#shinso hitoshi scenario

[katsukistofu]

hihi !! thinking about a hurt/comfort fic with shinsou where reader feels like she’s boring/annoying to him

good parts

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 1.5k words — hurt/comfort. fluff. slightly suggestive. ⭑ no matter how dark your brain gets, hitoshi is determined to help you see yourself in the same light that he does.

Hitoshi visibly softens the moment he opens his door at the sight of you standing there in the dimly lit hallway.

Dark violet pools swimming with worry drift from the way you’re chewing the inside of your cheek, like how he’s noticed you usually do when you’re anxious, to the hem of your pajamas balled up in your fists.

“What's up, love?” Hitoshi says in his softest voice, faltering when you finally meet his eyes with your reddened ones. His heart drops. Have you been crying?

At your uncharacteristically hesitant mumble of “Can I come in?” is when he feels said heart nearly split into two.

“Of course.” A concerned frown tugs at his lips. Something’s definitely wrong. You usually never bothered to ask twice, not that he minded of course, before barreling into his arms the second he turned the knob so many times before. “You can always come into my dorm.”

“I know, I just…” Your sweet voice that he’s missed all day trails off guiltily, and you take a deep breath as you fiddle with the edge of your pajamas.

“Actually, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I think I’ll just go back to my room.”

“What, who said that? You never bother me.” Hitoshi’s gentle yet firm grasp on your sleeve stops you from turning to leave, and you huff at his stubborn attempt to make you stay.

“Toshi, let go.”

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to amputate my arm first, and not that you couldn’t but I don’t think you don’t have the tools for that at the moment, pretty girl.” The edge of his lips tilt upward in a wry smile as he playfully tugs you towards him. “You’re not escaping me that easily.”

You huff and turn away, looking anywhere but into his warm, patient eyes. It’s a trap, you know it, once you do you’ll be spilling your guts out in no time, and the sickening aftertaste of burning shame is just something you can’t stomach right now.

Plus he’s wearing that gray hoodie he knows is your favorite, which just makes everything worse because he looks ten times more handsome than usual.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Hitoshi coaxes. “Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

A beat of silence. 

Your lips press into a firm, thin line, and you finally surrender. 

“Yeah. I know.” You sigh, and he rubs your shoulder encouragingly.

“Go ahead then, I’m listening.”

“Okay, uh…” You mumble slowly, suddenly feeling very silly. “Do you think I’m annoying or that you’ll ever get bored of me, Toshi?” 

“Never.” He answers without skipping a beat. “To both. You never annoy me, and you’re anything but boring.”

“Really?” Your voice breaks a little and his heart clenches in his chest at the way you sound so doubtful of his words. Hitoshi reaches out to tenderly brush his knuckles against your cheek.

“Really.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well when I wake up everyday, my first thought is that I look forward to seeing you.”

Your eyes widen, when it really shouldn’t be a surprise at all. “You do?”

“Mhm, I do.” Hitoshi moves to sit down on the edge of his bed. You gasp as he smoothly pulls you into his lap, quite literally sweeping you off your feet.  “And you know how else I know I’ll never, ever get bored of you?”

"What?" You shyly adjust your legs to straddle him more comfortably. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck in response, unwavering, intense eyes staring into yours. He’s so close that his lashes brush against your cheek when he blinks, and his warm breath fans across your lips teasingly.

“Toshi,” you whine. “You’re making me feel flustered.”

“I know it makes you feel flustered.” Hitoshi grins slyly. “That's why I love doing it.”

You gently bat his bicep. “Stop distracting me and answer my question!” 

“Yes ma’am.” Hitoshi chuckles as you retort by cutely puffing your cheeks and laying your head down on his shoulder. His arms are snug against your waist and he squeezes you in his lap. You always feel so nice, sitting so prettily on him. 

“I know I’ll never get bored of you because when someone asks what the best part of my day was, I always mention you in some way. Could be a cute doodle you made on a note you left me, you spending five solid minutes trying to push a door that says pull at a restaurant, or seeing you get excited over a new season of your favorite show coming out, anything as long as it's you.”

His expression is warm as he watches your head perk up at that, which quickly turns into a scowl when you realize exactly what he’s referring to. “The sign on that pull door was really faded, you couldn’t see it either!”

“That’s why I made you my guinea pig so I could come in and heroically save the day for you.”

“Heroic my ass,” you mutter into his hoodie and he laughs, then presses a soft kiss to your neck in response and you shiver. 

“And you have no idea just how much I love listening to you talk about your day.”

“...Even on the days I don’t do anything special?”

“Especially on those days.” He nuzzles his face into your neck and you giggle. “Love hearing you talk about mundane shit. Love when you send me a picture of what you’re having for breakfast, or when you tell me about some weirdly shaped cloud you saw outside during training.”

He pauses thoughtfully, and continues, “Hell, you could probably read me your grocery list and I'd still be hooked on every word. I love your little quirks, even the ones you think are weird. Your whole personality. Your cute voice.”

Hitoshi squeezes your hip. “So keep telling me all about it, okay? I wanna hear it.”

You let out a sweet little contented noise of agreement and your boyfriend grins. 

“So I think it’s safe to say that the chances of me finding you boring or annoying are real slim.” Hitoshi smirks, tickling your thighs that are still wrapped around his waist, and you squirm out of his hold and escape further into his bed while giggling. 

“Real slim meaning zero times infinity.”

“Isn’t that just zero, though?” You let out a soft sigh, completely out of breath as you flop onto his pillow.

“Shh, let me have my moment. Everything times infinity makes it more special.” Hitoshi’s arms come up from behind to hug you against him. “Like my love for you.”

“Ew.” You wrinkle your nose. “You’re so corny.”

“I know. Took you long enough to realize I’m obsessed with you.” He rolls his eyes, bending his head down to brush his lips against the nape of your neck. “Everyone in class already calls me a simp, you don’t need to rub it in.”

You flip around to face him, snuggling the side of your face into his pillow that has the faint, comforting scent of the laundry detergent he likes to use. “Good thing I’m also a simp.”

Hitoshi softly gasps in mock surprise. “Really? Oh my god,” his eyes flicker around the room as if he’s looking for the mysterious person who won your affections. “Who’s the lucky person?”

You laugh and the side of lips quirk up in that fond way that only happens when he’s with you. “You, you silly goose!”

“Me?” He sweetly brushes his nose against yours. “Wow. Feels like I’ve won the lottery.”

A warm feeling spreads across your chest, like honey being stirred into a hot cup of tea and Hitoshi’s eyes are half-lidded as he whispers in a low tone that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter to life.

“Come here, love. Give me a goodnight kiss.”

You lean in to kiss his deliciously soft lips, and you can feel him grin against your mouth at your eagerness. He kisses you back twice as gently, agonizingly so, while his hand trails to cup the dip of your waist and you feel dizzy at his adoring touch. Your heart is pounding way, way too fast for this late at night.

He sneaks another tender kiss onto your neck, then on your collarbone, and Hitoshi laughs as you shyly smush your flustered face into his pillow.

“One more thing.”

You peek over to glance at him, and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel warm and tingly all over and your burning face is begging for you to return it to the cool depths of his pillow.

“Promise you’ll always tell me when you feel like this. No more keeping it in.”

Your eyes soften at his stern expression. “Okay, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise.” He says sagely, lifting his finger, and a laugh bubbles up in your throat at his serious tone when you raise your own, his larger pinkie overlapping yours. 

