#shinsou drabble

[gardenofnoah]

I present you a peridot and underneath is shinso's name on a slip of paper

u clever little witch. how did u know this was the perfect pairing. i adore u

peridot— “i didn’t know someone else’s joy could make me feel so happy.” (shinsou)

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"what are you looking at?"

your voice snaps him out of his reverie—he blinks and there you are, watching him with mild bemusement.

"you," he reaches forward to poke your cheek, making you huff, "keep talking."

you grin at him and he feels it bodily—warmth spreads in his chest like you've plunged him into boiling water, but it doesn't hurt. he feels a smile of his own stretch across his face as your voice calls to him through the water in his ears. he wants to lean into it—he decides not to refrain, not to cut off this simple pleasure at the tap—and you don't bat an eye when he tucks you under his arm and presses a kiss to your temple.

"but yeah, it was good. like, really, really good. i've never had a meal like that," you let out a wistful sigh, like you're remembering a profoundly sweet memory from childhood—not the lunch you had with a coworker.

"oh!" you jump up from his hold, patting the couch cushions wildly until you find your phone, "we saw ducks! i took a picture because i wanted to show you the babies!"

you shove the phone in his face and sure enough—a mother duck and her gaggle of ducklings paddle around a murky pond on your screen. he watches for a few seconds before his eyes drift up to meet yours. he finds he can't look away, then, because you are beaming, nearly vibrating with some strange delight that he's not privy to.

but god, does he want to be.

his hand wraps around yours and guides the phone back down to the cushion. you cock your head at him, raising an eyebrow.

"you don't like the babies?"

he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "i do—thank you for showing me, baby."

he pulls you back into his lap, enamored by the giggle you let out.

"you're awfully touchy today," you tease him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. he hums, tilting his head to kiss the curve of your jaw softly.

"that so?" he mumbles noncommittally against your skin, nuzzling into you like a lazy cat, "just missed you."

"you missed me, Hi?" he can hear the affection in your words and he settles deeper into the crook of your neck—nearly desperate to press closer to the rumble of your voice, "you missed my endless stories?"

hiding his face, he feels bold enough to say the thought that's been bouncing around in his head since you bounded through the door, eager to tell him every detail of your day like you always do.

"i did," he says quietly, arms tightening around your middle, "it makes me happy when you have good days."

you hum, a content little sound, and turn to rest your cheek against his head. your fingers find the purple strands at the base of his neck with practiced ease, and he's not sure he's ever felt like this in his life.

difficult to name at first and seldom felt so freely before you, he recognizes the feeling in his chest as one of joy, unbridled and emboldened in him by your own infectious laugh and animated recount of every tiny detail you gift to him. he knows it now as something of safety—there's no goal to reach and no competition to win in order to feel this. the satisfaction is as innate as breathing. you give it to him so willingly that you've led him to believe he might actually deserve to feel it, if not only for the fact that he is alive and human and sharing the moment with you.

your chest expands against his own with your next breath and he wishes he could climb inside your ribs and live there—surrounded by you and your warmth. but he'd miss the press of your fingertips to the curve of his neck and your wild, fluttering pulse against his lips, and he can't think of a thing he'd give that up for.

his arms tighten around you until you squeak and he presses his smile to your shoulder, nearly delirious with how good it all is.

"i almost forgot to tell you about the dog in the stroller!"

he can't wait to hear about it.

#ask #thank u beloved for the prompt #i shall continue these tomorrow #shinsou x reader #shinsou drabble #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou it's the little things

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

give me something with hard dom shinsou please i am begging

»»——⍟——««A/n: I originally labeled this as a drabble, but here we are, 1k words later (also me realizing this the first time I’ve done something for shinsou that’s not a Headcanon) also the first time I’ve done hard dom pretty sure- sheesh, I hope this ok😭

Warnings⚠️: rough sex, praise, throatf*cking

»» y’all can thank @munsonsins for this btw. She posted visuals 🤧🥴 ««

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His hands are all over you. All you can feel is him and the couch material under your bare back. "This' ok, right darling?" Shinsou asks, his hands running down your body, already unclasping your bra but not pulling it off yet.

You nod, ready to take all he plans on giving you. "You have to be verbal. Use your words," he says lowly, ducking his head down to kiss your neck, leaving a dark mark on the most sensitive spot.

"Yes. Yes. Hitoshi, keep going," you moan, your hips starting to grind against his clothed cock.

Shinsou smirks, his hand going to your hips, holding you down so you can't move. "Are we being greedy today? Or are you going to be a good girl and obey me?" he asks, lifting his head up to look into your eyes. Embarrassment from his words floods through your blood, and automatically you stop squirming under his touch, ready to wait and obey him. After a second, you feel his other hand grab your chin, turning your head to face him. "Say it. Say you'll obey me," he says in a dark tone.

You bite your lip. "I'll obey you," you mumble.

"Hey." He titles your head again. "Look me in the eye when you speak to me. Can you do that?"

