one hand curled in her hair, the other one sliding further and further up her school blouse, and when he shifts, he presses a knee in between her legs, and —
Oh, that’s what Shouto had been thinking about in class all day.
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bearfoottruck · 13 days
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FANFIC UPDATE 4-12-2024:
FINALLY! After two long years, Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard has been posted on AO3! Read this long-running TodoDeku fic here. Of course, you can still catch it here on Fanfiction.net. Other than that, I don't have much except for an update for Hero Enforcement Regiment (Fanfiction, AO3).
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m0chicakes · 2 years
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Some outline sketches for fem! Deku, Bakugo, and Todoroki (I know Deku is missing the freckles- I’ll add them once I color these)
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tododekuheadcanons · 1 year
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So, here's a piece of TodoDeku fan art I posted on my main blog. Bonus points if you can guess what song they're rocking out to!
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demovamp · 20 days
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thinking about using a pretty boy until he's shaking and crying. the tiniest touch making him whine. he's still so eager to please you, though. he still gets on his knees and presses his face into your thigh. he looks up at you with pleading eyes and lets out the weakest, moth pathetic "please?"
he's been so good. why not let him indulge?
you spread your legs before him. "go on. you've earned it." you say, watching as his face lights up with pure happiness. he wastes no time grabbing your thighs and burying his face between your legs.
you are his favorite meal, after all.
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keigo takami, natsuo todoroki, tomura shigaraki | gojo satoru, choso kamo | ryunosuke akutagawa, osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, rampo edogawa | + your favs !!
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chaepink · 5 months
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Hi! Could I request something? Overstimming Todoroki by letting him ride your strap for god knows how long, gripping onto his hips or thighs, pushing him back down on your strap if he even attempts to stop !
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dom!reader, overstimulation, dacryphillia, pegging
note : overstimulating pretty boys >>>
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"p-please, [name]!" Todoroki can't tell what he's begging for anymore. You've been overstimulating him for so long that he doesn't know whether he wants you to let him cum again or for you to stop fucking him.
Though when your strap just hits all the right places in him that makes his eyes roll back and head throw backwards, he's thinking that he wants the former rather than the latter.
You raise a eyebrow at him. "Please what todoroki?" With your hands lightly on his hips, you're really barely doing any of the work. Whether he realizes it or not, todoroki is the one who's making himself cum over and over again. You're just sitting back and enjoying the show, really.
"C-Can you- ah! l-let me cum? please?"
You see his movements starting to slow down, probably tired from riding your strap for god knows how long. And so you do him a favor by grabbing his hips tighter, lifting him up until the strap is barely in him, before slamming him back down on it.
"yeah? you still want to cum after already doing so three times already?"
Todoroki cries out and grips the sheets underneath him tightly and you suddenly feel cold.
Glancing at the sheets underneath you as you continue to fuck into him, you see specks and shards of ice around where his hands are and you assume that todoroki must have activated his quirk on accident. He's so dumbed down and overstimulated that he didn't even realize, you realize.
"Shit, maybe i should overstimulate you more often, baby."
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
╰┈➤ masterlist | rules
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rxdidz · 1 year
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hi love!! can i request the bnha boys when they're jealous? please and thank youu!! :D hope you're having a great day and remember to take breaks whenever you need to ♡
⨳ the bnha boys when jealous !!
hcs / ft. katsuki, izuku, shoto, sero, denki
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katsuki
the worst out of everyone here
gets jealous even when denki says hi to you 😭
like he’s OKAY if the person doesn’t know your together but when they do he’s about to throw hands
SO much eye rolling n grumbling when that guys talking
insults him at least once
he trusts you but like he wants to be the only guy to make u smile
when the guy tries to hug you bye?? he instantly grabs your hand and turns you guys in the other direction.
probably makes fun of him as soon as he leaves 😣
he’s so petty, he’s quiet afterwards n not responding to u 😭
izuku
he’s so cutie patootie
he looks so concerned like his eyebrows are furrowed HELP
probably frowning a bit as you talk because did he just touch your shoulder???
like he’s quietly fuming in the background
holds your hand <3
overthinks a lot n hes so quiet that you have to wave your hand in front of his face 😭
tries to make it not obvious but fails
afterwards he looks so sad kiss him
“he was just, kinda looking at you funny..” he mumbled.