“I pinkie promise.”

“Good girl.” Hitoshi smirks, which is short-lived when his eyes widen in panic and it’s too late by the time he reaches to catch you as you proceed to tumble off the bed.

[sugarlywhispers]

@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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(( if requests are open rn/okay)

Getting caught with the boys, Hitoshi Shinsou version? xx

getting caught with the mha boys - part 3

featuring: hitoshi shinsou

a/n: aged up characters!

warnings: just a lil spicy dicey. spoilers for a grey's anatomy episode.

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midterms were exhausting. it was a friday afternoon, and you were trudging back to your dorm to rot in your bed for a little bit. you barely had any time for yourself this week, choosing to lock yourself in your room or the library to prepare for all the tests. the late nights took a toll on you, so when you finally fall into bed, you almost want to take a nap. but you choose to scroll on tik tok instead, occasionally giggling at a funny one before sending it to your boyfriend.

oh. shinsou! you haven't seen him at all this week, as his test schedule happened to be when your free time was, and vice versa.

you would go visit him after taking some time to recharge. eventually, you do end up falling asleep, not waking up until the morning, weirdly warm. you blink, extremely tired despite sleeping for 10+ hours and shift in bed before hitting something hard. you whip around, heart pounding, to see your boyfriend leaning up against the headboard, smiling at whatever video he was watching. he glances over at you, before sending you a cheeky smile.

"finally up, kitten?"

"you freak! what are you doing in here?"

"i have an extra key."

"oh yeah." he sets his phone to the side and smirks at you.

"i missed you."

"i know, i'm sorry babe." he scoots closer to you, putting his leg over your hip and drawing you into his chest.

"well, we have time now." you smile, holding him close, nudging your nose to his.

"yes we do."

you didn't. just as your lips touched, his phone buzzed. the two of you jumped and he glanced at his phone before groaning loudly.

"what is it?"

"extra training with aizawa." he looked at you and you grinned.

"go on you big, lazy baby. i'll be here when you're done." he tucked some hair behind your ear before rolling over the bed, heading to training so he could get back to you.

but now that he left, you were twitchy, moving around the bed, feeling a bit anxious for him to come back. he had gotten you in the mood and then left. prick. you straighten up your room, clean your bathroom, and then decide to start an episode of grey's anatomy. at this point, you were relaxed again, and the door cracked open just as meredith placed her hand on the live bazooka in the guy's chest. locked in, you barely noticed as shinsou throws his shoes off and goes to take a shower in your bathroom.

he comes out in a towel and starts to crawl over to you, positioning himself over you. you push him aside, much to his displeasure, to watch meredith shakily put the live bazooka in the bomb squad guy's hand.

when the kisses start up your neck, you whine.

"baby, wait. this is interesting."

"i'm interesting."

but when meredith exists the O.R. to see the bomb squad blown up, shinou sits up.

"whoa."

you smirk. "told you it's totally interesting."

the ending credits play and you finally turn your attention to him. when you start kissing him now, he pays no attention as the next episode started playing.

"shinsou."

"no you're right. this is interesting."

"ugh." he smiles, still looking at the tv, and puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. but you are not going to wait another 40 minutes. your hand trails down his abs (and damn, they are defined) to the hair that peeks out from the top of his towel.

no reaction.

your hand doesn't stop, lightly touching the bulge under the towel. he hisses and grabs your shoulder tighter.

"what are you doing?"

"asking for attention."

"you needy baby."

you throw your leg over his lap, now straddling him, hands reaching to move his hair out of his eyes. his eyes travel back to the tv, but you grab his chin and forced him to look at you.

"pay attention to me," you whine.

he smirks.

"make me."

you do. you smash your lips onto his, swallowing his groans. your hands move up his chest and one links in his hair while the other claws at his back. he kisses back with fervor, and to throw him off his game, you grind down on him. his head falls back onto the headboard, and you take the chance to start sucking on his neck.

his hand goes to your hair, pulling him back. his lips part, ready to say something, when a loud pounding on your door has the two of you quickly breaking apart.

"SHUT THE HELL UP."

the both of you groan, and shinsou shouts,

"way to kill the mood!"

you hear, "DON'T CARE," as he stomps back to his room and slams the door. you totally forgot his was your neighbor.

oops.

[doumadono]

It's 3:30 AM on Sinful Sunday and I'm up thinking about how I need to request you write a DOM as FUCK Shinsou with his rope bunny, that he refers to as kitten. Possible mind break? MAYBE quirk play involved (:

Props if he calls them Good Boy and cuddles them at the end <3

Warnings: aged-up Shinso, dom!Shinso, slight degradation

SINFUL SUNDAY

In the obscure recesses of an exclusive underground club, the atmosphere thickens with an electric tension as Shinsou takes center stage.

The flickering candlelight casts shadows on the dimly lit room, setting the stage for an intimate performance where he will unravel both your body and mind.

"Kitten," he addresses you, his voice a velvety command that resonates through the clandestine space. The air is charged with anticipation as he approaches, a predatory aura surrounding him. "Tonight, you're mine to mold, my canvas for a masterpiece of pleasure."

His quirk, an enigmatic force, dances around the edges of your consciousness, a subtle whisper weaving into the fabric of your thoughts. "Relinquish control, my dear," he suggests, his fingers trailing along your jawline with a tantalizing touch. "Let me guide you through the corridors of ecstasy."

Each knot adorning your body is deliberate, a testament to his expertise in the art of restraint. "You'll find freedom in submission, kitten," he purrs, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze further enhancing the effect of his quirk.

As the ropes tighten, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear. "Feel the power of surrender," he whispers, his words both an invitation and a command. "I'll make you crave the sweet surrender of your will."

You're on a leather sofa, totally bare and open for him. You can't move because of the restraints, and he commanded you to obey. Your instinct kicks in, thanks to his quirk that sown submission in your mind.

His mouth quickly finds its way to your cunny, tirelessly teasing your sensitive clit. He laps, and laps, and laps, his tongue moving skillfully up and down your slit.

Your moans fill the air as you shiver, and two of his fingers begin to sink within your pussy.

Hitoshi gazes up at your face, contorted in pleasure - eyes rolled back, lips parted, and tongue hanging out. You're on the verge of passing out already.

Shinsou gives your wet pussy a few firm slaps. "No," he states sternly, his tone icy. "I want you to watch as I eat your pussy out. If you look away, there will be consequences."

"Y-yes, master," you whimper, your voice barely recognizable, and you're unsure if the words escaped your lips or if they lingered only in your mind.

He resumes nibbling and sucking on your folds, gently nibbling your lips, eliciting moans from you.

In an instant, you go from lying on the sofa to kneeling, hands tied behind your back. Shinso takes you forcefully from behind, your head pressed against the leather cushion.

He gives your ass a firm spanks, occasionally gripping the soft flesh, pulling you closer to his groins by it. His dick reaches deep inside you, and he praises, "That's it, little kitten, you're doing so well, obeying me perfectly."

Suddenly, all you hear in your head is Hitoshi's sweet, sultry voice softly saying, "moan louder," and you comply, sounding somewhat like a distressed bitch in heat. "Shinso! Master! Yes! You're making me feel so divine! Yes, please! Please, degrade me!"

"If you ask so nicely, kitten," he says, giving your ass a firm spank. He thrusts more intensely, his hips pistoning into you as he's reaching under you to slap your clit. "You're my little bitch, a cheap whore, just good in spreading your legs for me, yeah?"