"Y-Yes," you say.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

A smirk grows on his lips as he begins trailing his hand down into your underwear. "Good." He leans down, connecting your lips in a lustful, rough kiss as he sticks two fingers in your slick pussy, grinding them up against your walls, your moan into his mouth making his cock twitch in his boxers, precum staining the fabric.

Hitoshi pulls his hand away when he feels you grinding into it, not giving you a second to whine before flipping you both over, making you straddle his waist, feeling his clothed cock press against your clit. You can't help but grind against it, moaning and panting as pleasure shoots through you.

"Aht, aht. I thought you said you'd be good. This' not good behavior," he says in a warning tone, his hands wrapping around your waist and tugging you a few inches back, making you pout. "If you really want to show you can be a good girl, make that prettier little mouth useful and wrap it around my cock, yeah?"

You nod, biting your lip as you move down between his legs. "Yes, sir." You pull his boxers down, pulling out his cock, feeling the weight in your hand as you wrap your mouth around the tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around him. Shinsou moans, his eyes rolling as he watches his cock disappear into your throat, feeling it contract and squeeze around him as you take more and more.

You begin to bob your head, sucking and moving your tongue around him as you speed up, his grunts and groans incentive to keep going, knowing you're doing it right. The noises he makes send pulses right to your pussy, making you pool and drip into your underwear, no doubt a wet spot now apparent.

You snake your hand down, putting two fingers in your pussy and starting to rock against your hand, making you moan and close your eyes as you continue taking him down your throat. "Hey!" Shinsou's voice breaks you from your mind. You slow your pace and look up at him. "K-Keep," he has to clear his throat, the way you're sucking his cock inching him closer and closer to his release, "keep your fingers out of your pussy. That's for my finger. My mouth. My cock only."

You moan around him in understanding, pulling your hand up and beginning your original fast pace back, trying to get him to cum so he'll take over and pound you the way you want. After a few more seconds, you feel his hand wrap around the back of your head. One hand on the back, one on the side as he slides down on the couch a bit, widening his legs and thrusting hard into the back of your throat. Moaning and throwing his head back as he savors the feeling of you gagging and struggling around his cock.

He brings you up slowly, giving you a few seconds to breathe before shoving you down again, moving your head and thrusting at a rhythm. The only sounds are his grunts, and your gags as his tip hits the back of your throat. All you can focus on is breathing when you get a chance and sucking him as much as you can, and he's rough and fast, using both his hands as leverage to drill into your throat.

Everything moves so fast while he does that, and before you know it, he's pulling you off his cock and picking you up, pressing you against a nearby wall and pulling your underwear off, sinking his hard, throbbing cock into your pussy, making you moan into his neck.

"You alright, darling?" he asks, slowing for a moment.

"Yes, sir," you assure him, securing your arms around his neck.

He nods and begins thrusting, hard and fast, pinning you to the wall. "So good. You feel so good for me. You know that? My good girl," he grunts, feeling your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter as you moan. "Ya gonna cum for me? You gonna cum and make a mess of my cock?" he asks. Shinsou pulls your arms from his neck, his hands wrapping around your wrists and pinning them against the wall as he continues to pound you into it.

"Say it. Say you're gonna make a mess. Say how much you love my cock."

"Love your cock. Love it so much, Hitoshi, please, please, make me cum," you beg and whine, arching your back and making him go deeper.

Shinsou groans and pulls you from the wall, bringing you back to the couch, bending you over the back, and drilling his cock back into you. His thrusts have so much force they shake the couch, but neither of you cares as you feel your orgasm approaching. "Such a good girl for me. My good girl. Making me feel so good," he moans, angling his hips to a new spot, making you moan and begin cumming, panting as your legs give out. You feel him wrap his arm under your waist to keep you up as he begins thrusting harder, pounding you down into the couch, using all his strength as he feels his cock start pulsing cum.

Shinsou moans, cum spurting from his cock into your pussy, painting your walls a clean sheet of white, his thrusts not letting up. He continues thrusting, making sure to prolong the orgasm as much as he can before pulling away from you, turning you around, and pressing your back into the couch, connecting your lips in a long kiss.

With a smirk, he says, "Yeah, my good girl."

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[hiddennerdworld]

Lil Shinsou Thought

It had been a long day at work. Your back was sore and shoulders felt heavy. You were just overall very stressed. So stressed that you weren’t as aware when entering your bedroom that you share with your boyfriend, Hitoshi, who just happened to be sleeping.

You slipped into bed and realized his half open eyes staring back at you with a dopey smile on his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, baby”.

He groaned and you could hear the grogginess in his voice, “Yea, how dare you disturb my slumber?” Then he leaned over, grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled you in for lazy kiss. As his lips found yours, you could feel him smiling.

He pulled back and gave the same dopey smile while looking into your eyes, “Missed you, love”. He somehow managed to still be sassy and a full on sap while being half asleep, which is one of the many reasons you love him so much.

#mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha drabbles #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou fluff #shinsou headcanons #shinsou x reader #shinsou drabble

[veenxys]

'' it's cute, this thing you're doing. '' : Shinso

'' being all nervous? '' : Definetly me 😔

⋆ ♡̷ .ﾟ prompt list <3

you knew you were catching feelings, actually everyone knew except shinsou.

you don’t know if he was too inattentive to this or if he pretended not to notice so as not to ruin your friendship, but either way your heart was still yearning and screaming for him to know soon, to know if he felt the same or not.

you take a deep breath and he turns his head to you

“something wrong?”

“no.. just had a busy day” your voice comes out tired - tired of overthinking- and then he slows down a little; you always walked away from school together, talking or just sharing a gentle atmosphere, but in that moment you wish you weren’t here by his side, almost touching his fingers, or walking too close to his body when the path gets short and he leaves you go ahead first.

“hey” he holds your shoulder gently, “i know you, y/n, something’s wrong, isn’t?” he looks into your eyes and it makes you shiver.

“it’s okay, shinso… i promise”

he narrows his eyes and looks at you before looking at your lips. he bites his lip lightly and puts his hands in his pockets, getting too close to you.

“are you sure?” he says softly, his voice husky but gentle as he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear. he’s so big, so handsome, so him…

he smiles when you stutter and looks away from his when he gets close enough for you to feel his hot breath against you. he was calm, carefree while you feel like dying inside.

you put a hand on his chest as if trying to push him away, but he doesn’t move.

“you… could you” you hint so he pulls away so you can walk again and he just keeps staring at you.

“it’s cute, this thing you’re doing”

“being all nervous?”you say seriously, maybe a little embarrassed and he smirks.

“trying to disguise that you feel something for me” he says casually and that makes you widen your eyes quickly, but soon disguising your unexpected reaction, “you know you don’t have to hide it, don’t you? it’s kind of obvious that… that i like it you too” he says looking at his feet and then looking at you.

you don’t know what to say, you just freeze as you stare at him, but he’s quick to break the tension between the two of you.

“i like you, y/n. i like you a lot” he runs his thumb over your lip and then gently slides it up to your chin, gently lifting your face and looking softly into your eyes.

he touches his lips to yours gently, which makes you shiver when you feel him against you, and then he kisses you softly; a passionate but calm kiss, a kiss that took your ground but left you calm because you knew he was there to hold you, he always do.

#thanks for requesting darling !! i hope you like <333 #𓂃 ʚ ʿ prompts! #shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #shinsou fluff #shinsou drabble

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

ms potion peddler can I please get a potion for Shinsou?

Well hello new traveler, it's always so nice to see new faces around here. It sure is! Please, make yourself comfortable as I try and brew what is needed for that potion 💛

It wasn't a lack of interest; that you knew for sure.

But Shinsou just never seemed to have the time of day to spare towards you and doing something. You could tell he liked you, it was obvious by the way he looked at you, and seemed to go out of his way to stand next to you.

But to actually do something? That was where you hesitated in his possible attraction to you. There was always something that made him say no to you - in a gentle way - but a rejection nonetheless.

You had to know why. You had to understand why someone seemed to have so much energy to spare to talk to you, but never had any to do something. Perhaps it was the work he did that left him so tired. Or the people he surrounded himself with, draining his energy away one way or another. Or maybe it indeed was he didn't want anything more with you.

But you had to know.

And that's how you stumbled upon the peddler - offering you a brew of lavender, blueberries, and a potion. She claimed it may help with the sluggishness you were experiencing. She left with a wink, and you knew exactly what she meant and what to do with your little teapot mixture.

You offered it to Shinso the next time you saw it; making sure it was hot enough to enjoy. And it was truly like magic, the way he seemed to spring to life; eyes shining more brightly as he looked upon you.

Lord knows how you managed to keep up; with him dragging you to every place he wished to take you. The museum to enjoy the beautifully painted art, the new flower exhibit that showcased flora from around the world and in bloom, the trampoline rooms to jump around and into the many foam pits, and to the tea room - the one near his home.

That was where he confessed that he always wished he had the courage to take you here and enjoy a lovely evening enjoying the tea time platters they had to offer.

enjoy~

#listen i think if shinsou really liked someone #he would have no problem talking to them #but hanging out?? #that's where he falters #so maybe he does need a bit of an energy boost to help him push past that #cause he feels he'll weigh you down and be boring to do stuff with #anyway hope you like it! #bnha shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou drabble #🔮.the peddler answers #🔮.the peddler plays #🔮.ask game

