#they put everything into him... on top of it being the fate collab patch...

[baeshijima]

I just saw Phainon animation leaks and oh my god... It's peak 😭

IT REALLY IS LIKE HELLO GOD IS THAT U I SEE?????

[shoutosteakettle]

⤷ pairing: natsuo todoroki x fem!rreader

⤷ genre: slight angst, fluff

⤷ word count: 2418

⤷ warnings: maybe ooc natsuo 

⤷ a/n: i am so fucking excited to post this fic because it is my first fic for a server collab!! check out the rest of the fics for the collab here, everyone on the list is such a talented writer and i know that they put a lot of effort into their fics. and as always, thank you @ererokii for the beautiful banner for this fic,, i love you aims 

☆彡

You have memories from one year ago today!

You looked at the notification on your phone, trying your best not to let the tears biting at the corner of your eyes spill out onto your cheeks. Even though you know you shouldn’t have, you opened the app; your eyes immediately darted towards the face of your ex. It had only been a couple weeks since he parted ways with you, but you had already forgotten just how handsome he was, and just how happy you used to be.

“Fuck!”

Your pained yelp was loud enough to startle the elderly couple sitting on the bench in front of you. You got up, brushed the dirt off your skirt, and sent a bow to them as a quick sorry for your vulgar language. When you straightened your back to stand up, your shoulders still slightly hunched, you looked in front of you, losing sight of why you had come here in the first place – not sure you ever really had a reason.

It was hard to keep track of your thoughts when you were overwhelmed by the amazingly beautiful scenery in front of you. The warm colors of the wilting leaves on the autumn trees paired almost perfectly with the fairy lights strung from them, lighting the path of food stands, game booths, and street performers as if it was art taken from the pages of a fairytale book.

As you trailed the path you had many times before, though you were usually accompanied by the person you thought you would love you forever, you let the nostalgia wash over you, almost completely forgetting about the stabbing pain in your right ankle for a minute or two. But you were brought back to your less than desirable reality when you found your face buried in the broad chest of a stranger. You limped backward, fully ready to apologize profusely to the stranger, but your breath hitched, and you couldn’t find the words to do so when you caught sight of his face.

The first thing you noticed was the definition in his jaw, the bones shaped as if was done by the gods themselves. Your eyes took note of just how clear his skin was, absent of even the slightest imperfections (despite being a full-time college student). In all your awe, you hadn’t noticed that his eyes were tracing your face in the exact same way. Taking in everything from the volume of your hair to the shape of your nose. It wasn’t until your eyes met his did you finally say something, “I- I’m so sorry, I must not have been paying attention.” You sent him a curt bow before standing back up and continuing on your limped journey for the infirmary.

But you stopped your steps once again when the white-haired male that you had run into placed a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay,” he asked, gently turning you around, noticing the way you were trying to avoid putting pressure on your right foot.

“Yeah, I just- I think I sprained my ankle,” you told him, not even bothering to hold back the pained expression on your face anymore.

“Oh? That’s perfect- this is the nurses’ booth,” he said, pointing to the sign hanging from the hem of the tent.

“So, what happened,” he asked, rummaging behind his desk, most likely looking for what he would need to get you patched up.

You cringed at the memory as it replayed in your head in response to his question. “I was, uh, distracted on my phone and ended up missing a step going down the stairs, I took a little tumble, and here we are,” you explained, still mortified by the whole ordeal, but smiling to yourself about the way he chuckled at your last comment.

You watched him rise from his squatted position, ice and bandages in hand, before striding over to the cot you had situated yourself on. He sat down his supplies on the table next to you, making small talk as he rolled over the stool from his desk to the foot of your cot. “May I,” he asked his hands hovering above your right foot. Understanding he needed to take off your pump to help you out, you gave him a shy nod. 

You felt your cheeks heat up at the sight of the chipped nail polish on your toes. You meant to get them done; you just hadn’t gotten around to it yet, what with all the self-loathing. You jumped at the feeling of his hands on your skin. 

“Cold right,” he laughed, looking up to send you a quick smile, “I get it from my mom.” His smile looked sad, like there was a lot more emotion behind it then he was letting on. 

