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ghoularaki · 4 years

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↠ summary: You always loved Halloween and the ability it gave you to dress up. This year you decided to be brave and go with a costume on the slutty side. Your revealing outfit didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, Shinsou who just went with wearing a Ghostface mask. In the chill of the Halloween party you both went to, a heat builds leaving you two bond together.

↠ word count: 7,183

↠ pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

↠ genre/warnings: smut, a little bit of fluff, college au, punk! shinsou, alcohol, drugs, established bdsm relationship, mention of spit play, graphic sex scene (unprotected sex, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, knife play, blood play/blood drinking, mask kink, daddy kink, praise, degradation, consensual branding via cutting, uh not pre-planned scene but was briefly talked about??), fluffy aftercare!!!, shinsou is vv possessive

↠ a/n: no one look at me this purely for me and no one else <3 i just wanted to be self indulgent and write one of my biggest fantasies with punk! shinsou bc i can!! enjoy reading <3

All Hallow’s Eve would always be your favorite time of the year. Though as you aged you had grown out of trick-or-treating, there was always a thrill that ran down your spine as the weather grew colder. Despite being in your twenties, you never tired of dressing up for the occasion. This year you decided to go out of your comfort zone and dressed on the scantily clad side. This landed you in a slutty satanic cheerleader outfit every alternative bitch has worn at least once, but you still felt sexy.

When you walked into the party, you had shivered from the cold. You could still hear the snark in Shinsou’s tone from you refusing to wear a coat on top of your costume. When you left your apartment complex to meet Shinsou ready to pick you up, he had raised an eyebrow at your costume. You weren’t ignorant to how he drank up the visible skin, not so subtly biting his lip.

Now, you were glad you went with your gut as the swarm of hot bodies was sticking to your overheating skin. Leaning against the wall, you eyed Shinsou who decided to dress up as Ghostface. Dress up would be a term you would use loosely though as he wore his usual wardrobe of black ripped jeans, a black tee along with his thick leather jacket but only added the mask on top of it. How he wasn’t scorching in his clothes boggled your mind.

Probably sensing your stare, he dipped his head down towards you with a quirked up brow, “what?”

You only shrugged before looking at the drink in his hand, “give me a sip.”

“Ew no. I don’t want your slobber on it,” he scowled but you could see the mirth in those lilac eyes.

Making a face, you pouted, “you have literally spat in my mouth before, don’t say shit.”

He only shook his head with a smirk and handed you the cup. “Don’t be a little brat.”

“But that’s how you like me best!”

There was a giggle on your lips as you took the red solo cup placed in your hands. With both palms on the cup, you tipped it back so the bitter sweetness poured onto your tongue. Brain already fuzzy from the previous drinks you had downed the past two hours, you welcomed the fleeting sting in your throat. Before you could sip up all of the alcohol, Shinsou took his drink from your hands.

You scowled and whined for him to give it back.

“I think that’s enough for now, let’s find you somewhere to sit.”

He spied the way your body swayed, pleasantly tipsy. You had to admit your feet were killing you from standing for so long in your heeled boots. With his arm wrapped around your shoulder to protect you from other party goers, Shinsou led you to an empty spot at the end of the couch by his good friend Kaminari.

“Hey man!” Kaminari slurred, marijuana heavy on his breath. He lazily waved at Shinsou before his focus shifted to you and that’s when he perked up. “I didn’t know the little lady was with you! I can move so you both can sit.”

Rounding the corner to the empty spot Shinsou only shook his head. “Nah man, don’t move.”

You tilted your head in confusion. Then where would you sit?

Dropping down on the cushions by armrest, nonchalantly he jerked you gently by the wrist to tumble sideways right on his lap. A yelp left you as you knocked right into his chest.

Oh.

You felt how your feet hit Kaminari’s thighs but he didn’t seem to mind as he helped push them towards Shinsou. Kaminari was always understanding of Shinsou’s possessive behavior and the biggest advocate for whatever the fuck label bestowed upon you two. Not discreetly, Shinsou pulled the hem of your short skirt down so you didn’t flash anyone. A different type of shiver traveled throughout your body as you felt his tattooed knuckles brush against the skin of your thighs.

The alcohol made you sleepy so you rested your head against his chest. Humming, Shinsou wrapped an arm around your back and let his other hand drop in your lap so you could play with his fingers if you wanted to.

It was moments like this you were happy you had someone like Shinsou. He has been your best friend since you two were in middle school and you both have been inseparable since. He was there through everything and you the same. Shinsou was your first everything, from your first real best friend to who you lost your virginity to. In your teen years there was an awkward stage as you both didn’t know how to handle the feelings you had for each other and what to label it. Though when you two became adults and one giant argument later, you both realized you couldn’t live without the other. He will forever be your best friend and you to him, but the love you had was more than that. It was more than romantic feelings or even soulmates. You were each other’s person.

High off his ass, Kaminari giggled at your blissed out face and snorted even harder as Shinsou looked like he was turned to mush. Well, as mushy as a six foot man of pure muscle riddled with tattoos and piercings can look. A blunt still in his hand, he offered in to Shinsou.

“Want some?”

“No one else smoked from it right? I’m trying not to get diseased,” Shinsou half joked.

“Nope, you only get to indirectly kiss me,” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows at the insinuation to which you started to giggle. Shinsou made a face, rather not wanting to imagine kissing anyone but you.

“See! Even your girl finds it funny.”

“She will find anything funny when she’s tipsy.”

Twisting from his chest, you could feel yourself wake up more.

“Yeah especially your face,” a shiteating grin was apparent on your lips.

Shinsou was quick to grab your cheeks and squish them until said lips were more pronounced. “What did I say about you being a brat.”

Though formed as a question, it was gritted out as a statement. Peering up at him from under your eyelashes all you could see was the faint outline of his pretty eyes from the black mesh of the mask he still wore. The false anonymity only brought more heat to your core. You attempted to wiggle discreetly in his lap to sedate the ache starting to grow. How easily he turned you on was not fair.

He still hadn’t let go of your face and you were starting to get embarrassed under Kaminari’s watchful eye. He was clearly enjoying the show, but was respectful enough to not say anything. He knew how your dynamic worked being both a sub and a dom himself.

Caving in, you mumbled, “‘m sorry.”

Shinsou knew better to push you to call him Daddy out in public since you rather be something you only called him in private so he accepted your apology.

He stroked your cheek before planting a kiss right on your forehead over the mask, “good girl.”

Heat brushed on your face, you buried your face back in his chest. Shinsou pulled the mask from his head, letting it hang limply from the back spikes of his mohawk. Absentmindedly, you reached up to pet the shaved sides of his head, almost purring from how nice to texture felt under your fingertips. He let you be as he pinched the blunt between his fingers, taking it from Kaminari’s outstretched hand.

Shinsou inhaled the bundle of the plant and tipped his head back to blow out the smoke. His adam apple became more pronounced as you watched it bobble as he savored the taste. All the muscles from his neck rippled. The crow inked into the back of his neck to the sides on the display for your hungry eyes to gobble up. His already plump lips puckered only pronounced by the steel hues snake bites pierced into the soft flesh. He truly was beautiful.

From under his nose, his lilac irises flicked over to you.

“Want some, Kitten?”

No, I want you, you were about to say but nodded your head instead.

Shinsou with nimble fingers brought the blunt back to his lips. He inhaled another hit but instead of exhaling the smoke, he brought his head down to your level. The grey air still sat behind his teeth, he cradled your cheek and used his thumb to open your mouth. With lips parted, he then breathed the smoke into your mouth. You greedily sucked in the smoke, already high of his taste alone. His hand stayed on your face, encompassing the whole lower half with ease.

From the whole ordeal, you felt Shinsou’s bulge throb underneath your bottom. Not faring any better, you lightly swiveled in his lap. A whimper almost left your lips, but was interrupted.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Kaminari sighed out.

Breaking away from you, Shinsou sent a glare to his friend. He was ready to bark at him to keep his fucking mouth shut, but you started to laugh. Knowing you weren’t uncomfortable in any way, Shinsou let himself relax.

Pecking your lips, he gave the blunt back to Kaminari.

“Here you go. I hope you enjoyed the little show, but we are going somewhere else.”

At that Shinsou lifted you off his lip to plant your feet back on the ground. You tittered a bit, the blood rushing to your head from being sat up to so quick. The sound of fabric being roughly tugged filled your ears as you spied him putting the mask back over his face. Taking your hand, Shinsou led you from the heavy mass of people in the living room to most likely somewhere more secluded.

“Have fun fucking!” Kaminari called after you two, but it fell upon deaf ears.

Shinsou led you through winding hallways of the house where the party resided until he found one that wasn’t preoccupied or locked. The room was small with a couch pushed up against the wall and television set along with various gaming consoles set on the opposite side. Whoever thought it was safe to leave their gaming room unlocked was an idiot but you weren’t complaining.