"Yes, master!" you whine through clenched teeth. Your shoulders ache from the uncomfortable position, and you're pretty certain there will be bruises on your wrists from the tight ropes.

Shinsou's dick throbs within you, and he withdraws, his cock adorned with droplets of your runny, white juices. "On your knees, kitten," he commands, and you obediently follow his directive.

The violet-haired man jerks his dick fast, grunting and gasping while spreading your essence all over his lengthy shaft. He slaps your face with his free hand. "Open your fucking mouth."

Once more, you follow his command, finding yourself completely unable to refuse.

With a deep, throaty grunt, he reaches climax, releasing on your face. His semen sprays all over your nose, lips, chin, and forehead, painting your face white. Shinsou hissed, softly tracing the outlines of your lips with his thumb. "What does a good girl say, hmm?"

Softly licking his cum from your lips, you meet his gaze and whisper, "Thank you, master."

[mellowmin]

Walk him like a dog sis

Disclaimer: this is only MY PERSONAL OPINION and my own takes on these characters, please do not interact if you don't like or agree with this 💜

Inspired by the tiktok sound and some of the videos I saw on there 🤭

Content warnings: toxic relationship dynamics on some of these, very girlboss-ish hc's, ooc in the last one (just a what if scenario), mentions of mommy kink, masochistic traits & praise kink. Also last group has a very prominent "men are disposable" mindset/subtext, not to be taken literally or seriously at all.

Fem reader implied all throughout.

MDNI

𑁍 Trained puppies:

Will happily follow you around, grabbing onto you by your sleeve, the back of your shirt or your belt loop.

Wide eyes look at you like you hung the moon and the stars, will not hesitate to jump from their seat to get you anything you need, though they will at times use the puppy eyes to their advantage and it's very hard to say no to them.

Mommy issues? Maybe? Mommy kink at the very least lol, also praise kink. Baby them!! They love that shit and will eat up any attention from you.

When you're at a party, you'll pull them to you by their tie and they'll absolutely melt while letting you guide them to the dance floor like you have them on a leash.

The type to send you pictures of any cute or pretty thing they find because any sort of beauty makes them think of you.

Super needy, they'll wait in bed fighting off the sleep until you finish your skincare routine because they can't sleep well without you :(. Textbook definition of puppy love, they have eyes only for you and will hate to be separated from you for ANY amount of time. - Hinata Shoyo, Goshiki Tsutomu, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Azumane Asahi, Bokuto Kotarou, Nishinoya Yuu, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Togata Mirio.

𑁍 Guard dogs:

They spoil you like crazy, princess treatment is real when you're with them.

The type to kneel in front of you and untie your shoes while looking up at you like you're doing them a favor for letting them. When I say these men WORSHIP YOU I mean it.

Super protective, they know and live by the sidewalk rule; and lord have mercy on the poor soul if they think someone is bothering you. WILL NOT TOLERATE anyone talking shit about you in any way. Also "dress however you want, I can fight".

As soon as they get the slightest suspicion that your feet hurt you are up on their arms. Don't even think about carrying anything heavier than your phone. Consider them your personal handbag. Will spoon feed you if you allow them too, gently dabbing your face with a napkin after every other bite.

They refuse to let you pay for anything, as soon as the cashier asks 'cash or credit?' They're rushing to get their wallet out. They sometimes will give you their credit card and ORDER you to buy anything you want.

WOULD absolutely carry you on their shoulders the whole day if they could, but they need to work to earn the money to keep giving you the life you deserve :')

You know those kinda cringe videos that go "my hands look like this so that hers can look like this"?? Yeah that's them lol - Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, Ukai Keishin, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, also Kirishima lol.

𑁍 Bratty Lap dogs:

Stink eyes to anyone that tries to approach either of you. They're not interested in anyone else and they'd rather die than stand by and let someone steal your attention from them.

Their favorite activity is to cuddle you and snack and they WILL voice their displeasure if your little sessions are interrupted. Will stay hours with their head buried in your neck if you let them. Will leave hickeys on you if you're not careful enough!! They'll do it in places that you won't easily see but others will see clearly too.

They're super needy and sometimes have a hard time understanding your need for personal space like wym we can't go to the bathroom together 🤨. On that note, you never have to ask them to come with you anywhere, as soon as you grab your keys they're putting their shoes on. They never give you that "u can come if u want" bullshit, they let you know that if you're not going, they aren't going.

Talk shit about anyone that you don't like to them, they act like they don't care but they love the gossip and will say things to keep you talking. They trust your gut and your criteria for liking or not liking people; if you tell them you don't like someone you don't even have to give them a reason, they'll drop that person in a second.

They will tease you and clown you anytime they have the chance, but it's like they forget they're the biggest simp ever lol. Try to give them the silent treatment, they won't last longer than 6 hours.

Will check your friends if they seem disloyal. As soon as they get sent a 'hiiii :)" from one of your friends, they're warning you about them. They will encourage you to cut off toxic people from your life, whether it's friends or family but they'll never force you to stop talking to someone on their account.

They will support you in ANYTHING, they're your ride or die and they will defend you until they die no matter what you do. "Oh, (y/n) killed someone? Well I'm sure that person did something to deserve it." They will make a fool of themselves to protect your honor lol.

- Sakusa Kiyoomi, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Tendou Satori, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma, Kageyama Tobio, Shinsou Hitoshi, Monona Neito, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta, Takami Keigo.

BONUS:

𑁍 Domesticated Hound dogs:

Heavily toxic relationship dynamics, unrealistic representation of a fuckboy, kinda mean reader.

Former fuckboy turned into a begging mess by the bad bitch he shouldn't have messed with.

He tried to play it cocky from the start and play you like all the girls before you, but you knew his game and played him like a fiddle.

When several girls messaged you to warn you about your new boytoy -the man paying for your groceries every week in hopes that you'll give him two hours of your weekend- you knew that you were given a chance by the heavens to do some good karmic work, for every girl whose heart he played with, you'll make him your bitch. Every time you leave him on read is a win for the girls.

At first, he thought you were just playing hard to get and considered you a 'fun challenge' but soon enough he's only answering your texts, all other girl's numbers are forgotten and he finds that hooking up with random girls only makes him think about you more. He found himself becoming more vulnerable when talking to you, actually sharing parts of him in an honest way instead of doing it in order to get sympathy points from you.

This man used to be a professional at ghosting and you got him answering your texts in 0.5 SECONDS. In the beginning he was all like "im not looking for anything serious tho lol" and you were like "yeah I could tell, not like you'd be good for anything serious lol" LMAO HES LEFT STARING AT HIS PHONE FOR 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT AFTER THAT.

Like YES BE MEAN TO HIM. He's gotta be a masochist; every time he gets a mean response (or no response at all) he becomes more desperate for having you praise him and coddle him like all the other girls used to do in order to keep him to themselves.

Lmfao meeting you was a humbling experience, you got him getting into his car at 2 am to see you for 15 minutes as long as he pays for your next nail appointment. You are true poetic justice coming into his life to ruin his bad boy persona.

At some point he tries to get cocky again and acts like he's back to his old ways, but you drop him so fast and so coldly that he gets whiplash. You show this man that you won't hesitate to dump the trash if he doesn't make something good of himself. You teach him really fast that you won't deal with his nonsense, and you WILL find him a replacement if he displeases you. The withdrawal he gets from you giving him radio silence is insane.

