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I'M WITH THE BAND — touya todoroki smau

includes: band au, bassist! touya + guitarist! keigo + drummer! tomura + lead singer! reader, probably ooc...

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestiveness, swearing

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I gotta ask what do you think Yuta’s love language is

giving — i think yuuta is a acts of service kind of man. he loves when you depend on him, when you ask him for help. yuuta wants to be useful to you, prove that he’s worth having around, even though he feels you’re way out of his league

draws you hot baths. does household chores. gives you massages. puts up the bookshelf you ordered and have been putting off. fluffs your pillow before you get into bed. warms your towels in the dryer while you shower. adjusts recipes to your liking. covers the back of your head when you’re picking up something from under the table. paints your dominant hands nails for you. applies your skincare when you’re too lazy to get out of bed. blows out candles when you forget. tidies up your desk. makes appointments for you

i think he’s also loves physical touch. he’s touchy, has to have his hands on you at all times. it’s not sexual, not really. just needs the comfort of feeling you against him

loves resting his head on your shoulder. linking pinkies. bashfully chuckles while he’s blushing when you nudge his foot under the table. tangled limbs under the bed sheets. hugs you from behind

on what yuuta likes receiving, i’m inclined to say he needs a lot of words of affirmation. he isn’t quite sure how he’s with you or if he deserves you at all, so please reassure him as much as you can that you love him and that you appreciate what he does for you. again, physical touch also ♡

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drunk texts

｡𖦹°‧ ft. touya todoroki

a/n: i literally text like this when im drunk 💔

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me stalking your account and realising ive read them before 😭 esp that one touya being a softie for you drabble oh my god i remembered reading it when i felt like shit and it warmed me up so bad it made me #yearn. ANYWAYS HELLO NEW MOOT

AHH HI HELLO NEW MOOT >_< thats so sweet omg,, touya is such a softie i need to write him more methinks

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Slapping kink go brrrr

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okay so imagine, its late. y/n laying up in bed abt to go to sleep and ex boyfriend touya (but like LONG TIME ex boyfriend like they broke up like a year ago or something) shoots them a drunk "u up?" text. obviously y/n is confused but touya tells them it was a dare from hawks and that he was at a party with him but little does y/n know, no one dared him and he was just sad and drunk and n thinking about them <3 okay thank yew satty i love you

woaaa hi ruerue, i love yeww <3 this shit was kinda fun to do ngl like i think ive missed writing. i feel like im back in my roots yk? good shit. good req boss. hope u like it!!

drunk n disorderly

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

— notes: mature language & a few suggestive sentences

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𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉

someone has their sights set on you... but that someone is all wrong.

okkotsu yuta x f!reader ﾉ 2.1k wc ﾉ NSFW minors do not interact ﾉ step-brother!yuta ﾉ stepcest ﾉ dubcon (alcohol) ﾉ handjob ﾉ pet names (baby)

When your mother remarries and Yuta comes into your life to fill the role of step-brother, you aren’t exactly sure what to expect.

You’ve never had a brother before, no one to threaten boys in an attempt to discourage them from breaking your heart or annoy you when you have friends over for the night. And you anticipate that he’ll fit the mold, fall into the standard that’s been set by your friends. As unfamiliar as you are with siblings of the male variety—you don’t consider Yuta’s behavior as brotherly.

He’s kind, and you suppose that’s a trait that can be attached to brothers—but not in the way Yuta is nice. There’s something… different about the way he smiles at you, like he’s thinking about things other than what you’re talking about, like there's something else on his mind that you aren’t privy to. It’s a pretty smile, you acknowledge every time you see, but it makes you a bit uneasy.

The things he does for you feel more like acts boyfriends take on—opening doors for you, zipping up your coat, offering to take your makeup off after a long day. It’s hard to turn him away or tell him no, especially when he insists on helping you out. How can you deny him when he wears a pout that’s practically begging for your permission to lend a hand? And, as he says, he’s your brother, after all.

