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subbyalbedo · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 21 - OVERSTIMULATION with Shoto Todoroki
Dom!reader x sub!Todoroki
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As your strap slipped in to Shoto's slick hole, he let out a groan and shifted his hips back to press it in deeper.
"So needy, aren't you?" He shook his head in denial, but he kept pressing his hips back. You gave him a knowing smile. "Well, if you want it so bad, why don't you ride me, princess?"
His face scrunched up, he didn't want to do any work! He just wanted you to rail him. But he knew he couldn't disobey, and he wanted to cum so much, he was so needy.
As you layed back into the pillows, he slowly started pushing himself up and down on your strap, picking up speed and letting out whorish moans.
You faked a yawn. "You can do better than that, pretty boy."
He glared at you, but he noticeably picked up speed and added in some extra grinding for show.
You could see him leaking precum, and he was quickly reaching his release, all pent up from previous teasing.
"Close already? You can cum when you want, just put on a show for me."
He hated how much control you had over him, he hated that he was so needy. But he made him moan extra loud, grinding down and opening his mouth for you.
As he reached his high, you watched him fall apart, grinning.
As cum spurted out of his cock, he collapsed on you, riding the waves as you petted his dual colored hair lovingly.
As soon as he started to recover, he exclaimed a quick 'what?' as you lifted him off of your strap quickly, placing him on his back.
Once he was in the position you wanted, you thrusted sharply into his hole, hitting his prostate on the first try.
"No no no I- I'm sensitive!" He could barely get out what he wanted to say with the way your sharp thrusts jumbled his brain. "Please, no I can't~ AGHh"
He felt you everywhere, he couldn't do it, he felt so much better when if was you fucking him, but it hurt and he couldn't take it and~
Before he could manage any other thoughts, he came with a broken "noooo", and this time, you didn't even give him a pause, lifting his legs onto your shoulders and shoving in even more brutally.
He could barely make a sound, it was too much, and the last thought he remembered having was how he wouldn't be able to walk the next day.
You grinned at his fucking out face, he could take one more, right?
Well, one more turned into two, and two turned into one last one before he passed out.
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The next morning.
"Ack!"
You were awoken to Shoto crying out, and you groggily turned over to see him on the floor.
"I tried to get up, but..."
His face flushed with the implications of his position as you smirked up at him.
"Not able to walk, are you? Not since you had so much fun last night."
With a wink, you bundled back into the blankets as he glared at you.
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The end!!
That was really rushed, but I hope it turned out well!
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————————|| A Stranger Passing By
Todoroki x fem!Reader
Angsty college AU
Y/N has lived a life where she always preferred the sadder ending over one with unrealistic love and happiness. Everyday, she’d trudge her way to the old, sage armchair under the light of the broken window and read there. Alone. But maybe not as alone as she thought.
She has to go soon. Might as well make her time worth while.
Hurt very little comfort, angst, reader death, fluff if you squint and are also very blind, that’s basically it :D
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Y/N walked along the student-filled halls, gentle chatter wafting through the air. Footsteps paced around her, each person that passed by with a gleeful smile on their lips.
A heavy sigh lifted itself from her throat, arms carefully tightening around the red and black book within her grasp, securing the words of knowledge written on its white-lined pages. A black bag was slung over her right shoulder as she walked, not caring each time she stumbled or tripped, eyes only glued to the tiled floor.
Reading was how she disassociated herself from the world, pretending that the charming royalty and cheery people were all of whom she had known herself. Tales of true love and happy endings were only fairytale.
She knew that.
And that's where the disassociation stopped.
The library of the university was often a place she visited in her spare time. Away from classes and the problems of the world, Y/N often found herself nestled within the safety of shelves—of books, and of articles written by authors and scholars who once roamed these halls.
A small nook was where she normally sat, a worn, sage-coloured armchair with scratches and crevices interwoven within the surface laying under a broken window. Stark-old floorboards cried whenever somebody walked near her, dusty cobwebs and rusty nails adhered to the wall beside.
Suffice to all that, she still found the area rather comforting to spend her time in; it felt like home.
Her hand flipped the page.
'Mine has been a life of much shame,' she read. 'I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human be—" her train of thought was cut off.
"Excuse me, but what book do you have there?"
Y/N flicked a jaded eye from the ink on the page, back still remaining hunched as she leaned over the book, [h/c] hair partially blocking her view of the boy in front of her.
"'No Longer Human' - Osamu Dazai," she spoke, tilting the book's cover to his eye's view, watching him read the title to reaffirm her words.
The boy nodded briefly, “Thought so.”
She went back to ignoring him.
Y/N put the book carefully back on her knee, rereading through the paragraph she had already skimmed over before he bothered her.
A moment of silence passed through them, leaves 'tatting' at the broken window as she continued to read, eyes tracing along one line and moving to the next.
'I can't even guess myself wha—"
He spoke.
"Is it any good?" he asked her, seeming persistent to bug her into talking.
She sighed once again, eyes closing before she nodded her head and went back to reading, planning on ignoring any further advance he made.
Y/N has read this book a million times. Sure. She knows the tale better than the back of her hand. She loves this story; it's . . . realistic. The tale of a man experiencing life and grief as it is—ending the tale on more of a despairing note than anything other.
