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with-my-calamitous-love · 6 hours ago

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your arms are reaching / your eager heart is throbbing

k. bakugou, s. todoroki, i. midoriya x f! reader

how he reacts after learning his pretty girl struggles to get orgasms ꕥ smut 18+, timeskip characters, please read responsibly.

for the girls (like yours truly) who unfortunately struggle with this. don’t worry! communication! you deserve to cum!!!

song: couldn’t make it any harder

katsuki bakugou

- as everyone already knows, he will take any sort of test or opposition and stomp it into the ground. he’s the best, the greatest. not only is this another chance to prove how infuriatingly talented it is, but a chance to get you screaming his name and aching for him.

- the very first time he goes down on you, he’s so cocky and sure he’ll make you feel amazing. he lifts his head from your thighs and finds your face hasn’t moved an inch. “you gonna cum?” “uhm… no.” “WHAT!?”

- once you explain it to him, he’s seeing it as a challenge

- he finds communication so sexy. though 90% of the time he seems like a jackass who never listens, he’s far more perceptive than anyone could imagine. he learns not only your words but your body, the signs that you’re enjoying it or when you’re loosening up to him. as much as it is a fun challenge for him, his determination proliferates once he sees the frustrated tears boil over in your eyes.

- “calm down, babe. i’ve got you.”

he’s laying behind you, sideways on the bed while one strong arm lifts your leg up. his cock slowly pistons in and out of your pussy at a tortuous pace, his free hand rubbing circles on your clit while he has you feeling every inch of him. he’s fingered you for close to an hour before finally deciding you were wet enough to take him, all of him.

“hows this?” his voice is gruff in your ear. you know, by the scratch in his throat, that holding back is killing him. that if it were up to him, he’s have your face in the pillows wrecking your insides. but this isn’t about him. its about you, making your brain melt and toes curl from pleasure.

theres a hot coil in your stomach, about to snap at any moment. your nails dig into the sheets, clinging to anything, knowing that it could be his back you’re scratching up. you want to tell him to let go, to start fucking you rough and passionate the way he has always been, but you also know that this is the longest and most potent pleasure session you’ve had in a long time. you feel yourself gushing around his cocks, sucking him in greedily. you’re buzzing, body warm with satisfaction but a lingering need to feel him ravage you.

“you can go faster.” you grit your teeth, looking back at him over shoulder. he shifts to move on top of you, placing a kiss to your cheek and forehead before reinserting himself with little resistance. your legs wrap around his legs like a magnet, whatever was left of them not reduced to jelly.

“you sure?” red eyes glint with a flicker of momentary doubt. he knows you feel good, but he’s determined to make you feel amazing. “tell me what you like, baby.”

he begins moving his hips again, faster this time, and your back arcs like the london bridge.

“like that!” you’re quick to savour it, and he fucking smirks. he feels you cumming around him, an sweet, blissful orgasm tearing through you like a bullet through paper. but he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it and promising 3 mode.

“whatever you want, baby.”

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shouto todoroki

- maybe its because he knows a thing or two about the absence of love and genuineness in places it should exist, but he tends to know when you lie. especially if its to protect his feelings in the form of forced moans or highs.

- he’s only began fingering you, noticing that your moans are off, and he’ll immediately withdraw. he’ll blink, confused, before returning to his normal, blunt self: “you don’t like it, darling?”

- he’ll stare, gears turning in his head while you ramble to come up with an answer. he’s difficult to lie to, seeing the way he tilts his head like a god damn puppy when he knows something is amiss.

- after you finally tell him, he’s silent for a few moments right before: “well, why didn’t you say so?”

- “i didn’t want to be difficult.”

- “it’s difficult to not love you.”

shouto has stamina, thats a no brainer. he’s been trained since day 1 to endure most things. so staying on his knees, head buried between your thighs isn’t exactly hard for him.

one of your legs stays hooked over his shoulder while the other is pinned down by his hand. you can’t remember the last time he’s actually lifted his head to breathe. he’d find a new way to take in oxygen if it meant keeping you pink and needy for him, the way he has you know.

his tongue moves in a messy pattern, swirling around and in between your slit before his lips move up to that delicate bundle of nerves, wrapping around the bud and sucking all the sweet nectar. his eyes are closed, a sort of meditation for him while you melt into the sheets.

“shouto!” his name comes out like a mantra. he wants to smile, to respond, but his lips are preoccupied with spelling out each japanese logographic character on your pussy.

so instead, he smiles mentally while moving his head up and down. you’ve never actually squirted before, but you were pretty confident this would be the day.

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izuku midoriya

- izuku possesses endless patience that extends with both his arms for you. he has only ever wanted to put a smile on your face, even if that smile is sometimes an o shape and eyes rolling back.

- he is incredibly understanding, not a trace of judgement in those green eyes. he’ll simply hold your hand, with all the respect and the world, and say: “let me help you, baby.”

- that gentleness is thrown at the window as he morphs into a complete demon, pounding into you with such force you’re sure you’ll break the bed.

“fuck! izuku! shit, uhm- you’re going so fast!” you blurt out, holding his back for stability. he’s bullying your pussy with his cock, reasoning that if he was going to make you cum, he’d do it right.

“i’ve got you, love.” he mutters into your ear, lip wrapping around your nipple while his squeezes your other tit. his pace doesn’t dare slow down, stars bursting behind your eyelids as every inch of him sends shivers of pleasure down your body. he somehow still manages to whisper the most tooth-rotting sweet nothings into your ear while he single handedly orchestrates that delicious skin slapping noise.

his pelvis rubbed against your already sensitive clit, your pussy glistening with sticky juices that he salivates just thinking about. if he wasn’t fucking you with his cock, it’d be with his mouth.

he cups your face with one hand, groaning as you squeeze even tighter. “you gonna cum, sweetheart?” unable to speak, you nod profusely. he fucks you through countless more through the rest of the night.

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miyamor · 6 days ago

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❝ TEMPORARY FIX; ❞

۶ৎ ft. h. shinsou, s. todoroki, i. midoriya, t. iida navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ wherein after the messy breakup with his girlfriend, he runs straight to you for consolation.

izuku midoriya

tenya iida

shoto todoroki , hitoshi shinsou

a/n: mean shinsou 😬

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kanyerealdaughter · 1 day ago

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— ★ MHA MEN IN THE MOTHERLAND

characters - bakugo , deku , todoroki , kirishima , denki , sero , tenya , shinso , monoma , hawks , dabi , shigaraki , aizawa, all might , endeavor. | all around the world event! |

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KATSUKI BAKUGO - walks like the land is testing him, and he welcomes the challenge. sun beating down, dust in his sandles, and still he moves like fire doesn’t fear heat. but the way he watches you? that’s the softest part of the whole damn trip.

safari reaction - mutters “ tch.” at the first elephant. but doesn’t look away. lions gets a grin from him. “ they know they’re kings. i respect that.”

secretly takes a photo of you with the giraffes. keeps it in his phone forever.

food experience - grumbles at first. then devours everything. “ spicy. i like it.” compliments the chef with a firm nod.

ends up cooking one dish himself. “ don’t say shit, but this stew’s better than what we make at home.”

cultural experience - he joins a drum circle. plays so hard the locals cheer. kids cling to him, call him random nickanme besides him telling them his name millions of times.

he pulls you aside that night. “ thanks for bringin’ me. i needed this.”