You’re close, but not in the way siblings should be. He tells you a lot, things that he shouldn’t feel comfortable telling his sister, things about his relationships that you have no business knowing, that make your cheeks warm up and your teeth bite down on your lip. He asks about yours, too, curious to know whether or not the boys you bring around are satisfying you, “the way they should be,” he likes to say. You’re never quite sure how to answer him or just why he’s so interested in parts of your life that are meant to be private.

Things have gotten even stranger since the two of you moved out of your parent’s home, relocating to live on your own and start lives outside of your family unit. Yuta still makes an effort to visit you often, going out of his way to make sure the apartment you end up renting isn't too far from his. You’re sure that if it were up to him, he’d have you living in his spare room.

He’s over your place now with the intention of “catching up” despite seeing you only a week ago. His presence in your home has become a normal one, so much so that you’ve gone out of your way to get him his own pair of slippers and even make sure that your fridge is always stocked with enough food for two.

Neither of you has paid the dinner you made much mind, you focusing on your wine and Yuta focusing on you. You’ve almost gotten used to being the subject of his dark stare, but you’ll admit that meeting it is a little easier with alcohol in your system. Another sip of the beverage is enough for you to find your voice. “So, how’s that girl you’ve been seeing?”

Whether it’s because your living room is dimly lit or because you’re starting to feel the effects of the wine, you swear you see Yuta deflate with your question. The lighting isn’t tricking you—his shoulders do slump a bit upon hearing your query. He knows he’s forthcoming with information regarding his relationships but he thought he made the fact clear; that all of these girls are simply placeholders for the one he truly wants. You don’t seem to have caught on. “I’m not seeing her anymore.”

You snort, swirling your wine in its glass. “What was it about this one?”

Yuta’s turnover rate with girlfriends is something to gawk at—you don’t think you could count the number of women he’s wooed over the years even if you tried… not that you’ve ever found yourself keeping track. It should be a glaring red flag, how quickly he moves on from one to the next without batting an eye, but you merely chalk it up to him being a bit of a player. And that much should mean nothing to you. Guys who sleep around aren’t your type and even if you didn’t mind the lifestyle, Yuta is off-limits.

Not that you’ve ever thought of him in that way.

Yuta shrugs. “She just wasn’t right for me.”

“Is anyone?” A giggle bubbles up from your chest and it makes Yuta’s heart jump, bang against his ribcage like it’s trying to escape and make its way into your hands. He’s met with a sick thought, a little voice in the back of his head whispering that your hands are where his heart belongs. “You know, you’re super picky.”

He grins at your claim. It wouldn’t be untrue to say that he has acquired a specific taste, a fixed hunger, over the past few years. “Picky” isn’t quite the right word—he prefers “particular”. “I’m not, I just know what I want.”

You nod, bringing your glass to your lips. “And what’s that?”

“You.”

The little bit of wine that made it into your mouth is sputtered back into the glass as Yuta’s confession wafts through the air. You’re too busy trying to compose yourself to see the way the corners of Yuta’s mouth twitch at your reaction—how his gaze falls to your lips to watch how you lick them to clean up the mess of wine.

 You’ve always thought that he’s treated you like someone other than a sister but you never imagined he’d come right out and say it, and so shamelessly, at that. Your cheeks heat up as the single word hangs in the air, the warmth spreading up to the tips of your ears and some other place that you try not to acknowledge.

What’s worse, the admission doesn’t make your stomach churn in disgust. It doesn’t urge you to stand up and kick him out—tell him not to come back and leave you alone for good. Because as much as you’d like to deny it, to push those sickening feelings down into the deepest, darkest depths of you, there’s a piece of you that feels the same.

“You’ve thought about it, too, haven’t you?” Yuta’s voice cuts through the thick, suffocating air surrounding you. There’s an edge to his tone that you haven’t heard before that has you dragging your bashful gaze up to his.