The boy who had come still had not left. Maybe her sense of time was off. Had it only been a few seconds? She doubted he would stand there any longer than necessary.
The book she held faintly 'clapped' shut, her eyes quickly reverting to his face as he emptily looked out the window.
"Why are you still here?" Y/N asked him, hands folded atop the book, "Nowhere else to be?"
He shrugged his shoulders, still seeming to trace something out the window with his gaze. "I see you reading that book a lot. I wanted to know why you liked it so much."
Now that she had had a good look at his face, he did seem rather familiar. White and red hair lay upon his head, grey and brown irises glowing in the mellow sunlight as he looked blankly away. She couldn’t place where she knew him.
Y/N cocked a brow at his question, a small grin finding its way to her [s/c] lips. "Why I like it so much?"
The boy nodded, folding his arms over his chest. "My mother said it was her father's favourite book; apparently, I'm a lot like him. I thought I'd give it a try."
"And you want to know if it's your sort of genre?"
He nodded once more, finally looking away from the window and into her gaze, cheeks vaguely a-flush. "If you wouldn't mind telling me something about it."
Y/N rested her elbow on her knee—face on her palm, thought overcoming her features as she yawned into her hand.
"The reason why I like it is because it's realistic," she said to him, coming down from her yawn, "from the problems, to the characters, from the characters, to the ending."
Her face cringed at an upcoming thought. "Fairytales aren't my favourite things," she paused, rethinking her words, "...true love doesn't just fall from the sky; things don't often have happy endings."
"He ends it on a melancholy note, reflecting on the differences he could have made, the actions he regrets, and all the misery he could have saved himself from."
"That's realistic."
The boy took on a look of bewilderment as he tilted his head. "Realism, huh?" A moment of thought passed through his face before he asked a question once again.
"Why aren't happy endings realistic to you?"
Y/N shrugged, not really listening to the question he had proposed as she rested her head on the clothed skin of her shoulder.
She had a perfectly good response, of course, but why bother burdening him with something he never asked to know?
It’s nothing important, anyway.
"Hey . . . may I borrow that book?" he queried, "once you're done with it, of course."
Y/N’s eyes looked down to the book as she lifted it slightly to her eyes. “Borrow it?” she spoke aloud, redrawing the cover with her gaze. She looked up at him with a grin on her face.
“Sure. Why not?”
And that's how they met.
In the nook of a university library by the old armchair with crevices and scratches—within the dust and the cobwebs that decorated it . . . he asked her for a favour.
A regular thing, it may seem, but she never caught his name; she never even asked.
Every day or so for nearly two years, the boy would come in and see her in the same armchair, reading a book under the light of the broken window.
He always asked her what she was reading, she always gave him curt replies, trying to lose his interest in the matter . . . looking back, she never wanted him to leave.
They repeatedly traded books, leaving them on the chair for each other to find, little post-it notes with snarky or witty remarks written on the paper when neither were around.
When they both found themselves in the nook, they often sat together in a comfortable silence, books in their hands and eyes reading over the words. Conversations were occasionally exchanged, dreams and aspirations being discussed by one another.
They grew close—despite neither having asked for a name. A kindred spirit, maybe? The natural connection between two broken souls was a possibility.
He didn't know . . . neither did she.
His nickname for her was 'Ms. Realistic'. She would've chosen something other, but it'll do. She didn't despise it, or anything. Y/N had one for him too, after all.
Over the year, they grew closer as strangers and something more. As friends.
Y/N grew more and more tired, not being able to remain awake in a constant focus, yet not being able to fall asleep. Her muscles spasmed; she felt hot when it was cold; her mother wasn't there, she heard her anyway...
it'd been like this for a while.
She’d known what was going on for almost three years, now. She just refused to speak up.
The page flipped in her fingers, falling to the other side of her book as she continued to trace along the lines. The light from the window shone in, illuminating the white pages as she quietly read in her place.
Pale curtains fluttered into the room with the crack in the lonely window, uplifting the small piles of dust laying scattered in the room.
The words were blurrier than normal. Who knows if she's reading what's really on the page?
"Ms...
....L/N?"
The girl looked up from her page, meeting the eyes of her doctor who stood by the doorway. "Yes?" she responded, the book still open in her palms.
Y/N had changed over the past few years; bags becoming more prominent under her eyes and harder for her to carry. Her hair was often a mess and her face was worn and tired-looking.
The boy sometimes asked of her appearance, she brushed him off with a simple shrug and a wave of her hand . . . not that he ever bought that she was fine.
The doctor tilted her head, eyes swirling with pity and grief as she dramatically sighed. Y/N was sure she'd seen it before; regifted pity was all she was receiving.
The doctor wandered further into the room, sitting on a chair beside the patient's bed. "Most patients . . . unfortunately don't live through FFI, as there is no wa—"
Y/N sighed, already expecting the news. She clapped her book shut, cutting the other woman off.
"How long do I have left?"
The doctor let out a small breath of air. "You've been living with it for so long; a few weeks, I'd say. If you'd like, we could call your family to begin—"
"I don't have any family."