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IZUKU ‘DEKU’ MIDORIYA - touches everything like it might vanish. gentle, grateful, glowing. he’s a student again here, wide-eyed and full of wonder. and when he looks at you under the stars? he swears he’s the luckiest man alive.

safari reaction - takes detailed notes. names every bird. asks a hundred questions. cries quietly when he sees a baby elephant. “ it’s so pure.”

you wipe his tears for him. he whispers, “ i’ll never forget this.”

food experience - tries very bite with reverence. “ the spices… they tell a story.” he says you look at him and his whole face is red. he jots down recipes to try back home with you. helps clean up and thanks everyone personally.

cultural experience - joins a dance with awkward energy. kids absolutely love him. gets a painted symbol on his forehead from a village elder. later tells you. “ this place… it feels like hope.”

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SHOTO TODOROKI - walks like the land cools for him, the sun touches but doesn’t burn. he doesn’t say much, but his eyes drink in everything. africa strips him down to the boy he once was curious, cautious, and quietly in awe of the world… and of you.

safari reaction - stares at a cheetah for too long. “ they move like fire.” holds your hand tighter when the hyenas laugh. doesn’t say why. the sunset was so beautiful,

“ my mother would love this view.” he murmurs.

food experience - eats thoughtfully. sensitive to spice. drinks lots of milk. asks for the meanings behind dishes. thanks the cooks sincerely.

shares every bite with you. “ i want you to taste what i taste.”

cultural experience - watches children play soccer. joins in quietly. wins, then lets them win. a local braids a thread into his hair, he leaves it there. that night he says. “ i feel different here… freer.”

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EIJRO KIRISHIMA - moves like the world is made for joy. every step in the red earth is a celebration. he laughs loud, hugs hard, and makes everyone feel like family. with you? he’s a volcano of warmth.

safari reaction - gasps at hippos at how big they are. climbs a lookout rock with you on his back.

“ for the view, babe!”

records when an elephant splashes in a river.

food experience - dives into everything soon he’s gonna be on the toilet praying he didn’t. “ THIS is flavor, bro!” cheers for the cook. asks to learn one dish himself. brings you the best bites like a proud caveman.

cultural experience - dances until his knees give out. kids copy all his moves. joins a woodworking session. craves a tiny lion for you.

tells you. “ this place made me stronger. in the best way.”

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DENKI KAMINARI - lands like it’s spring break, but quickly tunes into the rhythm of the land. he cracks jokes, but his wonder is real. and the way he clings to your arm at sunset? he’s never been more grounded.

safari reaction - screams when a baboon jumps out. pretends it didn’t scare him. tries to get a selfie with every animal. ends up with mostly blurry shots. almost falls out of the jeep, but he still manages a perfect one of you smiling.

“ this one’s going on my wall.”

food experience - loves the grilled meats. spices hit him like lightning, he cries. “ i’m suffering, but i love it.” accidentally volunteers to help and ends up peeling over 50 onions.

cultural experience - plays tag with local kids until he collapses. tries drumming, fails still gets applause. he pulls you aside grinning and says. “ this? this is living.”

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SERO HANTA - walks like the breeze carries him light, laughing, and adaptable. he greets strangers like old friends, slips into rhythm like he belongs, and somehow always ends up with kids hanging off his arms. with you, he’s even brighter.

safari reaction - dangles off the jeep for better views. “ check that giraffe’s neck!” gets chased briefly by a curious baby zebra. laughs the whole time.

“ this is wild, babe. literally.”

food experience - tries street food without hesitation. loves the grilled plantains. accidentally bites into a chili pepper, cries with pride.

“ worth it.” he wheezes, sweating.

cultural experience - gets roped into helping paint a mural at a community center. leaves his handprint in the corner. he joins a weaving circle and actually gets good at it.

“ this isn’t just cool, it’s humbling,” he says, eyes soft. “ i feel lucky.”

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TENYA IIDA - walks like he’s trying to be the best guest possible. polite, respectful, deeply observant. but when he sees how alive the land is, how untamed, he lets go. just a bit. and you see the man beneath the rules.

safari reaction - names each animal like a textbook. his eyes lit up once he saw a black panther. pulls you into a shaded spot, lets himself breathe.

food experience - first asks if everything is clean.. like everything before learning proper etiquette. eats slowly, respectfully. writes a thank-you note in the local dialect. sneaks you extra fruit under the table.

cultural experience - watches a dance before joining. perfects the rhythm after three tries. kids imitate his serious posture, he laughs for once. he tells you seriously at night. “ i’m glad i came… with you.”

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HITOSHI SHINSO - blends into the shade like he’s always belonged there hoodie up, hands in pockets, voice low. but when he speaks, people listen. not because he commands it, but because he respects the silence that came before.

safari reaction - watches the predators move in near silence. doesn’t flinch when a hyena comes close to the jeep. quietly murmurs. “ it’s peaceful, in a primal way.”

food experience - tries everything once, always polite. compliments the chef with sincerity.

“ it’s different.” he says, “ but its good.”

cultural experience - observes before acting. kids braid his hair while he listens to elders tell stories. leaves a handmade bracelet on a statue as thanks. “ you learn more when you’re not trying to be the loudest.”

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NEITO MONOMA - walks like he’s filming a personal documentary, overdramatic, hand gestures sharp, words theatrical. but there’s sincerity in his awe, and when he quiets down, you catch him actually moved.

safari reaction - gasps at every new animal like it’s a magical creature.

“ behold! nature’s royalty, the cheetah!” trips once running from a bug. plays it off like performance art.

food experience - narrates each bite like a gourmet judge. “ the spice! the soul! the seasoning!” actually helps with dishes, humming joyfully.

cultural experience - joins in traditional dance. does the most. somehow nails it. practices greetings in the local language until perfect.

says with misty eyes. “ they treated me like i belonged.”

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KEIGO ‘HAWKS’ TAKAMI - glides through space like he was born for it wide skies, wild laughter, sharp eyes on everything. he’s charming without trying, but it’s the still moments your hand in his, your laugh echoing, that make him stay quiet.

safari reaction - stands on the jeep roof with wings spread wide. “ feels like freedom.” dives to stop a hat from flying away, returns it to a kid with a wink.

watches a hawk in flight, eyes soft. “ cousin.” he jokes.

food experience - he eats quickly, noisily, happily. loves the grilled meats. flirts with the cook and gets extra servings.