In the end though, you end up whipping him into a decent man and dare I say a good boyfriend who by this point is absolutely addicted to you. - Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu, Togata Mirio, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta, Takami Keigo.

Comment or add in tags if you want me to add any characters! I probably missed a lot lol.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

mellowmin - do not repost

[snowdropluck204]

How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them - BNHA

How They React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugo

Taller SO: I feel like Katsuki would definitely pout about you being taller than him at first and would continue to deep into your relationship... In public anyway. His pettiness was all about his need to beat everyone, including his partner! He did like that he could climb you like a tree though... I-It meant he could get further in his training! Nothing more!

Shorter SO: Katsuki would teasing the living hell out of you! He would probably tease you either way, but especially if you're shorter than him! He would call you nicknames, like 'mouse', 'tiny' and 'squirt'. He would keep you close to him whenever the two of you are in public though, he knows you can take care of yourself, why would he be with you otherwise, but your small stature made him compelled to protect you!

Izuku Midoriya

Taller SO: Izuku would adore you, no matter how tall you are! But I think he'd get a little flustered if you were taller. He was pretty short anyway, he was hoping to have a growth spurt soon but until then he was one of the shortest in class! The only other guys he was taller than were Tokoyami and Mineta! But he did like how safe you made him feel when you would get close and tower over him!

Shorter SO: Even if you were shorter than Izuku, he still is pretty short compared to other people and wouldn't freak out too much knowing that you're shorter than him, but he would still geek out about it sometimes. He loved the fact you would come too close and be forced to look up at him, even a little bit! He would ruffle your hair and smile down at you, his cheeks pink at how cute you were!

Shoto Todoroki

Taller SO: Shoto was one of the taller boys in Class 1-A and was a little surprised when he saw you were taller than himself, he didn't really have a feeling on the matter, he didn't particularly like or dislike that he was shorter. Honestly, when he felt upset or scared or even angry, he would go to you, you would surround him with your presence, he felt safe in your arms and would do anything to stay there.

Shorter SO: Once again, Shoto didn't really have any particular feeling towards your height, but he did like seeing you get all excited and looking up at him, or when you had to stand on your tiptoes just to kiss him, or even how you only came up to under his chin, everything about you was adorable! But pocket size!

Eijiro Kirishima

Taller SO: Super! Manly! Eijiro was pretty tall, kind of average height, but he thought it was so awesome that he was dating someone tall! You could reach things he couldn't, you'd lean your chin on his shoulder when you got bored in quirk training and he thought it was really sweet when you would kiss the tip of his nose!!!

Shorter SO: It's Eijiro, he'd still thing you're super manly, even if you aren't very tall! He liked how short you were compared to him, he liked that you relied on him for things, like reaching things that were high up! He especially liked holding things you wanted above his head, he tended to make you give him a kiss if you wanted what he had!

Denki Kaminari

Taller SO: I feel like Denki would be the only character to be a bit miffed that you're taller than him, not because of anything massive, just that he was envious of your height! It's not that he wants to be taller THAN you, he just wants to be taller in general!

Shorter SO: He LOVED that you're shorter than him! He probably believed it was your most attractive physical attribute. Don't get me wrong, he thinks you're absolutely gorgeous, but other than your personality, your humour, your intelligence, your patience, your kindness and love and- well you get the idea!

Hitoshi Shinso

Taller SO: Isn't massively happy that you're taller than him, he isn't upset or angry but he isn't totally happy with it... He would prefer you being the same height or if you were a little shorter, but he loves you for who you are! He isn't insecure being around you, even if you are taller than him, he just hopes he grows a bit!

Shorter SO: If you were shorter than Hitoshi, he would definitely think you're too pure and cute for this world, he would do everything in his power to protect you and snuggle and suffocate you! It's not his original intention, just what seems to happen when the two of you go out! I feel like he would coddle you to the point you get annoyed and angry with him, but he doesn't care! You looked so cute!

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.8

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

MEDIA NEWS

-The media is all about being in Y/n’s business. As best friend of the new #1 hero they’re all up in her business constantly now. Bakugo won’t stand for any Y/n slander so he’s always getting in trouble for talking shit about the media. Kirishima is a staunch supporter of shitting on the media, he just likes to use his manners <3

-Y/n loves her bestie, but she also loves riling him up more. The group is very interested in what Shinsou is packing. Shinsou does in fact have a noticeable swing when he’s wearing nothing but sweatpants. Shinsou’s friends thing the whole thing is hilarious. Shinsou doesn’t let it bother him. He’s too busy enjoying everything that is Y/n. 

-After the second week, Bakugo gave Shinsou a lab key so he wouldn’t have to fill out the paperwork needed to access the building. Sometimes, Shinsou will take his work with him and work on it at a table while Y/n is working on projects. Shinsou is still shy about everything so he doesn’t take his friends telling him cheesy stuff very well. 

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[hero-to-villain]

Those dreams were never mine

Hitoshi Shinsou x AFAB!reader

Synapsis of series: Reader breakes up with her abusive ex who doesn't want to let her go and therefore uses his quirk to invade her dreams. Shinsou helps the reader sleep an in return he gets new company and a friend ( and maybe more?).

Warnings: themes of abuse and SA as well as insomnia, knives, violence, angst. Mentions of cults and religious trauma. Please tell me if I've missed anything! (Things may be added to this as time goes on)

AN: English isn't my first language and these are obviously not my characters.

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Chapter 1: Creation

"How long?" Spit was flying as the sentence broke the tense silence. "How long were you going to wait before you told me that you were in a cult!"

"What are you talking about? I'm not in a cult" His voice was eerily calm, with a slight laugh of disbelief at the accusation. I shrank away from his touch, not that there was much space to do that in his pickup truck, but I tried.

"No? so why are you trying to bring me to every meeting, and to watch these stupid videos about your God and the apparent sins I'm committing?" His eyes hardened at that, yet his tone was ever so soft.

"Honey I just want to get us both into heaven, together" His warm hand was placed on my thigh, it was almost comforting, until he started squeezing too tightly. "You understand that right, I never want to be apart from you. That's my only reason honey."

"No, I don't want that, I've been clear about it." A tear fell down my cheek and as he reached his hand out to wipe it away, I flinched. He didn't like that. More tears fell, it was as if the floodgates had opened and I couldn't stop.

"You told me that you leave them, that you'd found a way for us to be together without me having to join your stupid religion! You said that I'd take some time but that we'd get through it! I trusted you!" I'd turned away from him, looking out at the parking-lot outside the window.

"I told you that everyone leaves me and now you're doing the same! I thought you were better than them, but it turns out you're just as selfish, leaving me when I truly need you"

"I'm done, I don't want any part in your cult or your life anymore." My hand was on the handle, and then the faintest click was heard.

"No you can't leave me" turning, I saw the glint of a knife in his hand, the one that wasn't on my thigh. "Please don't leave me, I don't want you to go. I love you"

"Let me go Jay" His nickname fell of off my tongue and for a moment his actions faltered and eyes watered, until he regained his composition. "No."

He was leaning in, tracing the knife along my shoulders and throat. This wasn't good. As adrenaline flowed through me I made a split second decision to use my powers, giving me enough of a distraction to unlock the door and get away.

I ran as fast as possible, hoping that he wasn't following nor watching as I was granted solace in the form of a supermarket restroom. After quite some time my phone rang, the picture of a familiar pink girl lit up the screen.