[ratsoks]

sunny days | h. shinsou

gender ;; neutral (you/yours)

warnings ;; blood, broken bones, death, major angst :( 

word count ;; 197

it was a sunny day when it happened.  the star's yellow light coated the ground in what could only be described as a golden liquid that exalted everything it touched. it bathed the sidewalk in a glory that no one can replicate, so pure that it was.  it was a sunny day when hitoshi shinsou found your bloodied body on the sidewalk.  it was a sunny day when you were bleeding out on the sidewalk with collapsing lungs and broken ribs, people stepping on your broken arms and legs without a care.  it was a sunny day when you died.  the violet-haired boy stared at your bruised and broken body with glazed-over eyes, a small tear making its way out of one.  you didn't deserve this.  no one deserved this.  no child deserved to die this way—no child deserved to die in their childhood at all.  so why was this nine-year-old lying here in a pool of their own blood?  why was hitoshi's younger sibling lying on the ground, being trampled by strangers?  he didn't know.  he didn't really want to know.  all hitoshi knew was the screaming coming from his throat didn't sound like him. 

#hitoshi shinsou #shinsou drabble #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #gender neutral #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #hitoshi shinso #angst #angsty drabble #jamie's posts #shinsou x sibling!reader #ratsoks

[strafepanzer]

haze | h.shinsou

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: mentions of shinbaku, fwb shinsou x fem!reader, no naughty stuff but 18+ conversation nevertheless, implied quirk usage

▸ ▸ ▸ word count: drabble-sized

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: playing with blog formatting and inserting into shinbaku. more to come probably! no edits

The smell of his favourite brew and the soft jazz wafting from the speakers make Shinsou feel somewhat at peace. Despite the time of night, you've agreed to meet him at your usual hangout: the cafe across the road from the apartment building you both live in-- neighbours, nothing more.

Never anything more. Not really.

You're in pyjamas: a worn gudetama set that he knows is soft as shit, a cardigan for warmth, and socks and slides. Cute, honestly. Any other occasion he'd make a joke at your expense, but it's 10pm and he did only text you 39 minutes ago to see if you were available.

It was a shit shift, but you seem to understand that he doesn't wanna unpack it, content just to be there with him, passively enabling his caffeine addiction.

Rather than being on him, however, your attention is on the TV mounted from the ceiling near the counter. It's muted, but there's no doubting the hero flinging himself through the sky in a series of explosions and a blur of black and orange, and there's no mistaking the stars in your eyes.

"You got a crush?" He asks, popping the lid from his takeaway cappuccino and licking at the chocolate sprinked froth.

"Huh? No!" You laugh, eyeing Shinsou off as he replaces the lid.

But there's a flush there, an embarrassment that wouldn't be there if he were wrong.

"You do, though. I can always tell." He teases, but he's right. He knew when you had the hots for the new barista 6 months ago, and he guessed about that hopeless crush you had on your tutor in college when the two of you ran into him at that bar last year.

"Doesn't matter. That guy is way outta my league." You sigh wistfully, eyeing the television longingly.

Shinsou snorts. "Bakugo?"

"No, his dad." You roll your eyes.

Shinsou chuckles, "he's not, though? I feel like people put that asshole up on a pedestal too much. He's just a dude."

A very hot, very famous pro-hero who Shinsou sometimes crosses paths with.

You give him a look and take a sip of your drink before placing it on the table. "What are you not telling me?" You narrow your eyes before your voice lowers conspiratorially. "Did you fuck him?"

Shinsou loves how fast your brain works. "Maybe he fucked me."

Your eyes light up. "Oh my god, I've indirectly slept with him?"

"Okay, this is beginning to hurt my ego."

You snort, an action Shinsou is absolutely smitten with. "I'm torn between wanting to know all of the juicy details, being jealous, and being mad you didn't tell me sooner."

"You don't tell me every person you sleep with." He shrugs, pulling a melodramatic gasp from your pretty lips.

"I do!" You're offended, brows pulling together and eyes wide. "You're the only person I've slept with in two years."

He blinks. This is... a surprising turn of events. That's as long as you've been hooking up.

Your fingers idly play with the condensation dripping from your drink, eyes downcast. He's hurt your feelings, and that hurts his. He's torn between smoothing it over and over-explaining, his too-tired-yet-wired brain jumping from A to B and back to A faster than he can actually compute.

Sometimes he forgets people aren't as free with their sexuality as he is.

"It..." he starts, growing frustrated with himself. "It happened twice. I don't think there was any reason, he didn't seek me out the first time or anything. And it's just sex, honest."

This isn't what he planned to talk to you about. In fact, he was sure he never wanted to tell you about the two of them ever, but his brain and mouth are clearly at war.

When he cautions a glance up at you, you meet his eyes with furrowed brows. He lets you process, feels that fast brain of yours tick, tick, ticking. But you dont say anything; no jests, no jokes, no cheeky predictions.

"I didn't ask you here to talk about Bakugo," he begins, trying to lighten the mood a little. "I just wanted to hang out. Sorry."

"You don't need to apologise, it's not like we're exclusive." You mumble just loud enough for him to hear. "You... like him, then?"