he just gets more insecure than jealous i think pls reassure him
shoto
quieter than usual
also he’s never felt jealous before so he’s like??? why am i so mad???
also frowning and just observing your behaviour with this guy
wants you guys to leave rn
once the guy makes a comment about how u look good today he bluntly asks “y/n, what time it?” so you guys can go 😭
you guys stay for like 5 more minutes and the whole time hes trying not to glare at him
he grabs your hand “we have to go, sorry.” he apologizes but he does not mean it.
he’s also really quiet because he’s embarrassed 😭
sero
the chillest of everyone here
he’s mature so he doesn’t make a big deal outta it
like if the guy doesn’t know your in a relationship it’s okay because your pretty he knows that ⁉️
but if he does know then he’s mad cause like back off 😭
looks annoyed while he talks but it’s okay
agrees with every compliment he gives you and brings up something about you dating
plays with your hands as you talk
once he asks you out that’s when he’s genuinely annoyed cause what
“uh, shes with me.” he stated.
teases you afterwards with a stupid grin “idk go ask your boyfriend.”
denki
pouty.
very clingy
he gets jealous but not in the mad at you way
he came over to u and threw his arm over your shoulder
“hey babe! who’s this?”
once the guy flirts with you his grins fades and he’s just staring blankly at him.
he trusts u ofc but he doesn’t trust this guy 😭
hugs you from behind as you talk
“cmon, let’s go eat lunch now!” he whined, playfully dragging you away. (but he’s fr like let’s leave rn)
when your eating lunch together hes talking about it the whole time.
“did you think he was funny? because i didn’t..” he pouted.
“kaminari i have to talk to him we’re doing a project together??😭”
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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How would Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Dabi, Eijirou, Mirio act when they cum early?
Have I ever written something like this? I don't think I did, odd, but fun.
Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader
Taglist: nsfw, smut, marathon sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, embarrassment, praise, affirmation, cuddlefucking, kissing
A/N: I love new ideas, keep them coming (like these characters will be)
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Poor Izuku is so embaressed that he finished in a few pumps that he pulls out and backs up, face aflame and getting worse as he sees his cum pouring out of your pussy. It's a hot sight but he barely got in there and he already came. He feels like he should have more stamina then that because of his training. He's feeling the anxiety and the pressure to make you come and doesn't know how to fix it because he's already soft. You see how much its affecting him right now and you pull him close and on top of you, his soft cock pressing against your clit and the outside of your pussy. He might be soft now but you can get him going again. Besides, it took a lot for him to get into the prime fighting shape he's in now right? Same thing with sex, you just have to keep practicing until he can go all night.
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Bakugo is pretty snappy when he finishes early. He's angry, not at you, at himself. He's not selfish, not when it comes to sex, he loves to make you come, loves knowing he's making you feel good, hearing you moaning his name so of course he's not stopping just because he finished early. He keeps his cock snug inside your hole, feeling the combining warmth around his cock. If you think he's quitting now you must not know him as much as he thought you did, if he can't make you come with his cock then he'll use his hands, he's always been good with them. Besides he'll be hard again soon and then you're in real trouble because he intends to creampie you until your pussy can't take anymore, in a manner of minutes or hours, doesn't matter.
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Shoto blinks a few times, in minor disbelief that he just came. Huh. You must have effected him more then he thought. Take that as a compliment because very few pussies have made him come earlier then he wanted to. He keeps his hips rolling slowly while kissing your neck, running his hot and cold tongue across your sensitive skin. Moan like that again, say his name like a prayer and he'll be hard again in minutes. If he does pull out it will be to change positions and get behind you, your ass in the air for him, his cum trailing down your thighs and onto his hard again cock. You ready for round two? He promises to make you see stars first this time.
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Eijiro laughs a little at himself before his face gets sad. Well... that very embarrassing for him. And he's the kind of guy who can go for a very long time when he's in your mouth, who knew that just a taste of your pussy would make him lose his composure. In that case... can he use your mouth to clean up? While you're doing that he's not gonna leave you hanging, he made you dirty too. With your mouth on his dick and your sopping cunt in his face he doesn't have to ask to know when you're close. He can feel your thrusting into his tongue, your pussy flowing with his cum, dripping onto his fingers before he wipes it away and pushes it back in. His cock will be ready for your pussy again soon, you just keep working your magic tongue on it.
