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First of all, mood:

I HAVE BEEN FED. I expected a snack and you came at me with a whole bufffeettttt!!!

This was more than I could ever dream of. I can’t believe that I was your first request, I feel honoured! You took my dirty idea and turned it into a panty-soaking masterpiece. It’s 2:30am and I have to go shower and get on my knees to pray to the old gods and the new. I have absolutely no regrets. This was phenomenal. Thank you you wonderful human being❤️❤️❤️ @marilla-eldriana

A Taste of Punishment (Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader)

Word Count: 4.3k. (I got JUST A BIT into this.)

Requested By: @deliciouspizzaalmondpasta. This was such a Big Brain Lewd idea, and I hope you like this!

Warnings: noncon, cuckolding, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, yandere

Note: @redbeanteax​, thank you for thirsting with me over this idea!  And @dee-madwriter, thank you for looking over this and giving me some really good advice!

Tag: @monst, @dee-madwriter, @animewh0re, @thewheezingwyvern, @legend-of-frost, @mothwithteeth, @mhafanfics19, @lildreamer93, @yaoyorozuwrites, @dumbass-shouyou, @kittygonyan​

You thought you were rescued, you really did. After months of being held captive by the sadistic League of Villains member, Dabi, you thought this hell was finally over.  

You had been working as a bartender, at a bar that wasn’t in the greatest part of town but not the worst either.  The area was something you could tolerate because you made decent enough money from tips you earned from lonely, horny men.  That’s where you met him.  

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control

“Do you love me?”

“Only when my control slips.”

Pairing: Shouto X Reader. Slight Bakugou X Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: This is my first fanfic. I want to dedicate this for @burnedbyshoto​. I’ve been such a huge fan of yours. After reading your heart-wrenching angst I wanted to try my hand at writing a Shouto angst. I left it open in case I wanted to pick it back up. I hope you enjoy and thank you for your work and inspiration!

Word count: 3201

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She meets him one rainy afternoon, he was soaking wet and in torn clothes.

“Your hair is funny.”

“Y/N, be nice – “

“But it is.”

“This is Shouto, he will be staying here.”

“Hi Shouto, I’m Y/N!”

-

“Which one?” You ask insistently, holding up two dresses as he stands dutifully by your bedroom door.

“Princess, they’re both red.”

“Red? Shouto, this one is obviously vermilion and this one is scarlet.”

You flop back on your bed with a heaved sigh, both dresses dropped to the floor while you threw an arm over your face.

“I still don’t know why father insists on a ball in the middle of summer. There will be so many people, these gowns, my pantyhose, my corset… it’s going to be too hot.”

Shouto left his post, picking up the dresses and placing them on your bed, laying them out neatly.

“This isn’t just a ball, it’s your eighteenth Nameday.”

Yes. Your eighteenth Nameday. That’s all your parents have been talking about two whole moons.

You get up with a sigh and walk over to the dresses he placed gently on the bed, holding them closer to his face.

“Well?”

“Don’t you have female maids that can help you with this?”

Your breath hitched as his blue and grey eyes stare into you. Your eyes rake over his face, his perfect nose, his cupid bow on top of his lips, his high cheekbones and his feathery soft hair. The beautiful shade of white and red.

Not just red, more like-

“Shouto, why would I ever need them,” your left hand drops the vermilion dress onto the floor as you hug the scarlet one to your chest, and you beam up to him with a huge smile,

“When I have you.”

-

“Ow,” you cry as you clutch your knee tighter, tears streaming down your face. At eight years old, the tears just won’t stop. You felt gentle hands removing your own from your knee. You look up to see Shouto just as hurt as you,

“I told you not to jump.”

The tears are streaming faster.

“But you were there...”

Tiny hands brushed your tears away,

“Don’t worry Princess, I’ll always catch you.”

-

“He’s with her again.” Long fingers grip a glass of wine as cold eyes observe you and Shouto strolling through the gardens.

“Darling, he’s just a servant boy, he means no harm.”

You trip, and hands come up and grip around your shoulders, steadying you.

Hands clench the glass harder,

“I held my tongue when you brought back a filthy child into our home and have doted on him like the son you never had, but this is your daughter. Our only child. You need to have a little more concern about the company she keeps!”

“He’s a servant boy.” A commanding tone resonates through the room. Cold eyes shift out the window again.

You take a flower and bring it to your nose, inhaling the scent. A mischievous giggle escapes you as you tuck it behind Shouto’s ear. Your turn your attention back to the rose bushes, oblivious to the softening gaze.