Y/N paused, biting her lip in annoyance as more pity became noticeable in her doctor's eyes. "Am I still able to leave the hospital?" she asked, subtle yet desperate hope falling into her voice.
The other woman nodded. "As long as an escort is present."
Y/N huffed. "It's not like I can fall asleep..." she grumbled, facing the small window in the wall.
"We can't be here for too long," the man spoke, hand resting on her shoulder as they looked up at the old building. "You need to get back to the hospital for your checkups—"
The girl shrugged his shoulder off. "I'm dying—soon, at that. What's the point?" she asked, feet slowly bringing her to the library doors.
As they entered the library, the familiar quiet and gentle warmth filled her fatigued mind with a fuzzy chill, the feeling of home finally returning from when she had left. She'd missed this. Everything about it.
Not listening to the complaints of the escort behind her, she slowly ambled through the walls of old books, the smell overwhelming her senses.
The sound of a pages turning alerted her, the floorboards she recognised squeaking under her shoe-covered feet as she took steps towards her nook.
'No longer human'
He wasn’t there.
The book she had leant the boy sat on the chair, the red, a bright contrast to the musty green of the old armchair. A note sat on the book, white paper stuck to the cover.
Her tired face formed a faint smile at the sight, slowly halting in her tracks to admire what sat.
He had left the book for her to find, knowing she would eventually return to her nook in the corner by the dust and the cobwebs and the old nails in the wall.
It was only diminutive happiness she had experienced—short and merely a speck in the ever-moving world. The boy wouldn't miss her; he didn't even know her name.
Why was she here?
The smile on Y/N's face slowly faded at the thought, pace quickening as she ran over to grab the note off the book, tearing it from the cover.
'I haven't seen you in a while, Ms. Realistic. Thought I might give you this back for when you return.
Also, you were right, the sombre ending was far more realistic than a fairytale love. Happiness doesn't prevail, does it?
I never really believed it did, to be frank. In the end, I just wanted to speak with you—learn about you, I guess. You intrigued me.
I suppose I didn't really do that, did I? I still call you 'Ms. Realistic', after all.
I won't be returning for a couple weeks, though; I'm visiting my mother in hospital a couple towns out of here (did I mention she was doing better?).
See you later. I have a book you might like :)
- Two-toned.'
She stared down at the note in her hands, facial muscles remaining inexpressive at the well-thought out message.
‘See you later.’
‘Later.’
Drip.
Drop.
Drop.
Drip.
One by one, tears fell from her eyes, slipping down her cheeks and curling on the tip of her lips, mouth sitting partially agaped.
The piece of paper started to dampen with her leaking tears, the sheet quivering in her fingers as she reread and reread the blurry words that had been stained by her tears.
Her muscles strained as she tried to stop herself from ripping it to shreds, as she tried to stop herself from screaming at herself for all she’d done.
An epiphany had befallen on her, striking her mind white with the lack of thought; she refused to think—to acknowledge it.
Y/N’s lips quivered as the note sat within her trembling fingers, hot water dripping down her cheeks, running to her chin and falling to the ink on the paper. She could only attempt to blink away the tears as she stared blankly at the white sheet.
Her legs trembled before buckling under her weight, a feeling of faintness coming to her mind, weakness taking over her body.
Abruptly, a choked sob tore from her throat, creating a ripple in the library's silence with her sickening cries of sadness.
After all the time she’d spent with him,
After every pain and struggle she’d shared with him—him doing the same in return,
After everything…
She’d never know who he was; he’d only ever remain a stranger passing by.
She would never know his name—the name of the boy who saved her life when she was stuck in an awful loop of despairing loneliness...
knowing she was to die.
Y/N could never see him again; she could never relay her problems or wishes to him ever again; she could never tell him of her wish to stay.
Who could they have become to each other if she had had longer on this earth? If in another universe she had had the chance to live longer, what could have become of that passing stranger?
The words began to imbue on the page, swirling in and around on the white paper—the sheet pulling apart and piecing together as she attempted to blink away the tears.
Maybe it was another delusion of hers, telling her the mistakes she had made and the actions she would regret.
Telling her how she could have saved herself from the misery of loss—loosing something she never had.
She could no longer tell the difference between the real and fake.
And what was the point in trying?
"Ms. L/N? We need to be heading off soon. Are you ready to . . . leave?" The man stopped at the sight of her.
Her face was rifled with raw emotion, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as she hugged her arms to her chest.
Her mouth was open, it hung there like it was unable to close, horrid cries of anguish tearing from her throat.
"T-the last I'll ever see of him is a book," she cried, doubling over her own body in an attempt to conceal her dignity, her choked-out sobs still breaking her words. "A b-bloody book!"
The note wasn't real.
It was just an illusion of her broken mind.
Todoroki placed his hand on the door, pushing open the heavy wooden surface to enter into the book haven. It'd been four weeks since he'd seen Ms. Realistic sitting in her armchair, not a note or a book to alert him of her presence.
He wandered through the walls of bookcases, hand tracing over the dusty, leather covers, pulling some out to admire the pictures that decorated the old material.
The floorboards began to creak as he made his way closer to the nook, hoping that the mystery girl had left a new recommendation . . . or anything.