If it were socially acceptable to cackle like the witch from HR Puffinstuff, he would. "Like him? Babe, you meet him once, and I promise that little crush you have on him will fizzle away to nothingness."

"Mean!"

"He is! Extremely so!"

There's a soft smile on your face now, and it calms Shinsou some; he takes a drink from his coffee, savouring the bitterness as washes over his tongue.

There's a comfortable silence that follows, the kind that usually occupies the two of you in his lounge room as you both scroll on your phones and half watch shitty Netflix shows. It's crazy to him that you've hidden your crush on Bakugo so damn well, then again, he hadn't quite been forthcoming with his connection to the pro-hero.

A few moments pass, and you're slurping the last of your drink through the straw, shaking the ice around and tilting the cup so you can get the dregs.

"Is he bi?" You ask, trying to sound casual. Trying.

His interest is piqued, nonetheless. "I'm sorry?"

"I mean, I know I'm convenient, and you're up for anything, but does he exclusively sleep with men?"

Wow, okay, a lot to unpack there, but he explains: "I don't think he does, but the stuff we do might not be up your alley, sweetheart."

"I can--" you begin, too loudly. "I can do butt stuff, Hitoshi." You level with him seriously, voice lowered.

He can't help the hyena-esque howl that bubbles up his throat. "This is not a conversation for here." He spares a glance over your shoulder to the barista fussing about with the coffee grinder behind the counter.

You follow his line of sight, before your large, hopeful eyes are once again on him. "Can I come over?" You whisper, before taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He's once again torn, mind not knowing where to latch: your teeth in your lip, the "butt stuff" comment, you practically calling him a slut.

The possibility of explaining the ins and outs of how Bakugo begs Shinsou to use his quirk on him.

Heavy lidded eyes drop down to your chest, tits pushed together as you lean against the tabletop to be a little closer to him. "Yeah, you're coming over."

#shinsou x reader #implied shinbaku #shinsou drabble #leese writes

[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

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[frickingnerd]

comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

a/n: just a little drabble for shinsou <3

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips. 

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him. 

#shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi #shinsou #shinso #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #drabble #best friends #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #bnha #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader

[ms0milk]

when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the goddamned family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, it’s only been a few hours, and still he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shouto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him out of the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of five thousand pounds of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

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It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice and the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner I go in, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and blessedly you don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you.

“Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“That doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains, if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?” His aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap.

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a fallen comrade on the battlefield. Although you don't complain. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “I think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I– ” the other ear releases, “– just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? Who just gets dizzy, are you a fucking Victorian child? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

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When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today! He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key still in it and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you can hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground behind the corner of the kitchen wall.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping glass soda bottles and soft melon bread alike from his arms, as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to begin the checks for a vertebral injury. But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally scrolls through every single one as you try to form a sentence.

“you shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again now for the next fifty years unprompted.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“‘got hungry,” you admit openly because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

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Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a goddamned thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant, sneaky– that it’s obvious, they way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

Is he supposed to be able to focus on paperwork with you trying to catch your breath in a hallway when you think no one’s around? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, you haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” You sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear to get to you.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you...Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

#i think i probably need firefighter kirishima inside of me #shinsou wanting to fuck his pretty boss now has a gravitational pull that teeters on allconsuming #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #does anyone spell it #shinso x reader #? #that feels psychotic

[angelshimaa]

thinking about shinso who finds himself in love with you so suddenly. gn!reader, established relationship (hinted at it being new-ish)

one would assume someone like him would take his time easing into falling in love— he seemed like the type to take the stairs instead, taking care to dip his toes into it before he fully commits to the dive. hell, he thought so too.

then again, he never really could be sure about the way his heart worked when it came to you.

your head rests against his shoulder as lazy conversation drifts through his bedroom. you try to hang onto every single word you exchange, but you can't help how your eyelids droop so heavily, as if carrying the weight of the world.

it doesn't help just how comfortable his bed is.

“y/n? are you listening?” his voice sounds like liquid gold, so attractive in how effortlessly smooth it is. you force your eyes open, humming as if you were listening.

shinso's head is turned to look down at you and it's then that he notices just how tired you are. it's been a long day and he'd missed talking to you and hearing the sound of your voice, but he hadn't realised just how heavy the exhaustion weighed on you.

“why didn't you say you were tired, hm?”

your yawn is wide and long— so very cute to him— and you blink slowly up at him. “‘missed you, ‘toshi. i wanted to hear all you had to say— sleep can wait a bit.” your words are slightly slurred, but there's something about them that makes him feel so touched.

“well, clearly it can't.” his grin is lazy, and your lips do their best to pull back in an equally lazy smile. even with the heavy lidding of your eyes, you look at him in a way that still has him jittery— the kind of jittery that threatens to jump out of his chest and sing like every love story does.

“no no no no no, it can. keep talkin’, pretty boy— i’m listenin’.” the ‘pretty boy’ has the jitters coming in stronger, and he laughs— the light sort of laugh that suits soft moments like this.