“Yes, my King. Just a servant boy.”

The glass cracks.

-

“His name is Deku.”

“He is sooo cute.”

You barely make it in time to pull back your hands as teeth come out to nip you. You hear an exasperated sigh, too mature for a ten year old boy.

“Princess, you have to let him smell you first.”

A comforting hand guides yours to the horse’s nose. You wait with baited breath, then a hesitant lick.

“He likes you.”

-

“I want to die,” You moan, dropping your head onto the table and kicking off your shoes. “I swear whoever invented these shoes hate feet and want to see them suffer.”

“Surely you’re jesting milady, I know the princess is stronger than this.”

You glare at your most trusted maid(friend) across the room, standing unbothered with her feet in the same uncomfortable shoes. Uraraka Ochako, the daughter of one of your father’s closest friends.

“I swear to god Ochako, have you lost all feeling in your feet? And stop bouncing around, it’s making my feet hurt.”

“But it’s your eighteenth Nameday your highness. I’m just so excited, I overheard my father talking and people are coming from all over for the ball.”

“And your excitement has nothing to do with a certain Duke with green hair.”

Pink cheeks turn red.

Panicked to change the topic, Ochako prods eagerly, “Aren’t you the least bit excited?!”

You glare, and your friend tries not to grin too wide, “This ball is the only thing my parents have been talking about for three whole moons now resulting in double the amount of politics, etiquette and dancing lessons, sorry if that takes away from my excitement.”

A moment of silence, and then you sigh, burrowing your face into your arms, “I’m sorry Ochako, I’m just a little overworked and stressed.” You hear the chair pull our across from you as your friend sat down.

“Shouto still hasn’t come back yet?”

A pause. Then a sniffle.

“He was supposed to be back two nights ago.”

“Your highness, I’m sure he’s fine. He’s just picking up some ingredients for the cooks, he takes that route all the time –“

You pull you head up quickly, and scowl, “Exactly! He takes that route all the time. So why would he be late now?”

With your wide eyes brimming with tears, Ochako feels uncomfortable, “I’m sorry Princess, I don’t know.”

You slide your shoes back on and stomp out of the room.

Pain be damned.

--

“And then she pulled the corset even tighter. I swear Shouto, she cracked a rib!”

The boy in question nodded as he continued to hoist the last of the firewood into the cart, sweat sticks his shirt to his back uncomfortably. He paused to wipe his face.

“It sounds to me like you and Lady Ochako are becoming fast friends.”

You stop swinging your feet from the edge of the cart and hop off. Your twelve year old self landing awkwardly,

“Did you not hear me? She cracked a rib. Besides, you’re my friend, I don’t need other friends.”

“Of course, Princess.”

Shouto let out a chuckle and reaches down to ruffle your hair. You swat his hands away and pout as he walks away to secure Deku to the cart.

The warmth of his hand lingers.

--

When you woke up this morning, you knew that there was something about today.

“Shouto!” His hands reach out to catch you just in time, to keep his balance from falling over. “What took so long?!”

A moment passes before he detaches you and holds you at arms-length. “Princess.” This, of course, was expected of him so you huff and cross your arms, “What took so long?!” you repeat.

“I’m sorry Princess, there was a hiccup that happened with the butcher. I didn’t anticipate for it to drag as long as it did.”

Your angry expression falters and you take a few seconds to look over him properly, scanning him for any injuries “Hiccup? You’re not hurt are you?” Concern evident in your voice.

“No need for concern, I’m not hurt.” Shouto confirms and gives a hint of a smile. A weight is lifted off your chest and you smile back.

“That’s a relief to hear, I’m glad… Wait, I’m still mad at you!” Your lips turn down into a pout, “You just about missed my Nameday!” You really were relieved though, the past three days had you stricken with worry. You hardly ate, barely slept and you were sure the bags under your eyes were evidence of that. A hand grabs your wrist and the warmth spreads, to your chest, banishing the exhaustion in your body and leaving it with a pleasant hum.

“Really? Correct me if I’m wrong your highness, but I made it in time.”

Click.

You look down and there is a thin gold chain, delicately clinging to your wrist.

“I know it’s not much. You have chests full of jewelry with gems and jewels. But the butcher’s wife was a goldsmith. That’s why it took a couple days longer, I offered to do some errands for them in exchange for this. I know you were probably worried but –“.

He was rambling.

“Shouto.”