He'd grown fond of her, despite only calling her a half-hearted nickname. The way she smiled as he tried to argue with her pessimistic view on life, the way she giggled uncharacteristically while reading his wit-filled retorts on the sticky bits of paper.
Maybe he should ask for her name—tell her his.
As the chair came into view, all he saw was a blue post-it note atop of a red and black-covered book resting under the light of the broken window.
'Keep it. Please.
- Y/N'
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After a long day
Todoroki Shoto x Reader
Gender neutral reader 
content warning : none, just fluff.
After a long day of classes, Shoto helps you relax.
A/N : This is my first ever anime fic on any platform. Criticism, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. Enjoy! <3
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You walked into your dorm room, casually throwing aside your bag and laying on your bed with a huff.
You were exhausted. You had the most tiring day at school with three tests and an intense physical activity class that made you so tired you felt like you were going to drop dead.
Then your friends insisted on going to the library for a group study session where none of them studied anything and did their best to not let you do your work either. Thankfully, even with their incessant chatter in the background, you had managed to finish off all your homework.
You heard your door open and then your boyfriend's voice
"Hey."
You just opened your eyes and gave him a smile, too tired to talk.
"I heard your friend say you looked exhausted during your group study session so I ordered some pizza and soda." he said softly while brushing his hair out of his eyes.
You sat and pet the free space next to you, asking him to sit down. You opened the box of pizza and felt your exhaustion melt away a little.
"How did you know this flavor is my favourite?" you asked him.
"You told me on our third or fourth date, when we were playing twenty questions." he answered while pulling out a slice and holding it up to your lips so you could have a bite.
You ate two slices and insisted on feeding him one before both of you guzzled the soda the way drowned men drink water.
You gasped a little after drinking it. "Too much fizz at once. I didn't realize I was that thirsty."
You turned to give Shoto a cheek kiss and a thank you. His soft pink lips stretched into a smile as he pressed them to your forehead.
"Wanna watch a movie?" you asked as you stood up to grab your laptop only for Shoto to grab your hand and pull you back down.
"Let's just cuddle and sleep. I'm tired." he mumbled out with a yawn.
You laughed and pulled him under the blankets before turning out the lights and snuggling into him.
Shoto was half asleep when you kissed him.
"What was that for?" he asked, voice a little gravely.
You smiled from your position on his chest.
"Nothing Sho. I just love you."
He said nothing, but snuggled closer to you and held you a little tighter as both of you drifted off to sleep.
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crushmeeren · 5 months
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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons
Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this
Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨
Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs. Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them- if anyone would like a specific MHA character or someone from a different anime, feel free to DM me💕
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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)
Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)
Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)
Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)
Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you
Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)
Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another
Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)
Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)
Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)
Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)
Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past
Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn���t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)
Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)
🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰
Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his
Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now
Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your sweet bud, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh of your clit (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)
Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)
Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)
Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)
Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand
Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back
Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders
Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain
Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon
Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby boy—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons
Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress
Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕
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neurthotic · 4 months
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DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫
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✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.
✫ neck kisses all the time
✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings
✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you
✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”
✫ warm ass hands
✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”
✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.
✫ driest texter to walk the earth
✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy
✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.
✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay
✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”
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levenlike11 · 4 months
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''... and! did you know otters hold each other's hands while sleeping to not get carried away in the water? i think it's so adorable - they look so cute all cuddled up and sleeping like they're almost hugging their loved ones! i bet they feel so soft and fluffy too-''
they cup your face with both hands and stare into your eyes. just as you were opening your mouth to ask what's up, they press their lips on yours. when they pull back, after seeing your surprised face, they think you were annoyed at them kissing you without your consent.
''please forget this ever happened. i'm sorry.'' they pout.
''already forgotten then.''
they analyse your face intently, with a gaze that feels like they're staring into your soul instead of your eyes. confused and not knowing what to say,
''i enjoyed that.'' you smile.
''oh. okay then-'' they proceed to crash their lips on yours again.
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nagi, rin (blue lock) levi, annie, hange (aot) todoroki, kirishima (mha) giyuu, tanjiro, obanai (demon slayer) megumi, geto, yuuta (jjk) draken (?) hakkai, yuzuha (tokyorev) kageyama, akaashi, kenma, suna, osamu (hq) and anyone else you'd like!
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miniimight · 6 months
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❝ CAN WE LEAVE ? ❞ feeling overstimulated at an event, you ask him to take you home
with deku, bakugou, todoroki ( pro heroes )
notes something short while i work on requests ! they are open so shoot me an ask with whatever scenario want me to write ! <3
it was so loud. it was too bright. and the music's vibration grated on your sanity with every rhythmic thump. there were too many people—too many bodies, so many conversations, and shit it was so hot. you felt as if you were floating, in a woozy state as you made your way over to your boyfriend, who was chatting with a couple friends.
IZUKU
at your hushed whisper, izuku immediately honed into your expression and body language. his eyebrows creased in concern as he guided the both of you to a corner. "what's wrong, love?"
you pursed your lips. "there's just... there's a lot of..." you sighed, unsure of how to phrase it.
he leaned into you, blocking you from the party scene behind him. "it's okay, sweetheart, we don't have to stay if you don't wanna." he read your mind and you couldn't be more grateful.
tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your head pounded. "izuku..." you whined, massaging your temples.
deku shushed you and pulled you into his chest, helping you walk out of the venue. "let's go home."