“ they really cook with love here.” he grins.

cultural experience - dances with kids barefoot, feathers catching the sun. he also flying kites with the children. later whispers to you. “ i don’t want to leave.”

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TOUYA ‘DABI’ TODOROKI - moves like heat mirage, real and unreal all at once. eyes half-lidded, voice dragging, but nothing escapes his notice. he doesn’t talk much to others, but he lets you lean into him like he’s solid ground.

safari reaction - stares at vultures circling above. “ guess we’re not so different.” chuckles watching a lion laze in the sun. “ that’s the life.” hold your hand tighter than usual. says nothing about it.

food experience - pokes at unfamiliar dishes but ends up liking them. like the fire-cooked stuff best. gives his food to a kid without being asked.

cultural experience - sits by the fire long after everyone else sleeps. let elders paint a symbol on his arm, doesn’t flinch.

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA - doesn’t fit in, and he doesn’t try to. fingers twitch, eyes wary, always on edge. but when no one recoils, when kids smile up at him instead of running, you see something break quietly behind his scowl.

safari reaction - doesn’t like how open the plains are. “ too exposed.” but stops cold at a black panther slinking through the grass. “…beautiful.” touches a tree bark gently. he doesn’t destroy it.

food experience - eats reluctantly at first. “ it’s weird.” but takes seconds of roasted meat. quietly admits. “ tastes real.” lets you wipe his mouth clean like he’s a kid again.

cultural experience - watches kids dance with a blank stare. a local grandma calls him “ haunted but good.” he almost smiles.

“ they don’t know me..” he says later. “And they still… liked me.”

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AIZAWA SHOUTA - steps like the wind might carry him off soft, careful, always watching. he’s not here to be seen, but somehow ends up respected by everyone without trying. the kids call him “sensei” before he even speaks. perhaps he just gives off the vibe.

safari reaction - lies back and watches birds with binoculars for hours. names constellations in the sky while you rest against him. “ everything here works in balance,” he murmurs. “ no need for flash.”

food experience - eats what’s given. no complaints. quiet thank yous. makes tea with locals and shares stories in exchange. “ simple is best,” he tells you, content.

cultural experience - fixes a broken wheel with kids in a dusty village. teaches a few stretches to an elder who has back pain.

“ good people.” he says. “ you can feel it in their hands.”

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TOSHINORI ‘ALL MIGHT’ YAGI - carries sunshine like a second skin. his smile is softer, his voice humbler, but out here, among the people and the stories, he becomes something not larger-than-life, just purely human.

safari reaction - marvels like a child at the elephants. “ incredible strength… but so gentle.” helps lift kids into the jeep one by one. they cheer.

“ this.” he tells you, eyes bright, “ is what peace feels like.”

food experience - praises every dish. asks for seconds and thirds. mearns how to roast maize from an elder and does it wrong. laughs at himself.

“ it’s the company that makes it delicious,” he says.

cultural experience - joins in a storytelling circle, voice rich and warm. gets asked to bless a new community garden, takes it seriously. also becomes the neighborhood playing and helping with the kids.

“ this is heroism too.” he says. “ lifting lives without fists.”

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ENJI ‘ENDEAVOR’ TODOROKI - walks like fire held in check rigid, intense, commanding. but in this place, where no one knows his name or shame, he lets himself breathe. and somehow, he’s quieter when holding your hand in the sun.

safari reaction - watches lions in silence. “ hm they lead through presence, not volume.” kids are somewhat scared of him first, until he helps one up from a fall. holds your waist in the front keel, steady even as the road shakes.

food experience - grills meat over fire with practiced hands. adds his own twist. accepts praise awkwardly. “ it’s… edible.” but you catch him smiling at the compliments.

cultural experience - works side by side with village builders. doesn’t say much just lifts, hammers, helps. a child draws flames on his hand with markers. he leaves it on all day.

he becomes the neighborhood father for the rest of the trip. “ they don’t care who i was.” he mutters. “ just who i am here.”

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - i don’t watch mha like thatttt soo yeah..

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seumyo · 3 months ago

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todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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writeriguess · 15 hours ago

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Do you write for Shoto? Because I got the best idea for him after seeing you want more Dabi fics and this relates to Dabi too!

Soooo can you write a fic where Shoto takes it really hard when Dabi reveals his identity (even when he doesn't show it) and reader, who's his girlfriend, comforts him. Shoto asks her if she thinks Touya is still in there and it's just major angst. Thank you!

Ashes Between Us

The name hit him like a physical blow—Touya Todoroki. A ghost from a forgotten past, a brother he barely remembered, a shadow he never truly faced. Shoto stood motionless, the world dissolving into static and silence around him as the broadcast cut through the chaos of battle. Dabi’s cold voice echoed in every corner of Japan, and in that voice was the unbearable truth: Touya was alive. Not the sweet, quiet boy from his fractured memories, but a broken man consumed by fire and pain.

Shoto’s chest tightened painfully. It wasn’t just shock or fear. It was something heavier—grief, guilt, confusion, and a deep, gnawing ache that had nothing to do with the flames burning his brother’s skin. He had been so young when Touya was declared dead, so distant from his family in those early years, locked away in endless training under Endeavor’s demanding gaze. Memories of Touya were faint, like a half-remembered dream—an image of a pale boy with dark eyes, the rare moments they crossed paths swallowed quickly by the pressures and silences between them.

And now, that boy was gone.

He was Dabi.

Later, when the noise of the world faded and the sterile quiet of the medical wing surrounded them, Shoto sat by the window, staring at the rain blurring the city lights. You found him there, pale and rigid, a storm barely held at bay behind his eyes.

“Shoto,” you said softly, settling beside him without a word.

He didn’t answer at first, just kept watching the rain slide down the glass, tracing invisible paths like the broken fragments of his own memories. Finally, his voice cracked the silence.

“Do you think Touya is still inside Dabi?” he whispered, barely audible, but filled with desperate need. “Or… is he gone? Buried beneath all that hatred and fire?”

You took his hand gently, squeezing it. “I think there’s still a part of him in there. Some part worth saving.”

He looked at you then, eyes shimmering with the weight of years no one else saw. “I barely remember him. I was too young when he died—or so I thought. Father locked me away in training. We never saw each other, not really. Sometimes I wonder if I ever knew him at all.”

The ache in his voice was raw. “And now… knowing that he’s become this… this monster… it’s like losing him all over again.”

You swallowed hard, wanting to reach across that distance inside him. “It’s okay to be scared. To be angry or sad. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Shoto’s jaw tightened. “I’m scared. Scared that if I hadn’t learned to control my emotions, if I’d been left to rot the way Touya was, I’d be him. That I’d be nothing more than a broken tool for Father’s ambition.”