She could immediately hear that something was wrong based on the sound of my voice, raspy and harsh.

"Send me your address, I'll meet you, we'll get some snacks and you tell me everything from the safety of my couch, okay?"

True to her words you had picked out a mountain of snacks in a variety of flavors. And you two had spent what seemed to be an eternity on her couch, talking things through, calling your (now) Ex every foul name in the book. This wasn't the first time he used a knife, which terrified Mina, prompting her to phone over "the boys" for protection, and after hearing the story none of them could get there fast enough.

Katsuki (Dynamight) was an amazing chef, and you all promptly fall asleep with full bellies to some random TV-show that Denki put on to lighten the mood.

My dreams were fleeting, nothing staying longer than a second or two, until I saw him. Jay, my Jay, waiting with a bouquet of roses. It was my birthday, and he'd given me a large amount of red roses quoting some cheesy line of "loving you 'til the last rose died" and as they all started wilting one by one, I noticed one plastic rose in the middle, forever keeping is red appearance. He'd never stop loving me. A smile graced my lips, and soon we were embracing, this is love. I love him.

[mhahaikyuus]

One Wish

tags:; established relationship, drinking, clubbing, fighting, mentions of jealousy, mentions of death (not serious at all dw), mentions of sex, mentions of breakup, reader has attitude, Shinso apologizes, protective Shinso

You were mad at him and decided to go out. Shinso was on your last nerve and you needed an hour to just decompress from his annoying presence. His nonchalant behavior and bored eyes as you fought only infuriated you more.

You were swallowing a vodka soda trying to get drunk tonight. Mina wanted to go to a bar tonight and you were not opposed.

You were on your fourth one and still throwing them back no problem.

Shinso saw you from the corner watching you gulp down the bitter drinks.

He made some comment with you earlier when you weren’t in the mood and you walked out of his apartment needing space. Unknown to you Kirishima also dragged him to a bar with Denki and you were at the bar with your pink friend. You looked pretty, his eyes trained on you as soon as he entered the bar. At the bar with a skimpy top and too short skirt with your hair pulled up he was entranced. If he knew you were in a good mood he would just approach you with a few grabby tricks to make you laugh. But you stormed out and he wanted to hold you to asleep tonight. It was his one wish tonight. To feel your soft body pressed up against him was his only goal. You were a stubborn thing, if you saw him you would just clam up and probably spend the night with Mina.

He decided to do the safest route and sit at a stool from the bar a few seats away. He kept sending over drinks until you noticed his familiar hair.

What was he doing here? You thought scooting your butt a few seats towards him with a bored look. Upset and now feeling the drinks he had sent over. Thinking it was another creepy guy trying to get your number but it was your boyfriend. You recognized his fluffy purple hair instantly once you saw the bartender told you who sent the drinks.

“What are you doing,” You whispered leaning your front half towards him. He smiled at you acknowledging him. “Just trying to treat my pretty girl.” He shrugged with a soft smile on his lips. Wrapping his arm around you. Letting a small breath at you acknowledging him.

“Don’t think you can give me a couple drinks and call me pretty names and that all is forgotten.” You sighed and his grip around your waist tightened.

“But that’s how I got you in the first place.” He protested giving you a cheek kiss to make your cheeks warm.

“You rolled your eyes at his words. That’s not funny.”

“I know i’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you.”

Before you could reply Mina wrapped her hand around your wrist and yanked you from his grasp w was to the dance floor.

Apologizing was the first step but that mean you weren’t still mad at him.

Him buying you a drink literally meant nothing to you. Random ugly guys buy you drinks at the bar all the time, it’s one of the few perks of being a pretty girl. Right now Shinso wasn’t any different.

Shinso was near you but not close enough for you to notice. Any guy that looked liked he wanted to get with you was met with Shinso’s scary eyes and immediately backed down. A girl came up to him and Shinso shut it down immediately.

“Hey what’s your name?” She asked batting her eyelashes at him. Shinso had his eyes trained on you not even sparing the poor girl a glance. “No, I’m happily in a relationship.”

She moved away from him defeated and he continued to watch you drink.

You went past your limit that night. Not even caring how you got home. Turns out drinking 8 to 9 drinks and group shots really is an unexpected punch in the mouth.

You were groaning on the toilet letting your senses flood you. Realizing how badly you had messed up the second you sat down on the seat.

Shinso fortunately had kept a close eye on you and currently waiting for you outside the stall waiting with a bottle of water in his hand for you. You stumbled out of the stall and Shinso had a firm grip on your waist steading your balance in your heels.

“What are you doing here?” You asked washing your hands in the dirty sink, feeling his eyes on you.

“I don’t care if you’re mad at me. I’m still your boyfriend and I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it. And that includes watching you when you’re drunk even if you’re ignoring me.” He explained still a tight grip on your waist.

You turned off the sink and turned into his grasp. He lifted you up on the sink with your legs swinging.

“Here.” He said cracking open the bottle and motioning for you to open your mouth.

You titled your head back and he poured water in until you pressed your lips together and swallowed.

“Thank you baby.” You hummed using your thumb to swipe the excess water from the corners of your mouth.

Shinso had both hands trapping your body in between him and the sink. Leaning over you with his height as you were too drunk to care.

He raised his eyebrows, “I’m baby now?”

You laughed, “No im baby and you’re a jerk.” You corrected yourself.

Shinso was having a hard time breathing being so close to you and not being able to touch you. He could still catch whiffs of your alluring perfume even after a whole night of dancing. Usually you dragged him in this bathroom and he would do sinful things to you in front of the mirror or against the wall.

Now you were barely letting him so close without getting snippy with him.

He really wish you didn’t wear the outfit on your body tonight.

A skimpy top with no bra and scrap of fabric called a mini skirt. It was killing him to see you look like that. Showing off all your curves and skin in all the right places. You looked too good for him to not do anything but you were too drunk. A dopey smile on your face and swinging feet was much different than your scowling annoyed face made just for him. The necklace he bought you was still dangling in between your breasts and a charmed anklet still strapped your ankle. Signaling you were still his. He couldn’t look down because he was in between your legs and he could see what lacy underwear you weren’t wearing.

He groaned gently placing his head on your shoulder, “You’re killing me you know that.”

You looked down at your body and frowned in confusion.

“What? Oh shit are my nipples out?” You asked before flashing you’re already struggling boyfriend who could not take his eyes off your breasts he hadn’t had the pleasure in seeing for a while.

“What do they look weird?” You joked with a cocky smirk as Shinso tried to subtly adjust his pants and failing. You pulled down your top with a laugh.

Shinso pressed his eyes together at your words restraining himself. He was going to drag you into the stall if he didn’t get you home quickly. “Come on let me fix you and go home.”

“We don’t have a home. You live in your apartment. I’m staying with Mina tonight. I’ll move my stuff out soon so you won’t have to be bothered with me anymore.” You countered bringing up the past argument.

Shinso pressed his lips together trying to not feel hurt at your words and sighed. “Okay I deserve that. I’m sorry can I please take you out of here now.”

You shrugged, “I might go home with someone else tonight.”

Shinso raised his eyebrows and laughed, “I don’t care how mad you are. If you think I’m letting you go home with another man you’re out of your mind. I’ll go to prison before you go home with a another guy.”

“Prison huh?”

“I will kill a man for putting his hands on you without hesitation.” Shinso said with a dark look in his eye and knuckles gripping the sink, still surrounding your body.