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Mirio holds your hips upwards, pounding into you with full force, he's rushing towards him coming, he wants to come, even if its faster then he usually does. When his cum is spilling down your stomach he chuckles and winks at you, rubbing his hands together and wrapping one hand around his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before putting you on your side and thrusting his cock back in, he doesn't care that its currently soft, your pussy will get it rock hard in no time won't it? Yeah, because you love how it feels, how he feels, how he whispers into your ear, your pussy all but jacking him off at this point.
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oxygen537art · 2 months
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anglaland · 3 months
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return to sender
Fandom: bnha (my hero academia)
Relationship: Platonic Touya & Shouto post-War
Rating: Gen
Additional tags: fem!Todoroki, learning, healjng, and live all together
Summary (AO3 link in reblog):
Shouto visits Touya just before Valentine’s Day.
“You almost killed yourself in one of these when you were a dumb baby, you know.”
Shouto looks at Touya curiously. The sun wanes in the sky, still an hour out from sunset. The koi pond they’re sitting by reflects golden hues in the scales of the fish.
“What happened?” she asks.
Touya doesn’t look at her, focusing on the fish beneath their dangling legs instead. She doesn’t mind. It’s enough for her that the two of them can sit here, like this.
“You stumbled into the pond when no one was watching. Mom must’ve been gardening or something, I don’t know. You didn’t even yell. I found you splashing pathetically, half frozen in the water with tears rolling down your face.”
Shouto kicks her legs. The action is freeing. She’d never been allowed to in childhood; her tutors would snap a wooden stick across her shins. “So you saved me.”
Touya scoffs. “You would have killed the fish, and that was the only good thing that godforsaken place had going for it.”
It’s quiet out here, in the countryside, away from Musutafu. Away from the house, from the history there. Their father is away in Fukushima for a charity event, no longer a working hero with what the War had brought out.
Strangely, Shouto thinks he doesn’t mind. It’s almost inconceivable to consider, that her father spends his time out here with Touya, away from the public eye. She can’t reflect on it for too long without it becoming difficult to breathe.
“No one saw?”
“Obviously not. You couldn’t even figure out how to dry yourself. Just sniffled with smoke coming off of you.” There’s a twitch at the edge of his lips as he follows the koi as they float, suspended in the cold water. “I had to pick water weeds out of your hair after I dried you.”
The only thing Endeavor used to tell her about her siblings was how jealous they were of her quirk, how they would be grateful for the training she received, how superior she was to them. The only thing she had ever heard about Touya was that he tried to kill her as a baby, and if she didn’t train diligently, she would turn out to be a failure like him.
These moments are a blessing she doesn’t deserve, to sit across her brother like this and reminisce, to hear things so different to what she knew. It causes an addicting warmth to rise in her chest.
She’s lucky. She’s so lucky. It could have all been so different.
“Should’ve let you drown, honestly.” Touya says, eyeing her.
“I don’t think my body would have been good for the ecosystem,” Shouto says. “Then I would have really killed the fish.”
“Look at you. An environmentalist on top of being the golden prodigy.”
There’s still some resentment behind the words. He’s watching her now, assessing her reaction. She never knows how to respond, can only hope that what she says won’t end in a fight.
“I’ll add the endorsement to my twitter bio.”
There’s no burst of blue flames, in fact, Touya — Touya snorts, rolling his eyes. “That’ll be the most exciting thing on your entire profile. How is it possible for you to be even more boring online?”
“I’m not boring,” Shouto defends. “I tweet about exciting things all the time.”
Touya is already pulling his phone out of his pocket. He was given internet access two months ago (monitored, of course). Fuyumi had made a group chat immediately, which Touya had tried to leave six times before Fuyumi had started a group call to yell at him. He doesn’t text often — mostly reacts 👎 to memes Natsuo sends, 🙄 to questions Shouto asks, and 🫡 to every single one of Fuyumi’s texts, including the one where she told him to stop adding reactions to every single one of her texts.
“I recently had the amazing opportunity to spend two weeks volunteering at JCN,” Touya reads, sarcasm dripping from every word. Shouto thinks he would have been good at being a stage actor, or maybe a newscaster.