“It’s okay.  There’s nothing wrong with it,” he reassures you as if he can hear the doubts swimming in your head like angry piranhas. His hand finds yours and you jump at the contact but you don’t pull away. The pad of his thumb runs over your knuckles, calloused skin comforting you in a way it shouldn’t as he continues. “We’re not actually related—only by title.”

“Yeah but… what would people think?” It’s taboo, you know that much—it’s why you’ve been so hellbent on suppressing those nagging feelings of attraction throughout the years. Though, with his confession now out in the open, those very feelings are trying to crawl their way up from the depths of your chest—they’re surfacing.

“No one has to know.” Yuta lightly shakes his head to emphasize his point. The eyes staring you down are glistening with desire, like your question has given the man hope for a long sought-after fantasy. “We can keep it between us… our little secret.”

You chew the inside of your cheek as you ponder over his suggestion. The rational part of you is screaming to snatch your hand away and point him to the door but the part of you led by longing and lust urges you to stay put, to see this through. The two thoughts are like a floating angel and devil on each of your shoulders, both of them whispering in your ear, playing tug-of-war to see which side will win your favor. 

The push you need to make a decision comes in the form of Yuta himself, the man lifting your hand from your lap to his lips. A light kiss brushes your knuckles before he guides your palm to the tent between his legs. You suck in a surprised gasp at the contact your hand makes with the hard bulge.

 “See what you do to me?” Yuta breathes out, light and airy, “Only you can do this to me.” 

A twisted sense of pride sprouts in your chest upon hearing his declaration. Yuta has never hidden the fact that you’re special to him but you never imagined just how special that was. The statement gives you the confidence to touch him of your own will, hand tentatively rubbing over his clothed erection.

Yuta lets out a shattered breath and the sound has your hand stilling and your gaze darting up to his—like a bunny spooked by unexpected commotion. His free hand makes its way up to cradle the side of your face, thumb running up and down your cheek. “Keep going, baby.”

You swallow and nod your head, hand picking up where it left off in its exploration over his jeans. As pretty as the quiet moans yuta releases into the air are, you can’t help but think it would feel better—for the both of you—if there wasn’t a denim barrier between the two of you.

Your fingers reluctantly reach for his belt before pausing in their path. You look up at him through your eyelashes. “C-can I?”

Yuta didn’t think it was possible for him to get even more turned on—not after your initial acceptance, not after he finally felt your touch, but your questions has his pants growing uncomfortably tighter. You’ve always been cute in his eyes but your asking for permission gives him all the more reason to find you absolutely adorable. “Please.”

Dark eyes follow your fingers as they fumble to unbuckle the man’s belt. You’re not sure whether your shaky hands are due to nerves or excitement but the trembling doesn’t go unnoticed by Yuta and when you get his pants and boxers down his hips, he places a steady hand on your quivering one.

It’s warm and big around yours and you don’t question his action, only let him take your hand, guide it to the cock you’ve just pulled out. You’re no longer afraid to admit that you’ve thought about it before—what Yuta’s cock looked like. It’s different seeing the real thing and you find your mouth drying with the sight, lips parted as Yuta continues to steer your hand.

Both of you gasp when your palm meets his skin, dragging beads of precum down Yuta’s shaft with his guidance. beyond your mingled breaths, the lewd squelching that accompanies each assisted stroke of Yuta’s cock sounds in the otherwise quiet air.

Yuta grunts as he helps you jerk his cock, a pleasure he’s never felt before washing over him. “F-fuck—” he chokes out, “I knew you’d feel this good.”

Your hand alone is better than any mouth or pussy he’s been in—it fits like a glove, fingers grazing every vein just right, brushing over his slit, squeezing his shaft. God—if your hand feels this good, Yuta can only imagine what it’ll be like to have your lips wrapped around him, to be buried in the warmth of your cunt. He wonders if you know just what effect you have on him, if you’re aware of how much of a mess the mere thought of you turns him into. 