With a shove, you stumbled into the room. You were about to whip around to bark at Shinsou, but a startled noise left instead as he lifted you up and threw you onto the couch. He closely followed you to crowd you against the cushions. Sprawled out with your back slightly elevated by armrest, Shinsou caged you in with his arms resting on the backboard and another beside your head.

You gulped. A chuckle rumbled in his chest when he brought the knee sunk into the cushions up until he could feel the heat of your core. He leaned down until his mask was right in your face.

“Scared?” There was a teasing lilt in his voice while he cocked his head to the side.

“Am not,” you scowled but he only booped your nose.

Your eyes went cross eyed from looking at his finger and crinkled it when he laughed at your funny face.

“Might want to rethink that. I could be the serial killer like in all those shitty slasher movies you like.”

You made an offended scoff, “they are not shitty! Plus by now I think I would know how to survive the longest.”

Shinsou seemingly ignored your words as the same hand that touched your nose was rubbing the side of your waist. You shivered at how his warm palm engulfed your side. He dragged his fingers down until they reached the hem of your shirt again. Instead of tugging it in an attempt of modesty, he did it to emphasize his point.

"Are you sure, don't you know the slut always dies first?"

“Asshole.”

Despite the insult, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought the leg between his to rub against his growing erection. The hand on your waist tightened.

“Oh so you do want to be the slut, huh?” Shinsou’s voice was gruff.

A groan left him when you rubbed harder and followed with an “only for you, Daddy.”

Having enough with your brattiness, he clutched the offending leg and threw it over his hip. Shinsou was now between your thighs, spreading them wide open by his sheer mass. He shoved off his leather jacket and tossed it on the other arm rest. Your eyes drank up the tattoos that engulf his pale skin.

“Fine. If you want to act like a slut then I’ll treat you like one.”

With that he took the switchblade attached to the side loop of his pants and flicked it open. Your chest heaved up and down in arousal. Knife play was not something new in your relationship and your pussy throb at how sweet his was with the blade.

Still kneeling between your legs, Shinsou softly dragged the steel tip from your knee to your inner thigh. He circled the skin there knowing how sensitive you were. You tried your hardest not to clamp them shut in an attempt to get relief on your aching cunt. Shinsou traced a heart on the skin before he looked up at you.

“Dirty sluts don’t deserve clothes, do they, Kitten?” To others it would have seemed like raunchy dirty talk, but it was also Shinsou’s way of asking permission if it was okay.

You shook your head and followed with, “no they don’t, Daddy.”

Taking that as his cue, he cut the fabric of your skirt clean through. A ripping sound echoed in the room as the skirt was reduced to useless cloth. Not wanting it to get in the way, Shinsou roughly tugged it out from under you and threw it somewhere behind him. Grabbing your thighs, he wrenched you closer to him so he could reach your crop top easier.

Same with your thigh, he dragged the blade up the middle of your breasts. Lightly he tapped the tip against your clavicle and instinctively your neck craned up. A breathy moan left you while you arched into the metal, wanting more. Much slower, Shinsou dug down to make an incision in the middle of your shirt. He was careful to not nick the thin skin displayed across your sternum.

The cloth popped away to show your black, lacy bra. Your rapid sighs only accentuated your breasts even more. Shinsou snuck the knife under the center gore about to cut it.

“Wait!” You called, hand circling the hand about to cut away at it.

He showed a look of concern, thinking he went too far.

“It’s my favorite bra, don’t ruin it,” you pouted.

His worried visage melted away, only to scowl at how you scared him for no damn reason. “Too bad. I’ll buy you a new one.”

At that, he ripped upwards. The bra snapped in half so your breasts were now on full display. The cold air of the room caused your nipples to pebble. The knife was brought back to skin but this time Shinsou put a little more pressure on the sensitive flesh.

“Ah!” A surprised whimper left you at the bite of cold metal pressed into your nipples.

He chuckled, “cute.”

“Meanie,” you huffed, pout still on your lips.

“Yeah but you like it when I’m mean.” With his free hand, Shinsou cradled your face and tapped your bottom lip with his thumb. “Now stop pouting, brat. I told you I’ll buy a new one.”

Smiling at getting your way, you kissed his thumb and let him carry on. Getting back to it, Shinsou trailed the switchblade down the line of stomach, stopping right at the hem of your matching panties. He briefly fiddled with the bow before going a little lower until the tip of the blade was a hair away from your clit. The threat of him cutting right into your nerves made more arousal drip out from your drooling pussy. You were sure Shinsou could see the mess you were making of your panties.

Instead he loosened his grip so he could pap against the exposed slit of your pussy. A gasp caught in your throat when the flat side of the blade tapped your clit. It was barely anything but you were so sensitive and in need of proper stimulation at this point you would take what you could get.

You wiggled around to get more friction, but Shinsou had pulled away. Subconsciously your hips thrusted up to which Shinsou clamped down on your waist to stop your movements.

“Who knew my girl was a little knife slut. Are you going to make a mess of my knife like you did to your panties?”

“Daddy, more please,” you begged, wanting him to touch your pussy already.

He ignored you to continue down to land back at your inner thighs. Shinsou applied more pressure to the blade than last time, an indent being made into the skin but no blood was drawn. You whimpered at the slight sting, wanting — no, craving more.

“I should fucking carve my name into your thigh since you want to be such a slut,” he hummed as he dug a little bit more, “I like the sound of that. Then everyone will know your mine. You’re my slut, my Kitten.”

Possession was heavy on his tone and his aggressiveness should scare you, but you only felt your heart swell. It wasn’t the first time he talked about forever branding you. This time you wanted him to actually follow through. You accepted you two were meant to be together even after death, so why not?

“Do it.”

He paused and looked back up at you. “What?”

His face was still covered so you reached up to unmask him for the second time tonight. The mask caught on the back of his mohawk again but you didn’t care. Softly, your little hands held Shinsou’s cheeks. You gave him a reassuring grin.

“I trust you.”

“Are you sure, Y/N? It’s pretty permanent and I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because I said I do,” his voice was soft and quivering at the thought of actually hurting you.

You only shook your head and begged, “Shinsou please I want you to mark me as yours.”

Shinsou’s spine shivered in pleasure at your submission and the complete and utter faith you had in him. A man could feel like a god with the devotion in those doe eyes.

Leaning down to give you a peck, he lingered there so the black of your pupils could meet his.

“What did I do in my past life to deserve you?”

“Probably save a king or something,” you playfully mused.

He swatted your inner thigh, smirking at how you yelped. “Cheeky brat.”

Anticipation built as he situated himself so he had a better view of your inner thigh. He tilted you slightly to the right so it was easier for him to place your left thigh over his lap while he still sat between your knees. Though as the blade neared the skin, nervousness replaced the fleeting giddiness. Shinsou could sense this with how you started to play with your fingers.

“I’m scared it will hurt too much,” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact.

“Hey,” he softly grabbed your jaw so you met with his lavender gaze. “There is nothing to be afraid of. How about this? I’ll do it first on myself and then I’ll do it to you. Sound good?”

You nodded your head as best you could but he tightened his grip.

“I need words, Kitten.” “Yes, Daddy.”

He gave you a little kiss, “good girl.”

Giddiness piled up again at the praise. He always knew the right words to say.

Pulling away from you, he leaned back on his heels and presented his left arm to you. The only skin not inked in with intricate artwork was his inner elbow. Sitting up a bit so you could get a better look, you watched Shinsou bring his smoky silver switchblade up to his skin. He sliced in with no hesitation. His tendons didn’t even flinch as the flesh parted like rose petals to carve your initials into the muscle of his inner forearm near the juncture of his elbow. The rosy nectar dripped down the length of his bulky forearm.

You were both mesmerized by how the blood flowed. Shinsou peered up and gave you a dopey smile, eyes a violet haze and unfocused.

“See? Doesn’t hurt.”

What a candy silk his voice was.

Shinsou nonchalantly wiped the blood that pooled into his palm against the rough texture of his black, ripped jeans. He didn’t even care of the red caught on the exposed flesh of his thigh like a sparse batch of spider lilies in a field of snow.

Sliding down the couch, he brought your leg up to his face to kiss the inner thigh he was about to mark up forever. Your thigh jumped when he snuck a feather light glide of his lips against your clothed pussy.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

“Sorry.”

Humming into your quivering skin to show he forgave you, he pulled away before he got lost between your thighs. That was for later.

Twirling the knife between his fingers, he was about to dive right in.

“Wait,” he called to himself in a hushed whisper. Making eye contact with you, he continued, “Clean the blood off the blade for me, Kitten. Don’t want your pretty blood to be tainted with mine.”

Coming closer again, you let your tongue flop out as he brought the bloody knife to your lips. At first, you gave it an experimental kitten lick. The taste was coppery and bitter, but not completely unpleasant. Moaning into the blade, you love how taboo and gross it was that you were swallowing his blood.

Shinsou bit his lip, teeth catching the piercing seeing you in a tiny euphoria. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head to guide you as he did when you sucked on his cock.