His gaze fell to his hands, clenched tightly in his lap. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m already lost. If this darkness inside me is just waiting to burn through.”

You shook your head gently, your voice firm and steady. “You’re not Touya. You’re not defined by what Father did to you, or by what your brother became. You’re Shoto. You’re stronger than this pain.”

His lips quivered, the walls crumbling for the first time. “I wanted to hate him, you know? To hate what he’s done… but I can’t. Part of me… just wants to find the boy he was. The boy I barely knew. I want to believe he’s still in there, somewhere beneath all the anger and scars.”

You moved closer, your fingers tracing a comforting line along his arm. “Then hold onto that hope. I’m here. And I won’t let you fall into the darkness alone.”

Shoto’s breath hitched, a tear slipping free despite his best effort. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “For holding me when I don’t know how to stand.”

You pulled him into your arms, feeling the tremors of his broken heart against your chest. “We’ll face this together. Every fire can be fought, and every scar can be healed. Not because it’s easy, but because you don’t have to do it alone.”

He rested his forehead against yours, the storm inside slowly yielding to the quiet strength between you.

“I’m afraid,” he confessed, voice raw and honest. “Afraid of what he’s become. Afraid of what I might be if I’m not careful.”

“Then let that fear remind you to hold on tighter,” you whispered. “To fight harder. Because you’re not Touya, and you’re not Dabi. You’re Shoto Todoroki. And I love you.”

For the first time since the world fell apart, Shoto let himself believe in a future where pain could be shared, where hope could live even after the darkest fire.

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dollyfetti · 1 month ago

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“kiss me.”

“i’ve never kissed before.”

you roll your eyes with a small giggle. “shoto,” you start warmly, scooting closer to him on your bed. “you don’t need to know how..” you pause, trying to find the right words while the boy blinks back at you with a blank expression like always.

“it’s easy! like.. just..!” you demonstrate with a little pucker of your lips and squeeze of your eyes, bringing a very tiny smile onto shoto’s lips. he has to admit to himself, he’s a little nervous. he wants to be good, but how can he be good at something he’s never done?

“will you kiss me kindly?” he murmurs, white lashes kissing his cheeks as he blinks at you like a curious cat.

your toothy smile widens and you nod immediately. “sho, i will kiss you so kind, midoriya will seem like a jerk.”

he frowns, shaking his head a bit. “he could never be-”

“i know, i know,” you cut him off with a soft grin.

you look down, watching his hand press flat against his knee, like he’s unsure of what to do with it. you hum, taking it into yours. he follows your gaze, frown melting into his little smile once more as your fingers roll over his skin.

when he looks back up, you’re already admiring him. it’s a thing you do, where you silently take in every inch of his face.

your eyes flicker to his lips and you lean just a little closer. you hear his small inhale, and internally coo at your shy boy. “i’m going to kiss you now, okay?” you mumble, still caressing his hand with utmost care.

“yes.” he murmurs back, closing his eyes. “go ahead, sweet girl.”

the nickname brings a pitter patter to your heart, and that’s the push you need to press your lips against his. they’re soft, not that you expected anything less. they’re hesitant and awkward, but filled with love anyhow, and you find yourself giddy at the fact that he’s taking his time.

his lips rub against yours in a nervous manner, but his hand squeezes yours a bit before bringing his other up to cup your cheek. he even opens his eyes for a few seconds to see the happy look on your face before pulling back with an exhale of relief.

“good, right?” you say with a coo, leaning your face against his hand unconsciously.

his face softens more, if that’s even possible, and he nods gently. “yes. very good, i think.”

#bleh!! i’m going to sleep now #came here to write a little smutty drabble but paul anka came on and welp #if u told me i’d ever write anything for shoto i wouldn’t believe u (not that i don’t love him!!!)#♡ 𓏸💭 dolly writes!! ˚○ 🎀#s.t ♡💭#shoto todoroki #todoroki #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #shouto x reader #mha shouto #bnha shouto #todoroki x reader #mha fluff #shoto todoroki fluff #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #mha x reader #mha shoto

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sugolara · 1 day ago

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Meet me at the graveyard

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Three nights was all it took before a known vehicle had stormed into the gates of Sorston, pummeling what once kept the community safe of the walking dead.

It was during the night where everyone was consumed by slumber did the gates break down and molotovs were thrown, catching a house on fire and causing a chain reaction. The gunshots were what startled the people awake and some of those who were heavy sleepers near the gates did not receive light punishments. With the streets cackling in fire and shots, it was also mixed with the cold howling wind and the screams of people that once laughed.

“Katsuki!” It felt like tiny mice were scratching her throat with every yell she’s made, “Ka–”

Coughing, she stopped running as she placed her hand on her throat, hoping it would soothe it, but to no atlas. She sniffled and the sweat crawling down her face annoyed her, but that annoyance was replaced with flinches as the gunshots moved closer. She ran again, matching the pace with everyone else that ran down the streets looking for haven, but like flies some around her were gun down.

“Where the fuck are you?” She huffed out, continuing down the streets to where Eijiro lived.

If her recurring nightmares of those she loved didn’t keep her up, she would have been caught in the house fires or the intruders that barged in, killing the sleeping community before they even had a chance to escape. She had been lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t even realized Katsuki had walked through the front doors to which were beside her as she slept down in the living room. She didn’t even recall him saying he would be back.

It was most likely midnight, so what the hell was he even doing out this late? She didn’t know and she didn’t care to solve the question as the redhead's home was in view. Pushing past people, she ran up the porch and opened the door before slamming it behind her. She huffed as her eyes wandered around the room that was lit up by a battery candle in the living room, “Katsuki..?”

Wiping her face, she pushed herself away from the door, looking around for a sign of life, “Please…where are you?”

While her eyes scanned her area, she made sure her ears listened to her surroundings. She wasn’t going to give Tomura’s men the advantage, so she quicken her pace, jogging up the stairs and almost tripping. Her foot slipped, but with the help of her left hand she was able to pick herself up and steady herself. Despite the noise she didn’t think it would catch anyone's attention considering the cackles of the flames and the terrifying screams deafened her mistakes.

Either way, she was more occupied in the search for Katsuki. With her head running in circles, the thought of stumbling upon his body was one her nerves would freeze. However, she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about that. She trusted him enough that he would keep himself safe and that alone was enough for the bile of panic that reached her throat to calm down.

Letting out a tired breath, a sniffle escaped her throat as she leaned next to what looked like Denki’s bedroom door. In the process of looking, she had overlooked opening Hanta’s room, and she didn’t have the time to notice as her next thoughts were of where else to look.