“ – really wanted to surprise you. I honestly didn’t expect it to take as long as it did, but I had Deku come back as fast as he could. –“

“Shouto.” You place a finger a hair breadth’s away from his lips. Eyes welling with tears.

“Thank you. I love it.” Your arms wrap around him. Taking a deep breath to take in the scent that was just so Shouto.

I love him.

Strong arms wrap around you and you don’t know if you imagined a brush of lips against your hair. His response muttered atop your head.

“Happy Nameday Princess.”

-

When she was sixteen she dreamed of him almost every night.

Sometimes, it was the innocent kind of dream – hints of his hair and his smile. Leaving a warmth that spread to your chest.

Sometimes, it was not so innocent – bodies moving, lips touching, leaving you aching all over when you woke up.

One time you dreamed he was seducing you, hands frantically peeling at your clothes, whispers of naughty words in her ear and lustful eyes staring into yours.

“I want you, Y/N.”

You woke up to that one, trembling and wanting more.

--

You skip down the corridors, twirling about with your brand new bracelet glittering as the sun shone through the big windows.

“So, did Daddy say what this was about?”

Shouto walked briskly beside you, “No, your father told me to escort you to the main hall. He didn’t mention the details. Princess, you shouldn’t be walking backwards, you’ll hurt yourself.”

You both reach the massive doors that lead to the main hall, otherwise known as the throne room. Shouto heaves the door open and you enter the room, eyes still on Shouto.

“Well, I’m being summoned to the big chair room? This all seems a little dramatic. Maybe I’m in trouble.” You turn to tease Shouto. Your eyebrows furrow as you see him on one knee, head bowed towards the front. Your parents sit at the front, regal. Your mother’s face stern and her lips tilted in disappointment.

“Y/N.” You hear you Father’s king tone. You turn around, eyes closed and your years of etiquette class is evident in the graceful curtsy. “My King and Queen.”

“Your grace, I’ll excuse myself.” You hear Shouto speak behind you and hear the ruffling of his clothes as he makes the movement to get up and exit the throne room. You straighten up as well and turn towards Shouto. Cold eyes catch the flicker of a delicate gold bracelet on your wrist. Red lips turn down into a frown.

Just a servant boy.

“No need. You can stay Shouto.” Your mother’s voice is commanding as it echoes across the room. The man in question straightens up, bows and holds his arm across his chest. Eyes ahead, but slightly to the right.

What.

You finally look away from Shouto and towards your parents. That’s when you notice it. Notice him. Ashy hair. Vermilion eyes.

“Y/N. Your eighteenth Nameday is upon us. This is a significant milestone in your life.”

You felt his eyes staring unabashedly at you and your hands fidget nervously. You look to your mother’s hard stare. Then to your dad’s warm face. A daunting feeling washes over you,

“This is Bakugou Katsuki, he is asking for your hand in marriage.”

Suddenly the delicate bracelet on your wrist feels heavy.

Weighted.

You wonder if everyone else can hear the sound of your heart breaking, or if it was just you.

--

“Stand there. A little to the left.” You grab him by his shoulders. You hide a snicker as the boy in front of you wearing a flower crown is blushing. You let go and beam at him.

“Princess, I don’t know about this.” Shouto muttered as he looked at you. It was strange seeing you with the picnic blanket draped over your shoulders and your very own flower crown placed atop your head. His face heated even more.

“If someone catches us -”

“Your hands.”

“But – “

“Your hands. Please.” Shouto hesitant placed his hands in yours and looked into your eyes. Smiling.

“I, Y/N marry Shouto.” You feel the hands placed in yours squeeze. His smile less hesitant, more confident.

“I, Shouto marry Y/N.”

“Yay! Now let’s go play!”

--

At the ball that night, even you had to admit you looked beautiful. Your hair intricately done by Ochako. You apologized, you didn’t mean to snap at her and she hugged you.

You try to breathe and noticed that the corset on your dress was too tight. It was hard to breath. You felt trapped.

Might as well get used to it now.

Your eyes scan the room. So many people, dressed in the finest silks and embroidery. Your father and mother, dutifully greeting all their guests, an air of regality around them that you could never achieve. Eyes still scanning the room, you freeze.

Shouto was leaning against a pillar, observing everything. It was different not seeing him in his servant’s uniform of browns and leathers. A good different.

His face was passive.

“Hi Shouto, are you having fun?” you asked, walking slowly towards him, hands fidgeting.

“It’s certainly grand. I feel like I don’t belong here.” He mutters as he stares forward, eyes still not meeting yours.