“There you go, Kitten. Just like that. Be careful not to cut your pretty little tongue, only I can do that.”

You let out a lewd moan at the possessive tone. Shinsou was the only person in the world that you would let hurt you in such sweet ways because at the end of the day you know he loves you as you do he. He would tear this world to sheds at a hint of a tear building in your tear duct. You have no idea if what he feels is similar to when you see him give you a bloody toothed smile after another bar fight, but if it is, then you know that you are truly adored.

Swiping your tongue up and down the knife until it was clean, you almost whined when he pulled it away. Your eyes were half lidded and unfocused as you gave Shinsou a blissed out smile. God, you were such a fucking angel.

Shinsou did not even try to cover how his cock was fully erect watching you drink his blood as if it was your last meal, how you licked the blade as you did his cock. His dick begged for it to be the one being sucked instead of his knife, but now wasn’t the time. Maybe he can convince you to give him road head on the way home. Sure would be a way to end the night.

Deeming it clean enough, he shuffled back down so he could finally brand you as his. His left hand rubbed up and down your outer thigh to make sure you were comfortable. Using the high you were on to advantage so it wouldn’t hurt so much, he started cutting. Shinsou was careful with each curve of the ‘S’ he carved into you. A whine left you as the sting wasn’t as muted as you thought it would be. Peering down, you watched as your blood dripped back into the wound until it all flowed down the width of your thigh.

“Are you okay, Kitten?” Shinsou paused.

“Please keep going,” you whimpered between pain and pleasure.

By now the sting was something you welcomed as Shinsou moved to writing the ‘H’ into your flesh. You felt every fiber part against the blade as a weak thread does. Licking your lips, you hissed at the final cut. With stuttering breaths, you heaved out a sigh of relief. Avoiding the wounds, Shinsou swirled your warm blood into little hearts against your throbbing thigh. With no shame he brought his blood caked fingers to his lips and licked them.

“Just as sweet as I thought,” he grinned a smile borderlining feral.

As if he couldn’t get more, he dived back into your inner thighs to drink up to blood that coated your thighs dropped down the stranger’s couch. You could feel how the ball of tongue piercing caught in your skin. He moved his tongue from your thighs to then swipe up the whole length of your slit. Instantly your hands shot down to grip into Shinsou’s hair. Moaning, you could feel how he was mixing the remnant of blood on his wet muscle to the arousal that seeped through your panties. You only thank whatever god you were wearing black.

“D-daddy!” You hiccuped as he kept digging his piercing into your clit.

He was making such a pretty mess of you and you didn’t even have your panties off yet. As though he could hear your thoughts, Shinsou stopped making out with your pussy over your underwear to bring the knife to your hips. Stopping for a moment, he cut both sides of your panties, purposely nicking the flesh this time knowing you can handle it.

He ripped the material from under you to throw it where he had thrown your skirt. In apology he kissed the injured hip bones and trailed those kisses back down to the top of your pussy. Shinsou stayed away right from the area you needed him most. You cried out a plea for him to stop dragging his mouth just a breath away from your slit.

Growing impatient, you tugged his hair in hopes to steer his head to your cunt. It only earns you swat on the ass and him trapping both hands on your tummy with one of his hands crushing your wrists.

“Daddy, please!” You wiggled around in a mini tantrum that he wasn’t letting things go your way.

He drew away from your right thigh where he left a garden of violet and poppy hickeys. “Please what, Kitten? I don’t know what you want from you unless you use your words.”

You whined at how mean he was being. “You know what I want, you meanie!”

Shinsou spanked you again, palm catching the same spot causing you to cry out from the burn. “Don’t be bratty with me, you are well fucking aware it won’t get you anywhere.”

Sniffling, you tried to calm yourself down and gave in. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, please eat me out, touch me, I don’t care! I need you so bad.”

“Anything for my little girl,” Shinsou groaned.

With pleas so pretty like that, he couldn’t help but give in and dive right in. Immediately, he brought your puffy clit into his mouth to suck on the bundles of nerves. Your back arched off the couch with a cry. You didn’t know if you wanted more or for pleasure to stop, but your body squirmed either way. Though you couldn’t get fair with how Shinsou had your hands pinned and heavy grip on your waist.

His tongue swirled around your bud. He hummed into your cunt as you kept whimpering and moaning at the constant stimulation. The way his mouth vibrated against your sensitive flesh only made it worse. The ball of his piercing came back again to jab right into your clit. You were just happy he wasn’t wearing his vibrating one otherwise you would have come in a minute tops. Right now, Shinsou took his time with you. Basically making out with your cunt at this point.

He drank up every drop of your arousal as he did your blood which both were pooling around your bottom. Dropping down lower, he toyed his tongue around your hole. It was all becoming too much. He dipped in and you would never get used to how the bulbous piercing felt wriggling against your walls. Though it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Daddy, S-Shinsou please, I can’t take it. More, more,” your words started to slur together.

He only moaned in response, loving how you keep painting his face with your slick. At that you kicked feet at the overstimulation. Shinsou lovingly laughed into your clit at how your little feet kicked out from the pleasure. You had no right being this cute and sexy at the same time.

With his sweet laugh and one last harsh suck on your clit, you fell apart. A scream left you as you came, white flashing behind your eyes. You had nothing to ground you as your hands stayed restrained. Shinsou kept working you through your orgasm, jaw bobbling with how he ate you up as the wolf did to little red.

“Too much, Daddy it’s too much!” You begged, tears streaming down your face.

You made eye contact with Shinsou who finally pulled away from your cunt with a wet pop.

“You can take it.”

Was all he said before he went back in, but this time his finger prodded your fluttering hole. Like he said, you took his whole finger with no problem. As his pointer finger slid in, the cold metal of the rings before his second knuckle and at the bottom rubbed your walls. Wanting to stretch you more, Shinsou added his middle finger into the mix. He scissored your pussy, keeping his tongue playing with your clit.

He kissed your clit three times a row before he came up for what you assume is air. His whole lower half of his face was covered in your wetness, the arousal shimmering under the shitty, fluorescent lights.

Taking his grip of your wrists, brings himself up to your face to kiss you. Instantly, you close your eyes and wrap your free arms around his neck. The tangy taste of your cum on his tongue doesn’t bother, not when he’s kissing you so roughly like this. You pulled at the strands of his mohawks when he added another finger into your cunt.

You moaned and whined into his mouth, sugary sounds he swallowed and savored. Every metal ring on his finger was rubbing against your walls, stretching them even further. Especially the large skull ring on his ring made a pop sound when it breached your pussy.

Shinsou gave you a peck before he moved to whisper absolute filth into your ear. “Sure love to make a mess of my rings and some stranger’s couch, huh? I should make you lick up your mess.”

You moaned at the thought. Shinsou laughed into the skin of your neck, sucking and biting. He knew you all too well.

While his finger prepared you for his cock, his thumb started to rub circles into your already abused clit. The stimulation being too much, you started to writhe, trying to escape. Shinsou clamped a hand down on your hip, but you kept squirming.

Growling, he gripped your throat and shot up to glare at you. His clutch was tight enough to keep you still but not enough to actually cut off your breathing. The tips of his fingers almost met at the nape of your neck.

“Fucking behave,” he seethed with clenched teeth.

You could only whine in response, not able to form proper sentences. You could feel your orgasm building again. Your hands wrapped around his wrist, hoping he understood what you wanted.

He squeezed his fingers against the sides of your neck, “is this what you want, Kitten.”

You babbled words between yes and daddy, not able to speak full words. Adding a little more pressure and upping the tempo on his fingers, Shinsou watched as you fell apart before his eyes.

Adoration heavy in his stare as you came again for him. This time was more intense than the one before. No noise left the lips that were parted. You could only spasm, nails biting into Shinsou’s wrist. Not that he minded.

It took you a couple minutes to come back down but Shinsou was still sluggishly curling his fingers in your clenching walls.

“Shinsou, no,” you dragged out a whine, “too much.”

“Sorry, Kitten.”

He slipped his appendages out slowly. When they were gone from your pussy, it felt weird for your cunt to be so empty. You wanted to be filled, but with something bigger.

Blinking the left over tears in your eyes, you stare up at Shinsou, head fuzzy. You spy how he was still fully clad in his ripped black jeans and just as black t-shirt, leather jack long forgotten on the other side of the couch. Your thighs jumped at how clothed he was compared to you. It left you feeling vulnerable and even more submissive. You loved it.

The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Shinsou.

“Do you still want more, Kitten? Did you not have enough. What a greedy slut I have,” his mocking was like a present wrapped with silkened bows.

“I always want more if it’s from you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Shinsou whispered at how you looked up at him with such adoration. How could he deny you when you looked like an angel with your swollen lips and teary eyes?

Desperate for relief, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lugged both his pants and boxers down enough so he could pull out his cock. You opened your legs wider if even possible to welcome him between them. Anticipation wracked through Shinsou at the thought of sinking into you. Still wanting to be safe, he reached into his back pocket where he always kept a condom only for it to turn up empty.