“So why are you here instead of enjoying the festival,” you asked him. He looked pretty young, around your age, so it was hard to believe he was actually a nurse.

“I’m actually in Uni, my first year. I’m majoring in health and welfare; extra credit for one of my classes was tending to the booth,” he explained, not looking at you, but rather focused on examining your ankle. You didn’t mind though; he had the most beautiful side profile and was truly a joy to look at. Everything from the lack of color in his hair and how it framed his face perfectly, to the length of his eyelashes and how they [make blinking sexy]. He went to ask you a question in return but was cut off when you let out a sharp hiss in return to his fingers pressing a little too hard on your ankle.

“Yeah, it’s definitely sprained,” he confirmed, looking up to see your face completely drained of little positivity it had before. “Don’t worry babes, this is what we’re gonna do.” You watched with glossy eyes as he rolled over to pick up the ice pack sitting on the table next to you before rolling back over to take another look at your ankle.

“We’ll use ice to help with the swelling and hopefully some of the pain, yeah,” he said very matter of factly despite the questioning tone of his voice. He looked up to you once again, waiting for a sign of confirmation that you were following him, so you sent him another shy nod. “We’ll do this for around 15 minutes. What time is now?”

You grabbed your phone from on top of the table next to you, tapping the screen and seeing the numbers 8:53 shine across the top. “It’s 8:53,” you repeated, reading the numbers off of your home screen.

“It’s already that late,” he questioned more to himself than anyone else. “So 9:03, go ahead and set a timer, so we don’t lose track of time.” You did as he asked, ignoring the smile of your ex as you swiped out of that app and onto the clock app, putting in fifteen minutes into the timer and pressing start.

“So what are you doing here at the festival,” he asked, finally taking a good look at you for the first time since you ran into him outside.

“Um,” you started, looking for an answer you could give him. “I come here every year to celebrate my anniversary.”

“Oh, you’re married,” he asked, taking a second look at your hand, dreading that he might see a ring he missed at first glance.

You feel your cheek heat up at the thought of marriage, how nice that would be. “No, actually, I’m recently single,” you clarified for him, shifting uncomfortably in the awkward silence following.

After a minute or two, perhaps the longest in your life, you found it in you to look him in the eyes again, only to find his were already looking back at you. “It’s probably for the best. Everything happens for a reason, and all of that, right?”

“Right,” you chuckled in response. Of all the ways you looked at your breakup trying to put reason behind your ex’s sudden, I think we’d be better off apart, never had you once looked at it as it was just fate. Your relationship being simply not meant to be, but maybe that was the best way to see it.

“What about you, are you in a relationship,” you asked, not meaning to come off as desperate as you're sure you sounded.

“Unless you're asking about the intense love-hate relationship that I have with my textbooks, then no,” he said, laughing with you at his own joke. “Why do you ask?”

You felt your cheeks heat up once again at his sudden inquiry, and for what felt like the thousandth time today, you found yourself without an answer to his question. “Just curious,” were the two words you were miraculously able to get out without stuttering.

“You said you were majoring in health and welfare, right,” you asked, desperately trying to detour the conversation from the topic of relationship status.

“Yeah.”

“So you want to be a doctor,” you asked, tilting your head to the side just a bit so you could get a better view of his face.

“That’s the plan,” he answered, keeping in line with his usual jokey tone.

“Why is-”

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question or two,” he suggested, cutting you off with the most teasing voice.

“Are you in Uni,” he asked. Your face, while beautiful, was an unfamiliar one.

“Yeah, but I go to school in Tokyo,” you said, a little embarrassed at the fact that you drove so far just to reminisce a little.

“That’s pretty cool! The city life over there is pretty exciting, right,” he asked, sounding almost awestruck.

“Yeah! I don’t go out much, but when I do, I always have a lot of fun,” you gushed, unable to keep the smile off your face as the memories came rushing back to you.

“Maybe I’ll have to come up there and take you out sometime,” he laughed, playing it off as a joke, but you didn’t miss the wink that he sent your way. 