You touch his arm softly, hesitantly. The gray and blue eyes that haunt your dreams look up into yours. They were wary. “This is way too over the top. I feel like I don’t belong here either. I can’t wait until this is over… my feet are killing me.” The eyes were a little less guarded and you felt a surge of warmth.

“Besides, Ochako pulled this corset way too tight. Did you remember when she cracked my ribs when we were kids.” You teased and bumped his arm with your shoulder. You feel giddy inside when you see a hint of his smile.

“Anyway, let’s get out of here –“

You felt something prickle against your neck, “Princess Y/N, may I have this dance?”

Vermilion Eyes.

The air around Shouto tenses beside you. Your pinky brushes against his, in hopes of comforting him.

A small smile graces your face as you curtsy and take Prince Bakugou’s hand.

His hand is hot.

--

“Hot!” You whine as you reach for the hot plate of cookies. Your small body not quite tall enough to reach the cookies and tea on the counter.

“Be careful your highness!” Shouto reprimanded you as he tried to look for burns. You quickly pull back your hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Y/N.” You’ve been trying to get your friend to call you by your name for an entire year already.

“Princess, your hands – “ He reached for your hands again.

You felt your temper boil over as you recoiled hard, “I said, call me –“ your back slammed into the cuplboards behind you, the teapot wobbled, tipping over.

“Y/N!!” You felt yourself being pushed onto your back. Your vision blurry as you tried to blink it away the stars. You look up, horrified. There was tea everywhere. 

He was clutching his left eye.

“SHOUTO!”

That was the only time you ever heard him say your name.

--

Being a princess, you have never want for anything. Anything you asked for you got. The world was at your fingertips and you were destined to marry a great prince and have beautiful children. That’s all anyone ever told you.

But there were things that you wanted.

You wanted a childhood where your parents didn’t spend as much time working. You wanted people not to tiptoe around you just because you were a princess. You wanted other kids to play with you because they wanted to, not because their parents told them to. You wanted adults to discipline you properly, not allow you to go about as you please in fear of upsetting you.

But as least you had Shouto. He was a solid fixture in your life ever since you were four years old. Who knew the boy your dad brought home would be the reason you woke up and dutifully completed your lessons, just so you can spend your free time with him.

Who knew that same boy was the reason you let yourself forget you were a princess.

Well, there was one benefit of your peers sucking up to you and the adults appeasing you.

You were allowed secrets.

One secret was that Shouto came by your room after everyone went to sleep and you two would lie on the floor and talk late into the night. This was your safe time, where there was no Princess and Servant, it was just Y/N and Shouto.

During this precious time, you two were untouchable. Just Y/N and Shouto. Shouto and Y/N.

“You’re getting married.”

He said it so casually, without any hint of malice, that it triggered something innate inside you. You stared at him.

“What do you mean? It’s not set in stone – “

“Princess.”

“Daddy just said he was asking for my hand. He’s not giving it to him. He’s a stranger…” You were rambling now, frantically trying to convince Shouto.

No. You were trying to convince yourself.

“Princess, stop.” He grabs your cheeks and you look at his face. The image blurring as your tears run down your face.

“You’re getting married.”

Tears were streaming uncontrollably now. Yes. You were getting married. You remember your Father and Mother’s proud faces as you danced with Prince Bakugou at the ball. You remember your mother hugging you tightly and whispering in your ear how beautiful the Prince’s kingdom was and how you were going to love it there.

But you love it here. You two were supposed to be untouchable here. The coldness of the bracelet against your wrist pulls you back to earth. It gives you strength

“Do you love me?” His eyes widen in shock and the warmth of his hands of your face gone as he recoils from your question. He averts his eyes, looking physically in pain. You grab his face and press your forehead against his.

“Do you love me?”

It was the last straw. You gasp as you felt something bite at your back – it was your shoes you took off earlier, thrown carelessly on the floor. Harsh breath fanned across your face. It didn’t take you long to realize that the blue and grey eyes were the ones you were dreaming about since you were sixteen.

“Only when my control slips.”

And his lips crash against yours.

[deliciouspizzaalmondpasta]

Please please PLEASE write a vamp!shiggy scenario!! I’m getting on my knees for you to give us something filthy and sexy, pleeaasseee LOV writing goddess pretty please!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

i was going to focus on my requests, i really was. and THEN i was going to stay to a similar train of thought to my mini-drabble, but,,, as per usual, my horney uwus got away from me and ran free. sorry about that. also, as per usual, tomura is lowkey yandere. again, i’m sorry

so yea i know i have other requests sent before this, but,,,,, vamp!shiggy is my KINK ok. as a writer its MY (w)RIGHT to do what makes my dicc hard!