While wiping the sweat off her forehead, her eyes gazed at the floor, and she noticed that the chaos had seemed to disperse into a different area. It would have been silent if it weren't for the distant noises and in the midst of heading back down to the main floor, she stopped as her hand reached for the doorknob.

A small silent breath of fog was let out as she could just barely hear it. A soft growl coming from behind her and the cool air hitting her back. A door was probably left open for a dead to come in and surely it would soon see her if she didn’t move. However, she feared that if she made one small noise it would come pouncing on her and she didn’t like that as the odds were not in her favor. A sprained wrist and only a gun with a few bullets, she didn’t know if there were other dead's right outside; though if one was able to make it in, no doubt there were others.

Cautiously, she reached for her gun and looked back. Through the darkness, she could see its silhouette walking aimlessly in the hallway underneath the stairs. Turning around, she kept a close eye on it as her other hand that has yet to be healed, she reached for the doorknob, opening it while making sure it didn’t emit a sound.

There was a slight creak of the hinges, and she stopped for a split second as she saw the dead also stop before continuing its pointless actions. With the door halfway open, moonlight poured in and swiftly she moved outside. However, she wasn’t given the chance to close the door as she threw the door back open in a harsh manner when a dead emerged from behind her, pushing against her as they both tumbled to the floor.

The action caught the attention of the other dead inside the home and she had to hurry if she wanted to get away alive, but it was hard as a rotter was on top of her back and the tumble caused her weapon to free itself from her palms.

With her left hand pushing the rotter’s head back, her sprained hand tried to push herself up but every chomping and every snarl that echoed in her ear frightened her. She even used her legs to kick the dead off of her, but she couldn’t get a stable grip especially with her fingers digging through the corpse's head and clumps of blood on her face.

Eyebrows furrowing and teeth cleaning, allowing any whimpers to come from her, she grunted as she pushed herself with force, ignoring the pain that sent through her wrist. The slimy texture of blood and other bodily fluids forming around her fingertips had her wanting to gag and the smell that came from a rotting corpse helped further the process, though she had to maintain her composure as she could hear the other rotter coming.

Who knew a corpse would be so heavy as she could barely lift herself. She knew she needed both her hands, but she was afraid if she let go, a chomp on her neck would be the death of her.

Her hands quiver and her brows twitch at the thought, but she couldn’t hesitate any longer lest she wished for death. So, with a deep breath and a harsh swallow, as speedily as she could she let her left hand back on the floor where her right hand was displayed and with force, she pushed herself up, the body on her back feeling immensely uncomfortable, but she channeled her thought to her gun that was mere inches away.

Reaching her hand out, she grabbed it, but at the same time her slow movements caused for the rotter behind her to grab onto her leg and as she stumbled, she continued to reach for her only source of comfort—ignoring the gnarly wide mouth and a row of teeth showing.

A pained grunt was let out through her clench teeth as she kicked the dead away and grabbed her weapon. Her feet awkwardly tripped over herself and in the action of trying to catch herself, she stepped forward and ended up falling on a coffee table, jabbing her side. Both snarls of the dead could be heard, but she focused on the pain of her side, holding it and ignoring the wet stain of her clothing. She let herself fall off the small table and land on the floor as she hissed and a small whimper was let out.

“Fuck…” She whispered, blinking away as her vision was getting clouded. She could hear the dead heading for her as the battery candle showed her and she would have quickly gotten up if it weren’t for the circumstance.

She didn’t know how much longer it would take, but she knew she couldn't just be a rotter’s meal before she died. Keeping her hand on the side of her stomach, she held onto the sofa beside her, pushing herself up while hissing at her injury. With the dead right behind her, she moved towards the backdoor and when reaching it, she slammed the door closed without looking back though with her feet giving out from exhaustion, she stumbled down the porch, falling face first on the soft wet grass.

Groaning, she took in a couple breaths to push herself on her back and allowed herself to lay there to regain her energy. Wherever Katsuki was, she hoped he could find her before she decided to take a long rest right where she laid.

Though as if the heavens above heard her, quick and silent footsteps could be heard. She could also hear that familiar voice that softly called her name, “F/n?”

Groaning, she moved into a sitting position, but with her body hurting, it took a lot longer, “Katsuki?”

After hearing her voice that sounded strained, he was able to find her through the dark, only using the moonlight to allow him to approach her. Crouching below her, he helped in pulling her up. While doing so, his eyes scanned her body even while it was difficult to see if she held any injuries, “Were you looking for me?”

“Yep.” She groaned when she stood to her height, her hand staying on his wrist as she felt a little woozy, but she chalked it up to her falling, “Where have you been this entire time? I thought those guys got you before I c-could…”

“Hey, you really don’t sound okay.” If he had a flashlight he’d use it, “Don’t tell me that fall was all it took for you to barely talk right let alone walk.”

Inspecting the area and after making sure there was no danger he pulled her hand towards him as he took them to a safer place, “I was outside when they stormed in.”

“Why?” She asked through gritted teeth. She was feeling hotter than usual was which was strange considering it was very cold.

“It looked like it was going to snow.” He answered, glancing down the streets where his eyes met the burning homes and the dead that walked among the streets, “I was able to warn some people. Y’know, giving them a chance to run and I then found Mr. Chatora who took all of us to the church where the graveyard is.”

“W-why…?” He gave her a glance, “Nezu has a plan.”

Making sure his hand was still on hers; he moved back behind the house and used its blockage in traveling to the graveyard, “Nezu said that Gunhead and Tsuchikawa were out looking for other survivors and grabbing weapons considering that shithead left us with nothing. How the fuck are we supposed to keep ourselves protected with just running. Bullets fly faster than we could ever run.”

He was nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous and downright frightened at the sight, not knowing if today would be the last day he could ever see the sky. Not only were Tomura’s people flooding in, but so were the dead. Having to manage the psychotic man as well as the dead was something he and Nezu weren’t looking forward to. What did reassure him was the fact that F/n could manage all by herself and that was heartening, “Keep up.”

“I’m trying.” She panted out, but god was it so hot and she could feel beads of sweat dribble down her face, “...I thought it was supposed to be cold..?”

“It is. Can’t you hear my fucking teeth chatter.” Stopping at the edge of one house, he waited for a rotter to disappear, “Your adrenalines up the roof. That’s why you’re not cold.”

She hummed as he continued, trying her best to see through her hazy eyes, “Were you fighting something inside Shitty Hairs home?”

Continuing on his pace, he could see some of the intruders walking down the streets. One lagged behind, swaying his machete to the side and walking in a sluggish manner. Whether it was boredom or if he was high on something that wouldn’t stop Katsuki from getting his gear. A sniper on one shoulder and an automatic rifle on the other.

Letting go of F/n’s hand, he used her gun that he had previously grabbed to take the male down. He left the girl behind the home, though she didn't notice as she was preoccupied in fanning herself. When reaching a bush that had grown near the sidewalk, he made it rattle, each leaf brushing against each other and leaving a wet stain on the tips of his fingers.