“I should probably tell the guy waiting for me outside he should hide.” You said with a smug smile.

He grabbed your jaw with his large hand “You’re not funny.” He frowned

“Why do you care, all I do is bother you.” You snipped masking the hurt in your eyes but Shinso knew better.

“Yes you do bother me and you’re a pain in my ass.” He sighed

“Thank you for repeating that you’re such a good boyfriend!” You laughed

“You’re a fucking brat but I love you and that pain in my ass more than anything and no one else can have it.” He said holding your jaw with one hand, your cheeks squished. Leaning down giving you a long kiss that made your knees weak at the passion.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. You were blacked out drunk so he was taking everything you said not serious at all.

“Can you drink anymore?” He asked rubbing your back as you swallowed more water from the bottle.

“Thank you.” You said handing him the empty bottle.

“Alright i’m taking you home sweetheart.” He said gripping your waist and helping you down. You slung your hands over his broad shoulders for support and you leaned into him. Completely forgetting what you said less than a minute ago.

“Love I can’t feel my legs.” You complained unable to stand up right and he picked you up without hesitancy.

Shinso walked out of the bar holding your purse and your legs wrapped around his waist too tired to walk.

Mina and Kirishima waved goodbye. You waving from behind his shoulder at your friends, not going to remember your exit in the morning.

Shinso gently put you on the bed and you flopped like a dead fish.

He tugged you upright and pushed your head through one of his shirts and held out another glass of water for you to take.

You groaned turning your head away, and he pushed it into your hands.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow now drink.”

“Can’t… I just sleep, Toshi” You whined sipping on the water as he unstrapped off your shoes. The use of his nickname made him have hope in the morning you wouldn’t kill him.

He kissed your anklet before taking the empty bottle from you and turning you so you were sleeping correctly. Kissing your forehead and ran his hands through your hair lulling you asleep. Your body limp and feeling the spins as you closed your eyes.

The world was turning dark and your eyelids couldn’t open but your ears heard him backing away.

“Where are you going.” You grumbled into your pillow arm stretched out for his touch.

“On the couch, you’re still mad.” He said as he changed into his own clothes getting ready for bed.

“No, I want to cuddle. Hold me” You yawned and he walked over to your hand and gripped it.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Mhm.” You said as unconsciousness overtook you.

Shinso climbed into bed as the big spoon wrapping his long arms around yours and hooking a leg over yours.

He got his wish.

[http-velvett]

Shinsou taking care of sick s/o

Fluff; Gender neutral reader

A/n; i originally had this on my other blog but I figured I’ll post this here instead

•He was extremely worried when he heard you had gotten sick, especially since the weather has been getting more colder for the last few days

•Without wasting time he had went to the store buying a bottle of medicine to help with colds and he had also bought some packets of soup to make you with some fluffy blankets to keep you warm

•He wanted to take care of you while you were sick and he wanted to make sure you were taking care of, and he did had experience with taking care of someone ( well he most had to care of cats when ever they got injured or sick, to be more specific)

•Knocking on the door to your door and soon after you muttered “the doors open” walking into your dorm room he saw that you were laying on your bed with a small garbage bin close to your bed.

•“Hey y/n, how you been?” He asked as he closed the door walking over to you and took a seat by your bed

•“Oh hey Shinso.” You reply sheepishly with a small smile on his face as you looked at him

•He soon began to taking the things out he bought to help take care of you, as well as the fluffy blanket which you immediately took and rapped it around your body

•He soon gave you medicine, which you tried to fight back but you were to weak and just end up taking it

•After awhile he soon left and came back with a bowl of soup and handed it to you

•“So how did you get sick?” He asked you as you were eating the soup. “Oh I was just training the other day and I guess to wear something warm.” You responded with

•Shinsou looked that you before he let out a sigh. “Please take care of yourself next time, except during this weather.”

•“I know, I know..” you said before sneezing. “ I will I promise.” You told him.

•“Good.”

•“So can we watch a movie while you’re still hear?” You asked as he just smiled at you. “Sure.” He answered as he turn on the tv

[mooblybloom]

Thinking about a possible AU in which:

Shindeku is married and during a underground mission they come across a small child they save her and adopt her and out of adoration she dye's her hair split dyed green and purple as a tribute to them she continues to do this throughout preschool and and middle school all the way up to high school to where she makes friends with the next gen totoroki

now I don't know who he's with at this point in time but I don't really care, All I know is that The son of shoto totoroki has a godmother by the name of Mina ashido honestly one of totoroki's worst mistakes. So subsequently this next gen totoroki reads fanfiction some dots connect in his teenage mind and it's like izuku is in high school all over again hearing next gen Todoroki ask his daughter if she's a result of mprag.

[husbandomail-archive]

my own Christmas prompts; this was vaguely supposed to be "seasonal Starbucks" lmao

once again typed up on my phone, forgive any formatting oddities

The coffee shop menu might as well be written in an entirely different language.

At least he understood the words peppermint mocha; the illuminated menu was also brightly advertising something called a sugar cookie latte, and trying to imagine what that might taste like was enough to make his teeth hurt.

The line shuffled forward, and anxiety twinged in Shinso's chest as he took several steps closer to the counter. This was supposed to be a cute surprise for you, but now that he'd actually seen the coffee shop's expansive winter menu , his confidence had faded fast. He had no idea what you'd like.

The pair of schoolgirls ahead of him vanished and Shinso was left at the front of the line. The barista smiled up at him expectantly— Shinso thought he was going to black out.

A half-hour later, just before the morning bell rang, you heard someone hiss your name as you busied yourself digging through homework. When you glanced away from your school bag, Hitoshi Shinso was standing awkwardly in the doorway of your classroom, his face tinged red from both the cold and his apparent embarrassment. As you stepped closer, he lifted his hands to show off the colorful coffee cups in his grasp.

"Uh— surprise?"

[tytarax]

I saw your requests can I request if it’s okay a Kiribaku and or Denkishinso comfort for getting hurt on the job or getting tired from a long day art work?

I literally did both in both scenarios XD. Enjoyed writing it anyway.

I hope you like it as much as I did.

Pure fluff <3

The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. The day had been long, filled with challenges and dangers, but you had finally made it back home. The apartment was quiet as you entered, the only sound being the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city outside.

You dropped your bag by the door and sighed, feeling the weight of the day settling on your shoulders. Your body ached, every muscle protesting against the strain of the mission. You were tired, bone tired, and all you wanted was to sink into the comfort of your bed and forget about the world for a while.

But as you made your way through the apartment, you heard voices coming from the living room. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sound and found Katsuki and Eijiro sitting on the couch, talking quietly. They looked up as you entered, their expressions shifting from concern to relief at the sight of you.

"Hey, you're back," Kirishima said, standing up and approaching you. "Are you okay? You look exhausted."

You managed a weak smile, leaning into his touch as he brushed a hand against your cheek. "I'm fine, just tired. It was a tough mission."

Bakugo stood up as well, his gaze sharp as he assessed your condition. "You're injured," he said, his voice tight with worry.

You glanced down at yourself, noticing for the first time the cuts and bruises marring your skin. They were nothing serious, just the usual wear and tear of hero work, but Bakugo's concern made your heart ache.

"It's nothing, really," you said, trying to reassure him. "Just a few scratches."

Bakugo didn't look convinced, but he nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he said, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom.