“I think I would really enjoy that,” you smiled, watching as a soft pink tinted his cheeks at your sudden bluntness.

“I-”

Just as he was about to say something in return, the timer you had set went off, the sound of the phone’s default ringtone blaring throughout the room.

“Alrighty,” he groaned, taking the ice off of your ankle and rolling over to the bedside table one last time. He put down the ice and picked up the bandages before rolling over the foot of your cot once again. You winced at the feeling of pain when he reached for your ankle. You could see it in his face that he was hurting for you as he wrapped up your foot. You're sure he said something doctorly about how compression was supposed to help with the swelling but you were too focused between the delicate work of his hands and the look on his face as he concentrated to pay attention.

It wasn’t until the feeling of your pump being placed back on your foot did you finally realize that he was finished. You set yourself down on two feet, listening to his advice about not putting too much pressure on your right foot. But even without walking on it, your right foot still hurt like a bitch.

“I can help you out,” he offered, already sweeping you off your feet before you had a chance to politely decline, sure that he had better things to do than helping you for any longer.

You couldn’t stop the soft giggle that left you as relaxed in his arms, feeling like you were right at home. Like this is where you were supposed to be there. Like he was made for you and you, him.

“It’s really pretty out here in the moonlight, huh,” you questioned rhetorically, the lights that shone in the streets reflecting in your eyes just like stars twinkled in the night sky.

“Yeah, it really is,” he agreed, but his eyes weren’t on the scenery. They were focused on you. Taking in your face all over again in fear that he might forget just how beautiful you were in the time between now and whenever the next time you see him is, that is, if he ever sees you again.

As he carried you bridal style through the festivities that was the fall festival and through the parking lot to your car, silence overcame the two of you, but unlike before, this silence was comfortable, nothing but the murmurs of people indulging in conversations and the crunch of leaves under your savior’s feet every now and then. No words were needed; if anything, they would probably ruin this moment between you and him. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this at home with someone, but you certainly wouldn’t say that you minded the feeling. Despite his cold hands on your skin, your heart was overflowing with warmth, and it was all because of him.

“Which is yours,” he asked, nodding his head towards the cars. When you pointed out yours, he took his last couple of steps with you in his arms before carefully setting you down in front of your car. You weren’t ready to say goodbye yet. You wanted a little more time with him.

“Oh my god, I never got your name,” you confessed, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting something so important.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m Natsuo, Natsuo Todoroki.” 

“Well, Natsuo, Natsuo Todoroki,” you began, playfully mocking his cliche answer to your previous question, “would you mind giving me your number,” you asked, offering him your phone.

“Of course not,” in return for your he handed you his phone already opened to the contact app, and ready for you to input your information. 

“I don’t give that out to just anyone, so make sure you put it to good use,” he winked, taking his phone from you and turning around to walk back to his booth, but not without stealing one last glance from you as you climbed inside your car.

As you suffered the pain that was driving with a sprained ankle, there was only one thing running through your mind that distracted you from it all; Natsuo Todoroki was starting to look like a person you could make new memories with.

[wakaoujisenhime]

Mighty waves - Daigoro x reader

Synopsis: A clairvoyant predicts your kingdom's ruin, and no matter how ridiculous this claim sounds, your position forces you to take it seriously.

One day disaster struck as a fleet of warships takes course towards your empire. Your situation seems hopeless at first, but then one of your messengers reports how a particular individual requests an audience with you. Overcome by despair and ready to hoist the white flag of defeat, you accept, but the man you come across appears to be someone entirely different ...

tags/warnings: Daigoro x reader ✅  smut (18+) ✅  royalty x pirate AU ✅  oral sex ✅  quirkplay/quirk usage ✅  slight dubcon ✅  

A/N: This fic is based on a prompt a server bot-generated for me while I was contemplating what kind of fantasy AU would be suitable for this hunk of a man whom I love so much. Choosing him specifically meant that I'd have to include some minor manga spoilers...hope you don't mind... All in all, I have to say that I'm a little disappointed with how this turned out, but maybe some of you guys will still enjoy it even if it’s just a little bit! (〃．．)

This piece is also my very first contribution to a bnharem collab, so I really hope you'll enjoy it, and please make sure to check the other authors' unique works out! *\(>‿<)/*

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Being the queen of an entire empire wasn't always an easy task, thanks to the lot of expectations and responsibilities resting on your shoulders, and to top it all off, you had to always remain calm and polite, no matter what or who you were confronted with.