“the ‘pretty boy’ will talk again tomorrow— now, let's sleep.” you don't have it in you to protest— nor do you want to, with the way your body feels ready to collapse.

it doesn't take very long for the two of you to settle comfortably under the sheets, and shinso just can't take his eyes off of you. with heavy eyelids and slurred words, you seem drunk off something and it amuses him.

the two of you face each other, and the purple of his eyes is almost hypnotising in how it traces over you. framed by deep eyebags, you don't think you've seen prettier eyes in all your life.

“g'night, ‘toshi. pretty pretty ‘toshi with the pretty eyes,” you giggle a little at your words, and the way you gaze at him has his heart thumping in a heavier manner than he's used to.

“sleep well, babe,” is all he can muster— his mind is too preoccupied with the beauty of you to say anything else. dear lord, you make him so very nervous.

shinso stays awake while you give way to sleep, trying to understand the strangeness in his heartbeat, the wonder swimming in his veins and the content pooling into his stomach. he's never called it what it is before— but tonight has made him aware that he just might start doing exactly that.

there wasn't anything better to call it, anyway— ‘love’ has never fitted a singular person so well before.

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[uravichii]

4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi

genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!

cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡

shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.

whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.

when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:

"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"

"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."

you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.

he snorts at your adorable expression.

"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."

a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.

he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:

"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.

"power nap?" he guesses.

"just for 20 minutes."

"alright, c'mere."

you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"

your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."

hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."

"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.

hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.

"that's... that's the calendar, babe."

and then another attempt,

"you're dialing 430?"

"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"

he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.

he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.

instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.

"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"

he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.

you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"

you give him a tired smile in response.

this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.

you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.

"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"

you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."

"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.

"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."

hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?

hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.

"hey." he calls.

"hm?"

"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."

you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"

he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"

"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.

"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."

"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."

your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.

hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."

he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.

silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.

a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.

hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."

you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.

"hitoshi?"

"yeah? what is it?"

you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.

"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"

hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.

"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."

special tag: this is for @escapenightmare who also recently carried a whole group project on her back gws <3

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@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVE♡

Lool, here it is~ c;

When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.

However, you weren't expecting... that.

A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."

You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.

"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.

Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.

The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".

And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.

You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.

A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"

The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.

You gulped.

Jesus, this man was...

"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."

You almost tripped. "I didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.

Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.

You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.

"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."

You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."

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[bakubunny]

🤲🧎🏻‍♀️kindly asking for shinso + "don't give me that look" and/or "i haven't even touched you and you're already this wet" 😵‍💫🥵

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY 🥳💜💜

“i haven’t even touched you…” is one of my all time faves. 😩 i’ll gladly fill this request! and thank you!! happy early birthday to you too! i made this a birthday date with shin to celebrate you. ☺️

side note: i used sir as a title/honorific, but if you don’t want that, let me know and i’ll change it.

hope this was worth the wait! 💜

cw: aged up characters, teasing, sir as title, fingering, pet names: baby, kitten, pretty girl, good girl

When he’d brought you here, he truly had no intention of getting you so worked up. It was supposed to be a fun, innocent date with your boyfriend. A cute date with popcorn and candy at a drive in theater for your birthday. but with Hitoshi, things weren’t always that simple.

Everything started out great. You’d bought your car ticket ahead of time for the Friday night double feature: Scream and Don’t Breathe, perfect for a crisp October night snuggled up in the backseat of his car with blankets and pillows on either side of the two of you. With the radio set to the right frequency to hear the movie and your favorite goodies nearby, the first movie started rolling.

Hitoshi’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and you leaned in to his embrace to get comfortable. He thought it was adorable the way you jumped just a little with wide eyes at a movie you’d both seen several times; even though the movie was a predictable watch at this point, it still got you enough for him to notice you subtle movements and small gasps. And come to think of it, he did love hearing you gasp. His pants got a little tighter thinking of how he’d made you gasp and moan the night before with your fingers curled in his hair….

You leaned forward to grab your drink from the cup holders and you just looked too damn cute, enraptured by the film on screen. His large hand slid down your spine and rubbed the small of your back for a moment and moved back up around your shoulder. The credits of the first movie began, signaling the intermission, when you felt Hitoshi’s gaze.

“Happy birthday, pretty girl. Is this the extravagant night you’d hoped for?” His eyes were playful as he looked down at you.

“I’d say so. I get to be snuggled up with you watching movies. What more could I ask for?” you replied.

Hitoshi’s brow lifted slightly, a grin curled around his lips as he leaned in. “I can think of a few things….”

You smiled as your lips met, his hand moving up to cradle your face. His kiss was tender for a moment, but as you continued it shifted to firm and wanting as his tongue slid over yours. Hitoshi groaned into your mouth.

"Come here," he said, pulling you into his lap so you straddled him.