“Shit, I don't have a condom,” he grumbled. His cock throbbed for release, but he could wait to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

Seeing his predicament, you brought him closer, “it’s fine I’m on birth control and I trust you, Shinsou.”

“Really?” He looked so shocked at you even suggesting to go raw.

“I mean your initials are forever ingrained in my skin and mine yours, I don’t know how much more trustworthy you can get,” you giggled and he laughed with you.

“Can’t argue with that, Kitten.”

Frustrated with how the mask was still caught on the back of his hair, Shinsou moved to rip the blasted thing off.

“Wait!” You screeched, startling him.

Obviously confused, he blinked at you, “what is it?”

Warmth crept onto your face, eyes dancing to the side as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt, “keep the mask on.”

He furrowed his thick brows before a nasty grin displayed all his teeth. “What a dirty little girl you are, just for me, right?”

Covering your face with your hands, you groaned in embarrassment. Shinsou only gently moved your little hands away from your face.

“I want an answer, Sweetheart.”

“Just for you,” you said.

He reached back and tugged the mask down so it was covering his face from your view. While you were distracted by watching his large bicep tense and flex, Shinsou tapped the head of his cock against your sensitive clit pulling a lewd yelp from you. You were still very much sensitive.

Bringing his hulking frame closer to yours, he grabbed the base of cock to place it at your hole. He slowly slid into your cunt. His head forcefully pushed in with an audible pop. Even after all the times he fucked you, you could never get used to his size.

You moaned as his mere cockhead stretched your cunt passed capacity. How you ever take the whole thing, you have no idea. Little by little he pushed his cock more into you and your thighs shook at the strain. He felt so much better raw. You could feel every vein and ridge of his pretty dick.

“Almost there, Baby. You are so good for me,” Shinsou whispered into your shoulder.

He wasn’t faring any better. Even though he said words of encouragement to you, he was trying all he could to not blow his load in three fucking seconds. Your cunt felt so good without a condom. You were so warm and wet and god, fucking tight.

Gripping your waist, Shinsou slammed you down the rest of the way. You squealed at how rapidly he bottomed out in you. Your little cunny was already so sore from the stretch but still drooled for more. Hips bucking for more, Shinsou was almost losing his damn mind with how you tried to bounce on his cock.

Putting you both out of your misery, Shinsou pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you. You both moaned at the same time at how his hip bones banged against your thighs. You forgone the cuts in your thigh as you moaned at the rapid drag of Shinsou’s cock in your clenching cunt.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Shinsou gritted, “you look so little under me.”

You could only grapple onto his shoulder unable to answer or move against his large mass. His board frame swallowed you up and it weren’t for your legs wrapped against his waist, it would look as if he was fucking the couch and not you. You wanted to hide your face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, but he was so big all you could do was stuff your face between his chest.

Shinsou always loved how tiny you were compared to him, it always gave him this euphoric rush with how easily he could protect you as easily as he could break you. And despite this, you handed yourself over to him with soft hands and a proud smile.

So deep in pleasure, you ignored how his jeans irritate the skin of your wound. His probably wasn’t any better but that didn’t matter. Shinsou kept fucking into you, bruising your hips at this point with his thrusts.

You could feel he was just as close as you with how he became more sloppy with his thrusts. Instead of laggardly dragging his cock out of your pussy — walls squeezing to keep him close just to slam back into you, he was shallowly humping into your cunt.

Along the way, his hand made a home out of your throat, keeping you right where he wanted.

“Daddy harder, you— hah! — you can squeeze harder,” you mumbled out, just wanting to cum already. At this point you don’t care how greedy you’re being.

Shinsou complied and smiled with how you whimpered for him

“I really am a lucky man. I love you, Kitten.”

You babbled out, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m going to cum’ until they all jumble out in one big mess.

Shinsou started to press harder into, ready for you both to reach your end.

“Wait,” he commanded, contradicting his movements.

You cry harder because you don’t know if you could. With the hand gripping your hip, his thumb moved to rub harsh circles into your clit not helping your predicament. Pap, pap, pap went he hips against you soaked thighs groans toppled off his bitten lips.

Knowing you two were at your end, you ripped off his mask wanting to see his face when he came. Your fingers raked through his surprisingly soft hair despite the hair gel. Shinsou reached down to kiss you, groaning into your drooling mouth.

“Cum for me, my pretty girl.” And as if his word was law, you did.

He shortly followed, slamming his hips so his cock was deep into your cunt. His cum embedding deep inside you, claiming your walls as his. After finally being in your pussy, he doesn’t think he could ever let you go. Not like he planned to before. You two were meant to be together, he knew that well.

Still clutched onto him, he kisses the top of your head as you try to come down. Shinsou kept his cock in you to not overwhelm you. Also, he doesn’t think he's quite ready to leave your warm, gummy walls just yet. When your breathing went back to normal, he pulled you away from his chest.

With the hand that’s not keeping from crushing you, he pets the side of your hair with a love stucken simper. First he pecks your nose, then the apple of cheeks, then your forehead, chin, your eyelids and lastly your lips.

“My good girl. My sweet, pretty girl. I love you so much, thank you for trusting so much,” he whispered to you like this was a secret too precious for the blaring world to hear.

You giggled at him being so sappy and soft, something so unusual compared to how he treated everyone else. He was your person as you were his.

“I love you too, Toshi. Of course, I trust you, you're my best friend.”

He gives a gruff chuckle at that, “I think we are way past best friends, Kitten.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “we can be in love and still be best friends.”

“Hmm if you say so.”

Flopping down on you, he rested his head on the swell of your breast, eyes closing. Though he was careful to not crush you with all his weight, he caressed your waist. You almost purred at his palm massaging your muscles.

You basked in the bliss until you remembered.

“Hey you asshole, you cut all my clothes! How am I supposed to go home butt ass naked,” you scowled down at him and whacked his head.

Grumbling from being hit, he kept his eyes closed but had a just as grumpy expression, “I’ll find you clothes and you can wear my jacket.”

He peeked open one eye to see your face light up at being able to wear the jacket he never let anyone else wear. You truly didn’t know how whipped he is for you.

“Now sleep,” Shinsou muttered, wrapping his arm around your waist to snuggle you closer like you were some teddy bear. You couldn’t argue with that and closed your eyes with him. Sleep weighed heavy on your bones.

And in the tranquility of a distant thumping of bass and the pungent odor of alcohol, you both made your own piece of heaven here, twin cut wounds bonded together by spilled blood.

#shinosu x reader #bnha x reader #shinsou smut #bnha smut #hitoshi x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou #shinso #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader

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angelthebedsheet · 4 years

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M a s t e r l i s t [Requests Closed!]

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⭕️ Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

⭕️ Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse

⭕️ Spiderman

⭕️ Howl’s Moving Castle

Note:

I won’t always be able to update this masterlist so be sure to search for the tags I use because that’s easier for just the slew of work I put out. Also, remember I am a student! I see your requests and I thank you for requesting! I will try to get to them and don’t feel like I’m ignoring you if I post something else. I want to feel creative and happy whenever I write for yall. This is a hobby right now. Not a job. I don’t have to write it. If I don’t want to write your request I simply won’t. If you spam my requests I won’t be able to write everything you wanted. I am not a servant beloved.

Requirements !

Max amount of characters is 4

Please be a lil bit specific with what you want in a request because if you just put f.e “bakugo x reader”, I will just write whatever.

Put if you want spice, fluff, crack or lil spice in the request!!

Also specify if you want a oneshot or headcannon! If I really like the request I’ll make it into a fic which is just multiple parts to a oneshot!

Things I won’t write!

Anything NSFW

Any phobia towards LGBT+

Racism

Discrimination to any religion

Yandere

Stalkers (only implied)

Student X Teacher Romance (shits nasty)

Actual Abuse (I can write implied but I will not go and describe it. Thats triggering to me and others)

Rape

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#yagi desiree

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amshy-dontlookatme · 4 years

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Hard Days feat. Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Heard that @shinsouzone was having a rough one and thought some headcannons might help. Tender Shinsou below the cut!

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

When you have a bad day:

Hitoshi knows how you text like every inch of his capture weapon

Can tell in a heartbeat that you’re having a rough day, asks if you need anything

Picks up anything you request on his way back from patrol, even if you message ridiculous things as a joke

Shows up at your home in loose sweats with a gentle smile on his face

Drops the bags on your table and immediately places a soft kiss on your forehead

Gives the best bear hugs, the kind that pick you up by the waist and carry you

Hitoshi will refuse to admit that he’s always doing extra strength training to be able to keep doing it, even if you seem as light as a feather a the time

“Wanna rant about it or be distracted?”