Kirishima followed close behind, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet as Bakugo helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub. They worked together, gentle yet efficient, cleaning and bandaging your wounds with practiced hands. The whole time, they stayed silent, their presence a comforting anchor in the midst of your exhaustion.

Once they were done, Bakugo stood back, studying their handiwork with a critical eye. "There," he said, his voice gruff. "All patched up."

You thanked them, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. They had taken care of you without hesitation, their concern and care a balm to your weary soul.

"Why don't you go rest?" Kirishima suggested, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We'll take care of dinner tonight."

You nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. "Thank you," you said, standing up slowly. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Bakugo snorted, rolling his eyes. "Don't get all sappy on us," he said, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. They may not say it often, but their actions spoke louder than words. They were your rock, your support, and you were grateful for them every day.

As you made your way to bed, you knew that no matter how tough the world may be, as long as you had Kats and Ei by your side, you could face anything that came your way.

As you arrived home after a grueling mission, the weight of exhaustion and aches settled heavily upon your shoulders. The day had been long, filled with danger and adrenaline, leaving you battered and bruised. With a weary sigh, you pushed open the door to your shared apartment, the soft click echoing in the quiet space.

Denki Kaminari and Hitoshi Shinso were both lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game, their laughter filling the room. However, as they caught sight of you, their expressions shifted from amusement to concern in an instant. Denki's eyes widened with worry, while Hitoshi's usual stoic demeanor softened with empathy.

"Hey, are you okay?" Denki asked, jumping up from his seat and rushing over to you. Hitoshi followed suit, his gaze never leaving your tired form.

You managed a weak smile, trying to reassure them despite the pain throbbing through your body. "I'm fine, just a bit banged up," you replied hoarsely.

Without another word, Denki gently guided you to the couch, while Hitoshi disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with a first aid kit and a glass of water. Hitoshi knelt in front of you, his hands deftly tending to your injuries with a gentle touch that belied his usual aloof exterior.

Denki hovered nearby, his worry evident in every line of his face. "You should have told us you were hurt," he chided softly.

You shook your head weakly. "I didn't want to worry you guys"

Hitoshi finished bandaging your wounds and handed you the glass of water. "You're part of this team too," he said quietly. "We're here for each other."

Denki nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions. "Yeah, we've got your back no matter what."

As you leaned back against the cushions, feeling their unwavering support enveloping you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but be grateful for having Denki and Hitoshi by your side. At that moment, despite the pain and weariness that weighed heavily upon you, there was nowhere else you'd rather be than here with them – your teammates, your friends, your family.

Masterpost

MHA Masterlist

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 - 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

Word Count: 976

Contains: Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used,Nothing bad lol

Proof read and Edited

A/N: thanks to @slayfics for the idea tehehehehehehehhe

You tapped your foot impatiently while perched on the edge of your bed, eagerly awaiting Shinso's message signaling the all clear. It had been a nerve-wracking 10 minutes since his last text, and your mind raced with worry that he might have been caught by a teacher - the worst-case scenario. Just as you were about to give in to your anxiety, a notification sound broke the silence. Snatching up your phone, you read his message with a grin, quickly throwing on a sweater before quietly slipping out of your dorm room.

After checking that the coast was clear, you shut the door behind you and made your way to the elevator. Stepping inside as soon as it arrived on your floor, you pressed the button for the ground level. The doors slid shut, and you descended to the lobby. As you stepped out into the lounge, you breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that no one else was around.

"Where do you think you're going?" a voice suddenly rang out. Startled, you gasped and frantically scanned the room before your eyes landed on Tokoyami seated on the floor, engrossed in a book with Dark Shadow snoozing in his lap.

"Fucking hell, Tokoyami," you exclaimed, placing a hand on your racing heart. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. He chuckled, setting his book down on the table. "Couldn't sleep?" you asked, walking up to him. He nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Always, and what about you? You didn't answer my question," he smirked, already knowing the answer. You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. "I'm going to see Hitoshi."

"Again? Didn't you see him last night? Around the same time as now?" he inquired, his observation skills on point. "You're quite observant," you blushed. "Could you keep an eye out for Aizawa?" you requested. He nodded. "Of course. Have fun," he said as you quickly left the dorm, stepping into the darkness of the night. The cold air hit your face as you made your way towards Shinso's dorm, where you would meet halfway and spend an hour or two together before heading back and getting some sleep.

As you walked, you finally caught sight of the familiar face you had been longing to see. "Hey," he greeted you with a soft smile, his black hoodie pulled up to his chin to keep warm. "Hi," you smiled back, leaning up to give him a gentle peck on the lips. "What took you so long?" you asked, remembering the seemingly endless ten minutes you had spent waiting.

"Sorry, there were a lot of my classmates around. I had to wait until there were only a few left," he explained, and you nodded in understanding. Unable to resist, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, seeking his comforting warmth. His arms instinctively pulled you closer. "Are you enjoying yourself there?" he chuckled softly, feeling your face nuzzling against his chest. "Mhm," you chuckled, missing his scent even though you had seen him just yesterday. Eventually, you pulled away and settled down on a nearby bench together.

After 20 minutes of chatting and venting, a notification from Tokoyami popped up on your phone.

"Heads up. Aizawa is on his way," the message read. You quickly showed the text to Shinso, and both of you jumped up, ready to leave. However, your excitement was short-lived when you heard a voice interrupting your plans.

"Not so fast," the voice chimed in. You and Shinso turned around to find a tired and irritated Aizawa standing before you. "Mr. Aizawa," you began, but he cut you off. "Y/n, Shinso, you both know the rules. You can't leave the campus after hours, especially without a teacher's knowledge," he said, rubbing his weary eyes. "What are you two doing out here?" he questioned.

"We were just talking, sir," Shinso replied softly, sensing the tension in the air. "Talking?" Aizawa repeated, clearly not convinced.

"Yes, we just wanted to spend some time together. We don't really have the opportunity during the day, so this was our only chance to see each other," you explained, trying to gauge his reaction. "I'm sorry," you added, feeling remorseful.

"How many?" Aizawa asked, his gaze shifting between you and Shinso.

You and Shinso exchanged glances before turning back to face Mr. Aizawa. "What?" he inquired, clearly confused.

Aizawa let out a sigh, his frustration evident. "How many times have you two been sneaking off? I want the truth," he demanded. Shinso's gaze dropped to the ground, feeling a sense of shame for getting caught by his mentor while trying to see you. "It's been happening for the past two weeks," he admitted reluctantly. You reached out and took his hand, gently rubbing it with your thumb to provide comfort.

"Well, that ends now," Aizawa declared firmly, and you nodded in agreement. "It won't happen again," Shinso assured, his eyes still fixed on the ground. "I'll drop you off at the 1-A dorm every night and pick you up after two hours. Is that enough time for you?" Shinso's head snapped up in surprise, and after a few seconds of freezing up, you squeezed his hand and he soon replied, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Aizawa," with a soft smile. Aizawa nodded before walking away. "You have 10 minutes left. Then you guys have to part ways."

Once Aizawa left, Shinso looked down at you, his hands still holding your waist as he leaned in to kiss your ear. "I didn't expect him to make such an offer," you spoke up, laughing softly at his affectionate gesture. "Me either… but I guess he likes seeing me happy," Shinso mused mostly to himself.

"I'm just glad we don't have to sneak off anymore," you said, relieved. "As long as I get to see you, I don't mind."

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[doumadono]

Ahh I actually caught it on Sinful Sunday for once?

Cool cool!