"thanks..."
"no need to thank me." he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he hoisted you up and into his arms. "i was over it a while ago."
you giggled and he flashed a goofy smile.
he took you to your side of the car before climbing in himself, turning down the radio and resting a loving hand on your thigh. "rest up."
you laughed softly. "if i sleep, i might not get up, even when we get home. you'd have to carry me."
he looked at you playfully, a smirk on his lips. "it's cute how you think that'd be a problem for me, love." he pat your thigh as if that was a done deal, pulling out into the road.
the comfortable silence lulled you to sleep.
BAKUGO
"home?" he asked.
you nodded shyly.
he stood up and said a brash goodbye to his friends, lacing your hand in his as he pulled you through the crowd. once you were both far away enough from the party, you heard each other loud and clear.
"how long did you wait?" he mused as he fished in his pockets for keys.
"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"how long did you wait to tell me?" he gave you a pointed look. you looked away and pursed your lips.
"you were having fun with your friends, and i really didn't want to cut it short..." you mumbled, your eyes stinging.
he opened your car door for you, leaning over the car as he watched you buckle your seatbelt. you stared up at him with glossy eyes and he softened, brushing his thumb over your cheek. the silence was welcomed as your eyes fluttered shut.
"don't be an idiot." he murmured. "just tell me the second you feel uncomfortable, 'kay?"
you leaned into his hands with a smile. "i will."
he smiled and shut your door, slipping into the driver's seat. he took your hand in his again, kissing your knuckles as he sped off.
TODOROKI
"now?" he cocked his head to the side. "are you not enjoying the party?"
your eyes squeezed shut as you shook your head, the movement alone making you feel dizzy.
"okay." he set his drink down. "okay, we can leave."
"thanks..." you followed him, unsure of his feelings at the moment. he opened your car door and closed it shut once you were inside, walking to the front of the car. you saw him out the windshield picking up a call, pacing slightly as he conversed.
you grew more nervous by the minute, wondering if you should've just grinned and gotten through it. he was having a good time catching up with his friends, after all.
finally, he sat in the driver's seat, sighing as he leaned back. you watched him with concern and a little bit of guilt.
"i'm sorry, i... we can go back if you want. really." you said.
he looked at you incredulously, his expression reading utter confusion. "but... i thought you weren't enjoying it?"
"well, i—" you stammered, collecting your thoughts. "you were having a great time with your friends and i should've thought of that before i asked to leave."
he shook his head and leaned towards you. "i'm just as tired as you are, darling." he smiled. "to be honest, i'm glad you asked to leave."
"who were you on call with?" you let curiosity get the better of you.
"midoriya, he was just concerned about you." he buckled his seatbelt and brought the car to life. he cast you a little smirk. "i'm afraid you're not very good at hiding your expressions, love."
your face heated as you turned back to face the windshield. he laughed softly, "it's alright. we both aren't."
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
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ramonathinks · 8 months
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EREN, GOJO, GETOU, TOJI, DABI
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infrunamie · 5 months
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ghost!reader playing with innocent men, rubbing his nipples randomly when hes in the shower, or playing with his cunt when he’s laying down watching him pathetically thrust his hips into the air as he loses his mind. he hires different exorcists all failing to send you away.
you actually become quite helpful annoying, “keeping him company” when hes working or rambling to him while hes cooking. he’ll never admit it but he’s grown quiet fond of you. staying awake at night checking the clock religiously as he waits for you to poof! into his room.
the only way you can leave this world is too become one with him. you explain your situation to him and he lets you.
“i’m only doing this so you can get out of my life. i’ve had my fill off crazy shit to last me the rest of my life.”
“hm, sure. or maybe you got tired of fantasizing about my cock and wanted the real thing but hey, i’m just a dumb ghost.” you smirk, spiting on your cock and slapping his ass with it.
round after round till dawn you fill him with cum. fucking like bunnies. his drool slobbering all over your fingers from how far you reach inside him.
“my cock n’ your womb are gonna become real good friends, yeah?”
“s-shut up!” his objection cut off into moans as he cries into his pillow, feeling your ghostly touches explore his body. you cum for one last time and disappear.
“s–stop, wait,” he pushes himself up on wobbly arms and flips himself over. grabbing your hands from beside his head and intertwining them with his. he leans up and pulls you in a kiss before you can respond but you get the idea. a few rounds later you’ve emptied your last drop and cum for one last time and disappear.
he misses you, awaiting everyday for you to pop up and tease him again at least reassure him you’re there but you never do.
satoru gojo, suguru geto, todoroki shoto, todoroki dabi, cole cassidy, shimada genji, xiao, diluc ragvindr, kaeya alberich, al haitham, your faves.
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jello-chennie · 6 months
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✧ todoroki who is completely in love w his gf!
✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)
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todoroki shouto who, once you get together, cant seem to hide a single bit of the love he holds in his heart for you
todoroki who absolutely bleeds affection for you
he grew up in what was, obviously, a very unaffectionate household, so once he gets a taste of pure, loving affection from someone, he cant seem to hold himself back
and tbh, he doesn't really catch onto very many social cues or norms, so it's not like he really cares to hold himself back
so pda is on the table, all the time
you could be sat at a table, in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and shouto will be passing by
he will proceed to lean over the back of your chair and press two or three loving kisses onto various parts of your face, and then one final one onto your lips, and will continue on his way without a single word uttered to you or your friends
bc realistically, how could he just pass you by and not kiss you?
shouto who always has to sit next to you, where ever the two of you are, and needs to have a hand on you at all times
will absentmindedly play with your hair if you can't give your full attention
is your hype man 100%
your opinions are his opinions
when you're telling him a story or complaining about something, you're always in the right in his eyes
even when you're clearly in the wrong, you're right
"yeah and she pissed me off so much that i literally just rear ended her car smh"
"no that's actually her fault, she should've been driving faster"
shouto spends a lot of time watching you, and taking in your features
he loves you sm and could spend all day looking at you
has repeatedly gotten himself into trouble bc he was looking at you, or distracted by the thought of you will doing something important on the job
he's a smart boy, and that transfers over into your relationship, bc he can memorize every little or big detail about yourself as soon as you tell him
probably keeps track of ur cycle in his head as soon as u mention having cramps (if ur afab)
if you have curly hair, he is adamant about having you teach him how you take care of your hair so he can do it for you
he really really really loves the intimacy of sitting you on a chair and tipping ur head back into the sink so he can wash your hair for you, and sneaking in lingering kisses throughout
later into the relationship, he finds himself mirroring your little habits and taking little bits of your personality
if you haven't been able to spend time together at all on a particular day, once he can finally steal you away, even just for a few moments in a semi private area (for your sake, bc you're always getting so flustered whenever he shows you a lot of affection, which he doesn't get at all why you're embarrassed), he will wrap his arms around you, and just hold you as tight as he can with his head tucked into your hair
says he's "recharging"
if you've both been busy for a while, and this is your first moment together in days, he will insists he needs to be "closer" to you to properly recharge
wants to feel your skin on his
wants be inside you (yes he would do it in semi public, he's a little desperate for you)
and you can't deny him, bc tbqh you need to recharge too
you're just as smitten w him as he is w you
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usopps-goggles · 7 months
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Mha Boys When You Sleep Over For The First Time
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Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki,Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa, ————————————————————————————
I.Midoriya: Honestly poor boy would be so nervous he barely could achieve sleep, expect a lot of him asking you if you need anything “are you cold? do you need another blanket? are you sure you wanna be this close?”. . . yeah you’re in for a long night.
K.Bakugo: Starts out farthest away as possible from you claiming he didn’t even want you over to begin with, but… gradually as the night progresses he inches closer unbeknownst to you. you wake up the next morning practically capsuled in his arms, the boy actually looking peaceful for once as he slept.
S.Todoroki: Hesitant at first, offers to take the couch multiple times before eventually giving up as you two climb into bed, is kinda awkward but relaxes gradually as his arm drapes loosely around your neck resting on your collarbone. definitely a back sleeper, you feel comforted by his. slow and paced breathing as you drift off.
D.Kaminari: Is practically bursting at the seems with excitement, can’t help but imagine lewd things that might go down with you sharing a bed, has unmistakable disappointment when he realizes there would be no… suggestive activities. is still ecstatic to be this close to you, accidentally shocks you once during the night because he was so excited…
E.Kirishima: Probably the chillest about it, pampers you and makes sure you have everything you need (because chivalry is manly he says). cuddles galore! lets you play with his hair while it’s down, lacking any product. you braid and put cute little barrettes in it. definitely is a snorer, as well as the one who moves all over the map in their sleep.
K.Takami: Hawks is over the moon on the inside but acts nonchalantly, definitely has a big ass double king size bed for his wings loaded up with pillows, snacks right before bed, you don’t know how but you’ll randomly find a feather or two smushed between some pillows. he’s a stomach sleeper curtesy of his wings, unknowingly drapes a wing around you in his sleep, you wake up to him snoring face down in the pillows.
S.Aizawa: Definitely is out cold once he hits the pillow, is already tired as is throughout the day, so once his head is graced with the luxury of a mattress he.is.gone. on days where he’s not as tired he’ll ask for massage, which you happily oblige to, your fingers working out the stress built up from teaching and being a hero. his worries slip away when he’s with you and there’s nothing he loves more than a night where he’s falling asleep in your arms, his mattress having the extra weight of his lover accompanying him.
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roaron · 1 year
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MHA boys getting caught masturbating
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authors note : hello all, I know ive been writing a lot of MHA related stuff lately, but do not worry. that isn’t all I wrote about LOL, im just in a MHA mood. if you want me to write for any other characters just go ahead and ask, saves me time instead of me having to think of different characters to write for. cheers :)
characters - (izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo)
warnings - nsfw obviously
minors don’t be doing no funky shit, get lost or just hide in the shadows idc
enjoy !
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Izuku Midoriya
- when you initially walk in on him his head is flung back, legs spread, naked chest heaving, and his hand on his cock. what a sight.