Will listen as long as you need, pulling you onto his lap and carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp

Open any treats you asked for and puts a spread out on the coffee table by your couch

If you want to be distracted, will pull out any games you like or put in your favorite movie

Lots of little kisses. Everywhere. Face, top of the head, shoulder, hands, wrists

Makes dry sarcastic comments about the people at your work, both coworkers and customers

“You know I could just stand guard for you at work, anytime anybody asks something direct them to me and I’ll make ‘em go away”

Squeezes you a little tighter when he hugs you while trying to comfort you

Laces your fingers together and sighs as he tries to stay awake

Will draw a bath if you let him and insists on helping, if you let him

Places soft kisses on your shoulders while he sits with you in the warm water

Will wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala bear if you try to get out

“Sorry babe, it’s the law of bad days. Need to stay here for mmmmm five more minutes?”

When Shinsou needs comfort:

The last thing Shinsou ever wanted was to seem weak.

But there he was, standing on your doorstep and holding his fist up to try and knock to see if you were able to give him the comfort he desperately needed after his day

Having been approached by a villain while on patrol who tried to convince him to join the LOV, a sidekick from the agency he was doing a work-study with had begun spinning rumors about how his quirk was villainous

Shinsou thought he had put all of this behind him, moved on from that stereotype and proven himself a hero

His fist shake as he stands there in the cold, cursing himself for letting tears escape down his cheeks

When you open the door to his faint knocking, he nearly collapses into you

His arms hang limply and shinsou hides his face against the crook of your neck with a sniffle

Fails to keep in a few soft whimpers at the comfort your warmth brings him

Shinsou lets you lead him to the couch and rests his head against your shoulder as you two sit

Lays his head in your lap and pulls your hand to his hair as his breathing becomes erratic

Starts talking once he’s calmed down a bit, but spills everything about his day and the ugly self doubt that came clawing back into his mind

Wraps his arms around your waist and sighs as your fingers massage his scalp

Asks in the softest voice ‘Is it alright if I stay here with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone with my head…”

Takes a quick shower and changes into a spare pair of sweats he left here for lazy date nights

Curls into you for the entire night, whether in bed or on the couch. Needs to feel as close to you as possible

Falls asleep hugging your arm close to his chest with his cheek smooshed against your shoulder

Will deny that he accidentally drooled on you till the day he dies

#Shinosu Hitoshi #Shinsou x reader #Shinsou Hitoshi x reader #Shinsou comfort #sad!shinsou #comfort!shinsou #MothWrites #I hope the rest of your shift goes well #Shinsouzone

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bnha-and-more-imagines · 4 years

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Caught in the Rain [Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader]

Request: No

Trigger Warning: None

Word Count: 1,038

Just an idea that came to me after watching My Neighbor Totoro. Hope you enjoy!

It occurred to (Y/N), now that she was trapped under a tree with her sister, that maybe she should’ve packed an umbrella after all.

Usually, (Y/N)’s mother would come and pick both her and her sister up from their schools as they lived a bit further away from U.A., but today she had to stay at work for a bit longer. The plan was that (Y/N) would walk to her younger sister’s elementary school to pick her up and the two of them would walk the thirty minutes to the bus stop that would take them home. But ten minutes into the walk, the rain came down on them, heavy and cold.

“Here, hop on my back. I’ll carry you until we find some shelter.” (Y/N) had told her little sister. She ran a bit until she found a tree big enough to provide some form of shelter for the two of them. And now here they were.

(Y/N) made a mental note to always have an umbrella on her no matter what.

Shinsou Hitoshi was on his way home a bit late after having a talk with Aizawa-sensei about being trained so that he’d be able to transfer classes. Aizawa-sensei had agreed to talk to the principal about it, so all he could do now was wait. He wanted to get stronger. To prove he could be a pro-hero too, despite what others had told him in the past. Even now he’d still hear a few students talk about how scary his quirk was.

The rain that fell on top of his umbrella rhythmically served to ease him from his thoughts. As he kept walking, a tree came into view and he paused at who was under it. Of course, how could he not notice her? He’d always notice her ever since the U.A. Sports Festival. Her quirk was amazing, and it was no wonder why she’d been put into class 1-A. After the Sports Festival, Shinsou would begin to notice her more and more around the school. (Y/N) wasn’t just strong, she was also equally kind to everybody that was in her presence, and he knew she’d make a great pro-hero in the future. At some point, even though he hadn’t been interested in friends. Shinsou had begun to hope she would show him that same kindness.

He had no doubt she’d be kind to him as well. If he was more socially adept, he would’ve approached her sooner. But paranoia kept him from doing so. What if she thought he was trying to brainwash her? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had thought that of him.

(Y/N) didn't seem to notice him yet, and it was then that Shinsou saw that she was holding the hand of a little girl. He assumed that it was her sister. It didn't take long to figure out what her predicament was. And before he could think his legs started moving towards them.

(Y/N) blinked in surprise as an umbrella was held out to her. She looked at who it belonged to and recognized him as the boy that nearly defeated Deku at the Sports Festival. She remembered finding his quirk amazing, but couldn’t recall his name.

“Here,” He said, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked at him in surprise and Shinsou scratched the back of his neck as a nervous habit.

“B-but, what about you?” She stammered out. Shinsou felt somewhat relieved that she spoke back to him.

“I don’t live too far from here. Besides, I think you two need it more than me.” He nodded towards her sister, who was hiding behind her leg and staring at him with wide eyes. (Y/N) then realized that he was right. She needed to get them both home and not risk her sister getting sick. She shyly took the umbrella from him, their fingers touching briefly.

“I’ll see you around then,” Shinsou started walking away from them as she stared after him in surprise.

“Thank you!” Her sister called after him, and (Y/N) realized she hadn’t even thanked him. She promised herself she’d do it the next day at school face to face.

Once they’d made is to the bus safely, (Y/N) looked at the name on the umbrella

Shinsou Hitoshi

The next day during break, (Y/N) made her way towards class 1-C with the umbrella in her hand.

“Excuse me, do you know if Shinsou-san is in there?” She asked a student who was near the entrance of the classroom, talking to another classmate.

They both stared at her in surprise, “You’re looking for Shinsou-kun?”

“Yes, if he’s there” (Y/N) replied.

The two of them looked glanced at each other, “Yeah, uh, one sec.” And they both went into the classroom.

Shinsou was reading when two of his classmates all but ran to him, “Yo, Shinsou-kun, some girl from class 1-A is looking for you!” They said loudly. Which drew the attention of his other classmates. They looked at him and started muttering amongst themselves.

“Does Shinsou-kun have a girlfriend?”

“No way!”

“That’s so not fair man”

Shinsou just ignored them and made his way towards the hallway, closing the door behind him so that his nosy classmates wouldn’t stare and spy on them.

“Shinsou-san, right?” (Y/N) asked once he was outside.

“Ah, yeah.” He answered. (Y/N) smiled at him.

“Here, I never got to thank you for lending it to us yesterday.” She said and gave him back the umbrella.

“It’s nothing,” Shinsou said, feeling awkward. She shook her head.

“Still, it was very kind of you. Thanks to you my sister and I made it home safely, there’s no doubt you’ll make a great pro-hero. So thank you.” She bowed.

Shinsou’s eyes widened at her words and actions, and he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s no problem.” He muttered

(Y/N) stopped bowing and smiled warmly at him, “I’ll talk to you later, then.” She waved at him and left him standing in the hallway dumbfounded.

Her words kept echoing in his head. They motivated him to become stronger, to keep pushing himself.

#bnha imagines #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha #mha shinsou #shinosu hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi #mha imagines #mha #mha x reader #reader insert #shinsou bnha

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iiimber · 5 years

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Yeet how bout shinsouuuuu with a reader whos aizawa's sister or smthn and when shinsou transfers the first thing he does is points at her and goes "shes off limits. Dont think about it" and then moves on? Idk im bad at ideas, you could totally scrap this and just write whatever for shinsou, id be happy

Honestly, romance was the last thing on Shinsou’s mind when he finally transferred into class A. The topic hadn’t even crossed his mind-- he had much more important things to worry about than a relationship.

But then he saw you.

Shinsou was able to keep his cool mostly-- he could talk with you without stuttering or getting flustered; partner with you in training and not internally freak out-- but he noticed he often felt warmer and lighter in your presence...held back just a bit in his swings and kicks.

It wasn’t long before he came to the conclusion that yes, he did like you. He liked you very much. Aizawa-sensei came to find that out as well, perhaps even suspected it long before Shinsou had been able to admit it though.

“You aren’t the first one to develop some type of feelings for my niece,” The revelation of your relation to his teacher made him swallow, shrink back just a bit in posture. “And I’ll tell you the same thing I told everyone else: if you want to become the best kind of hero you can be, then any romantic feelings are off limits.”

Perhaps Aizawa-sensei was being a bit protective over you as well, but his statement made sense. Shinsou had gotten a late start into the hero course-- any involvement with romantic feelings would only bring distractions.

So besides the stubbornness in him that didn’t want to let you go, he did-- though it started to become difficult when he noticed your lingering gazes more and more.