Can I get a Hitoshi Shinsou x AFAB reader where he is a vampire and has his first feeding, leading to them having sex? xx

Warnings: aged-up Shinso, vampire!Shinso, they/them pronouns for reader

SINFUL SUNDAY

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient castle where Hitoshi Shinso, a centuries-old vampire, resided. Tonight was different for him, a night of significant change, as he stood at the threshold of their bedroom.

As he entered the dimly lit chamber, Shinso's eyes met theirs, a mixture of hunger and curiosity swirling within their depths. The air was charged with a palpable tension as he took a step closer, his fangs delicately grazing his lower lip. "Are you ready for this?" he inquired, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down their spine.

They nodded, whispering "yes", a blend of nervousness and anticipation coursing through their veins. Shinso's gaze held an intensity that belied his calm exterior, and as he closed the distance between them, they could feel the ancient power that emanated from him.

Gently, he tilted their head to the side, exposing the vulnerable expanse of their neck. His breath, cool and intoxicating, brushed against their skin as he lingered for a moment, savoring the anticipation. With a careful precision, Shinso's fangs sank into their warm skin, and a fleeting sting was followed by a sensation that was both strange and strangely intimate. His lips sealed the wound, and as he fed, a quiet moan escaped him, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. His hands torn their nightgown, finsding their place, cradling their boobs.

The sensation was a symphony of pleasure and mild discomfort, a testament to the profound intimacy of this act.

Hitoshi drank with measured intent, each sip drawing forth a potent elixir that connected him to the very essence of their being. The exchange was a silent conversation, a dance of give and take that transcended the boundaries of the mundane.

The taste of their blood, a blend of sweetness and warmth, enveloped him in a sensory journey.

When he finally withdrew, the moonlight reflected in his eyes revealed a vulnerability, a glimpse into the complex emotions that accompanied this intimate exchange. The hushed stillness lingered, laden with the weight of a newfound connection forged in the elixir of the night.

A little trail of blood dripped down their exposed neck.

In that moment, the connection between them and Shinso deepened, a bond forged through this primal act. Shinso's centuries of existence seemed to merge with their essence, creating a unique link that transcended time. As he withdrew, he met their gaze once more, his eyes now holding a newfound warmth. "Thank you," he murmured, a rare vulnerability coloring his words.

Shinso pressed them against the wall, engaging in a passionate exchange of kisses. They responded eagerly, one leg traveling up his own. Between his legs, they felt his intense desire for them. Their eyes silently implored him to enter them, aware that openly begging was futile. It always happened on his terms and in his time, a waiting game that bordered on both pleasure and pain.

Silently and deliberately, he unbuttoned his trousers, and they felt it immediately - his blood-filled, swollen, diamond-hard dick pressed against their inner thigh. A gasp escaped them, their eyes locking with his steely gaze. Effortlessly, he lifted them up, their legs wrapping around his hips as his member forcefully slid into their wetness. Possession unfolded slowly, a mutual readiness evident as they enveloped him, a completion inevitable. "I need you so bad," he whispered, biting into their neck again, leaving them arching back, panting.

An ornately framed painting rattled against the wall as Shinso intensified his fervent pounding, the echoes of passion resonating through the room. Their moans escalated, a harmonious blend of pleasure and desperation, a plea for fulfillment from him. Their head rolled to the side, exposing the sensitive expanse of their throat, a reminder of the allure that drew him to them. Patiently, Hitoshi bided his time, thrusting into them with rhythmic repetition, asserting his dominance, making them unequivocally his. He didn't say a work - the only sound escaping his lips was heavy breathing. His gaze locked onto theirs, a visual tether as he claimed them his.

Driven by their hunger and his thirst, the thrusts gained power, the walls of their pussy closing in around him, an exquisite yet painful squeeze. Shinso's lascivious smile persisted, a manifestation of his desire to push deeper, demanding their immediate surrender.

The surrender came from deep within them, and brought a sense of gratification to Shinso that they endured this long. His fingers with sharp nails dug into the tender skin of their ass as he released his own cum. Their body trembled, yet he persisted in driving into them repeatedly — over and over and over — his seed spewing out, covering them both, and flowing down to find the cool marble floor below.

Shinso craved more from them. Lowering his face to their breasts, he continued his passionate assault on their pussy, forcefully drawing their buds into his mouth through the remnants of midnight lace adorning their voluptuous form. Screams of pleasure echoed as they reached climax once again, their nipples feeling the exquisite strain between his sharp fangs as his cock started growing hard withing their core again.

They clawed their nails across Shinso's broad shoulders, their grip descending to his neck and down his back. Amidst another crescendo of screams and convulsions, their body intertwined with Hitoshi's, he lowered his head to their throat, once again claiming the sweet liquid treasure which he had come for.

Shinso, consumed by a dark hunger, pressed them against the cold surface more, their pulsating warmth enticing him. As his sharp fangs sank into their delicate flesh yet again that night, the room echoed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Their hot blood flowed, a forbidden elixir, and Shinso drank deeply, savoring the intoxicating taste, fucking their pussy harder.

As Shinso continued to drink, the air became charged with an eerie intensity, the lines between predator and prey blurred in the embrace of the night. The taste of their hot blood, a forbidden nectar, fueled the insatiable hunger within him, casting a dark allure over the twisted dance of pleasure and pain.

"You are mine," Hitoshi declared, cradling their chin between his index and forefinger. "My little plaything."

[jellyfishandry]

The type of person they'd end up dating

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Hitoshi Shinso

CW: Everyone is referred to in the 3rd person, swearing, insecurity, gn pronouns for the partner, Shinso's went kinda into a scenario,

A/N: I had no idea how to phrase the title of this, but oh well. Also this is just what I think they would realistically be into, you don't have to agree with my opinion

Izuku Midoriya

He'd probably date someone patient, someone who would support and encourage him, as well as listen to his rants. He'd like to train with his partner, but would also enjoy someone who would clean the scratches and put ice on the bruises he gets It's likely that he'd end up with someone who's calm, but a bit extroverted, because in the crushing stage, and very early in the relationship he'd be very nervous, and they'd probably have to start the conversations. He needs someone non-judgmental. He's self-conscious about a lot of things, and he needs someone who will love him despite his secrets and odd quirks. In summary, someone who is supportive, understanding, and patient.

Katsuki Bakugo

Another person who needs a patient partner. He can be a lot to handle, especially considering how many emotions he hides with his anger. He needs someone who will understand his situation, and will accept him. Not someone who would try to fix him. He would probably end up with someone who is calm and polite, but who's not afraid to put him in his place when he's being an asshole. He'd most likely go to his partner after bad days and just sit there with them. He'll need some probing if he's going to talk about how he's feeling, because it's highly unlikely he'd talk about his emotions unprompted. In summary, someone who is patient, calm, but bold

Hitoshi Shinso

He'd do best with someone who would be quiet, but not shy. Like, just less interested in groups and parties, and who would prefer to be alone. Someone who he could just do his own thing by, but still enjoy each other's company. And of course someone who would go to cat cafes with him. When he first met them, it would be something like sitting at the same table in the library cause all the other ones were full, or had loud people sitting at them. He liked the way they looked when he first met them (like aesthetic attraction), but it didn't go beyond that until he got to know them. But he would need someone who would fully trust him in the relationship, despite his quirk. He'd like someone who would listen and at least try to understand his struggles with his quirk. In summary, someone who is introverted, calm, and understanding

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