Just a second of the noise was enough for it to grab the attention of the male as he moved his head towards Katsuki’s direction. Thankfully, he didn’t see the blonde as he stepped back into the darkness. With the rest of his group up ahead, Katsuki aimed his gun at the male. Keeping it steady, he made sure it was at least aimed at a clean headshot and while he knew the gunshot would alert those ahead, but with a rifle and a sniper as well as F/n by his side he knew he had the upper hand.

Holding his breath so as the fog would not reveal his presence, the second the man was five feet away, he pulled the trigger. As quickly as he could he grabbed the body before it could make impact and pulled it towards him where he grabbed both sets of weapons and returned back to F/n, unchecking if his group was now after him.

Clasping F/n’s hand, he pulled her along with him as they ran behind the homes. However, he noticed her speeding decreases and so when they were at a safe distance he paused so they could take a breath. Eyeing her slouched position, his ears picked up every inhale she took, and he cringed at how it sounded, “Are your airways blocked? What's wrong with you?”

Panting like it was her last breath, she shrugged, wiping her forehead, “It’s…really…hot.”

He was beginning to get concerned and he should be. Standing in front of her he reached to place the back of his hand on her forehead, ignoring her sweat, “You’re burning up.”

She leaned into his touch as it was cooler, “I’m so tired…I wanna…take a nap…”

Raising a brow, he used his other hand to feel her cheek before moving it to her neck, “Why are you burning..?”

He felt her shrug, but hearing commotion he once again pulled her towards him as they ran off. He’d ask her questions when they reach safety though if the church was compromised, he’d have to think of another solution. His thoughts however were kept reassured as they reached the structure and seeing it hadn't been breached, he left F/n at the bottom of the stairs as he knocked on the door.

For a brief second, he heard the commotion inside silence until the doors were opened with Chatora gesturing for them to hurry inside. Looking back at F/n, Katsuki took a step down as she slowly moved up, taking her jacket off as the sweat was becoming unbearable. The action had given Chatora a glance at Nezu, though the smaller leader nodded as if to say, it was alright.

With the two entering, the doors were quickly closed behind. The older man had locked the doors before standing beside them, making sure to keep an ear out for any suspicious behaviors that were outside. He was still waiting for Gunhead to return as well as Tsuchikawa who went to look for more of Sorston’s community. He was worried that most did not make it as not even half of the community inside the building.

With Chatora standing in the back, Katsuki and F/n moved to the front where Nezu was trying to comfort people who were weeping. However, F/n couldn’t catch up to Katsuki’s pace as she clutched her side. So instead of trying to reach him, her left hand grasped onto the pew chairs as she carefully sat down, silently groaning to herself. Having her legs out in front of her, she let her head rest on the back of the chair and while it did feel uncomfortable, she didn’t care as she was in pain.

Noticing her presence was gone, Katsuki turned back to her, but seeing her eyes closed, he figured he’d let her get some rest to calm her burning skin. Instead, he headed for Nezu, “What’s the plan?”

Reaching for a file lying neatly on the chair, Nezu picked it up and handed it to him, “You’ll be using this.”

With a puzzled look, he opened it up, "What is it?”

“An evaluation plan. While we wait for the rest to arrive, me, you and Chatora are going to gather the one’s here and…”

Sleep was calling out to her, but she knew better to give in. She tried to open her eyes though they only made it halfway before closing back once more. Faintly could she hear Katsuki speaking with Nezu. She knew she should be paying better attention, but their voices were too loud for her head to handle. Only a few words she could grasp before it went out the other ear.

Honestly, she was kind of glad things were going this way. For once she could let her guard down and it felt so nice to not keep up walls be cautions of every little thing. Getting here was a haze and if it weren’t for Katsuki’s muttering she would have thought she was alone, getting pulled by a ghost who beckoned her.

And deep in her mind, she could hear that tiny voice peeking out. Peace was calling out to her and she was ready to give in if it wasn't for Katsuki touching her shoulder, “-at’s wrong?”

Humming, she steadily opened her eyes and with those hooded eyes she gazed up at him, the moonlight hitting his face just right, “...Yeah?”

“We’re leaving.” He said, but as he continued to eye her he wasn’t sure if she even had the energy to move a muscle, “Can you stand?”

Nodding, she blinked as she stood, using the pew chairs to keep her steady. With a hoarse voice, she spoke, “I’m just thirsty.”

“Yeah, I’ll get you water.” He said, moving to the side for her to exit and following everybody else who stood by the side door. Some of the people were still not here, but after talking to Nezu about a plan Gunhead and Tsuchikawa were already aware of it if they didn’t come at a certain time. Nezu wasn’t about to let himself as well as the rest of the community be sitting ducks.

With half the council being dead, the leader of Sorston as well as Chatora could feel the pressure building up their shoulders. But, they wouldn’t let that stop them nor slow them down. They had come up with this plan for a while and now that Tomura was giving them an option to run, they were going to take that chance, though this time Nezu was making sure he wouldn’t find them this time.

At the door, F/n glanced around. Most of the people had blankets on them and if they didn’t they wore heavy coats. If this were a different situation, she would have received odd stares. She was, after all, wearing a black long sleeve, jacket long discarded.

Opening the door carefully, Chatora peeked his head out before letting the others follow behind, “Keep quiet and stay close.”

Some mothers held their children, placing their blankets on their kids' heads so if a rotter came by, the kids wouldn’t scream and thus alert their position. They were scared, which was understandable as they could be seen at any moment. Not to mention, they were unaware of what the plan was. All they knew was to follow and to trust Nezu.

“Where are we heading?” F/n said as they stood outside hiding behind the building. She leaned against it, watching Katsuki reach into his bag and pull out her jacket.

“There’s a sewer by the farm.” He whispered, holding her jacket out for her, “Put it on. It's freezing and it might snow. If I find a blanket on the way I’ll give it to you.”

“No…it’s too hot.” She shook her head, lifting the collar of her shirt around her neck to fan herself, “I just need some w-water.”

“Its fucking freezing. The hell do you mean it's hot?” It was beginning to get cornering. His skin was practically cold and the chilly air would have dried anything that was wet, but her skin was flushed and sweat was still collecting on her skin. She also appeared tired, like a corpse walking.

With every sluggish move she took, his eyes took it all, “Hey…what were you doing before I found you?”

Sniffling, she took a pause to remember while he grabbed wate from his bag. He opened it as she appeared she didn’t have the strength to do it. Behind him he could hear the others moving, but he motioned for them to go along as he would be right behind. However, there was a nagging voice in his head as a sweat rolled off her jawline.

And that nagging traveled to his heart as she dropped the water, gritting her teeth in pain as she hunched over with her hand slowly reaching for her side where a gnarly wound was let out bleeding.