…she keeps that thought to herself.
“That is exciting,” Shouto interrupts. “And it’s important. Did you know that 93% of cats who are returned are euthanized? It’s even worse with the recent zoning changes —”
“You literally say exactly that here. I think you need more talking points.”
“You could volunteer with me next time.”
“Pass. I’d rather drown in the koi pond.”
“Not very environmentalist of you,” Shouto mutters.
Touya knocks his shoulder into hers. “Look at that,” he croons. “Baby’s first joke.”
They slip into silence. The sun slips further down in the sky. Shouto needs to leave eventually. She has class tomorrow, and her father will return here in the evening. Their relationship has gotten better, and Shouto has even forgiven him, but —
— but it was still hard, sometimes.
Empty trees shift with a slight breeze. The two of them sit in a single layer of clothing each. Their quirks are even more similar, now.
“Mom sent this for you,” she says, pulling an envelope and a small box out of her bag and handing it over. Touya raises an eyebrow but takes it from her, setting the package to the side, holding the letter in his hands.
He turns it over a few times. There’s only his name written on it, in their mom’s handwriting. It’s not a particularly thick letter, or anything particularly elaborate — Rei had used stationary gifted to her by Shouto. Touya sets it aside and opens the box.
“We made chocolate the other day,” Shouto offers by way of explanation. “Fuyumi helped. I brought you some.”
Touya picks up a chocolate piece between two fingers, but makes no move to eat it. After a few seconds, it melts instantly into his hand.
“Oh,” Shouto says. “I have some hand wipes —”
“Why are you still here?” Touya says, abruptly, coating his hand in ice and melting it off. The chocolate water drips into the pond. “You did your good deed for the month, and you can go home and sleep peacefully now.”
This happens, sometimes. The testing. The unsaid do you actually care? Shouto’s all too familiar with it herself. Pushing people away because letting them in made it your fault when they would hurt you.
(She can never convey just how deeply grateful she is for her friends, for pulling her in. )
She doesn’t move, but doesn’t push in closer either. “I didn’t visit to do a good deed,” Shouto rebuffs softly. “I visited because I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Right,” Touya scoffs. “Because you’re just so good and loving.”
“I’m not trying to be good,” Shouto says, trying not to let frustration leak into her voice. It’s a familiar conversation, and she’s not sure what spurred it, exactly. “I do love you. I come because I love you.”
“You’re fucked up, you know that, right?,” Touya says cruelly. “Just like me. I’ve tried to kill you your whole life, and you’re sitting here saying you love me.”
“You saved me, too,” she says quietly. Touya’s eyes narrow. “I don’t care if it’s fucked up. It won’t change.”
“How sentimental.”
There was nothing Touya hated more than sentiment.
“What did I do wrong?” Shouto says plainly.
“Why do you assume you did something wrong?”
“You’re upset. I made you upset.”
Touya rolls his eyes. “Not everything is about you, little hero.”
“But you’re upset.”
Touya stands up suddenly. The air around them heats up, and the frost over the pond begins to melt. Shouto doesn’t move, watching him carefully. “You seriously don’t get it,” he laughs. “You seriously don’t know.”
He stalks away from where they were sitting. Just when he’s gotten far enough that Shouto almost stands up to follow, he stops. She can see the energy slump from his form, and he turns back.
“You always needed things spelled out for you,” he mutters. “Could never understand hints unless they were said straight out to you. Even then, you’d still hang off of me until I pushed you off.”
Shouto waits.
“You’re the only one who makes such an effort, you know?” Touya says, finally. “If it wasn't for our birthdays just recently, I wouldn’t have even seen Mom. Even Natsuo barely knows what to say to me.”
Shouto doesn’t know what to say to that, either. She still lives at the dorms, only coming home for the weekend, and they’re still settling into their family dynamic at home.
“…I never saw Mom until I went myself,” she says eventually. “Sometimes I think it wasn’t a good idea. We…ended up crying making the chocolate. I think I made her cry. Even though she denied it.”
“Save it for your therapist,” Touya snaps.