Back when you first got appointed as queen, there was this elderly woman who requested an audience, under the pretense that she had some alarming news for you. Wishing for nothing but the best for your people, you granted her request.

Two years from now on, the kingdom will meet its end by the hand of soldiers from the sea...

This was the future's outlook, according to the self-proclaimed oracle of fate. Regardless of your personal opinion, you had to keep on smiling and politely accept her 'great words of wisdom' but did you really believe her?

No matter your conclusion, here you were now gripping your throne chair's arms to such an extent that your courtiers were starting to consider the possibility of your knuckles piercing through your skin, and it frightened them even more than they already were.

One of your messengers just brought you the news of an incoming fleet of enemy soldiers, who were ready to battle you and your men so that their ruler's plan of expanding his own kingdom could succeed.

Since you were repeatedly asked and pleaded to give your crown up and just let your home be annihilated, it didn't surprise you that they'd resort to war next after the countless rejections you wrote and mailed them. No, the most surprising and unexpected thing for you was their numbers. You knew that their kingdom was just a thousand men more than yours, so why did the messenger report a count of 20 enormous ships, all loaded with soldiers, heading straight for the small patch of land you called a 'kingdom'?

The fear that the moment they set foot on your land, the outcome would be nothing more than a brutal and pretty much one-sided bloodshed overcame you. 

You were lost, hopeless, had neither someone to turn to and ask for help nor the ability and resources to help yourself.

What am I going to do now?

After asking yourself this one particular question multiple times, the only conclusion you managed to draw from it was to admit defeat to protect your citizens' lives.

Your decision was greeted with some resistance at first, but after your courtiers noticed just how anxious you actually were, they shut up, and heavy heartedly accepted their fate.

——

"Your highness...someone just set sail on land and demands to have a word with you." informed you one of your messengers, a hint of fear accompanying this dreaded piece of information.

You held your breath for a second and let your eyes wander around the throne room, noticing nothing but despair twisted faces. Their expressions pained you enough as is, but the presumption that you were about to meet the general of the entire crew only made you realize just how low of a blow the next words you'd utter be.

"...bring this person to me."

With each passing minute, your body continuously tensed up, and the fact that you didn't know who you were about to meet didn't make your situation any better.

Soon though, you began hearing the faint sound of very heavy steps, making you wonder just what kind of individual you were about to encounter.

The heavy throne room doors were opened, and a muscular man stepped through them. His walk was more confident than that of your advisors or even your own. With every step he took, his frame got bigger and broader than it was the first time you looked at him, and you couldn't help but retract ever so slightly in your seat.

"Well, hello there, your highness, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!"

Even with these few words, his deep and rumbling voice managed to break through your perfect façade of a 'noblewoman'.

This was the first time in your entire life a man managed to leave such an impression on you that every word you planned on saying failed you.

While you were in this small trance of yours, both of you used the opportunity to eye the other.

While you still eyed his impressive physique and tried to figure out why his playful yet serious gaze made him seem attractive to you, he did the same. The man standing before you was more of a warrior than any of your soldiers, or at least that's what the countless scars on his body told you, and there was no room for doubt in your mind that he was the type of guy who'd always get what he wants, no matter the cost.

"Have you come here to claim what you've wanted all these years?" you asked with the firmest voice you could muster. Much to your surprise, the man before you seemed quite confused for a second, but after a short, while he had recovered, and a bright grin replaced his former poker face.

"Oh, there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding between us." he paused for a second and spread his arms as if he was about to embrace someone. "You see… I'm not a part of that small army that was headed towards your kingdom."

Small army…? And he's not a part of it?

It was now his turn to explain what he meant, so he smiled and began walking up and down the small space in front of you.