Hidden by the dark of night and slightly tinted windows, he took your face in his hands and kissed you once again. A shiver of need ran down your spine the deeper he pulled you. From the way his thumb stroked your cheek at first to the way he massaged the back of your neck as he kissed you, every movement he made had heat pooling between your legs. You felt a smile on his lips when a small groan left your own.

Warm kisses trailed down your jaw to your ear as your breath fell shallow. You wanted to stop him as his mouth descended on your neck, and you almost did. Hitoshi knew how sensitive your neck was. But it was hard to think when intense pleasure shot through your body as he latched on to every tender place he could, kissing, sucking, licking in a way that made your eyes roll as you whimpered.

“Baby, please,” you said, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“What is it, kitten?” Hitoshi teased between kisses. “Is everything alright?”

You gripped his shoulder tighter as his teeth grazed your neck. “You already know.”

One of his hands ran down to your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh. “Tell me anyways. I want to hear it.”

“I… I’m gonna want more if you keep it up, and we really shouldn’t do this here,” you replied.

His hands slipped under your sweater and unclipped your bra. “Just let me play with your tits while we wait for the next movie, yeah?”

Heat rushed to your groin and flushed your cheeks. “Fine, just while we wait.”

Hitoshi took your tits in his large hands, massaging them before dipping his head to slip a nipple In between his lips with a groan. His tongue ran over the swollen bud as he sucked, pinching and playing with your other nipple in his hand. Another moan left your throat as your hips wanted to buck into the swelling bulge in his pants.

Hitoshi grabbed you by the hip. “No. Stay still for me.”

You groaned, but did as he asked while he took your other tit into his mouth. A subtle throb built between your thighs the longer he stayed. As the minutes passed and he continued to tease relentlessly, your whimpers got louder. The second movie eventually started, but Hitoshi didn’t let up. You squirmed in his grasp in an attempt to get away, desperate to find relief from the wet ache in your cunt.

“‘Toshi,” you whined. “It’s starting.”

“But you sound so pretty, baby. I don’t wanna stop,” he replied.

With that he continued, much to your pleasure or dismay, you weren’t sure. Your breath was heavy as you clung to him, little threads and shocks of pleasure running through your body.

You groaned. “You gotta stop or I need you to touch me or something. I can’t take it.”

Hitoshi ignored you, even with a gentle tug on his hair.

“S-sir, please,” you said softly, “I need you.”

He pulled his head up to look at you and smirked, your cheeks flushed with eyes begging for anything he’d be willing to give.

“That’s my girl. Jeans off for me,” he said.

You quickly pulled them off and leaned back against the pillows lining the car door. You’d thought that, after he’d spent so damn long on your tits, making you writhe in his arms, that the teasing was over. But no.

Hitoshi’s hands slid up your thighs as he kissed you. He somehow managed to maneuver his body so that his head was between your thighs. He trailed each one with kisses from your knees all the way to the innermost part of your thighs. His lips ghosted across your cunt in anticipation, but never quite got there. With more slowness than you thought necessary, he pulled off your panties to claim his red, swollen little prize.

“Fuck, kitten, just look at you…. You’re dripping for me and I haven’t even touched you,” Hitoshi said.

His lips met yours once more. You whined into his mouth when he ran his fingers along your folds before finally sliding them into your cunt. Fingers slightly curled, he sated the ache of your body with a hard, steady pace as you made out. Your legs quivered and you moaned as you came, shockwaves of pleasure rolling down your body. He brought his hand from your cunt to your lips and you took what was offered, cleaning off his fingers between your lips.

“Such a good girl….” Hitoshi said, leaning in for another kiss.

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[daisiescomelate]

Hi I don't know if your requests are open or who you write for, but if you write for Shinsou can I get a Shinsou in love headcanon list? ♡

Hello!! I've never written Shinsou before but I'll try :3 It's a little bit longer than the post about Katsuki in love but I hope you like it ❤️

A/N: Shinsou always striked me as an overthinker.

💜 Shinsou in love is very self aware. He was quick to admit to himself that you were his type since the moment he saw you from a distance, and even if it made him feel troubled, he noticed pretty much immediately when those feelings started to develop as something else, something more.

💜 Shinsou in love had never approached someone he liked before so he was kind of awkward the whole time until he decided there was nothing else he could do other than gather some courage and tap on your shoulder to just say whatever.

💜 Shinsou in love made a total of two attempts to strike a conversation with you, but because you didn’t completely understand how his quirk worked you got caught by it almost instantly both times. It was too embarrassing for him, embarrassing to the point he didn’t want to risk it again a third time; and to make things worse, it made him fall a little bit self conscious about his quirk like in the old times.

💜 Shinsou in love who dropped any thoughts of ever going to get anywhere with you because of this issue, and decided to let his crush die with time.

💜 Shinsou in love who never expected to be the type to experience a pinch in his heart when seeing his crush from afar.

