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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.”

#bnha smut #smutty smut #18+#drabble #bnha drabble #deku x black!reader #my works #my drabbles #bimbo reader #bakugou x fem!reader #hitoshi x fem!reader #natsuo todoroki x fem!reader #dabi x fem!reader #kirishima x fem!reader #chubby reader #black writers #shigaraki x fem!reader

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apollostears · 1 year

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𝑂𝐻 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾𝐸𝑌, 𝑈𝑅 𝑆𝑂 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑬 ＃︎！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) + 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲. 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐞*𝐣𝐢, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨

❤︎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❤︎ college!natsuo who excels in all his medical classes and is beloved by all his professors. he runs a study session every mon, wed, and sat for fellow nursing/medical majors

❤︎ college!natsuo who notices you the first day you show up to one of his sessions. it looked like you had just gotten done with classes, a tired look stretched across your face as you searched for him

❤︎ college!natsuo who can’t help the lovesick look in his eyes when you find him and come up to him like he’s the answer to all your problems. like he’s your hero

❤︎ college!natsuo who listens to your complaints so dutifully, you’d of thought he was the one complaining. he swears to tutor you so you can pass your finals. even offers after-hours sessions

❤︎ college!natsuo who isn’t sure how this happened but he isn’t complaining when he finds himself tongue deep in your pussy. the both of you locked away in one of the study rooms in the library commons

❤︎ college!natsuo who laps at your wet cunt like a man thirsty for water. you’ve long forgone being quite as the white-haired male brings you to your second orgasm

❤︎ college!natsuo who groans and damn near cries when he finally enters you. the sounds of your sobs and moans make him feel delirious as he urgently fucks into you

❤︎ college!natsuo who helplessly drops his head in between your breasts when he gets too overstimulated from fucking you. you had already came and was on the brink of your fourth orgasm when natsuo came deep in you. a shuddering cry came from him that had you squeezing his cock as another orgasm tore through you

❤︎ college!natsuo who makes you swear that your pussy was for him only. that he was the only one who could make you feel good, his hips winding slowly as he lazily thrusted into your pussy.

❤︎ college!natsuo who kisses away your tears when you cry that it’s too much. but to natsuo, that’s just nonsense. you were made for him. there’s no such thing as too much

❤︎ college!natsuo congratulating you on passing all your finals by fucking you stupid in his father’s bedroom while he was away. it was the best sex he’d ever had and it was worth the disgusted look on his father’s face when he caught the two of you fucking in his bed. you were too busy cumming to notice

college!natsuo is so hot 🥺

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric

#black!reader #mayawrites #anime #anime x black!reader #natsuo x reader #natsuo smut #natsuo x black!reader #natsuo hcs #bnha natsuo #bnha hcs #anime smut #natsuo x you #todoroki smut

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nova-amor · 7 months

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༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ◞

"eyes forward, pretty girl," he leaned over to whisper in your ear, the warmth of his breath causing heat to rise to your cheeks, your teeth gnawing at the plump flesh of your bottom lip. "keep 'em legs wide open and just relax, baby." his warm hand slipped beneath the fabric of your skirt, calloused finger tips brushing against the lace edges of your underwear.

it was inappropriate— to fuck in a movie theatre was scandalous, definitely against the law and could get you in major trouble if you two were caught. but something about the risk made you grow wetter, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he rubbed at the wet spot forming on your crotch. you tugged the thin blanket a little further up onto your shoulders, providing the perfect barrier to shield your activities from the rest of the theatre patrons.

"if you keep squirming like that, sweetheart, someone's gonna notice," he purred into your ear, a ghost of a lick left on your earlobe as he nudged your underwear to the side. "don't think you want that, do you? or, maybe you do… you want someone to catch us, huh? want someone to see how pathetic and desperate you get for your boyfriend's fingers?"

you shook your head in disagreement, lying to not only him but yourself. struggling to control your breathing pattern as he rubbed tight circles and squares around your clit. your legs twitched, foot tapping against the floor as you fixated your gaze on the movie playing rather than the familiar sweet stretch of your walls engulfing your boyfriend's thick digit.

"breathe f'me, sweetness, don't want you to pass out," he chuckled, curling his finger into your squishy walls. the filthy squelching noises of your sopping cunt were overshadowed by the movie's well-timed soundtrack clips and action sequences. "such a good girl f'me— fuckin' pussy's gushin’ all around me. you like this, don't you? love it when i use you like the slut you are?"

you rested your head on his shoulder, choking down the pathetic moans and whimpers that threatened to escape your lips. he slipped another finger into you and then another, plowing three fingers deeper and deeper inside you— stretching you out beyond your usual limit. you were growing delirious, hips bucking up relentlessly to chase the sweet release building at the pit of your stomach.

"gonna cum f'me, pretty girl? can feel your walls startin' t' milk my fingers," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hooking his fingers into your sensitive g-spot. the heel of his palm dug into your clit, each rut of his fingers into you stimulating your sensitive nub. "that's it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers— fuckin' cum around my fingers."

black spots flashed across your eyes, your orgasm almost completely blinding you. your hips stuttered, body convulsing in the cushions of the theatre seat— there certainly would be a wet patch on the seat after the movie was done.

"such a good girl, you did so good f'me," his voice was distant, your head practically in the clouds as he retracted his fingers from deep inside you. he brought his fingers up to your lips, the lights of the movie causing his fingers to glimmer with the clear sheen of your release. "now open that pretty mouth and clean my fingers f'me— that's it, be a good girl and suck. maybe i'll give you some dick in the parking lot as a treat later."

satoru gojo, takuma ino, connie springer, zeke yeagar, natsuo todoroki, shota aizawa, kei tsukishima, tōru oikawa, kim hong-jin, gary sanderson

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zeke-best · 1 year

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He really is the hero of this family…

#shoto mha #bnha shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto x you #touya angst #dabi is touya #endeavor #natsuo x reader #natsuo kumeta #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #todoroki family #dabi todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #todoroki smut

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robinsomega · 1 year

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yeah... i'm sucking and fucking my way through this family.... the things i would do if left alone in a room with any of them. whew

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kechiwrites · 6 months

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kerberos

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

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

wc: 4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are definitely still intoxicated.

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

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

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

“Wait for what?”

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

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

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

Four words.

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

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

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

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

The moment doesn’t escape Touya’s attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it’s mortifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well I’m the oldest, dipshit.”

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

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

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

God, you’re really drunk.

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

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

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

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

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

Not that you think he would to begin with.

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

Mission accomplished you guess.

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

And then...he’s on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best not to think about it.

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

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

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

Natsuo chuckles, and his breath huffs over your ear.

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

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

“Good.” You repeat.

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

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gatoru · 1 year

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are there still beautiful things? || natsuo todoroki x reader

synopsis/content warnings: natsuo finds himself coming back to you in times of need. after all, you’ve been doing it for over a decade. (childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, domestic love, SMUT; heavy dirty talking, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, natsuo is a bit posessive lol, yan!natsuo during dirty talk, idiots in love, not beta read we die like men)

wc: 3k

author's note: i wrote this as a gift for my dear friend @strawberrystepmom ! thank you so much for inspiring me, talking to me and being there for me. i wanted to show you that i really appreciated you :) <3 hope u like it

Natsuo has a habit.

Such a habit consists of knocking at your door, usually late at night – desperate, big eyes begging for help. He’s been doing it for years, ever since he was merely a lost kid. This time, his head is down and he won’t seem to fully look into your eyes.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” Todoroki breaks the silence, shaky voice leaving his chest with force.

Truth be told, you knew he’d show up at your small apartment as soon as the news broke, as soon as you saw the scarred man on the television proclaiming to be one of the Todorokis.

Touya.

You let him in – of course you do. There’s nothing in the world that would stop you from letting Natsuo in your home, and in your heart.

“Is it true?”

Your question seems to cut the tension in the air, as a knife ripping the thickness apart. Context isn’t needed: the white haired boy – man – is still staring at the coffee mug you handed him moments earlier. You’re past the point of asking how he likes his coffee, black and no sugar, thank you very much.

“No. Yes.” He finally looks up at you, dark gray eyes looking for an answer. “I… I have no idea.”

There’s silence once more - only this time, it isn’t thick with tension. It’s still heavy, with a hint of sadness. There’s only so much to be said about a dead brother coming back to life, and becoming evil. Still, you’ve known Natsuo long enough to know what he’s thinking.

“Touya was dead.”

You uncross your arms, taking your mug from the coffee table in front you. The coffee was running cold already.

Natsuo is still staring at you. You can’t help but notice there’s a certain resemblance between him and his father – his nose and eyes belong to his mother, yes, but the rest? It 's all Enji.

You can’t imagine how he feels.

“Natsuo…” You whisper his name, placing a gentle palm over his hand. “I don’t know what to say.”

He nods, recognizing your truthness. He sighs – a tired one, and exhausted one.

“I don’t think there’s a lot to be said.” His confession lifts a weight from your chest, and you’re glad you didn’t close your fist around something so delicate. “Just… I don’t wanna go home.”

It’s your turn to nod, knowing exactly what he means.

The first time Natsuo showed up at your door, you were merely kids.

Your mother answered. immediately recognizing him as one of the Todorokis that lived down the street. Years later, she would tell you the truth: his household was hell on earth. But, again, it wouldn’t take the brightest mind to notice that.