“No.” What would sound like an affirmative tone to another's ear, it sounded hurt and breathless as he slapped her hand and lifted her shirt to where he could see the pulsing wound, “..No..”

A shaky breath was released from both and when he took a step back, eyeing her like his world just fell apart, tears glistening underneath the moonlight, F/n sniffled as she tried her best to stand straight. She swallowed her thick saliva, staring at the blonde she would always be fond of, “I-it was an accident…”

How couldn’t he have known? The signs were all there. Hasn’t he gone through this before? With Izuku, the boy he grew up with and loved like his brother, like his flesh and blood. But, was his mind just protecting him from what was really about to happen next? Is that why he didn’t notice she was quite literally walking to death’s door, waiting for the bite to completely take her?

“...Please…” His shaky breath caused puffs of fog to be let out.

Her eyes flickered back to him and never did she feel so exposed as a sniffle came from him with a drop of tear rolling down his perfectly soft cheeks. But, his tone, which was filled with dread, had her wanting to run far away.

“..P-please…don’t do this to me, F/n…”

Hazy eyes caused by tears, a choked sob escaped her throat as she tried her best to smile, to reassure him that everything was going to be fine, “...I-I’m so-sorry, Katsuki.”

Like an eternity, their pooled eyes stared at each other, knowing this would be the last they see each other. Hopelessly did F/n want to hug him, to just feel his touch for the last time because this really was the last time and she knew he wanted the same. She could see his hands shake and his lips twitch as he stared at her. Perhaps he was taking in every feature before she departed and who knew what his mind was racing going through. He just wanted more time with her, to let out whatever his heart wanted and if the possibility of what he longed for didn’t happen, he was fine, because he’d cherished those memories.

And deep down, they knew their feelings would forever be locked, taking it to their graves.

So instead, she shoved her jacket in his chest, letting out a heavy breath. Through her palm, she could feel his heart rhythm and barely did her fingertip touch the strap of the rifle.

Biting her lips, she sniffled, staring at her hand, “I won’t go with you.”

He knew that. He knew that the others wouldn’t take her in either and he wouldn’t dare to beg Nezu to bring her, just until she passed in a bed where she deserved after suffering her entire lifetime. A bite wound, hiding it no less would get everyone to use you as an offering.

Even if it was just for awhile, he wanted to, “I can go..with y-”

“I don’t want you.” She swallowed her bile. She didn’t know how long it would take for her to turn, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to become a mindless rotter, “I…will b-be fine. Just tr-tr-trust me, okay?”

Taking a long breath, her hand that was still above his heart moved to the strap, “Take a long breath...and you’ll be okay..”

Sniffling like a little kid, he hesitantly placed his hand above her and pulled her in a hug, ignoring her sweaty cheeks, “...When this is all over..I’ll come find you.”

It did suck. Here they were talking next to a graveyard where Izuku was buried and where Shoto’s and Hanta’s empty grave was dug. He didn’t even know if he would find her body when this was all over. No amount of pleading would magically save her and if he was being honest, he was glad she wouldn’t have to live in survivor mode. It was exhausting and having to live like that for her entire life, he’d understand if she felt relief.

Guess, this is the end. For them both. With feelings unsaid.

Taking a hold of the rifle, she let him go as she held it, using the last of her strength to get herself far from here.

Staring at his ruby eyes one last time, she smiled, placing her unhealed hand on his cheeks, wiping his tears away, “We’ll wait for you, Katsuki.”

Feeling him nod, she squinted as she painfully tore her eyes away from him with hand slowly falling as she took a step to the side, other steps soon following as she refused to look back and when she was distance away from him, she took off in a run, uncaring that it hurt to do so. Blood seeped from her wound with every move and the dead paid no mind to her, almost as if they already knew she was rotting from the inside.

She could see some people who did not belong to Sorston so she aimed her rifle and began firing as they fired back. Some bullets breezed by, some grazed her clothing and only one managed to hit her left lower abdomen. It felt like a pinch and since the bite was beginning to numb around her wound the bullet didn’t phase her. Only a twitch of her lip.

Using the rotters that ignored her, she had them be her shield. With the dead having bullets in them and hearing the gunners reload their weapon, she moved to the side with her rifle and fired, making sure she was quick enough to hit each one if she wanted out the walls.

Due to her vision growing weaker and limbs feeling strained from the heavy machinery, she walked forward, no longer using the dead as her shield as she kept her eye on the last male who moved behind a rotter. His clothing was plastered in blood and no doubt he used rotters blood to hide him and blend him in. It would make sense as the dead had paid no mind to him.

Focusing, the second the man stepped aside she fired and she was lucky to not have missed as her rifle then clicked, meaning no bullets were left. Seeing the body fall, she strapped her weapon to her shoulder and sprinted off, almost slipping as the road was getticking covered in ice.

She made it to the front gate where the vehicles were posted and getting in a small car she searched the vehicle for a key and upon finding it on the dashboard she drove off, exiting the broken gates of Sorston. Where she thought she’d die of old age with her close ones was now leaving her behind.

She didn’t dare look back through the mirror and even if she did, she’d see burning homes and dead entering, claiming it as their own. Who knew where the rest of the community were heading. She wanted to know, but she didn’t want to stay. She couldn't bear to look at Katsuki’s face even if she wanted him to be there until she passed.

Her headlights had the dead around her—a horde— glowing and with the goomy sky that began to drop snowflakes, the scenery looked hauntingly beautiful. She should have been paying better attention, because she crashed into a group of rotters that hadn’t been successful in moving out the way.

She pressed down harder on the gass, but to no avail. From the corners of her eyes, she spotted a gun lying on the floor and without haste she picked it up and removed herself from the vehicle. Catusiotyl, she waited for the dead to make a move, but they spared a glance at her before proceeding to the community. She maneuvered around them and with minutes passing by she could feel her legs beginning to give out.

With no flashlight, she headed into the forest where specks of snow slithered through the leaves that crashed into each other. The bottom of her jeans were growing wet as the grass had collected the melted snow. And when she took another step, she fell, rolling down a small hill where her back then made contact with a creek.

Goraning, she mustered the courage to move, but the sudden fall had taken every energy out of her. Knowing this was it, she layed in the water that soaked up her clothes and hair. The wound stung, but it was bearable.

The sound of trees swaying and their dull branches crashed into each other, mixing in with the water that splashed against her ears. It sounded peaceful. Though the only thing that was missing were the birds that chirped their morning glory. The wind howled and that was enough for her as she stared at the scenery above her; snowflakes that were different from one another. If anyone was crazy enough to be out at this time and stumbled upon her, they would think she was one of them; a rotter. A cruel, vicious, flesh eating monster who preyed on the living with only one goal in mind; to eat.