The moment you look up at him with those doe-ish eyes of yours, he can’t hold out any longer.

And with a series of strangled moans, Yuta comes, ropes of warm cum shooting over your joined hands. You can feel him soften in your hand as you stroke his cock through his high, his musical whimpers meeting your ears.

When he finds his voice, Yuta speaks up. “Made me come so good.”

His hand finally lifts from yours and you’d complain about the cold, empty feeling if it wasn’t relocated beneath your chin. Yuta tips your head up, leaning down to steal a kiss. His lips are pillowy and soft as they dance with yours and you moan into his mouth when his tongue seeks yours. It’s a messy, wet kiss, but one that has you yearning for more—more of his lips, more of his cock, more of him.

You let out a muffled squeal when you feel yourself reclining, Yuta’s weight and imposing presence hovering above you as you come to lie back on the couch. You suck in a breath after Yuta pulls away. He presses his forehead against yours, meeting your widened gaze.

“Let me take care of you, baby.”

sua here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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your number one fan!

kaminari, bakugo, midoriya, shouto, shinsou, monoma x reader (individual)

you find out your fellow pro-hero is secretly a big fan of yours

notes: maybe suggestive for some. this was a lot of fun to write. i need to write more denkiii

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YOUNG AND TURNT (NOT REALLY) — mha smau

contains: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestive, a little angsty, timeskip-ish

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you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

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he never expected to enjoy giving so much. but, god, your cunt on his face and his tongue devouring you will never fail to make him cum hands-free.

the sounds you make, your hands in his soft hair, legs wrapped so tight around his skull he can barely breathe, achy, leaking cock in his sweats. he lets you hump his face and shout his name like a deranged animal, and he has never been happier.

he'll make you cum over and over and over again. with his tongue on your sensitive ball of nerves, or deep in your pulsating hole, or pumping his fingers in and out your cunt while he sucks on your clit and keeping eye contact. he literally loves getting his lips and nose and chin all sticky with your grool and cum.

when you've come so many times your vision is blurry, kicking his back and tugging his locks, he'll pull away with a pout. "'s too much," you whine.

"jus' one more? please? i'm close," he begs, hot breath fanning over your lips.

how can you say no to that?

| katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, satoru gojo, choso kamo, & ur favs

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orrrrder up! ft. touya todoroki (3)

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warnings&a/n: you know the drill guys keys jokes and bullying. sy has learned that she's verrrry bad at leading up to romance so if this is bad then look away. thanks you.... and crazy how i literally have the material to already start on a part 4 my brain is straining from this. ALSO touya owns a motorcycle. he is a biker. you can't take this away from me. I LOOOVE YOU GUYS XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!

link to part 1 || part 2

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SICKLY VICTORIAN CHILD — mha smau

cotains: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, timeskip! boys

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cw: cumplay, cnc/dubcon posting of pics & recordings

thinking about icky! satoru who draws hearts using his cum after he finishes on you.

you're too tired after you both fuck, and him simply touching your body is enough to make you shudder from overstimulation. you can't even object when he's swirling the cum on your chest, stomach and thighs to draw little hearts or stars or whatever's on his mind that day. sometimes he even writes his initials — s.g. — and takes a picture of it.

but don't worry, these pictures aren't going anywhere — just a twitter account where he posts the the most depraved porn clips and photos of the both of you. not that you need to know of it's existence of course, though you do have a sneaking suspicion every time his phone blows up with multiple ping! sounds after sex.

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I LOVE YOUR LAYOUT ITS SO CUTE !!! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

AWWW THANK U SO MUCH

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if i made cai bots would u guys still love me

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YAAAAY NEW MUTUAL hi pretty😄😄😄 hope your day is amazing xoxoxoxo

HAII MOOTIE >_< i love ur dabi smau!! have a good awesome wonderful day! & happy late new year