- he doesn’t even notice you until after he cums, so when he finally looks forward and sees you staring at him he screams and grabs a pillow to try and hide his dick.
“Y/N !!!???, OMG IM SO S-SO SORRY”
- he refuses to look at you until you move towards him and sit at the corner of the bed.
“want some help ?”
- he looks at you absolutely shocked but nods shyly nonetheless
Shoto Todoroki
- notices you straight away and immediately looks away from you, his face completely red and his fire side raging out of control.
“y/n… please knock next time..”
- he still refuses to look at you, the duvet brought over himself in an attempt to hide his erect cock spewing cum everywhere.
- you both stay there for a while until you decide to speak up and break the awkward silence.
“shoto, would you like me to help you finish ?”
- he snaps his head towards you and stares at you wide eyed before hanging his head low in embarrassment.
“…yes please”
Katsuki Bakugo
- the second he notices you his eyes blow wide and he starts saying curses under his breath. he finally looks at you after about a minute of silence, cheeks dusted pink.
“enjoying the fucking show ? hurry up and get out.”
- you decide to ignore him and keep staring at his naked figure, nipples perked and abs flexed under a glossy sheen of sweat. your mind runs wild as you catch you bottom lip between your teeth and play with the bottom of your skirt.
- bakugo notices your change in behaviour and let’s out a chuckle before sitting up straight and crossing his legs, cock still on display.
“for gods sake, stop eye fucking me and get over here”
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kirbyskisses · 1 year
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cw: breeding
dabi who practically explodes when you call him his real name while fucking. the revelation that it’s not just the villain you love - it’s all of him - the villain, the tortured child, the man who loves you - every part of him.
your mouth lets out a weak “touya” while he’s inside you and suddenly he loses all control - hips rutting ‘nd bucking into you like a dog. he practically cums on the spot, shaking and grunting loudly through a world-shattering orgasm.
then, he’s practically drooling; doing and saying anything to hear it drop from your lips.
“say it again, babygirl. c’mon, say my name.” he moans - dick as deep as it can go, before sliding out all the way to the tip and shoving back in, kissing your most plush, sensitive spot with every stroke.
“t-t-touya~” weakly rolls its way out of your lips as white cream from just before spills out of you onto the sheets below with every thrust.
“no, louder baby, c’mon… say it for me”
“t-touya-”
“that’s it. who’s making you feel good?”
“you are, touya~” you squeal, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs to push you further into a mating press.
“whose pussy is this, doll?”
“yours, touya. it’s j’st for you!”
“that’s right. all mine. and i’m the one you love right? i’m the whose baby you want - whose cum you need, aren’t i?” his blue eyes stare down at you in a mix of possessiveness, love, lust and desperation.
“yes. yes it’s you, touya - I love you, touya. want you, touya. want to have your baby, touya.”
dabi touya swears he’s never cum harder in his life.
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blondieeu · 1 month
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hold on. bakugou k.
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katsuki who has worked harder than any other pro hero to get to where he is today. so when he gets called for the "#1 Hero Award" at Japan's Pro Hero grammys he's winded.
ring sparkling on his finger while he blinks away small tears at the microphone before beginning his acceptance speech.
"first of all, i'd like to thank my wife"
and everyone in the room turns to look at you and smile. you could even feel your face getting a little hot from so much attention.
"so many times i jus' wanted to quit and she slapped my ass back in place."
the crowd laughed, bakugou sharing a smile in the moment. One of the first real, genuine smiles they'd seen from him in all his years of being famous.
"thank you all for this reward, i will continue to try my best to be Japans best Pro Hero!"
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blondieeu xx
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crushmeeren · 22 days
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How They Eat You Out! - MHA
Everyone is 18+/aged up — if that’s a problem, keep scrolling or block me.
Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki
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Bakugou Katsuki
• Katsuki truly enjoys eating your pussy. It’s just as much for his pleasure as it is for yours. Plus, Katsuki likes to play with his meal before he eats it.
• He definitely gets you worked up first by sharply smacking his fingers against your clit multiple times, forcing you to specifically tell him you want his mouth instead.
• Katsuki teases you with the filth that spills from his mouth “Can’t believe how fucking whiny you are, pretty girl just wants me to eat her pussy so badly, yeah? Beg me for it.” — telling you it’s pathetic, but in the next heartbeat he’s moaning like a whore at the first taste he can get.
• He’s absolutely the guy who presses your thighs so far back into your chest it makes your ass lift off the bed. His shoulders and biceps flex as he keeps you pinned in place, spread wide open so he can see you entirely.
• He runs his tongue from canine to canine, wasting no time before his warm tongue circles your clit in a maddeningly slow fashion. He keeps that up until you plead with him to go faster, promising you’ll never suck his cock again unless he picks up the pace.
• He has the audacity to laugh — but ultimately he bends to your whim. Wrapping his soft lips around your clit, making you see stars when he starts sucking in a slow but steady rhythm. He flicks his tongue up and down at the same time, just to add to the intensity.