"Well milady, I am the captain of a small crew which consists of nothing but pirates. All we wanted was to visit your kingdom, which has been the only one up until now to not fight with us, and it just so happens that the fleet which was headed your way, posed some difficulties...so I chose to eliminate them."

The last part of his sentence made you shiver, and even though he grinned from one ear to the other, you just knew that he was absolutely serious.

Your relationship with the pirates was genuinely peaceful, cause unlike your predecessors, you were more focused on building a more comfortable and accepting society than on gaining riches from the bandits of the sea. But you weren't stupid; you knew that this self-proclaimed captain of a pirate crew had done everything with some kind of goal in mind, so you decided to show him that you weren't about to back down from whatever request he was about to propose, so you stood up from your throne and headed right for him.

Much to your surprise, he was polite enough to actually stop his little walk and stand still like a soldier while his eyes never left your gracefully moving form. You thought that he was tall before, but now that the two of you faced each other, you couldn't help but direct your eyes straight toward the ceiling; that's how enormous this man's height was.

"Now that you've gotten rid of them for us...what is it that you'd like to receive as compensation?"

If he had eyebrows, then you would've seen him raising them ever so slightly. He then did something that no one has ever dared to do, namely, take your hand in his own massive one. That small gesture put your guards on the alarm, and within just a couple of seconds, their hands were on their swords' handles. If you hadn't stopped them, then they might have been the ones that needed saving…

——

"Your highness...are you sure about this?"

"We don't know what he and his comrades might come up with, so let us at least send someone with you! Even if it's jus-"

"Gentleman, please calm yourselves down. He isn't some kind of barbarian...all he did was invite me to dinner at his ship so that we can talk about our individual plans. There's really no need for you to worry this much."

While their concerned gazes rested on your back, you slowly headed back to your room in order to prepare for this evening's rendezvous...

——

When you arrived at his ship, the first thing he did was compliment your choice in garments, saying just how well this black dress fitted you and successfully managed to emphasize your body's most charming points. He then helped you up on deck and hooked your arm around his own as he gave you a tour of his wooden home, all the while the man cheerfully shared pieces of memories with you. It didn't take you long to realize that he was indeed different than any other man you've met before.

The way he carried himself, the carefree and bright grin that adorned his lips almost the entire time, and his adventurous character made him stand out the most from all the other countless interesting and peculiar people you've met up until now.

"Well, milady, it seems like our tour is slowly coming to an end."

With slightly wide and surprised eyes, you began glancing around, it seemed to him as if you couldn't believe it and felt the need to confirm it for yourself, but in Truth, all you were looking for was another room so that the two of you could spend more time by each other's sides.

In that short period, he had managed to awake so much curiosity in you with merely his own recollections of his daily life. It was no secret that a ruler like you wasn't really authorized to embark on random adventures; your kingdom was and had to be your only concern, until the day your successor was fit for the throne. Up until now, you never questioned or doubted these 'facts.' Still, when you heard of the many rebellious situations the bulky man next to you had gotten himself into, your inner adventurer couldn't help but try to break free. And that's when a particular door caught your eye.

"Sir, I think there is still some exploring left to do" you said and discreetly pointed to the room that embodied your hope to stay here longer.

After a short while of silence, he simply took course to the room you wished to see, opened the door, and let you go in first.

Turns out that this was his own cabin.

With flushed cheeks, you took a look around, admiring just how minimalistic he had arranged it to be. The only furnishings he had were his bed and one of those massive wooden desks your ministers owned.

While you were looking around with slightly flushed cheeks, the pirate beside you began strolling around you in rather big circles.

"Don't you think that an introduction should usually come before sharing a bed?" he asked with a smug grin, enjoying just how red you'd gotten as realization hit you. Before you could defend yourself, he closed the distance between the two of you to such an extent that you could literally feel him breathing down your neck every time he walked behind you.

"Truth be told...I don't really mind your way of thinking. If anything...I like it."

Just as you were about to turn around in order to meet his gaze, you felt something like a rope wrap itself around your body, completely stilling your movements.

"Oh no, my dear queen...I wouldn't struggle if I were you."