You were both seven. Or he was eight, maybe. You don’t remember all the details.

However, you do remember the dynamic: he’d come knocking at your door whenever things got rough at home. Your mom would feed him, you’d play video games together, and he’d get a chance at a normal life – even if only for a few hours.

“Do you wanna play pirates?” You’d ask, a toothless grin plastered on your face.

Natsuo would smile – as big as he knew how to.

“Yeah.”

Needless to say, you didn’t have to show him the guest room. He knows his way around.

You lean against the door frame as he takes his jacket off, throwing it on the chair besides the bed. He doesn’t look out of place, strangely so. The 6’3 man doesn’t look uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, you’ve never seen him look so at home before.

“Want me to order take out?” He asks, fishing his phone out of his backpack.

“Only if you’re craving something. Was thinking we’d cook something simple.”

He frowns, gray eyebrows knitting together.

“If you think I’m staying at your place and let you cook for me, you’re out of your mind.”

“Technically,” You hold a finger up, getting closer to him. “It’s for us.”

He scoffs, mainly in amusement.

“Absolutely not. My mother would have my head at the sheer disrespect.”

You chuckle, although not missing the shadow that crosses his eyes at the mention of his mother.

“Fine. Whatever makes you happy.”

“How come I’ve known you for almost 15 years and you still suck at Mario Kart?” He asks, in pure disbelief at your 8th position.

“It’s hard!” You cry, failing at avoiding another green turtle shell an NPC threw in your direction. The pink car stumbles once again. Peach has always sucked, anyway.

Natsuo finishes the race in first place, as you see Yoshi celebrate on the top of the screen

“You suck.” He adds, chugging at his can of diet coke and giving you a smirk.

You have to actively avoid acknowledging the butterflies rebelling in your stomach.

“And you’re mean.”

There’s a hint of playfulness in your tone. He takes the controller from your hand, getting closer to you. He’s so big and warm… so inviting.

“Cry about it.”

Despite the mocking, he finishes the race for you.

The first person to defend you from monsters was Natsuo.

Well, not actual monsters – more like shitty 5th grade bullies.

The whole playground saw it. An older kid – although the same size as Natsuo – tried to steal one of your toys. The white haired boy puffed his chest, and displayed the meanest face he could. Much like his dad.

“Give it back!” You screamed at the older kid.

Natsuo, however, didn’t ask. no, he punched the kid. Right in the stomach.

You remember gasping in surprise, but gladly taking your toy back. No one’s ever messed with you again.

It’s only fair you do the same to him every now and then.

“It’s getting late.” You notice, turning the television off.

“Yeah.” Natsuo gets up from your worn out sofa, towering over you. “I’m heading to bed.”

“Need an extra blanket or something?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He walks towards the bedroom door, turning on his heels halfway there.

“Uh… thanks for letting me stay, by the way. Really means a lot.”

You smile at him. He smiles back.

“Anytime, Natsuo. Knock on my door if you need anything.”

He nods, excusing himself.

Unsurprisingly, Todoroki knocks on your bedroom door a little after one in the morning.

“Natsuo?” You whisper, sitting up in your bed, still hazy from sleep.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers from the half-opened door, an apologetic look on his face. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Come in.”

He does, gently closing the door after him.

You barely notice the routine established by you and Natsuo.

It’s been a few days since he first came to your place.He didn’t leave – and it’s now like you wanted him too. Having him around is nice. Better than nice. You don’t wanna name what you’re currently feeling.

“I’m home!” He announces loudly, and you almost jump from your spot at the table. Your eyes scan him up and down.

“Natsuo, what’s all this?” You ask, a hint of curiosity in your voice.

He lets the paper bags on top of the counter, sighing happily at the sight.

“Went grocery shopping after visiting my dad at the hospital.”

Your shock doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by him, although he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to acknowledge it. Your eyes drift back to the laptop in front of you.

“Nice.” It’s all you can come up with.

“Got you your favorite chocolate, by the way.”

It’s been two weeks, and Natsuo doesn’t stay in the guest room anymore.

No, he stays with you. His giant figure can’t possibly be comfortable in your not-so-large bed, but you don’t have the heart to inquire about that.

“G’night.” He mumbles, curling up beside you.

“Night, Natsuo.” You whisper back, your words getting softly lost in the darkness.

Natsuo smells like mint and something fiery. It’s fresh, it screams his name. His white locks gently frame his face, looking like a layer of now. His lips seem soft, plushy and pink.

Natsuo is sleeping right beside you when you finally name what’s going on with the two of you, although only for you to know.

It’s love.

Sleepingly, he wraps an arm around you. Despite such surprise, you nuzzle your face in his chest.

You both sleep the whole night, peacefully – for the first time in a while.

There’s only so much he can hide from Fuyumi, he thinks.

“Did you officially move out?” His sister shows up in his room – his actual room, at the Todoroki household – as he’s packing another bag. The white room seems empty, soulless.

Natsuo is taken by surprise. Of course, it didn’t seem like that to him.

“Uh…” He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding all eye contact. Fuyumi’s eyes look for his, behind thick glasses. She leans against the doorframe.

“Are you staying at ____’s?”

He nods.

“Good. It’s good to at least know you’re safe.”

Natsuo blushes at his sister’s words, warmth blooming on his cheeks.

“Tell her I said hi.”

With that, Fuyumi leaves him alone.

At the dinner table – with food that isn’t take out, cooked by the both of you – Natsuo gets himself looking at you.

Your eyes glistening and your hands moving rapidly as you talk about your day.

His heart swells on his chest when you start speaking about something you love – something related to work, something he can’t quite understand.

Natsuo realizes he loves you and almost chokes on homemade soba.

That night, when you start your bedtime routine, Natsuo breaks the silence.

“I…” He starts to speak, and you look at him through his reflection in the bathroom mirror, applying nighttime moisturizer on your face, in gentle circles.

“Yeah?” You encourage him to actually start speaking, moving your hands like a fan in order to dry the products on your skin.

“I love you, _____.”

You turn around, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Natsuo…” you say his name, like a thousand times before, only this time it feels different.

“I do. Always have, I think. Ever since we were kids. I love you.” He completes, taking a strand of hair from your face. You look at him, incredulous. “I’m not asking for you to love me back, by the way. I just wanted to let you know that I do.”

He’s comfortable with just loving you.

The words seem to come back to you at such an insult.

“I’m in love with you too, idiot.”

He seems shocked at such revelation, and a stubborn smile starts to blossom on his lips. His eyes seem different now.

“You do?”

“Natsuo.” You whisper his name again. “I’ve loved you ever since you asked if I wanted to play pirates.”

He bites his lips, grabbing your waist gently.

“Yeah? What about all the boyfriends? All the other crushes?”

You figure what the hint in his irises mean.

Possessiveness.

Natsuo towers over you, and it makes your stomach do flips. You mumble something, and he brings you closer.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear that.”

“Was trying to distract myself. From you.”

He smirks, gray eyes becoming wolf like.

“Yeah, but I’m here now. And if you think I’m letting you go, you’re fucking insane.”

Your lips crash into his; desire traveling through your veins.Your tongues dance against each other, slowly and curious to taste each other. Your breath hitches in your throat as he bites your lower lip, sensually.

“Bedroom?” You whisper against his lips, in between pecs. He nods, smiling against your lips.

Natsuo’s shirt and your pajama bottoms get discarded somewhere from the bathroom to your bed.

Your nails gently scratch his abs, earning a reaction from him. His hips jerk against yours, and you bite back a moan. He looks at you adoringly, passionately. Your heart explodes in fireworks. All the movies and poems, books and songs about love make sense now.

“So pretty.” He mumbles against your neck, placing open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.

Natsuo takes his shirt off while your hands discover his body, reaching his gray sweatpants. The volume behind the soft fabric makes you smile, devilishly so.You gently grab his erection, playing with him a little, in order to discover more of his pretty sounds.

He groans, grinding his hips against you.

“You’re evil. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Whatever leverage you thought you had is gone once he takes his bottoms off, as his dick gloriously stands against his abdomen, with heavy balls hanging below it. Your mouth slightly falls agape at his thickness as he gently strokes his cock.

Natsuo finally removes your panties, slowly. He’s taking his sweet time with you, despite your constant squirming and whines.

“You know,” He whispers, husky voice sending a shot of desire right to your core. “when we graduated high school and you told me you lost your V card to some jackass, I tried my best not to go after the bastard. After all, it wasn’t my right to.”

His fingers ghost over your now exposed pussy, feeling your sticky wetness.

“And before that, you confessed to me how you’d use the showerhead to finish, cause your fingers couldn’t do it. They’re not thick or long enough. Can’t reach all the right places, right?”

You nod, eating his words up. Slowly, your hips start to move against his hand, but Natsuo seems to not be having any of that. He places a strong hand on your waist, holding you down. He doesn’t need words to make you obey him.

“I wonder if mine can?” He asks, pushing a single finger inside of your gummy walls. Whining, you throw your head back due to his unsatisfactory rhythm. He pushes the digit in and out, curving his finger a bit.

“What, baby?” He purrs, swallowing your moans with open-mouthed kisses. “What d’you want?”

A bubble of warmth starts to bloom on your lower abdomen, sending a white-hot feeling through your entire body. There’s sweat, there’s spit, there's desire. You feel like your body might combust at any given moment.