“It’s not easy,” Shouto says. She takes a deep breath. It’s not easy to say this either, to be so candid about her feelings. But it was not talking about anything that got their family in this mess in the first place, so she continues. “We’re both learning. I think we might always be.”
“You want me to reach out,” Touya says, mirth underlying his words.
“Mom tried to save you at Gunga too,” Shouto says. “Most of your skin grafts are grown from,” she stops herself from saying what was left, “— from her.”
“This is how we show love in our fucked up family, huh,” Touya says.
“My therapist loves that topic,” Shouto shrugs, and Touya looks at her for a moment before doubling over with a wheeze.
“God,” he chokes out. “This is my life.”
“I’m happy you let me be part of it,” Shouto says.
“Fuck off,” Touya says back, but it’s without the heat of their earlier convo. He picks the chocolate back up. “Surprised you made chocolate and not your shitty noodles.”
“…”
Touya turns so quickly towards her Shouto has to suppress a flinch. “Don’t fucking tell me. Are you serious?”
Touya was always quick on the uptake. “I didn’t say anything,” Shouto says weakly. She’s glad they shifted conversation topics, but. This one?
“You?”
“I don’t know why that’s such a surprise,” Shouto says, definitely not sulking.
“What the fuck,” Touya says, laughing in disbelief. “Wow. Who is it?”
“…is that really important.”
“Yes,” Touya says with emphasis. “Absolutely. As your older brother, I have to know. It’s part of how things work. I have to approve.”
“What happened to our fucked up family dynamic?” Shouto asks.
“This is the only normal part,” Touya dismisses. “Tell me. Or the first thing I’ll tell Mom is that you never talk to me.”
“She’ll know that’s not true,” Shouto says, exasperatedly. Touya gestures give it up.
Shouto sighs. “It’s Bakugou.”
Touya’s silent for all of one second. “Explosion boy? You’re joking. This can’t be real. Shouto, he’s fucking crazy.”
“I just told you his name,” Shouto says. “And I’m crazy too.”
“You’re one of the sanest people I know,” Touya brushes off. “Unbelievable. He looked insane in that fight with AFO. Literally manic.”
Shouto is silent for just a little too long. “Shut the fuck up. You found that hot?”
“We’re friends,” Shouto stresses. “We get along. We have fun.”
“This is my next therapy topic,” Touya mutters.
“It’s really not that serious,” Shouto says.
“No, it really is. Unbelievable.” Touya eats a piece of chocolate, continuing to mutter to himself. “Blasty boy. Toga’s going to lose her mind.”
“Bakugou,” Shouto corrects, and Touya rolls his eyes with exaggeration.
The alarm on her phone rings, thankfully disrupting the moment. “That’s for my train,” Shouto says.
“You’re ru~nning~ a~way,” Touya singsongs.
“I am not.” Shouto stands, brushing dirt off the back of her skirt. Touya watches her lazily, making no move to get up himself. “I’ll tell you how it went the next time I visit.”
“I’m equal parts interested and horrified at finding out,” Touya says, looking up at her.
“You’re being dramatic again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves his hand in the air languidly. “Feel free to never come back too. You won’t be missed.”
She can hold his gaze. There’s no trace of the glee she saw in the forest the first time, no manic glint from the first time he hugged her.
Or — not the first time, actually. A time. And if she’s lucky, if he lets her, it won’t be the last.
Shouto smiles. “See you in two weeks, Touya-nii.”
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bearfoottruck · 10 months
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Since it wasn't enough for me to do art of Fem!Deku and Fem!Kacchan dressed as cheerleaders, I just had to draw Fem!Todoroki as a cheerleader as well.
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tooki0star · 2 months
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MDNI!! ♡
men whos first thing they do after attaching their mouth to your warm, welcoming cunny is looking for your hands, interlocking your fingers as they messily eat you out :( who only stop licking your folds to mumble how they 'love you so much' and how you're their 'beautiful, sweet girl' who needs and will be protected by them forever, who smile and you swear you can hear a chuckle coming from them when you reach your high right on their tongues :(
nanami, geto, yuuji, choso, izuku, todoroki, oda, chuuya, fukuzawa, isagi + your fave ♡
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tododekuheadcanons · 1 year
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I don't know if any of you here are hankering for some TodoDeku fics, but ever since April 15 of this year, I've been updating one called Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard. Basically, it's a collection of one-shots pairing Deku with Fem!Todoroki. Some are action-oriented, some are romance-oriented, and some are even horror-oriented. However, they all have one thing in common: a precious green bean trying to get by in life knowing that one of the manliest boys in Class 1-A revealed himself to be a girl. It's thus far my most popular fic, and I'm taking requests if you have any ideas for TodoDeku one-shots. I do, however, have some rules regarding requests:
1. NO RAPE/ABUSE. If you actually enjoy that stuff, then go away.
2. NO EXPLICIT SEX. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against that, and I've written my fair share of smut, but I'm trying to keep this one T-rated. You can, however, send me suggestive requests involving the lead-up to that.
3. NO REQUESTS INVOLVING ANYTHING BEYOND THE PARANORMAL LIBERATION WAR. I haven't read the manga, so I don't know everything about that. This will change once Season 6 of the anime progresses, however, and I'll let you know when it's OK to send such requests.
4. FOCUS MUST BE ON DEKU/FEM!TODOROKI. I'll allow other MHA characters to appear, and I might even allow OCs, but Deku and Fem!Todoroki MUST be the focus of the request.
5. I PREFER MORE LIGHTHEARTED REQUESTS, BUT WILL ACCEPT DARKER ONES, TOO. All stories will have happy endings, however.
6. REQUESTS WILL BE WRITTEN AND POSTED IN THE ORDER THAT THEY ARE RECEIVED.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
Anyways, enough talk. Here's a link to the fic. It's rated T for violence, suggestive content and some language: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14067999/1/Gonna-Kiss-You-On-the-Boulevard
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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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𝐌𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬
contains: bakugou, kirishima, kaminari, sero, todoroki, and midoriya
warnings: fem reader
a/n: first post of the year 🙏🏽
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bakugou
definitely acts of service & quality time
maybe a splash of physical touch, but only in private
“suki. i can carry my own bags into the house.” you said trying to grab the bag back from him. “no i got it. you just sit there and look pretty.” you roll your eyes at him and just walk beside him and asking him questions about his day.
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kirishima
if there was someone who was all of them it’s definitely him
he gives you them all in one date by itself
you heard a knock of your door and you opened it to see your boyfriend, eijiro. “hey ei, come in.” you stepped aside for him to walk in the house. “i bought you something” he hands you a small box. you open it and it’s a necklace.
“this is so pretty thank you!” you said and he walked to your kitchen. you followed him confused and he started washing your dishes. “what are you doing?” you peered over his shoulder. “washing my pretty girl’s dishes.” you shook your head as you watched him wash the dishes.
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kaminari
physical touch & a splash of words of affirmation
he always has to be touching you & he’s always complimenting you
denki showed up to your dorm and you were sitting on your bed and he plops beside you and lays down on your lap. “you look so beautiful, what did i do to deserve you?” he whines and you just smile. you run your hand up the side of his face. “you were just you.” he moves to hug your waist as he’s laying down. “ugh i love you” he sighs.
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sero
words of affirmation & quality time
honestly he would sit in a room with you just watching tiktok in silence and he’d be happy
“bro i forgot you were there sero. we haven’t said a word in 30 minutes.” you said and he laughed. “i like just spending time in your presence, it’s comforting.” you kissed him and smiled. “i hate your nice words.” he gave you another kiss, “well it’s not going anywhere sweetheart.”
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todoroki
words of affirmation
i think it makes up for what he didn’t get in his childhood 🙁🙁
“hey sho.” he looks up from his book at you. “yes?” he asks and you kiss his cheek. “i’m proud of you, i know i haven’t told you lately.” he blinks once and then twice. “um. thank you and i’m very proud of you and proud to be your boyfriend.” you smile and kiss him. “you’re so precious.”
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midoriya
gifts & physical touch
i think he would like to make things and give them to you, not just store bought stuff
“i made you this.” he gives you a bouquet of paper flowers. “what! this is so cute. what the heck zuku.” you gave him a hug and a face full of kisses. he laughs at your antics. “i’m glad you like it. i watched like 3 videos just to make sure they were correct.” you gave him more kisses. “i literally have the best boyfriend. like what.”
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why are all the mha boys so pretty??? that bakugou picture actually rots my brain.
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