Growing weak, and bloodshot eyes threatening to close, her fingers twitched against the pistol. Any second she would turn and in those seconds, she raised her hand a few inches off the ground, making sure it would be a clean wound. This time, Izuku wouldn’t be here to greet her, and they wouldn’t find Katsuki and she wouldn’t brawl with Shoto who she believed was still out there. All she could do was close her eyes and let out a disappointed sigh as a gunshot echoed through the creek.

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frickingnerd · 2 days ago

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love triangle with shoto & dabi

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader x touya todoroki / dabi

tags: good boy vs bad boy, hero!reader, love triangle, angst

shoto was the perfect guy. he had a strong quirk, got good grades and was incredibly handsome. most girls at UA had a crush on the guy at some point

dabi was the guy people told you to stay away from. he wasn't like shoto and you, he was a cruel villain! and yet, there's something about bad boy's like him…

dabi knew from the start who he was dealing with! when he first saw you at USJ, fighting alongside shoto, he knew that you were the one his brother was in love with! call it brotherly instincts…

his fixation on you only started because he knew how fond shoto was of you. yet with each time you crossed paths with dabi, he began to enjoy his time with you more genuinely

shoto had a sneaking suspicion that you had a thing for dabi. he could be pretty blunt, but that was one thing he never directly addressed. he just knew that somehow you kept crossing paths with that villain and he wanted to keep you safe…

shoto was the sweet guy who treated you like you were truly special, while dabi was the one that made your heart race by simply being around you! yet you knew that dating a villain was impossible…

so things with shoto began to go steady, the two of you grew closer, yet each time your paths crossed with dabi, you tried to get some info out of him, trying to understand what made the boy a villain

until eventually, it was revealed to the whole world who he was; the son of endeavour! and shoto's brother…

shoto took the news pretty hard, especially since he now knew that the guy that was into you was none other than his own brother! meanwhile, touya was able to be as close to you as ever!

finally, you understood why had turned touya into dabi. that touya and shoto were both victim to the same man, endeavour, and that they both deserved to experience genuine love!

but would you have to choose between who got that love for you? or was it perhaps possible that both of them could get the love they wanted from you…?

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kurooh · 3 months ago

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❤︎ LOVE POTIONS ! — MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, aphrodisiacs / sex pollen, dirty talk, edging, brattiness, overstimulation, squirting, threesome, sickness but it’s sexy, breeding kink, unprotected sex.

xoxo, juno. everyone pretend it’s v-day 💘

MIDORIYA IZUKU.

⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.

fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.

“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ��m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”

“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”

“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”

it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.

villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.

the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.

in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.

flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.

“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”

BAKUGO KATSUKI.

⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.

ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.

“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”

“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”

a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”

a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”

in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.

“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”

“make me.”

he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.

katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.

you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.

“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”

“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”

another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.

“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”

TODOROKI SHOTO.

⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.

“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”

sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.

“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”

“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”

shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”

a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.

“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”

he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.

once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”

and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.

“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”

his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”

you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.

in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.

“i want to stay like this before we leave.”

“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”

“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.

“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.

“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”

shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”

“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”

oh.

now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.

but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.

the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.

“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”

his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”

“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”

you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”

it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.

he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.

“why’d you..? baby?”

you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”

“you’re gonna milk me?”

he’s so cute . .

you want to see him crying.

you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”

KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA

⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .

“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”

hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”

one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.

“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”

“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.

things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?

“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.

“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”

perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.

hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”

thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.

just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.

denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”

since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.

an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.

loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.

“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”

TAKAMI KEIGO.

⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.

“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”

since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.

you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.

“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”

as if he’d ever plan to.

he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.

“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”

keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.

“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.

you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.

“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”

quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.

you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”

“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”

sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.

with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?

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yawneon · 8 months ago

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

#jutusu kaisen x reader #percy jackson x reader #harry potter x reader #sirius black x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #luke castellan x reader #jason grace x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #todoroki x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader

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crushmeeren · 1 month ago

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in which shouto is a twenty five year old virgin.

ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

“Do I just put it in?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching an eyebrow. “Well, I mean yes, technically. But Sho, don’t just shove it in.”

“Oh. Would that hurt?”

“Yes baby, it would definitely hurt. Even if you didn’t have me so turned on.”

Shouto blushes, inching further on his knees between the cradle of your thighs. He takes hold of the base of his cock, stroking once as the tip nudges your pussy. “Like this? Ah,” His breath hitches as the head eases inside.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” you breathe, falling to the bed.

Shouto spreads your thighs wider, rocking with shallow thrusts, cock stretching you slowly. “Fuck,” he moans, voice pitching higher at the end. Close to a whine but not quite. “I didn’t realize your pussy would feel so good.” His hips press tight to your ass as he grinds in small circles. Blunt nails dig harshly into your skin.

“Right,” you say with a breathless laugh. You yelp when he grinds harder, fisting the sheets. “Sex feels amazing. You surprised me, though. Your dick feels bigger than I imagined.”

Shouto’s cock throbs and he squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a cloud of steam. “Please don’t talk like that. I’d rather not embarrass myself this fast.”

You giggle, tugging lightly at his hands, guiding them to the backs of your knees. “That’s okay, Sho. I’ll practice with you anytime you want,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

He laughs. “Even if this is over in two minutes?”

“Promise,” you agree. “Now c’mon my love, fold me like a pretzel. Put that hero strength to use and fuck me.”

Frost creeps up the side of your knee when Shouto draws his hips back halfway, thrusting in smoothly. You moan together.

Shouto’s biceps flex as he pins your knees to your ears.

He lasts for three minutes thank you very much.

heavily influenced by my bestie @dollyfetti ‘s recent shouto post. can be found here.

master list

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto x you #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki shoto smut #shouto smut #mha smut #mha x reader smut #mha x reader #shouto x reader #shouto x you #todoroki x reader #mha todoroki #shouto todoroki #todoroki shoto

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misssmina · 1 year ago

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Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

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kurokawaia · 2 months ago

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BABY, YOU UP? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Aizawa

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k

⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂‍↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten

DABI

This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep—sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.

You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."

He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."

Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"

His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."

He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."

All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt.

A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.

Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."

"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.

Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.

"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.

"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."

BAKUGOU

Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.

You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.

He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s-" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "-3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."

Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."

His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.

You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."

If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.

Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good.

Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed.

SHOTO

If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.

"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"

His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek. "You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.

His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts- mission? what mission?-he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...

"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."

Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.

You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...

But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you.

AIZAWA

With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.

You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).

A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.

"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.

A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."

He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard.

A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock. "Fine. But I'm using you. You started this- so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."

"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats.

Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."

"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.

Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.

The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.

The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him.

Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy.

Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.

Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.

"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."

You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."

You nod, doing what he says.

"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.

"Yeah!"

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honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear

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