#slowly but surely getting back into a writing groove #its been! rough #shinsou hitoshi #shinosu hitoshi head canons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou #shinsou head canons #shinsou x reader #Anonymous

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Shinosu who has a massive crush on you and you have a massive crush on him, but he treats you like your nothing to him. When he tries to confess to you, he finds you and Monoma holding hands and kissing.

Ooh I'm just getting to tolerating Monoma lol so this'll be interesting, but I love this!! 💜 Ty! 💕

Too Late

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, teensy bit of Monoma x reader

Genre: angst

Notes: College AU

"Hey," you smiled at Shinsou, hoisting the strap of your backpack onto your solider. "I heard you're trying out for the hero course? That's awesome."

"Yeah," he didn't offer any further elaboration, continuing to pack up his things.

"Oh, well I think you're gonna do great. You should get in for sure," you sat against the edge of the desk, looking up at him through your lashes, letting your eyes linger over his buff torso and muscular arms. "You've really bulked up since this time last year. You must be working out a lot."

"Mhm. Gotta get to the gym now, actually," he slung his bag over his shoulder, heading for the door.

"Wait!" You called after him, speed-walking to catch up with him as he barely slowed his pace. "I, uhm, I was gonna have a few people over tonight to study for the exam on Monday. I figured we could all just chill afterwards, y'know? Monoma and Kami are coming for sure. Would you maybe like to come too?"

"I, uh," he shrugs, "I don't know. I think I'm busy tonight, sorry. See you around." He didn't even bother looking in your direction as he shot the invite down, turning suddenly on his heel to head the way opposite where you were going.

"Oh, 'kay." You sighed, well after he was out of earshot and trudged back to your dorm room.

//two weeks later//

Having learned that he would finally be part of the hero course had Shinsou on a bit of a high. He was feeling like he could handle almost anything that life threw at him that day, so he decided to take on something that had been plaguing him for months now.

He was finally going to ask you out.

The question of when had finally been decided. He'd been trying to find the perfect time to do it, because he was fairly certain that you were interested in him too. The flirting had become pretty obvious, even to your mutual friend, Kaminari, who was definitely trying to play matchmaker at this point.

The timing had been all wrong up until now though. He had to focus on moving up into the hero course. That's the entire reason he came to this university; he couldn't just blow his shot. But now that all that was out of the way? He had all the freedom in the world to focus on what he hoped might be a solid relationship.

You both had so much in common. It was easy to be around you, to talk to you. You'd never showed any skepticism toward him, even knowing full-well what his quirk was. You'd actually go out of your way to talk to him, he'd noticed.

He thought it was adorable too. How you'd take a little longer to pack up your bag, so you could stay and chat with him while everyone else filed out of the lecture hall in a hurry. How you would always end up near Kaminari's dorm when you knew he was going to be over for their weekly gaming session together.

It was so sweet and he appreciated you that much more for all the extra effort you put in just to talk to him when most people usually went out of their way to avoid a conversation with him altogether.

He was excited to see you tonight, knowing that you'd probably already be in Kaminari's dorm, helping him study as an excuse to be there when he arrived. His lips curled up into a smile as he knocked on the door, half-expecting you to answer. He was a little disappointed, but not the least bit fazed when the blonde opened the door.

What unsettled him was the expression on Denki's face. His usual happy-go-lucky grin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he looked almost apologetic?

"What's going on?" He peered into the room, his heart sinking as he realized you weren't anywhere to be found.

"I'm sorry, man. I think you waited too long," Denki's lips pitched to the side, his eyes sympathetic.

"What do you mean?"

///

Shinsou was never usually in a hurry to get across campus, electing to take his time to get to wherever he needed to be. Tonight though, was an exception. He was weaving through crowds, pushing past people who seemingly refused to just get the fuck out of his way. He was on a mad dash to your dorm.

He just had to know that Kaminari wasn't messing with him. There was no way. No way, right? I mean, he wasn't your type. You'd never even spared him a passing glance, especially not when he would have been there to witness it.

Or had you? Had he missed it? Was something budding there while he was distracted? Had he taken your affections entirely for granted?

The sight of you, hands interlaced with Monoma, his lips pressed gently to yours, confirmed his worst fears.

And what could he do about it? When had this happened? Could he fix it? Could he--could he get you back?

Were you ever really his to begin with? Did he have the right?

He stumbled back, shaking his head as if that would change the vision in front of him. The car crash that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. The way he cupped your cheek so delicately and pressed a kiss to your nose. The sound of your infectious giggle salved his wounds for a fleeting moment.

But the sneer that Monoma threw over his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you waist, leading you off towards his own dorm, that cut him right back open.

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Small Competition

Summary: Your boyfriend encounters a young boy who has a puppy crush on you.

Author’s Note: Here’s a little drabble to celebrate my 200 followers milestone. This is just one part of it; the other part is sending requests for the Hero Camp Bingo event! Please click here for more information! Just a heads up, it is a BNHA x F!Reader drabble.

Enjoy!

Bakugou

The trees slouch in odd yoga positions. One bird roasts midair. A kid’s sneaker melts onto the sizzling pavement, and she looks confused. Summer is not showing any mercy as it ravages Japan with its unbearable heat and humidity.

If you can’t beat the heat, then you best believe you’ll avoid it.

That is why you’re currently in a lovely ice cream shop instead of suffering outside in the pits of hell. Your table sits in a private corner, the glass window offering a perfect view of the bubbling streets. Someone cracks an egg onto the pan and scrambles it around.

You shrug. You’ve seen weirder things.

“Mmmh!” The creamy goodness blesses your taste buds. “Yup, this ice cream was exactly what I needed.”

Bakugou snorts, “That shit better be good after you dragged me over here, Xena.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Someone screams your name. You turn around to see a familiar face and smile, “Naoyuki! Is that you?”

A boy, no older than ten years old, dashes to your table. Bakugou takes a bite from his soft serve and eyes the kid. Nothing too suspicious until he hugs you and holds your hands far too long for Bakugou’s liking. He obnoxiously clears his throat.

“Oh, Katsuki, this is Naoyuki!” Innocent eyes twinkle at Bakugou. “We’re neighbors, and sometimes I babysat for him before moving into the dorms. Naoyuki, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki. Don’t mind the mean look—he won’t bite.”

The mean look never disappears.

You pat the boy’s head. “Listen, I’m going to buy some water. Why don’t you wait here until I get back.”

“Okay!” The moment you leave, Naoyuki’s head snaps at Bakugou. His doe-like eyes turn into cold steel. Without blinking, his lean body slips onto the empty seat. Two hands cooly slide on the metal table. He’s like a businessman getting ready to negotiate a strict contract. Unsurprisingly, the boy cuts to the chase.

“Stay away from her; she’s mine.”

Bakugou’s nostrils flare. “You got some nerve, brat.”

“I saw her first!”

“The fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou slams a fist on the table, and the entire floor shakes. “I’m her boyfriend, so deal with it. Look for someone your age, dumbass!”

An intense staring contest commences. You are oblivious to the thick tension clogging the air vents. Bakugou immediately senses you and yanks your arm. Falling on his lap, you feel his arm cage you against him. Not once did he break his gaze from Naoyuki, who is fuming. His entire face brightens up like a red hot chili pepper.

Try me, fucker, Bakugou gloats with a smug expression.

Shinsou

Flowers bloom under the mighty sun.

The weather is perfect—not too hot, not too cold. Even Ms. Goldilocks would approve of this beautiful spring afternoon. You and Shinsou stroll through the park hand in hand until a large tree emerges from the distance. The green leaves dance above your heads as you two eat in peace. Half an hour later, you find yourself curled up against a sleepy Shinsou.

A cheery voice distracts you from your reading.

“Naoyuki, is that you?” Shinsou hears the grass rustle and peeks at the newcomer. He stays quiet when you give the boy a quick hug. “You’ve gotten taller! Sorry for not visiting too often; school is such a pain.”

“I haven’t hit my growth spurt yet,” he chirps. “Sadly, I don’t see you a lot, but you go to U.A., which is so cool! Also, who’s your friend?”

Shinsou is wide awake now. The kid gives him a weird vibe.

“Oh, this is Hitoshi, my boyfriend.” Naoyuki’s cheerful face twitches; Shinsou notices before the boy regains his composure. “We both go to U.A.”

“I remember him from the Sports Festival.”

An ice cream cart pulls into the park. Feeling in the mood for a sweet treat, you ask if anyone wanted a popsicle stick. Naoyuki requests a cherry flavor while Shinosu shakes his head. Once out of earshot, the boy’s hostility breaks through his friendly façade.

“Break up with her.”

Shinsou blinks. “What?”

“You heard me.” Naoyuki puffs out his chest in a bravado fashion. Shinsou chuckles and leans back against the tree trunk. “I’m serious! I saw her first, and you stole her from me!”

“Listen, kid,” Shinsou yawns. “It’s adorable that you have a puppy crush, but we’re not breaking up any time soon.”

“I’m not leaving until you do!”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“No, I don’t—” A daze expression falls across Naoyuki’s face. His eyes are gray, and his mouth hangs wide open. A little drool rolls down his chin. Shinsou nonchalantly scratches the back of his neck.