“More, please. Need more.” You manage to babble, eyes getting glossy over the neediness.

He obliges your wishes, shoving another finger into your needy cunt.

“Fuck baby, yo’ure so fucking sexy. ‘ve been dreaming about this for so long.” He confesses, shortly after sucking a love bite on your collarbone.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling your pussy clench on his thick fingers. Right as you feel the tension start to explode inside of you, he removes his digits.

“Natsuo!” You cry, in a needy way. “C’mon, please.”

You’re not even sure what you’re asking for anymore. He smiles at you, sickeningly sweet. His white hair glues against his forehead, messy silver locks. Natsuo’s face is flushed with desire, a light shade of pink decorating his cheeks.

“Want my cock, baby? Huh? Want this as much as I do?” His clean fingers gently hold your jaw open, as he places the stained ones on your mouth. You suck on them, tasting yourself and making such dirty sounds that make him grunt.

“Yes, please. Want your cock inside me. Want you to fuck me, Natsuo” You beg, mumbling through his fingers. “Make me yours.”

The last words seem to fire a light inside of him, as he smiles at you wolfishly. Natsuo grabs his erection, teasing the tip on your wet entrance. You give him a fucked out smile, softly moaning at his actions.

“You’re such a tease, _____. I’ve been fantasizing about your sweet, tight pussy forever.” He groans, finally pushing his fat cock inside of you. It stretches you in the most delicious way, hitting spots you’ve never reached before — nor your or anyone else.

He grabs your legs, folding them against your chest, and you whine at the new found angle. It’s so deep, he’s so big. It’s overwhelming.

“Fuck, Natsuo! So good, so fucking good.”

He makes a strangled noise in return, picking up the rhythm. The slapping sound of his balls against you is filthy, and it only adds to the feeling. Natsuo – who’s usually very well composed and controlled, looks wild and predatory.

“Yeah, am I fucking you good baby? Am I fucking you dumb, so dumb you can’t even talk properly?”

You whine, only nodding in response. The bubble of warmth starts to grow on your abdomen again.

“Fuck, fuck.” He groans. “Are you on the pill?”

Rapidly, you nod, silently consenting what you know he’s actually asking for.

“Gonna feel you up so good, baby. Gonna make you mine.” He places a couple of digits against your puffy clit, rubbing them in circles, and you cry even louder.

“Cum for me, baby. Can feel you clenching down on me. Go ‘head, I got ya.”

You feel the Earth stutter on its axis as a white hot feeling explodes on your tummy, making your legs shake. Waves of fire travel through your entire body, as your vision slightly fades to black. You can feel Natsuo spill inside of you, with a groan of your name against your ear.

You stay like this, for a moment, lost in blissful silence. Hissing, he removes his now soft dick from inside of you, his cum spilling out. Slowly, your breathing comes back to normal and you sit up, finding your lover with a wet cloth on his hands.

Gently, in between soft kisses and praises of “you did so good for me” and “love you, love you so much”, he cleans you up, just enough so you won’t be too uncomfortable before summoning the energy to go shower with him.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too.”

Natsuo looks at you, adoringly, slowly taking in the fact that you’re his. The only thing he’s ever chosen in life, the only thing that actually belongs to him, he won’t have to share.

He smiles at the feeling.

“Mine.” He whispers, before kissing you one more time. “Now let’s take a shower, stinky.”

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natsuosstuff · 1 year

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Oh my lord , why is he so hot 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😕😕

#anime #my hero academia #natsuo x reader #mha hawks #endeavor #natsuo todoroki #byakuya kuchiki smut #mirio headcanons #all might #mha todoroki #mha manga #dabi is touya #dabi #hot guy #horikoshi art

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blondieeu · 4 months

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。　　　　✧　　　　⁺　　　。BLONDIEEU �� MHA M.LIST

✩° ⋆⸜ ✮ OUT NOW !

AIZAWA S.

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EIJIROU K.

Luv This Shit — in which eijirou, your boyfriend, is mixed up with some gang activity..

IZUKU M.

Blame — in which izuku is a dirty cheater and he has no clue how to stop!

KATSUKI B.

Pyrimids — in which you and your boyfriend vlog while youre pregnant

In My Room — in which your boyfriend loves making you cream

(2) Missed Calls — in which katsuki is on a business trip and can’t help but call his girlfriend despite the time difference

One In A Million— in which youre an actor couple with Bakugou!

Sleepy — in which your boyfriend is secretly clingy

Hold On — in which your boyfriend is a pro hero

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Nightlight — in which your ex boyfriend really wants you back

COMING SOON !

HANTA S.

Make luv — in which sero really doesn’t care about his girlfriends lil attitude

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sweetbbyshion · 1 year

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Night Out

-> Natsuo Todoroki x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Natsuo Todoroki

genre: smut

summary: Your boyfriend, Natsuo, gets a bit excited when he sees you get ready for a night out

warnings: established relationship, pet names (baby, sweetheart, babe), blowjob, cum swallowing and facial

You catch Natsuo’s eyes through the reflection of the mirror you're standing in front of. He eyes your body, unaware that you stopped trying to put on some earrings and are now watching him. The faint blush on his cheeks is cute and you have to hold back a laugh when said blush intensifies when his eyes stop on your uncovered legs. You knew what you were doing when you waltz into the room wearing only underwear, claiming that you wanted to do your makeup and hair before putting on your clothes. Since then, his eyes haven't left your body, sneakily grabbing a pillow to cover his visible boner. You don't miss the way Natsuo grips the pillow, knuckles turning white, when you shift your body weight from one leg to the other. The music playing in the background doesn't help ease up the sexua tension in the room, so thick that you could cut it with a knife. However, you won't be the first one to crack. By the looks of it though, your boyfriend looks like he will be the first.

It's the vision of you leaning in to see if your makeup looks good that finally makes him stand up and walk up to you, arms sneaking around your waist as his face hides in your neck. “You smell good”, he murmurs. Even if he is trying to not be noticeable, you feel the way he slowly grinds against you.

“Can we do it?” Natsuo whispers, leaving a small kiss on your neck and then another on your shoulder.

“I have to leave in like ten minutes. We can do it when I get back.” you say, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

The man pushes you against the full length mirror and you hiss at the feeling of the cold glass on your back. He sucks where your shoulder and neck meet and you roll your eyes at the obvious motive of why he is leaving hickeys. “I’ll just cover the hickeys with foundation. You know that, right?”

Natsuo laughs against your neck, the sound reverberating through your whole body. “No, you won’t. You like when I mark you. And I like it because it keeps people away from my sweetheart.” His hand sneaks under your bra, fondling one of your breasts as he sighs. “God, baby, you are so hot. I want you to go out and have fun with your friends but at the same time I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of here.”

“That's too bad, isn't it?” you tease, moving your hand to grab his hair and pull him back.

He hisses at the pain caused by you pulling his hair but his expression of pain quickly turns into a smirk. “You know that turns me on, baby.”

“Anything turns you on, fucking pervert.”

Still, you drop on your knees. A blowjob will be quicker than sex so Natsuo will have to be satisfied with this and wait until you get home from hanging out with your friends.

You pull down his sweatpants, his dick jumping free and you don't know why you're surprised at the lack of underwear. Your lips wrap carefully around his head, sucking softly. While you have to leave soon, you don't want to ruin your makeup too much. However, it seems like your boyfriend has a different idea. His big hand grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you to take his dick until the base, your nose touching the trimmed pubes. You gag a bit at the way he forces you to take all of him without a warning. He laughs at your attempt of looking angry, with tears threatening to spill from your waterline and a mouth full of cock. Natsuo pulls your head back, letting you take a deep breath. “Jackass.” You murmur before running your tongue over the side of his dick, noticing the lipstick marks left behind.

You doubt he will move to get some lube so you just let a glob of spit fall and use it to jerk him off. His hand is still on your hair but this time holding your hair back so he can see your face properly. You look up at him through your eyelashes and the way he spurs pre-cum makes it clear that he likes it. You take your mouth to one of his balls, sucking it gently then switching to the other while your hand still moves up and down. His head drops back as he lets out a deep groan. You go back to sucking his dick, it will be easier for him to cum on your mouth than your face. He moves his hips as you bob your head up and down, using your hand to help you. His groans and moans grow louder the closer he gets to his orgasm. It's always a good sight to see your boyfriend’s expression when he is so close, chest moving quickly like he just ran a marathon and his eyes get glossy when the orgasm finally crashes.

You don't know if you were just unlucky or if your boyfriend did it on purpose but, while you're jerking him through his orgasm, his cock escapes from your mouth and most of his cum spills on your face. Natsuo comes down from his high, he starts laughing loudly when he looks down to see you looking angrily at him.

“I hate you so much.”

“Babe, it wasn't on purpose!” he says between laughs as he watches you get up and march to the bathroom. “Be glad I was holding your hair or you’d have to wash it again.”

“Remember how I said we could have sex when I came back?” You say, smiling and batting your eyelashes, a towel in your hand. “You can forget it.” You say, still smiling, before trying to hit him with the towel.

Instead of leaving soon, you wasted 20 more minutes and had to hear your friends’ teasing all night. It was all his fault.

#kora posts!#natsuo x reader #natsuo smut #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut #bnha natsuo #mha natsuo #natsuo todoroki #natsuo todoroki x reader #natsuo todoroki smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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bnha hybrid x human reader

18+ Tumblr Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

All contain mature content / smut.