Despite his warning, you decided to take your chance and wiggle out of whatever had wrapped itself around you like a snake. Unfortunately for you, the more you kept on fighting against it, the tighter it grew, so you had to stop before it squeezed you to death.

"You're quite the rebel, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly.

The man was now standing right before you, his eyes darker than the night sky, but there was also something else hidden beneath that darkness...a certain glint you couldn't quite characterize.

He placed one of his big hands on your shoulder while the other gently caressed your cheek.

"Since we pretty much skipped a proper name exchange, let me catch up on that."

"W-Why now all of a sudden?" you hissed, expecting to earn yourself some kind of annoyed reaction, but what you earned was another one of his grins instead.

"Trust me... you'll need it."

After he said those words, he kissed your lips and placed both of his massive hands at the collar of your dress. The moment he found the buttons, which were hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric, he began undoing them one by one, slowly but surely exposing your upper body to the mild temperature of his room.

His lips began trailing down to your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of small marks behind. You were so confused and overwhelmed by the entire situation that you hadn't noticed how his hands had begun to slowly expose your lower body as well, and when you finally realized it, it was too late.

"You do know that it was a pretty bold move of yours to come to this meeting on your own, right? It might've been better for you to at least bring a guard or two with you."

That statement made you mad, and that only helped your body to increase the amount of adrenaline that was circulating inside of you. Luckily the black rope-like mass, which bound you, had released your legs a short while ago so that the bald man could slide your dress' skirt down. You used that opportunity and attempted to kick his abdomen, but his reflexes were quicker.

The man's hand caught your calf and placed it on top of his shoulder, while his other hand supported your back and stopped you from falling back.

Now that his face was literally facing your clothed sex, you were far more embarrassed than before, and knowing that your plan had no outlook of success, crushed any remaining hope of escape.

"Mm...I should've known that you were an impatient person, but who would've thought that you would be so desperate."

With each word he uttered, his breath teased your slightly twitching core, and thanks to the thin light pink material that separated his grinning mouth from your private parts, it was relatively easy to tell how wet you already were.

Daigoro Banjo

This was the last thing you heard before your panties were ripped apart, your labia spread, and your clit attacked by his tongue. A single gasp escaped your lips as you tried to pull your hips back and stop him from pleasuring you any further, but - as expected - your attempt was nullified by his hand and those misty ropes that enveloped your body so that it remained in a straight position.

His tongue lapped against your folds as he slurped up every bit of your flowing juices, making sure that none of it was wasted by trickling down your thighs. 

The moment his thick fingers entered you, you were reduced to a trembling and moaning mess that wanted nothing more than to cum. You had to bite your lip in order to stop yourself from moaning any further, hoping that the pain might stop your rapidly approaching orgasm for at least a short while. 

Daigoro noticed your futile attempt and immediately thought of a countermeasure. He bared his teeth and bit your already swollen and sensitive clit, while his thick fingers arched up to where your g-spot was and began rubbing it at a relatively quick and brutal pace.

Being pleasured that intensely was a first for you, and that fact mixed with the gradually growing shame caused some tears to begin flowing down cheeks.

"Cum for me, my queen, come on now..."

You shook your head, not wanting to lose even that last bit of dignity you had left by fulfilling his request, but unfortunately, he didn't take no as an answer and did something that you would've never expected him to do.

He directed that black and rope-like mist directly to your dripping sex, and the moment Daigoro pulled his fingers out, it penetrated you so deeply that you felt it collide with your cervix's opening.

With a loud moan, you threw your head back and came so hard that you forgot how to breathe for a second. The pirate captain held your trembling legs spread apart and watched, after deactivating his quirk, with delight as your walls tried to clamp down around nothingness. After a short while, he began to lick you clean while your orgasm slowly but surely came to an end.

You tried to regain your breath as the man licked his lips, stood up, and cupped your face, forcing you to look directly into his hazed eyes. 

I'm going to pleasure you to the point where you'll never want to ascend your throne ever again. 

The moment you embrace me, your kingdom will fall...

So, what are you going to do...?