• Katsuki can also be an asshole. Often, he has you writhing — toes curling and hips twitching, gripping handfuls of his fluffy hair. He gets you begging for his fingers too, needing them so badly — but no. He forces you to cum just from his tongue, poor pussy tightening around air, aching for him.
• Don’t worry, he more than makes it up to you, stretching you deliciously with his thick cock right after. Fucking you until your legs are numb.
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Kirishima Eijirou
• Eijirou honestly just can’t help himself. He’s enamored with your pussy, drunk on it. He loves eating you out whenever he gets the chance. The man gets rock hard doing it because your pleasure is his pleasure.
• He’s the kind of guy who loves getting on his knees for you. Grabbing your ankles and yanking on you till your ass is on the edge of the bed. He laughs and drapes your thighs over his broad shoulders, making sure your comfortable while you lay on your back.
• Eijirou grabs onto your hips, looking up at you like you hung the moon as he runs his tongue between your lips up to your clit on the first pass. He whines, lids fluttering closed, nails sinking into your skin at how soft and warm your pussy is.
• He licks your clit leisurely at first, like one would eat a popsicle. Eijirou savors the taste, letting his lips meet again and again over your clit. Swirling his tongue in between — as if he’s making out with your pussy.
• Eijirou gets so lost in it, after awhile you have to lace your fingers in his silky red hair and tug gently to get his attention. He opens his eyes in question, cheeks flushed pink as he teases your hole with the tip of his tongue.
• “I wanna cum Ei, please,” you plead sweetly, rolling your hips up to meet his mouth. “Oh! Yes, please cum for me baby girl, want me to use my fingers to help you sweetheart?” Eijirou coos, tone teasing and warm. He rubs your clit with his thumb and nips the soft flesh of your inner thigh while he waits.
• You nod yes and Eijirou hums happily, slipping his middle two fingers into your ridiculously slick pussy with ease. He instantly starts licking over your clit again and thrusting his fingers, curling into your sweet spot perfectly.
• Your thighs tghten around his head, back arching when it takes you no time at all to cum. Gasping his name, tugging at his hair again — and he moans when your pussy doesn’t want to let go of his fingers as he works you through your orgasm.
• Once he lets you go, you find his hand wrapped loosely around his cock, covered in his sticky release. He grins sheepishly, admitting “I couldn’t help it baby, you taste too good.”
• No matter, he’s still hard. Eijirou makes love to you until you cry from overstimulation. Wiping your tears with his thumbs and asking you to give him one more orgasm.
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Todoroki Shouto
• At first, Shouto wasn’t quite sure how to eat pussy. Sure — he could eat pussy, but not well. After your more than willing participation in helping him practice, he eats pussy like a champ now.
• He absolutely loves going down on you. Often he gets you singing his name, toes curling so tight they cramp, squirting all over his face and fingers.
• Shouto starts out slow, spreading you out gently on the bed. Biting kisses into your neck, sucking on your nipples. Letting his thumb rub circles into your clit at the just the right pressure.
• He lays on his belly, placing soft kisses everywhere but your pussy. Sinking his teeth into the sensitive crease of your thigh. Barely ghosting his tongue over your clit.
• Shouto gets a thrill out of the anticipation. He leaves hickies on your inner thighs and pushes two fingers in your pussy, just letting them rest there until you’re begging him for more.
• “Sho please stop teasing,” you whine. Those slender fingers start to move and curl when he responds. “Sorry princess, how about I make you squirt? Will that make up for it?” he purrs, voice low and playful.
• You moan your agreement, gripping the sheets. When Shouto finally, blessedly lets his warm tongue run over your clit, your back arches so hard it almost snaps. You breathe out his name and groans loudly. “Good girl, say my name again,” he demands, smacking the side of your hip harshly.
• You cry out and Shouto takes his fingers from your warmth. He hushes you, sliding a slick finger into your ass up to the last knuckle. Wanting to keep you completely stuffed, the fingers from his free hand find their place in your pussy.
• You pull his soft hair so hard you think it’ll come out in fistfuls. Sobbing his name as he eagerly sucks your clit in between his lips. You start to cum, entire body taught and Shouto happily finger fucks you through it.
• Even when you shove at his forehead he doesn’t stop, bullying your sweet spot till you flutter around him again. He frees himself from your thight holes, using his thumb to rub your clit harshly as you squirt, making a mess of his face.
• It makes him moan brokenly and then he’s desperately crawling between your legs, begging to put his thick cock inside. You agree and he fills your pussy over and over — sweet and slow until you both cum again.
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uravichii · 1 year
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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)
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character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️
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bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.
"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."
his only response is: "fuck off."
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."
"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"
and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."
he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."
"forgive them for what?"
he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."
bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."
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shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.
he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.
when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."
he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.
it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.
he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.
"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"
he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.
"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"
"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."
what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'
he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.
"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.
it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️
"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"
"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."
"really?"
"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."
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remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.
he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.
he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."
and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."
he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"
kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)
and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?
"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.
"denkiー"
"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."
there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔
"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."
"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨
he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"
kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.
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you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.
shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.
todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.
he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!
"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.
"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."
and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.
todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"
he also has a photo of his point of view from when he was laying his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.
"shouto, that's just my chin."
he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."
you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?
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