“I want you to go home.”

Naoyuki is an obedient soldier; he numbly turns around and staggers away. Shinsou sighs as he watches the annoying flea disappear behind the green hills. You bounce back with two popsicles in hand. Your eyes search for Naoyuki and pout, “Where did he go?”

“His friends stopped by.” Shinsou rubs his eye. “They asked if he wanted to play. Kid said ‘yeah’ and left.”

“Aww…he forget his popsicle.” You lower yourself on the blanket. “Do you want it?”

Shinsou shrugs. “Might as well.”

He reaches over to grab the treat. You snuggle beside him and happily enjoy the sweet popsicle. Shinsou drapes his arm over your shoulders as he replays the conversation in his head…

…and a tiny smirk curls on his lips.

Kaminari

Loud music blares through the speakers scattered around the room. You adjust the laser tag vest and make sure everything is working correctly. For weeks Kaminari suggested doing something fun with the rest of the gang. His idea of fun is holding a friendly game of laser tag.

“Self-care, guys!” He chimes and ultimately wins everyone over. Yes, even Bakugou, after Sero gaslights him by saying he’ll be the first one out. In typical fashion, Bakugou yells he’ll go and beat all their asses. Outside the game room, Bakugou glares at the tape dispenser.

“I’m taking you down.”

“We’re on the same team, bro!”

You snicker at the interaction. Kaminari stands beside you and opens his mouth to say something when a little boy’s voice interrupts him. His smile brightens when you wave.

“Hey, Naoyuki! What are you doing here?”

“My friend’s older cousin invited me for some laser tag,” he pipes and shows off his gear. “We’re waiting for Game Room 2 to be ready.”

“No way!” A thumb jerks over your shoulder. “My friends and I are playing in Game Room 2 also. Guess you’re on the other team.”

Kaminari slings his arm around you. “Let’s hope you guys know how to duck and cover. We got a ticking time bomb on our team.”

You slap his chest. “Ignore him, Naoyuki. He’s kidding.”

Kaminari sends a lopsided grin, and the boy politely laughs. However, his fake smile falters when the arm does not let go of you. The closeness bothers him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is Denki, my boyfriend,” you clarify; Kaminari beams like a happy puppy—he’ll never get tired of you saying that. Suddenly you remember something. “Damn, I forgot my blaster doesn’t work. Let me go change it real quick before the match starts!”

As you sprint away, Naoyuki marches forward, which takes Kaminari by surprise. He arches an eyebrow at the pudgy finger angrily shaking below him. Usually, Kaminari is excellent with kids; they love him! Except for Naoyuki, whose menacing face almost puts Bakugou’s to shame.

“Uhhh, you okay there, buddy?”

“She belongs with me.”

The words take a moment to sink in Kaminari’s head. Soon, the teenager laughs as if Naoyuki told a hilarious joke. He wipes his imaginary tears away and slowly realizes that the boy is serious. Kaminari awkwardly coughs into the tense air.

“Ummm…you do know she’s too old for you, kiddo.”

“Like that will stop me,” Naoyuki snorts. A sweat-drop rolls down Kaminari’s forehead. Seconds later, another finger points at the stunned teen. “Let’s make a deal: if you win, she’s all yours. But if I win, then you two break up.”

“Fine,” Kaminari agrees and places his hand on Naoyuki’s shoulder. The boy jumps when he feels a tiny zap—an alarm rings. Naoyuki frantically pats his vest and panics as his sensors malfunction.

“What did you do?!”

“Sorry, bro. All is fair in love and war!”

And man, Kaminari is here to win this war.

Thank you for reading! My first story for the Hero Camp Bingo event will be uploaded this weekend!! Stay tune for that!

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glitxhcd · 4 years

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Flufftober day 2, Let's do it. This ain't as good as the last one because I'm kinda sick and can't focus, but it's longer than the other one. This is actually the story of how I got sick because I am an idiot xD

Day: 2

Prompt: rain

Pairing: Shinsou x reader

Reader: Gender Neutral

You were watching the raindrops that were falling against the window right in front of you. As soon as they reached it, it turned into a race about which one would reach the bottom of the window first.

And you, you were just sitting there on a chair, wrapped in a comfy blanket and trying to figure out what to do. That's when you remembered that you still needed something from the store. You looked outside your window once more, thinking that it wasn't raining that much and that you should be fine.

Oh boy how wrong you were.

The first few minutes of walking were completely fine, you didn't really feel cold and it wasn't raining much. But after a couple more minutes you realized how wrong you were. The rain became much more and the wind was getting faster, giving you a headache and it didn't take long until your ears started to hurt as well.

Turning around and walking back home wasn't an option on your mind, you only had to walk another five minutes until you would arrive at your destination.

Luckily, the store was much warmer than what you just had to experience but that also lead to you feeling the pain much more intense than before. You tried to hurry, wanting nothing more than to go back home, wait for your boyfriend and make him cuddle you all night.

While walking through the store, a small vibration caught your attention. You reached for your phone in your back pocket and unlocked it to see who texted you.

"Where are you? I just got home and all the lights are off"

Speaking of the devil, it was your boyfriend Hitoshi Shinsou.

"Don't worry" you replied, "Just had to go to the store, I'll be home in about 20 minutes"

"There's no way I'm letting you walk back home, it's fucking raining - a lot. I'll come and pick you up"

You knew that saying 'no' wouldn't change his mind so you just accepted his offer, not like this wasn't what you kinda had wished for anyway.

It didn't take long until you saw a car pull up in front of the store. You quickly paid and walked outside, only to be greeted with a judging look when you got into the car.

"What?"

"You're soaked. Why didn't you wait until I came home? I could've drove you here you idiot"

You just smiled to yourself, knowing that he wasn't actually mad and that he was just worried about your health.

The drive back home was rather quiet, but not in a bad way. You both enjoyed the silence, it was nice not having to talk to not make it awkward.

After a good 10 minutes of driving, you both arrived at your home. You took your shoes off and wanted to walk the stairs up to your apartment, but two arms belonging to a certain somebody stopped your action.

Shinsou had wrapped one arm around your waist and the other one was going down your legs to pick you up.

He silently carried you bridal style into your bathroom where he told you to take a hot shower and then come to bed.

You did as you were told and quickly showered before you slipped into some comfy clothing and walked into your and Shinosu's bedroom, where he was already waiting for you, a cup of warm tea in one hand.

You smiled, pressing a small kiss to his cheek and laying down. Shinsou couldn't help but smile as well, placing the cup on the small nightstand right next to you. You sat up, slowly drinking the tea while your boyfriend lied down behind you, wrapping an arm around your torso.

You put the cup away and cuddled into his warm chest, looking up to him. His face reached down to your ear and you just heard one last thing before you drifted into a nice slumber.

"Good night, little one"

Do I like this? No. Am I posting it anyway? Yes.

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shinsorokiri · 4 years

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UA Idol | Chapter Thirteen

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,414

Warnings: Language, dense Shinsou and (Y/n) (the usual)

A/N: Hey I finished it! I’m sorry again for having to change the upload day, I’ve just got lots going on but this is honestly a way for me to let off steam and kind of relax so I don’t want to put it on a hiatus. Besides, after the show that I’m in is over in October it’ll be easier for me to start posting again! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I wish I could have made it a little longer, but it is kind of a filler full of fluff. Hopefully the next one will be super long since it’ll be the performances. Enjoy!

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By the time you two had finished piecing your song together, it was literally the next morning. To be fair, you had decided on what lyrics would be sung when along with adding some beat to it and decided you were both going to play the piano and alternate with each other. When you sang, you were playing, when he sang, you were playing, and when they two of you were singing together, you were both playing. It was wild. And you couldn’t wait to perform it. “Do you think Mina and Denki are still up?”

“I have absolutely no idea. Hold on, I’ll text them,” you say, pulling out your phone and sending a text in the little group chat the four of you have. Surprisingly, Denki texts back almost immediately. “Uh… why did Denki just say ‘is that you god? please… save us… we’re in the stairwell… we’d do anything,’?” Shinsou asks, and you laugh. “I think it means he didn’t sleep and he wants us to go visit him and Mina. I could be crazy though, I don’t know,” you say and Shinsou rolls his eyes. “Let’s go, it’s time to see what these two dramatic assholes are doing.”