Mostly afab readers, but some gn.

Gif not mine.

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Boku no Hero Academia

Home Sweet Home

Puppy!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: smut (panty-sniffing, crotch-sniffing, breeding kink, scent kink?) dubcon, not proofread

Exploring Eachother

Mershark Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader

Hybrid Cow Kirishima w/ Farmer Reader HC

W: Breeding Kink, Milking (His Dick and His Tits), Lactation Kink

Kitty Hybrid!Bakugou

Tags: Smut, fluff, imagine, ‘thinking about…’

bad behavior, good reward

puppy! natsuo todoroki x gn! reader

cw/tw: soft dom reader, needy sub + dog hybrid natsuo, hints of scent kink

Heat

Cow Hybrid!Sub!Shigaraki x gn!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Cock Milking, Male Lactation, Overstimulation

Hybrid Headcanons

ft. AIZAWA, SHINSO, DABI and SHIGARAKI

Note: Contains some NSFW when it comes to their ruts

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inkykeiji · 10 months

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idk why but dried fruit with Touya-nii's natsuo sounds like it could be rlly cute!! if it hasn't been claimed yet i'd love to see that

prompt: dried fruit series: touya-nii warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationships, implied drug addiction, facefucking, natsuo being scummy just like his older brother taught him to words: 1k

waaah sorry this wasn’t really cute anon >.< but i hope you enjoy anyway!

“These aren’t the same as gummies,” you mumble out through a pout, taking a particularly vicious bite out of a dried apricot, fruit sticky and stringy.

“No, but they’re better for you.”

“Not better for your teeth.”

“If you want to get technical,” Natsuo begins, fixing you with a look. “They are, even if it’s only marginally.”

With a sigh, you glance down at the coffee table, chucking your half-finished apricot on the wood with a dense splat. “They’re yucky, and I don’t like them.”

“You don’t have to eat them,” Natsuo reminds you, voice hardening. “They’re merely meant to be a substitute for your apparent gummy candy addiction.”

“How come you and Touya-nii get to have vices, and I don’t?”

It’s brave, bold, a grumbled out statement that sounds as crumpled as your forehead looks, that slips unconsciously from your lips, your eyes widening a little as the last bit leaves your tongue.

Natsuo’s surprised, too, abundantly evident in the widened eyes mirroring yours and the soft rush of air that leaves his mouth.

Muscles stiffening, you brace for the impact, for the bellowing and the berating you’re sure is to follow after such a rude remark, expression teetering on a wince, anticipating the blow.

But then the shock fades from Natsuo’s face, a peculiar type of amusement eating through it, and he laughs, loud and deep, enough to send gentle tremors through the hardwood floor.

“You’ve got a bit of spitfire in you today!” he hollers, smile so wide you can see the dried fruit welded to his molars, muted colours filling the dips and dimples. “Oh, if niisan could have heard you say that...”

And although it’s sighed out in amusement, the sentence makes your heart plummet, ice curling around your organs, slow and steady, and you shiver, skin rippling from the impact.

“Please don’t tell Touya-nii I said that,” you nearly whimper out, an automatic plead, desperate and wavering with the threat of tears.

Your statement seemingly sobers him, eradicating all remnants of amusement from his face. He regards you carefully, a hint of suspicion tainting his features; narrowing his eyes, screwing up a corner of his mouth. “Why shouldn’t I?”

It’s in these moments that you see a flash of Touya, a residual film of Touya’s impact, glimmering in gunmetal eyes.

“He deserves to know when you’re being a brat, doesn’t he? How else is he supposed to correct your behaviour otherwise?”

It’s difficult to tell if Natsuo’s actually serious, facial features expertly schooled into a mask of passivity, a talent passed down and perfected from his big brother.

“I—I didn’t mean it, I swear! I was jealous; it was just a stupid thing that came out of my mouth!”

“And that somehow justifies your bratty behaviour? Irregardless of the reason why you said it, you still said it. That’s the important part here.”

“I—No, of course not,” your head is shaking, hard and fast, tears rapidly collecting in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I just—I shouldn’t have said that. Please—”

“Apologies don’t teach lessons, sweetheart.”

His arms cross over his chest, muscles bulging against the hem of his short sleeves, and he raises a brow in question. The corner of his lips twitches, threatening to grow into a lopsided smirk, but his eyes are sharp, gleaming with shards of inquisition.

“Please, Natsuo, I’ll do anything,” you whimper, the words trembling and airy, beseeching gaze darting around his face. The thought of disappointing Touya, of upsetting him, is more than you can possibly bear, a deep, heavy ache taking root in your chest, sinking through flesh and blood to settle at your core. “Just don’t tell Touya.”

Anything turns out to be taking his intimidatingly impressive cock down your pretty little throat.

It’s fucking massive; so thick you can barely fit a fist around it and ivied with gorging veins that twine around the shaft, throbbing in time with each surge of blood rushing southward. It’s already leaking, so much that pre-cum has rolled down the head to collect in his foreskin, milky and pearlescent; so much that it paints the back of your throat in one bitter stroke of translucent ivory as he shoves himself into your waiting mouth.

It’s over surprisingly quickly; Touya-nii likes to fuck your throat, too, rougher and faster than Natsuo did, and usually can’t cum until he’s made a thorough mess of your face—eyes so overflowing with tears that your lashes are soaked, clumped into spikes with teardrops teetering at the points; salt and sweat streaking your cheeks, all shiny and crusty and dry and tight; spit and pre-cum steadily oozing from the corners of your lips, dribbling down slow and viscous to glaze your chin and drip off your jaw.

But Natsuo doesn’t seem to need any of that, filling your mouth with thick, hot cum the moment after a singular tear breaks free from your wet lashes, streaming down your cheek and leaving the prettiest glittering trail in its wake.

As it turns out, none of this even matters, Touya arriving home from his workday with a knowing grin on his face, eyes alight with the thrill of it all.

He doesn’t even need to say anything.

You can read his facial expressions almost as well as he can read yours, now.

“Natsuo!” you cry, gaze flying to his face. “You said you wouldn’t tell!”

The words quiver with your bottom lip, too stringy and whiny than you intended.

“Aw, don’t act so upset,” Natsuo waves you off with a hand, though mirth shines on his face, chiseled into his smile, swimming in his eyes. “You know the guilt would’ve eaten away at you anyway, and you would’ve ended up telling him on your own. I just sped up the process.”

The betrayal stings, cheeks prickling with fire as if he had physically backhanded you, but you should’ve known better; how could you have been so stupid, so naive, to believe that he’d actually keep a secret for you, that he’d actually ever go against his big brother, your big brother, for you?

Because Natsuo preens beneath his big brother’s praise, straightens his spine and puffs out his chest when Touya claps an approving hand on his shoulder, clamping down and digging into plush muscle. Because Natsuo smiles so brightly, so widely it must hurt his face, lips stretching and cheeks bunching up, when Touya tells him he did a good job.

And, really, how could you ever compete with that?

#natsuo todoroki x reader #todoroki natsuo smut #todoroki natsuo x reader #todoroki natsuo x you #todoroki touya x you #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #feel free to let me know ur thoughts anon bb!!#please have a marvellous day and stay safe out there!!#touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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fairyvibez · 11 months

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Mha tarot cards?

Should I post a sneak peak👀👀

I’m also working on a boba series I’ll post a pic later 👁👅👁

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chaibewriting · 2 years

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GENERATIONAL DAMAGE

prince! enji todoroki x poc friendly! fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kiddos

previous chapter chapter two || masterpost next chapter

author’s note: hello sweet bun! welcome to another chapter of one of my upcoming series! i hope that you enjoy and as for the fanart above, i drew it as my headcannon of what enji currently looks like since he’s a bit on the younger side (screaming without the s). ~ tap image for better quality ~ anyways, let’s get into it 😩

content warnings: injuries, fighting/sparring, blood, dabi has PTSD, hurt and comfort, enji is an asshole as usual, angsty, emotional,

word count: 2.6k

Taken aback, Y/N had been dragged along, unable to fully take in her surroundings considering the grip that Enji had on her, pulling her along as if she weighed nothing. She never expected to be manhandled in such a way and was having trouble getting her thoughts together, not even being able to use her quick wit to get her out of this situation.

Before she knew it, the three of them had ended up in a rather spacious room that seemed to have been worn down from overuse.

You couldn’t miss the way that Dabi’s hand seemed to tremble. Something in this room was spooking him but you were unable to pinpoint what it was exactly.

Once you were fully inside of the room, the magnificent doors shutting behind you, Enji finally removed his hand from your arm, leaving you to collect yourself after being so swiftly removed from the ballroom.

At this point, you could zero fucks about this man’s status, pissed about how roughly he had handled you, and decided to do something like this without even asking.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Didn’t your parents teach you some manners?” You all but barked at the bulky redhead, glaring into his oceanic eyes that held a dangerous glint in them. Something was really off with this guy.

Ignoring your questions as well as your blatant disrespect, Enji spoke, “Fight me. Prove to me that you’re worth my hand in marriage.”

Your jaw nearly fell off right then and there after hearing his proposal. Seconds passed and everything snapped together, making you straighten up, all while still holding little Dabi’s hand as you considered this man’s words. There were so many things to consider.