💜 Shinsou in love who after a few months thought of a different approach because giving up so soon seemed a bit lame. He came up with the idea of getting closer to you by trying to get along with the people who were usually around you and with whom he didn’t mind messing up with. He failed. He had never been the popular type, anyways –people were usually scared of him for being the quiet, serious guy with the bad attitude.

💜 Shinsou in love who called it quits and told himself this wasn’t that big of a deal.

💜 Shinsou in love who eventually stopped checking social media as often as he usually did because you kept popping out on his feed. He didn’t want to block you or unfollow you because he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. He got a new hobby instead, doing crafts. He wasn’t that good at it either to be honest, but he needed something to kill time –and to keep his mind busy, distract himself.

💜 Shinsou in love who began to avoid places you usually frequented because any progress he felt he made about overcoming his crush shattered the moment he saw you somewhere.

💜 Shinsou in love who accidentally made friends with someone you knew on a random day. He found out when that person introduced you to him during a friend’s night out and he couldn't believe his luck.

💜 Shinsou in love whose heart squeezed and whose stomach did a little flip when after a few outs together he realized you had learn about how to communicate with him without falling for his quirk. He suspected your common friend taught you how, after noticing the way Shinso went quiet around you not to set you up by accident.

💜 Shinsou in love who made his best to keep his face from showing what finally being able to have silly, random conversations with you did to him.

💜 Shinsou in love whose number you got from the group chat and you messaged once to send him a video you talked about to him during lunch.

💜 Shinsou in love who, despite himself, since then tried to come up with endless excuses to keep texting you in your private chat.

💜 Shinsou in love who at last found himself staring at his ceiling at three in the morning on a random thursday, his phone screen lighting up the dark of his room. He had realized what he felt for you was beyond a crush after he caught himself rereading for the third time the texts you two had been sending to each other until late hours of the night, when it became too hard for you to stay up and you had to apologize to go to bed.

💜 Shinsou in love who felt his chest hurt, laying on his bed and covering his eyes with both hands, trying to think how to get himself out of this mess. What hunted him the most was the fact that you were as nice and dedicated to everyone as you were to him. It was quite obvious to him that you just saw him as a friend.

💜 Shinsou in love that couldn’t think of confessing without feeling like he was overstepping and putting you into an awkward position.

💜 Shinsou in love who tried once again to swallow his feelings but started to feel suffocated by them.

💜 Shinsou in love who never expected to be this kind of a coward.

💜 Shinsou in love who stood up, turned his nightlight on and grabbed pen and paper, and told himself to just ‘get it over with’.

💜 Shinsou in love who wrote his confession in the form of an apology and put it on his pocket. He told himself he had one week to give this to you because if he kept delaying this whole deal there was no way his feelings wouldn’t eventually mess with your friendship.

💜 Shinsou in love who gave you the letter feeling like an idiot one night outside of a restaurant after having dinner with your group of friends. As he handed it over, he told you that if you decided not to bring up the letter after that night he would know what it meant, and would do his best not to ever mention it again either.

💜 Shinsou in love who got startled when you suddenly jumped to hug him without even looking at the letter. You knew exactly what it said without reading it because of the way he avoided your eyes while he handed it to you, and because you felt exactly the same way.

💜 Shinsou in love who after his initial shock hugged you back and buried his nose on your neck.

💜 Shinsou in love who got just a tiny bit emotional about it but will forever deny it.

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[leathernourishingshoepolish]

Dressing up in creepy costumes with hitoshi and going around UA dorms at night and scaring the shit out of everyone 😭

Izuku accidentally showing PDA because when hes with you all he sees is you and he forgets abt everything else around him. 😭😭

Christmas activities with sho. Wearing soft comfy clothes. Making Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses with him. Eating sweets while watching your favorite Christmas movie together while laying by the fireside and just feeling so in love.

Peeping into the kitchen to see katsuki dancing and cooking and doing lil twirls and just seeming so HAPPY and at PEACE. Also probably singing whatever song he likes 😭.

Trick or treating with kiri!! Dressing up in matching outfits and going out to get candy like little kids and giggling as you skip down the neighborhood while holding hands.

Denki would just decide one day hes gonna surprise you when you walk into your dorm room by singing some corny ass song and holding a ring pop for you while down on one knee 😭😭

Sero who introduces you to his family and his mother and siblings absolutely LOVE YOU. LIKE AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT. You’re basically part of their family and his siblings share embarrassing stories about him while hes playfully grimacing in shame 😭

Aizawa whos birthday surprise you secretly plan with mic and 1A to surprise him on the night he gets back from patrol. He ended up tearing up when he came back to his kids, bsf and wife all together with a surprise and a new kitty just for him. HE WAS SO HAPPY 😭

Doing skin care with shiggy on the rare occasion he gets to relax and hes just ridiculing all your products while youre dying of laughter and telling him to keep still while you paint his nails hot pink 😭😭

All of them who is so in absolute love with you and cherish you sm 😭

Mha imagines <3

Reblogs appreciated!

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