You and Shinsou make your way to the stairwell, immediately spotting Mina and Denki hunched over on the steps. “You two have to deal with this every day?” Mina groans, spotting the two of you. You look at each other then back at them, shrugging. “Yeah, when I was about fourteen I got used to it,” Shinsou says. “This is Hell,” Denki groans and you and Shinsou sigh. “I think you can survive this one, tiger,” you say and he gives you a smirk. “You should not have called him that, look at his smug face, look what you did,” Shinsou says, motioning furiously at Denki. You chuckle, shrugging while he huffs at you. He was cute when he got annoyed. Especially when he was being lowkey jealous, even if he knew that you and Denki would never amount to anything but friends. He couldn’t help it, I mean his basically perfect best friend who just so happened to be smirking at his basically perfect crush I mean seriously, if you two got together it would literally be painful how perfect everything would be. “Tosh, bro, stop glaring at me, I’m not gonna steal your girlfriend,” Denk teases him, and you both turn bright red. “SO UH,” Shinsou clears his throat, trying to play it cool and not like he just screamed, “Why did you want us to come here?” “Tell us if this sounds good,” Denki says, sitting up and pulling Mina up along with him. “Well hold on, what are you guys about to sing?” you ask, sitting on the stairs and taking up the spot they were just occupying. “Well we didn’t wanna do a love song because I mean, I’m not into… his kind, so we decided on something hot that both of us could sing about and have it be okay,” Mina says, and you grin. “And what would that be?” Shinsou asks, plopping down right next to you. Weird how his lavender scent always made everything hazy around you. Guess you just like it that much. And it’s not like you couldn’t pay attention to what was happening, you could. In fact, everything was just better when you were seeing the world in lavender. “We settled on break up with your girlftiend, i’m bored,” Denki says and you and Shinosu make a “makes sense” face at each other. “Sounds very you two,” Shinsou says, and Mina blows him a kiss. “Thank you!”

“Sing the damn song.”

“Okay, okay,” Denki says, and then he begins strumming the beginning of it on his guitar. You grin, the way he was picking and strumming it was very satisfying and fitting to the way they wanted to perform it. And of course, the two of them singing together was gold. I mean, they just sound good together, and the fact that it kind of looked like Denki and Mina were trying to get the same girl to break up with her girlfriend because they were bored was truly a work of art. It was also nice to just see them perform a song together and have fun with it. “I, for one, think that’s the perfect song choice and way to play it,” you tell them, and they grin at you. “Thank god. If y’all didn’t like it, I don’t know what the hell we would have done,” Mina says, and Denki nods, setting his guitar back down. “It’s a very sitting song choice for the two of you, not to mention you sound great together. So there’s that,” Shinsou says, giving them a thumbs up. “So what did you two come up with?” Mina asks, and you look at each other. “Should we tell them?”

“I don’t know, maybe we should just keep it a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Mina asks, her eyebrows furrowed. “You realize you have to sing a song on the list for this one?” Denki says. “Yeah, we know.”

“Who said we weren’t?” you ask, and Mina and Denki give you a confused look. “If you were, then just tell us what it is.”

“Who said we were just singing one,” Shinsou says with a shrug, and Mina and Denki look back and forth between you two. “What the hell does that mean?” Mina asks, and you laugh. “You’ll see, it’s unfair to know and not be surprised like everyone else, now is it?” you wink at her, and she sighs. “Whatever, you two are fucking weird. When do people start singing?” Denki asks, and you glance at the time on your phone. “Well, it’s six in the morning and the first group goes at three in the afternoon. So, you have nine hours, however if you want to sleep it would probably take like five to ten minutes for you to get a ride back to the hotel and fall asleep and then there’s soundcheck for everyone from two and on and I know that the both of you probably need an hour and a half to get dressed and do your hair and–”

“It actually takes me two,” Mina interrupts. “Yeah, and it takes me two and a half. This hair doesn’t get styles perfectly by nothing happening to it,” Denki says, and you sigh. “Okay whatever. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. You both have around, oh I don’t know, like four hours of sleep before you would need to be back here and ready to perform.”

“Okay! I’m down, by guys, see y’all later,” Denki says, immediately sprinting outside. “WAIT FOR ME YOU MAN WHORE,” Mina s c r e a m s, chasing after him. “The two of them are very… interesting,” you say, earning a laugh from Shinsou. “Yeah, that’s certinaly a word to describe them.”

“You know, I would say we should get some sleep, but if I’m being honest, I don’t know if I can. Like, yeah, I’m tired but I mean… I’m still anxious about this next performance,” you say, and he nods. “I get it…” he says before dropping off. He begins thinking before he stands up and pulls you back to the practice room the two of you had been at all night. “Shinsou, I don’t think we need to practice anymore; our voices could get hoarse and shot and it would be bad for–”

“We’re not practicing, we’re getting some sleep. If you’re tired, then you’re getting sleep,” he says, turning the lights off and locking the door. You stare at him as his phone light illuminates his face. You know he’s only setting an alarm, but the way that the light is hitting his features is beautiful. He somehow looks like an angel even when the light is coming from underneath of him and just barely illuminating him. The way you felt about him was not good, you had sworn to yourself that you would never catch feelings like this for anyone ever again. Love is a dangerous and painful chase, and you were tired of trying to keep up with it. But you couldn’t deny that you thought he was a very attractive man with a very attractive personality. And you also couldn’t deny the urge you got to kiss him every so often. “Alright, I have the alarm set for noon, that gives us a chance to be up and ready for when Denki and Mina get back here. I texted them to bring us some clothes, so we look presentable and don’t have to run back and forth to the hotel. Now, lay down, the producers gave us this pillow and blanket and I think you should use it,” he says, handing them over to you and turning his phone off, enveloping the two of you in darkness. “Uh, no you deserve it,” you say, shoving it back toward him. He sighs. “(Y/n)… I can’t use these when I know you could use them. I would feel too guilty,” he says, literally throwing them back at you. Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Alright… so… I have an idea, but if we do it, it doesn’t leave this room and we do not turn the lights on so the producers can see us.”

“I’m listening.”

“Okay so… there’s only one blanket and pillow so how about we… y’know… share…?”

He stares at you for a moment through the darkness, and you can’t necessarily see him, but you can feel the intensity radiating off of him. “…Share?”

“Yes. Like… I don’t know… cuddle… I guess?”

Thank god it’s pitch black. You’d probably die if he knew how red you were right now. You absolutely cannot stop blushing. This was 100% something you wanted, but you didn’t want to admit that outloud. Little did you know, Shinsou was in the exact same boat as you. He was just frantically trying to get his heartbeat to calm down before you would be able to hear and feel it from close range. “Uh… yeah, yeah sure. Okay. Good thinking,” he says, performing his signature neck scratch. But you couldn’t see it. Did you visualize it though? Oh absolutely.

You laid, down placing the pillow under your head. Before you could place the blanket over yourself, you felt another head hit the pillow, and suddenly you felt someone else’s breath hit your face. Damn, he was literally so close. What the fuck. What the fuck. You feel the blanket being placed over your body, as well as an arm. A really strong arm that you know is Shinsou’s because even though he hates going to the gym, he’s literally trained in karate which is really cool and also really hot because he’s really in shape and yeah, uh, stop thinking about that right now. You’re too nervous about him feeling your heart about to beat out of your chest to realize his is beating just as fast. You tried to push back these thoughts, and in doing so you were reminded of some aspects of your past relationship. But no matter how long you tried to dwell on those thoughts, you always came back to Shinsou. And his warm smile. And his embrace. And his scent, and his demeanor, and his humor, and, well, him. And just thinking about him and feeling his warmth had your eyes slowly shutting. And you were craving more warmth from him. Or maybe you were just craving him. And as much as that thought would scare you, right now you don’t care. You just know you feel safe and comfortable in his arms.

But the fact that he actually has you in his arms right now is crazy to him. It’s lowkey a dream come true, but he knows he can’t really comment on it. This was just a way to ensure you were both comfortable. Obviously. No other intentions behind this. And he may not be able to see your face right now, but he can feel your breath hitting his nose, and it causes him to smile. He could only imagine the look on your perfect face right now. He wished he could see it, but the lights had to be off so no cameras could spy in on the two of you and try to get some juicy gossip for the episode. The two of you lay like that for quite some time, and he only hopes you fell asleep. He has intense troubles with it, and even though he knows that you struggle with it too, he’s worse. But somehow, knowing your with him is way more comforting than any of his cool down rituals, or any of the sleepy time tea he drinks or even the melatonin he takes when his insomnia gets really bad. And he feels himself getting tired. Crazy the affects you have on him.

Before he starts drifting off, he feels you bury your head in his neck. Of course, it surprises him, but when he feels the steady breathing coming from your body, he knows you’re asleep. He can’t help but smirk knowing that you wanted to be closer to him in your sleep. He wanted you to be closer too, so that’s why he tightened his grip around your body and closed his eyes. He could get used to this feeling.

Of course, he also had the nagging fear in the back of his mind about falling in love again. He was afraid that with you, that would be possible. Now yeah, he’s had shitty relationships, but the relationships weren’t the thing he was scared of. The majority of the people he loved, and even loves, in his life had all left. And he didn’t want that to happen with you. He never planned on it to happen with anyone ever again. But right now, with you asleep in his arms, that fear was pushed to the very back of his brain. All he could think about was how happy he was in this moment. And for the first time in a long time, he fell asleep with a smile on his face. You two were able to sleep long enough that you both had dreams.

Too bad neither of you will ever tell the other that they were about each other.

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