Your mother had wanted you to find a way to create more allies, and help your kingdom become stronger whilst your father’s health had declined. If you were to get married then you could lessen the load on the back of your parents and gather your responsibilities as queen.

As you began to further ponder his words, your eyes drifted to the side and somewhat behind you to take a glance at Dabi who soon met your eyes, his eyes widening in shock and surprise, not able to say anything as he simply waited for either of you to say something.

You took his expression, as well as Enji’s burning gaze, and cleared your throat before deciding to let go of Dabi’s hand, causing the boy to nearly whimper at the loss of contact. Swiftly turning around to face him, you squatted down to his height and stroked his hair a few times before offering a reassuring smile, whispering to him in a comforting manner, “No need to look so pale, little one. Nothing bad’s going to happen, okay?”

Hearing those words, he looked at you as if you had two heads, undoubtedly knowing something that you didn’t.

Enji, observing the exchange between the two of you, smirked at your comment and then began to remove his flashy blazer as well as the ruffled button-up that was especially suffocating, only a dark tank top being left in their absence. He flexes his muscular arms and then got into a fighting stance, sizing you up as he waited for you to get into position as well.

You motioned for Dabi to back away from the scene so that he wouldn’t end up getting injured in the process of this “sparring match.”

When you had finally turned to face Enji, you couldn’t help the way your eyes had lingered on his muscular form, drinking him in like a cold glass of water. As quickly as you stared at him was as quickly as you tore your gaze away from his body, deciding to adjust your own clothing so that you could move around a little more freely (as freely as you could in that stupid dress, anyways).

Getting into your own stance, though you lacked any formal combat training you did know how to protect yourself somewhat since being a princess could lead to some tricky situations, Enji took that as a sign that you were ready to fight him and proceeded to burst into flames, rushing towards you at an unbelievable speed.

Fire, that was his awakened power, though you did not know anything else aside from that. You could work with that.

Your body soon became engulfed in our own black flames that were a bit smokey, your eyes covered by multicolored flames. You see his movements before they even came at you but that did not mean you were able to dodge all of them considering his swiftness and speed, though you tried to dodge the best you could.

When prompted to, you would dodge, weave, and block, grunting and hissing when he came into contact with your limbs or other parts of your body, offering up a counterattack using your powers to push him back and create distance between the both of you.

Though you were holding your own, even injuring prince Enji in the process (much to his surprise) it was obvious who was the victorious one in this battle and it sure as hell was not you. To put it plainly, he was kicking your ass but you were somewhat expecting that you were still considerably well-off in the durability aspect of your abilities which further proved your worth in Enji’s eyes.

Off to the side, nearly tucked away into the nearest corner, Dabi watched the two of you fight with shaking limbs, his voice caught up in the back of his throat as he watched his father hit and strike you without remorse or holding back… just as he did with him. The pain of seeing you in such a state made him think of his own, causing him to shrink in on himself and fall to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest tears spilling from his eyes while he covered his ears.

“PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T HURT HER ANYMORE!” His little voice cried out, shaking in the process as he tried his best to project.

His sudden shout caused you to turn your head sharply to scope out his location, a crestfallen expression gracing your face when you had noticed how he had curled in on himself yet his eyes caught yours for the umpteenth time that evening, except this time they were glossy and worried.

While you were distracted, a rookie mistake for any fighter, Enji had taken the opportunity to overtake you, striking you with some much force and power that you few across the room and knocked into the wall, yelping as you slammed into it, dropping to the floor. You laid there, losing consciousness for a split second before coming too again, slowly lifting yourself up before you glanced at Enji’s face with nothing but rage and hatred, opening your mouth as smoke escaped from it. Your pupils turned into splits and you swore that you had seen red for a second until you began coughing, looking away from his triumphant face. You roughly rubbed at your throat and chest, wincing at the pain where he had struck you- your cheek, it would certainly leave a bruise from the punch he had landed on you.

You could already feel the blood trickling from your nose as well as your busted lip but chose to ignore it, trying to regain the feeling in your leg so that you could go and kick his face in for what he had done.

However, that soon changed when Dabi came stumbling over to you like a frightened lamb, throwing himself onto you as he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck and then cried, almost instantly soaking your skin in his tears, “Y/N…” You’d stiffened immediately, slowly starting to acknowledge the true damage that Enji had caused in the midst of your fight, but you wrapped your arms around Dabi and held him close, tracing circles onto his back to attempt to soothe him. Your eyes looked away from Enji, more focused on the crying child who resided in your arms. Your injuries could wait, this was more pressing.

As you continued to soothe the crying child, you shut your eyes and blocked Enji’s presence out completely, focusing on Dabi and Dabi only as he slowly began to relax in your arms, his sobbing turning into light sniffles.

“You’ve got potential. Consider yourself lucky, potential future queen of Ignis,” Enji said from where he stood, which seemed to be a foot in front of you. You had been so focused on Dabi that you hadn’t noticed the closing distance between yourself and the merciless man who had put you and Dabi in this position.

You looked up at him and squinted at him the best you could with the slight swelling of your right eye, glaring at him as he glared right back at you, even though his gaze seemed to soften just a teaspoon as he watched you comfort his son. The both of you shared gazes for a bit longer, almost like an eternity before he finally turned and left the room, leaving you to console his son after he redressed himself. You watched as he had left, eyes remaining on the door even after they had shut. Only then did you start to truly take your surroundings in.

The moonlit sky showed brightly through the windows on the wall opposite of you, lighting the gigantic room up with blues and whites that made you realize that this was a training room, a few decimated dummies made of hay splayed around the room. Scorch and burn marks littered the floors and walls, you could only assume this was Enji’s own private gym, even noticing the variety of medieval work-out equipment that was spread out in the room.

Whilst you were observing the room and using your quirk to slowly heal yourself, you failed to notice that the toddler you held in your arms was now fast asleep, it seemed that being so upset had tuckered him out and he felt safe enough to slumber in your embrace. A bittersome scene.

…

It was somewhat anticipated that you would not return to the ballroom, but Enji had decided it was the best time to share his news. His mother would be pleased, she had been the one bitching at him about finding a suitable partner anyways. And he had found one.

As Enji had reentered, bruises apparent on his face that was unscathed before he’d left, the ballroom, not a trace of you or his son in sight, many onlookers began to speculate what had happened, some even having to stop themselves from gasping at the sight of him. Had he taken you to his private quarters and attempted to ravish you only to be met with physical rejection? Did you strike one of the strongest heirs amongst the kingdoms? What had happened exactly?

“Mother, I’ve found someone suitable to my taste,” he suddenly said as he bowed in front of the throne that his mother sat in, glancing over her disheveled-looking son with an unamused expression.

The queen remained silent, not saying a thing to his words. Instead, she waited for him to further elaborate on his words, which he got the hint of. The room had fallen completely quiet, everyone within it began to listen in on the exchange between the two, wanting to know more.

Your mother had conspicuously come closer to listen in as well, worried about what had happened to you. If he had done anything horrible to you she would do everything in her power to kill him, she did not mind the war that could come if she had to make it a reality.

“We fought. Though she lacks in experience, she would make a powerful queen, just as you had asked of me,” he continued, slowly standing up straight to stare at the older woman as he spoke, “We will make powerful children together, I am certain of that. Her awakened power is something that I have never seen before but I am sure it could truly be destructive.”

The queen of Ignis retained her bored expression but then slowly sat up when he had said something so profound about having strong offspring, this seemed to please her, even though anyone looking at her who did not know her mannerisms would have never noticed.

“Very well, we will schedule a meeting between kingdoms and plan accordingly. I will trust your judgment for now unless I have a reason not to.”

Truth be told, she had been witness to the exchange between her son and Y/N but she had ended up losing interest and dissociated from the situation, completely ignoring everything around her, she hadn’t even truly looked at you anyways.

After the exchange between her son and herself, which could have happened in a more private setting, she finally acknowledged the many witnesses around them and scoffed before waving her hand around, “Continue as you were before.” Almost immediately, the orchestra began to play again, filling the awkward silence with classical music and people returned to the dance floor, attempting to continue as nothing had happened.

…

Sitting in this position was starting to take a toll on your lower body, and you were starting to become concerned about your mother’s safety which filled you with a new determination as you slowly managed to get onto your feet while holding Dabi safely in your arms. With the aid of the wall that your back had been resting against for some minutes now you eventually made it to your feet and grunted at the feelings of pins and needles that shot up your left, leaving you temporaily paralyzed and silently hissing at the uncomfortable sensation of static.

Once you’d got rid of the sensation in your leg, you exhaled and then began to walk towards the doors that led you in here, using your power to open the doors before you before stepping out into the cold, dimly lit hallway. You began to try and recollect your steps, turning in the direction of where you had come from, slowly walking down the hall with the slumbering toddler in your arms who had begun to drool on your shoulder.

Suddenly stopping, you remembered your current state and sighed, leaning over just slightly to fix the bottom of your skirt that you had tucked into your underslip, trying your best to readjust your dress before continuing your journey to the ballroom, Dabi in tow.

As you began to approach the ballroom, you noticed a familiar form lingering in front of the opened doors, shifting her weight around as she seemed to be waiting for something. Your speed picked up when you realized it was your mother who had been anxiously waiting for you, pestering the guards on duty with questions about your whereabouts. No one would give her the information she needed and she was on the verge of using her fists instead of her words.