(yandere?vampire!tomura) (f!reader) (NSFW) (2.9k) (AO3)

You were hopelessly lost, but going inside was still not your brightest idea. After all, horror movies tended to show such grand, majestic halls crumble under the weight of storms, like the one drowning you now for a reason. And as a rule of thumb, that reason could be summarized by ‘Do Not Enter: Danger Inside.’ But you were cold, your phone was dead, horror movies weren’t real, and there was a light on in the entryway. Taking your chances and questioning your luck, you went up to ring the doorbell.

All that came to greet you was silence.

Perhaps your first mistake was going camping in the forest out of the city in the first place, and perhaps your second was to hike out even when clouds filled the sky, but in your defense it was hardly the first time you’d done this, in fact it was a frequent passtime, and every other trip out had ended up just fine. You were familiar with these woods, familiar with the weather, and had never had reason to doubt in them; that’s what made the fact you were so hopelessly lost as to find an entire mansion in the woods that you had no knowledge of even more confusing.

If you could find this place there was no way you’d make it back to the campground, much less while weathering the storm which raged up above. Steeling yourself, you forwent the doorbell in favour of pounding on the door like the desperate, unfortunate soul you were.

“Excuse me, is anyone home? I noticed your light was on and was wondering if I could come use your phone, or maybe borrow a map?” You knocked again, louder in case you weren’t being heard over the thunder’s bellows. Just as your mouth parted to call out again, the door flew open in a gust of wind, gale nearly pushing you forward into the opened doors and causing you to trip, landing against a firm body which quickly let go of the door to steady your waist. The door shut behind you, and you tremble in the arms of a stranger.

God, this was so embarrassing. You barged into someone’s home, tripped onto them, and now just stood there, soaked from the storm. What are you even supposed to say in this situation? ‘Hello helpful stranger, nice home you got here? Love the gothic aesthetic, the whole ‘dark colours and crumbling marble’ thing you got going on. Do you have any tea or something so I can warm up?’ Fuck no, the situation was weird enough as it is! Biting your lip, you looked around to distract yourself.

Glancing across the foyer, you couldn’t help but notice how out of place you were. Hair plastered to your face and leading rivulets of rainfall to caress your face and down your neck, reaching the shirt which clung, soaked, to every curve and crevice of your chest and stomach. Even your pants and shoes were soaked, slowly forming a puddle on the grand tile flooring where you stood. Blushing, you quickly looked up into the eyes of the one who’d come to save you from the storm.

He was beautiful, but in the most confusing way. Pale skin covered in scars marring his otherwise almost delicate face, silver hair which seemed to glow blue in the candlelight - and why was this house lit by candles? It’s the 21st century, for crying out loud! Not that you mind the aesthetic - and fell in waves to frame his face and brush his broad, strong shoulders which tapered down into what you could feel against you to be a thin waist and surprisingly soft stomach. He was far from flawless, which only added to your interest.

Red eyes glowing bright as blood bore into your own, and you couldn’t help but question how such a colour was possible. Were they contacts, perhaps? There’s no way it could be natural. And there was something hypnotic about them, drawing you in, making you forget what you came here for and only wish you could stare into them forever, going deeper, discovering all the secrets lying in wait…

“I don’t suppose you’re going to say something, huh? I was busy before you came by and started being an annoyance, so at least a name would be nice,” despite his harsh words, his voice wasn’t as dark as you expected. If anything he sounded amused, almost fond. Which of course made no sense, since you’d never met, and clearly you were being an inconvenience by barging into his house like this, “I could always throw you back out in the storm, you know… I almost want to, just to hear you beg to be let back inside. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Letting out an undignified squeak of surprise, you quickly gave your name and apologized for causing an interruption, hoping his comment about throwing you out was simply a sign of a mean sense of humour. The red-eyed man smiled, carding fingers through your wet hair in what could be mistaken for an affectionate gesture. You shivered as his nails scratched against your scalp, almost making you relax against him even while you felt an urge to pull away.

Your name rolled off his tongue with ease, almost as if it was an already familiar shape in his mouth. But you’d only just met, so how could that be?

“You’re cute, so I suppose it’s alright if I have you stay a while.” He pulled back, clawlike grip still gentle as it trapped you in pace. “My name’s Tomura. I look forward to getting to know you.” Tomura’s grin was sharp, and there was something inhuman in the way it spread across his cheeks; you were too entranced to care.