“Mom,” you chirped to her, closing the distance between the two of you. Hearing your voice, your mother turned to you quickly and smiled when she realized that you weren’t dead but her face immediately fell when she had noticed the state you were in, quickly approaching you to look at you with worry in her eyes. “What the hell happened?” She whispered-yelled, realizing that you were still holding the sleeping boy comfortably in your arms.

The question made you sigh but you decided to joke a little, trying to lessen the awkwardness that was starting to blossom, “I got us a new ally. Aren’t you proud of me?”

…

Hope you enjoyed today’s chapter! More drama to come!! :v

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tobegiggledat · 2 years

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The Last to Spare

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

❀pairing: Natsuo Todoroki × afab!reader (no pronouns used)

❀ warnings: fantasy au, death mention, grief/loss, guilt, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, slight temperature play, overstimulation

❀word count: 5.8k

❀summary: “A village that's immune to time”, or so they say…Not many have traveled far within it to see the frozenly preserved people of said village and the flower that's responsible for their state—but for some reason you think you'll be able to.

❀a/n: Wrote this cuz Natsuo and I share the same birthday, and are now the same age😝twinnem👯. I was doing research on Japanese alpine flowers for this fic even though they’re not that relevant🧑‍🔬…

It's been a week since your eyes glazed over at the sight of your sickly childhood friend, and since then you’ve vowed to make it the last time you’d sit by idly as they wither away to an unknown illness.

They’ll die before they’re treated at this rate, but the solution to their strife lies in a land that you've only ever heard of through rumors. And while it isn't promising, neither is waiting for a miracle.

“A village that's immune to time”, or so people say.…Not many have traveled far within it to see the frozenly preserved people of said village and the flower that's responsible for their state, but for some reason you think you'll be able to.

Yes, for as long as your loved one wrestles an undetermined fate, you’ll decide to go beyond it. You'll fight with your being to reach this source of cryogenic immortality, and you'll pluck enough of its stems to last you a lifetime.

The wind that passes through the mountains is icy and unforgiving, its frost settles across your eyelashes to make them heavy and glistening under the sliver of sun that still protrudes from the clouds.

Your muscles are nearly solid despite the layers of animal hides and fur that cloak your body.

According to word of mouth, you may have another few miles of relatively tame snowfall compared to what awaits. The turbulent path ahead diverts every which way, and it’s enough to leave any of your lingering doubts behind, too captured by the obstacles before you to let such thoughts manifest.

And so, the visions of your friend's cracking blue lips, and thinning locks, temporarily fade from your synapses.

And for a moment, you no longer wonder why you might be the one to survive while they might not be…

You eventually step between a narrow opening upheld by two rectangular slates, and ahead of it you spot the etched stone you were told to be wary of by those that informed you of this path.

The message etched in stone roughly reads: The Village of The Snowflake. What lies beyond it is much graver than the downpours you faced back home; what awaits you is a thick, impervious storm.

The way to the village is composed of three layers; the first two, Komakusa and Kuroyuri, are said to be the easiest to pass through with average winter gusts and a short combined walking distance. Though, the third, Sasa, contains swift winds dense with ice from the lack of moisture. It's impenetrable, and most succumb to frostbite or hypothermia near the middle of the journey, but you mustn't let this dissuade you.

With a deep breath, you take the first step past the entrance and toward a rise above fate.

Only snowfall makes up the area for as far as you can see, but you were told these details ahead of time, along with notable landmarks and possible places for shelter (the nearest cabin is about 8 kilometers within Komakusa).

Sasa doesn't contain nearly as many luxuries, although details on it are already sparse. After all, The Village of The Snowflake doesn’t get many visitors besides the trespassers that trickle in to defile “divine lands”.

It’s an outdated view held amongst your elders, but you can’t shake the possibility of their being a grain of truth to it—that is, if such a village exists in the first place. Maybe the gods have only reserved immortality for those worthy of it…

The winds travel at speeds you're familiar with, and eventually, you find yourself shedding your damp snow boots at a cabin door, and the wooden floorboards cool beneath your aching feet. You trail across the abandoned rooms in hopes of finding any trinkets that may have been left behind by past travelers or village artifacts that could’ve been left untouched by them.

It’s been over half a century since anyone else has inhabited this cottage, but it’s apparent. The air reeks of dust and mildew while the insulation is porous and flaking to the touch. A few damp spots on the floor planks are too soft to walk on, denting with each press of your steps and leaving a mushy residue on your soles.

You think it’s best to make use of the little insulation you have anyways, gathering the tinder you’ve packed and heading over to the fireplace. With a swift swipe of a match, you set the material ablaze and relish in the instant comfort it provides you.

The heat sets your bones alight just as it did the straw, its gentle crackling tickles your ears with its soothing sounds and leaves an imprint of goosebumps across your skin.

You do a bit more exploring of the cabin, eyeing shelves and displaced panels along the walls, but the edge of a burlap sack catches your attention, tucked away in a hole in the corner of a bedroom.

You pry at the peeling paper around it until a hole big enough to remove it is created. Your fingers swipe away at the debris entangled in its fibers before examining it more closely; a loosely tied knot lies within its center while its constituent’s weight rests heavy on your fingertips.

Upon opening it, a waft of stale air hits your nostrils followed by another cloud of dust, which you hastily clear so that you could finally look through the bag’s contents.

The most noticeable item is a red spined book with decomposing pages, thick and with stained edges, the other two items are a rusted blade and a wooden pipe of some sort.

One glance while flipping through the first few pages tells you deciphering it will be no easy task, and quite frankly, it’s hard for you to gather the energy for it at this hour. You hurriedly place the artifacts back in the satchel before tying it to one of the straps on your bag.

Vast lands still await you, and the stop here was only meant for you to collect yourself and have a small meal before departing.

You reach for what you’ve packed, gulping down your loaves and a bit of water without a moment to savor the taste, then extinguishing the fireplace and shoving your boots back on to walk another stretch of snow.

The bag on your shoulders nearly buckles with the added weight, but hopefully the artifacts will be worth the trouble in the end.

The next rest stop is another 10 kilometers, and is within Kuroyuri. You waste no time in getting started, taking strategic breaths between well-paced strides and replenishing with water whenever necessary.

The sudden dark petaled flowers along your path have you stopping in your tracks to inspect the phenomenon. There are still flowers blooming despite the chilly season?

Summer flora during winter might be the first signs of the increasingly preserved life toward the village—and this fact is quick to lighten the load of worries on your mind.

Temporary vitality surges through your nerves at the promises that lie ahead, you walk more briskly and take fewer breaks, even avoiding the next rest stop entirely.

It's as if you couldn't feel the cold at all, marching, and stepping, and stumbling, until you are facing much thicker winds, as they nearly fold you over from its pressure.

But soon, you arrive near the dreaded Sasa, and any trace of prior energeticness you had is stripped from your body in an instant.

It's chilling how stark the contrast between the second and third layer is, as a frosty barrier stirs between the sides, making it so that just hovering your fingers near it has them curling backwards from the drastic change in pressure.

Are you certain that you're different from any other traveler? It's a fleeting but reasonable thought.

It doesn't matter. You’re quick to refute, because you'd rather die trying than live any more of your days passively.

You push forward with only the strength of your tenacity as your backbone, but it isn’t enough. The pressure is constant and debilitating, it’s quick to bring you to your knees and leave you with only your upper arms to fight against it.

It goes on for what feels like hours, before it suddenly stops.

It’s quiet, the whipping sounds of the wind no longer plague your eardrums. It’s all over…

It’s all over until you spot a figure just ahead of you with lightly-colored locks that blend with the snow.

At first, he’s turned away, preoccupied, while having little regard for his surroundings, but then his striking silver gaze meets yours, tugging you into its deep, reflective pools and glistening with utmost importance—two rare, imported coins.

He’s mesmerizing, especially as he stands still and unharmed despite the chaotic gust that surrounds him.

“You shouldn’t be here”, he warns sternly with his pale features washed out like the bleak sky above, jaw tightened and brows creased in your direction.

“And you should?”, you question with a lilt of annoyance, your body on guard of the stranger.

His rigidity loosens a little. “Look, I’m just trying to help you—”

“I came here knowing the dangers already”, you snap. “Plus, this place isn't safe for you either”, you add just as harshly even though deep down you know this isn’t the truth. He looks as if the arctic has always been his home, exuding an aura of connectedness with the mountains and its ever-changing weather.

“We're different, and I know you realize it too. You’ll die without me.” His words are blunt, yet his expression is sincere.

“How are you so sure—“, you begin but your words die out when a harsh breeze passes just as you speak, as if to silence your foolish counter.

“It’s best you come with me”, he suggests.

And you can only nod.

The man trudges forward with thick snow piling at his feet while you follow shortly behind him, never walking directly beside him nor in his path.

His ears and neck are tainted the slightest pink as his scarf does little to warm them from the cold. He rubs his mittened hands together between strides, occasionally pressing his heated palms to the sides of his face for comfort.

The only sound you hear is the crunching snow from you and his conjoined steps, along with your breaths as they fan out and condense in the cool air.

“Why’d you come here?”, he finally questions, eyes still locked on the trail before him.

“I came for a flower”, you say softly. “Bloom of Being, I’m sure you've heard of it?”

The man nervously palms the back of his neck. “Yeah, but it’s not worth the trouble of coming out here for it.”

“I need it for someone back home”, you hesitantly add.

“I see.” He stops walking for a moment, then turns to you. “I can take you to it, if you’d like?” He gives a gentle smile, with no remnants of his earlier hostility present.

“Yes, that'd be great…” You try to return his expression, but it's weak.

“Natsuo”, he suddenly introduces and places a hand outwardly.

You take his hand and do the same.

You eventually arrive at a cottage much like the one you were in before, except more furnished and spacious.

The main room is warm and smells of fresh fire. Small olive curtains line its windows while a thick rug rests in the center, occupying most of the mahogany flooring.

“It looks like you’ve been living here for a while”, you say upon inspection, removing your boots and coat before placing them near the doormat. The softness of the rug feels good on your aching feet.

“Believe me it’s only been a week or so”, Natsuo replies while doing the same.

He paces over to a countertop, while you seat yourself in one of the cushions near the floor.

“A week?”, you give him a puzzled look. “How have you remained in Sasa for so long?”

“Sasa?” Natsuo hands you a steaming cup before sitting beside you.

“The third layer, haven’t you heard? Storms that mimic wrath, winds that rival The Gods’ breath?”

“No, but I’ve kinda always been here, in a way, and I haven’t had much trouble with blizzards.”

You try to read his face for any signs of deceitfulness but to no avail. His eyes are as innocent as ever.

“Is that so?” You place down your cup to take a closer look at the map you brought. “Does that mean none of the rumors about The Village of the Snowflake are true?”, you ask yourself quietly but Natsuo hears too.

“A lot must’ve happened since I’ve been away”, he smiles awkwardly.

“It’s been said that this land is immune to time, and that its people preserved themselves to await a better future”, you add.

At that, Natsuo’s fists clench tightly in his lap, knuckles more crimson than its usual hue as his eyes glue to the quickly cooling cup in front of him.

“And you think a flower will make that possible?”, he asks softly before taking a sip. His shoulders are much stiffer than before, not that you notice.

“I’m not even sure anymore”, your voice is on the verge of cracking as your heart grows heavy from disappointment. Your journey has been fruitless so far.

Natsuo finally turns to give you a worried gaze. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing”, you brush him off with a wave of your hand then take a small sip of tea to ease the tightening in your chest.

A tense silence fills the room as the both of you pretend to be occupied with the drinks in front of you.

Though, Natsuo eventually breaks it. “So what are you gonna do now?”

You clear your throat before answering. “I think I’ll just head back home sometime tomorrow”, you say. “Like you mentioned earlier, the Bloom of Being doesn't seem to be worth the trouble. It was foolish of me to risk my life on a bunch of baseless rumors.” The relentless sorrow you’ve been trying to tame in the back of your mind begins to thrash for release, but you stifle it.

He stares at you with a mellow softness in his eyes. “You can stay here for as long as you’d like. It’s been a while since I’ve had company.” Natsuo grins, gentler than the ones before it.

“Thank you, I’m gonna need the rest”, you smile.

Natsuo collects your cup then heads back to the kitchen space in the corner. And despite your insistence against it, he also prepares a meal for two; grilled ice fish from the mountain rivers and a scoop of white rice beside it.

After the both of you finish your meals, Natsuo urgently removes his coat from the rack and slings on his boots.

“Are you heading out?”, you ask at his abruptness.

“Yeah, I cut some wood a while ago and I need to sled it here before the fire dies.” He flares out his cuffs and puts on his mittens.

“Oh, I'll come with you.” You swiftly rise to your feet.

“You really don't have to. I'm sure you've had a long day already.”

“No, worries. I still have some energy left in me.” You dart beside him.

“Great.”

You follow after his lead some more, but the distance isn't as far as before. Natsuo mightily tugs at the end of a metal sled, until you arrive, in which, you both load it with as many logs as the boards can handle without them overflowing.

“So you said you've been here for a week, right, Natsuo?” You attempt to strike up another conversation, logs in hand held tightly as you make your way over to the sled.

“Mhm, I actually grew up in this area but it's been a while since I've…really lived here.” He hands you a few more logs.

“I would say you must've had some interesting experiences growing up, but I'm sure most things I know about this place are made up.”

“Yeah, it's definitely not as special as people make it out to be.”

You hum in agreement then pause. “So, where’s the rest of your—“

“Why were you interested in freezing people in the first place?” Natsuo chimes, finally pulled from his task so that you occupy his attention. There's a weight to his stare much like your first encounter.

“Oh–Well, it’s a long story…” You load the last of the logs before going still. “My friend back at home’s real sick, and she needs a certain herb for her treatment that won't be in bloom until half a year from now. The doctor says she won't make it until then, so I thought to freeze her just until the time was right.”

A lull instills, laden with an emotion you can't place, yet it's difficult to move in. It urges you to gauge Natsuo's expression but he's unreadable.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you watch his curved form, his shoulders drooped and his head bowing.

“I'm sorry”, he uses his sleeve to wipe at his lashes. “It's just–it reminds me of something”, he sniffles with a noticeable glistening of his eyes. “You're an amazing friend.”

Initially, you don’t know what to make of his misplaced tears, but you gather up a polite reply anyways.

“Oh, thanks…” you say meekly, as you realize you haven’t had enough time to mourn the situation for yourself. You think he may have seen something in those words that you didn’t, an underlying powerlessness and guilt for existing. Or maybe…“What was your village like?”, you softly inquire…he has a struggle of his own that has allowed him to resonate with you.

“Well, I remember everyone being close, yet distant”, Natsuo begins, throat still froggy. “You could walk over to anyone and expect them to know you. We were all accepted for the most part, but it was so easy for that closeness to be used against you when you are expected to be a certain way.”

“What do you mean?”

“High expectations, you could say, but that isn't important anymore.” Natsuo cups the back of his head while shifting his gaze.

Then, he's quick to get back to the task at hand, without another word.

By the time you two return, the sun has already set.

He tells you to make yourself at home in a spare room just beside his, and you do so, placing down your sleeping bag in the center of it, then organizing your paraphernalia.

Once comfortable and alone, you look over your map once more and try to think of all that was spoken amongst the people in your town in hopes of discovering some missing clue you may have overlooked, but it seems to be of no use.

Before your optimism vanishes completely, you reach beside your bed and look into the burlap sack you tied to your bag handle earlier, but it's empty.

A gaping hole rests where the book, blade, and pipe once sat.

Did it fall out while you were in the middle of that storm? It's hard to say, but your only chance at finding out the truth of this village may rest in the snow. You have no choice but to go back out there and search for it, even if it means going against Natsuo’s orders.

So, it's what you do, quietly scurrying down the halls as if a late night bandit, until you manage to reach the front door without arousing suspicion.

You tread meticulously in the knee deep snow, slowly approaching the icy barrier you initially faced when reaching Sasa.

The sight is still strange to witness; the sudden polar sides of a storm and stillness.

But you enter it proudly with the most fortitude you can muster, attempting to push back against deathly swirls of ice—yet it gives you the same force just as you give it—actually a lot more.

It beats and beats and beats down against you, as your statuesque with its coldness making stone of your cells. The air is too thick to breathe in.

Before you realize it, your face instantly collides with the ground while the surrounding cyclone is sure to keep you pressed into it.

It's over you think.

You've failed your friend. You've failed your friend’s family. And you've disappointed Natsuo–

The weight on top of you disappears while the storm gradually settles around you. It's calm.

Did I make it past the barrier?

“—you doing out here?” A muffled voice comes from above. Your ears still ring from impact. “It's not safe for you to be on your own. I can't—I can't lose you too.” You're suddenly picked up and placed across someone’s back, but you're hesitant to accept it until you catch a glimpse of pale strands, and you rest against Natsuo’s shoulder gently.

He takes you back to his cottage before resting your back on a stack of pillows he put together.

A warm cup is then placed to your cold lips as he sits across from you.

“N-Natsuo?”, you say meekly, eyes heavy while taking in his bleary outline.

“Don't speak”, he hushes you. “Finish that before it gets cold.”

You nod, taking your time with it so as to regain the body heat you've lost. He leaves for the kitchen stove to retrieve the pot of water he’s been boiling before adjusting the temperature by adding handfuls of snow. He returns to your side with the now warm water and a rag then dips the cloth into the liquid and wrings it out to bring it to your cold skin. His touches are soft and careful. The featherlight trail has you wondering whether the heat that blooms in it’s wake is from your cheeks or the water. His concentrated gaze takes little notice of your nervous squirming beneath him, but when his eyes suddenly meet yours they quickly flit away as crimson dusts his features.

He withdraws the rag from your body once he’s satisfied with your condition. You hastily sit up to resume drinking the tea he gave you.

“Natsuo?”, you ask, upon slurping the last of the cup's contents.

“What is it?”

“I'm sorry.”

If he heard your apology, he doesn't acknowledge it, opting to shut his eyes for a moment.

“I heard you leave”, he eventually replies, fingers balled firmly at his sides. “Where were you going?”

“I went to look for a book I found a while ago”, your words are spoken timidly from your lips. “I think it might have more information about the rumors…”

“How are you so sure?” Glaring silver crosses the distance to meet your stare.

“I’m not, but it's the only option I’ve got.” Your bottom lip trembles as you attempt to bite back tears. “I can't give up, not after everyone has already put their faith in me. And even if the book is no good, I'll look for a solution of my own—”

“It isn't possible”, Natsuo says calmly but sternly.

Looking within his glowering pupils makes your intestines curl.

“What?” You unconsciously recoil from him.

“I said it won't work…” His face is somewhat pleading.

Strange. Is the only word that plagues your mind.

His insistence. His demeanor when certain things are brought up.

Everything about him so far has been strange.

“Now that I think about it…why does the storm always seem to stop around you?”, you finally gain the courage to question.

Natsuo's brows marginally raise. “What are you talking about?”

“The blizzard back there almost crushed me, but the moment you arrived it disappeared. It happened when I first met you as well.”

He doesn't answer.

“Is there something you're not telling me?”

He parts his lips slightly before closing them, eyes downcast as if recalling something distressing.

“I’d have to start from the beginning”, he whispers. “But can you handle the truth?” His sudden resolve tightens his expression.

You nod. “Tell me.”

“Every birth in The Village of the Snowflake begins with a ritual”, he starts in a murmur. “A newborn child is given a small portion of the Bloom of Being in hopes of ensuring their abilities are prosperous.”

“What abilities?” you ask softly.

“Glimmers, it's ice magic.” Natsuo showcases one of his palms to cast a small gust of ice from it. A flurry of snowflakes fill the room, and it glimmers just as the name suggests. You shiver slightly as it settles and melts on your skin, trying to contain your awe of his casual display.

“There was a prophecy that claimed the village would receive a child that would become the new symbol of peace, and they'd have a Glimmer that could restore the peace that the village once had”, he continues. “My father, knowing the way he was, did everything to ensure that he would have said child, and so I had 3 other siblings.” His features become more solemn.

“At first they all believed my youngest brother showed a lot of promise—I mean I did too. Until one day, I surpassed the limits of my abilities while on the brink of death. I developed an even stronger Glimmer, and for a moment I thought maybe I was the chosen one instead.”

“Don't tell me…”, you mumble.

“The village counsel was wary, much like you are now, until a doctor stood by my side and advocated for me. That's when the experiments began.”

“Experiments?”, you intervene once more, tongue curled in a slight syllable of horror.

Natsuo nods. “I began testing my abilities on flowers and organic life while under the doctor's supervision. He eventually concluded that my Glimmer was meant for paving a brighter future, and that I was to preserve the village's people until there is a time of peace.”

“That's quite a burden.” Carrying the fate of your friend has already been troublesome enough, you couldn’t imagine a whole village.

“It was, and a lot of people thought I wasn't up to the challenge and left before the trouble began.” Natsuo takes a break before continuing. A coat sleeve is brought up to hastily swipe at his eyes. “One day, I suddenly woke up only to find that no one else but me survived the transition”, he heaves softly. “It's been a week since, but I realize I don't have nearly as much control over my abilities as I thought.”

You swiftly reach over to secure your hands around his, and he looks up at you with sorrowful eyes.

“It wasn't supposed to be like this–I don't know what happened.” His sobs start to increase in volume.

“You had good intentions”, you console him, tenderly rubbing to ease the tension in his hands. “It's not like you knew things were going to end this way.”

“Why was I the only one to survive and not anyone else? I just can't help but think that they were right. Maybe Shoto was the true prophecy child after all and I ruined fate.”

You shake your head softly. “If that were the case then this wouldn’t have happened at all, isn’t that how fate works? I think how things go are just how things go, nothing is meant to happen or not meant to happen. Otherwise, it implies that all occurrences are justified, even bad ones. The only thing you can do is learn from your mistakes and ensure the future you want to see.”

He mewls softly, accepting your touch and gripping your hand more tightly. His cheeks are stained a bright red, and his eyes are a bit puffy.

“You’re like a hurricane's eye, y’know?”

He looks at you confusedly but eager to let you finish.

“Your abilities, I mean. There's a huge storm that surrounds you but near the middle it's calm...”

You pause.

“But maybe the storm is worth passing through if it means you're in the center of it”, you smile a little, and he does too, lips curved upward and pearly teeth showing.

He doesn't say anything as his gaze slowly travels to your lips while he slightly wets his own. His body shifts closer to yours and you find yourself unconsciously mirroring his movements, eventually meeting him halfway for a kiss, and he pulls you even closer.

Despite the nature of his ability, his lips are warm and tasteless but with an addictive feel against your skin; they part so that his tongue can glide along the ridges of your mouth briefly, then they pull away.

“I didn't even ask if you were alright”, Natsuo rests a hand on your cheek while the other feels your forehead.

“I'm fine, please”, you gently guide his hand to the side of your face before pressing your lips back against his.

It feels natural to be slotted with him, as it means existing without the usual shame that contaminates many of your lively moments. Two who were given the opportunity to survive despite considering themselves to be the last choice for it, find fleeting meaning in one another's existence and don't want to let go of it.

His teeth nip at your bottom lip as you tug away for small breaths, a little saliva dribbling down your cheek from his sloppy but enthusiastic movements. As he travels the expanse of your neck, his hands travel along your sides to strip you bare, pointed breasts exposed to the chilling air while your thighs are slick with arousal.

He encases one of the peaks with his hot mouth, while he tweaks the other with the tips of his fingers. Your hips cant upward at the sensation, seeking relief for the lust that builds up in your sex, only to be temporarily satiated by the shallow grinds of his groin against it.

When he pulls away from your nipple, he puckers his lips to blow frosted air over the trails he's made, creating a sudden contrast in temperature that has you arching even more.

“Tickles, Natsuo”, you mutter, but he adds more coolness as he takes the pebble between cold fingers while switching to suck the opposite nipple.

Natsuo's clothed hips grind with more fervor, the embellishments on his pants brushing over your clit lightly and making your thighs clench. Your arms hook tightly across his back to bring him closer as you moan softly into his shoulders, begging for more relief.

“Wanna feel you”, you pant, hands clumsily fumbling with his hem, but he gently places them to the side.

“Let me take care of you first, okay?”, his husky whisper shoots straight to your core.

You nod, and he leaves a trail of cold kisses across your stomach until he hovers just above your twitching clit, fanning his breath over it while you twist and jolt in his hold.

He places more kisses along the sides before prying you apart with his cold digits. He admires the glossy strings that coat your folds then sucks the apex between his teeth with ardor.

The combined heat and swift strokes deny your mind of any coherence, nerves swollen with tingles, and sharp to the feelings along them. His fingers begin to prod at your opening as they make small circles on the soft flesh. He eases one inside slowly, then another follows soon after, scissoring and pressing around to make you writhe beneath him.

His actions are harsh yet languid as they curve toward your favorite spots, it’s difficult to keep your cries from filling the cabin due to the strength of his assault.

“m’gonna—a-ah—m’gonna cum”, you sob from the building pressing in your gut.

“Don’t hold back”, he coos into you, and it hurls you over the edge, thrashing as your pussy grips tightly around his fingers before finally spurting a trail of liquid along his wrists.

His tongue continues to soothe over your nub, lathering your fluids with loud slurps as you inch toward overstimulation, eyes brimming with tears as your fingers firmly take hold of his pale locks.

“Too much—”, you choke on a gasp amidst your second orgasm, yet he still can't get enough of your feel on his lips.

“Won't you let me have a bit more?”, he pleads.

He removes his fingers momentarily to suckle on your juices, obscenely taking them into his mouth then catching the stray dribbles with his tongue, all the while eyeing your expressions intensely. “You taste too pretty.”

When witnessing his enthusiasm, it’s hard to deny him of it. His display has your insides constricting and coiling in pleasure, and coupled with his unrelenting ministrations your eventually wound your tightest, sex pulsing uncontrollably.

“I want you inside me, Natsuo”, you say breathily.

He pulls himself to your mouth, damp lips meshing with your dry ones, and you taste yourself on his teeth. His hands pry at his bottoms to release his swollen head as it sits upright along the light bush of hairs that align his abdomen, tip coated in milky drops and twitching.

His cock is nestled between your lips, gliding from your combined fluids and his spit, he moans whenever your legs would clamp from his strokes brushing over your aching clit.

After he’s gathered enough slickness, his wide tip prods at your opening, its intrusion is slow and burning but the feeling of fullness after he bottoms out has your already sensitive walls clenching around it in sudden climax.

“Mm—fuck”, Natsuo breathes across your lips. “Cumming around me already?” He backs away to sit on his knees, hands gripping your hips as your back lies on the floor and your legs tighten around his lower back. “Precious”, he comments as he caresses your folds gently before he slowly pulls backward then thrusts into you at an agonizing pace.

The thick veins on his cock glide along your ridges perfectly but his lackadaisical strokes leave you clawing at him for the stimulation you crave, attempting to meet him halfway only for him to go even slower.

His pace leaves your mind in a fucked out haze, with drool coating your lips as he deprives you of a quick release, but the build up is much stronger than before despite being gradual.

He brings a thumb to your clit, rubbing just as slow circles on it to aid the winding in your core, tighter and tighter, until it inevitably snaps.

It's overwhelming. Your vision temporarily fades the instant it passes over you, you cream his shaft for all it's worth, too blissed out to acknowledge the sudden warmth of his seed that spills into you soon after.

Natsuo collapses beside you, sweat-damped cheeks pressing against your moist forehead before he pulls his lips to yours in a final searing kiss.

To be the last survivor is to enjoy the moments in which you forget the loneliness of being the last remaining.

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