“Tomura… I, thank you for-” You were interrupted by him walking back towards a hallway, dragging you along by the wrist and leaving you thoughtlessly tracing his footsteps. Before you knew it, you were in a change of scenery. It was an ornate room with cold stone floors and a grand yet threadbare bed with little reprieve from the chill from the stale air, shelves full of books and bottles and all manner of unusual - yet some uncannily familiar - trinkets and things, and no light to illuminate but the steady uncertain glow coming from a collection of screens on the other side of the room which appeared to be in some sort of pause-screen.

“You should- you should get changed, right? I can’t imagine those wet clothes are very comfortable.” And the way he looked at you wasn’t particularly comfortable either. Tomura’s voice was strained, and while you felt abnormally at ease for some strange reason, anxiety stabbed at your gut. But when you looked into his eyes, so bright and alluring, you couldn’t help but want to listen. After all, you did want to warm up, and the rub of wet cloth across your skin was undoubtedly annoying. Reluctantly, you nodded, quickly taking off your shoes before standing.

You moved to step back, asking if there was a bathroom for you to change, when he pulled you back against his chest. You froze as his cold form pressed up against your own.

“Shhhhh, let me help. You’re a guest, right? That means I get to take care of you.” Voice ragged and heavy with something you couldn’t quite understand, you froze as his hand reached under your shirt to pull it upwards. His trailing touch was like ice, and you wanted to flinch away, but his skin upon your back was just as harsh. Biting your lip, you tried to find it within yourself to push past the strange fog of curiosity and content that was swirling through your mind. Instead, you only let out a whimper and tilted your head back against his shoulder.

Tomura grinned, taking it as invitation to let his tongue roam your neck, the teasing graze of teeth quick to follow.

“You know, I’ve seen you before. Walking through the forest, acting all stupid and naive out there by yourself as if no one was watching…” his breath was chill on your neck, causing you to shiver from more than just his words, “so imagine how surprised I was to see you clawing at my door like a pathetic little wet cat begging to be let in. It’s almost like you wanted me to find you!”

Tomura pulled back, bringing your shirt over your head with the space reluctantly provided. The space gave you a moment to think, to wonder if you might be better off running back into the storm instead of in the arms of such a loose canon, but he pulled you closer while walking back towards the bed. The next you knew, you were shoved back to fall upon the aged cushion.

The chill air was electric between you, and as much as you were confused for the turn of events there was a large part of your mind preening unnaturally at the allure of Tomura’s lanky body hovering over you. When he smiled, teeth glinting sharp and bright in the low lighting, a thrill ran through your belly and progressively sank lower into your core. The way he stood so still, the sharpness inside his mouth, how his eyes glowed in the darkness, it all painted a picture of something dark and inhuman. Part of you still wanted to run, but Fuck, it was sexy.

“I don’t normally play with my food, but there’s something special about you. You don’t cower or fight back, not like those NPCs I usually deal with,” Tomura crawled over you, straddling your waist and mouth hovering above yours. There was burning in his eyes, a mix of desire and love-kissed, childlike curiosity, “and you’re a recurring character too! Playing your part of the perfect, sweet little innocent. Are you supposed to be the princess? It almost makes me want to steal you away and corrupt you.”

Tomura’s words were accentuated by fluttering kisses and roaming hands, one fondling the softness of your breasts, your stomach, while the other snaked towards your hips to pull pants down and out of the way. You only gasped in response to the unasked-for caresses, too caught up in the mounting desire and pleasant blank-mindedness it brought.

“Is that what you want? You want me to ruin you? Because I could… oh the things I could do to you!” Tomura giggled, the flash of his teeth again catching your eyes and you lay trapped beneath him, “I could kill you right here, and there’s nothing you could do to stop me.” This time his words were followed by a airy sigh, breath full of cruel elation.

“But I don’t want to kill you. No, that would be a waste, wouldn’t it? So I guess you’ll just have to wait for me to show you what’s gonna happen to you, aren’t you, pet? So soft and fragile, all at my mercy.” Lying still beneath him, frozen in some primal understanding your body knew but mind was lost on, your breath came quicker.

Fuck, this situation shouldn’t be so hot, should it? And yet heat continued to gather between your thighs, goosebumps growing on the skin exposed to the cold air and colder flesh of the man above you. When Tomura bends down to mouth at your neck, your arms weakly reached out to pull him closer, keeping him in place despite the danger.

It felt so good, so right; there was danger in each movement, you could feel death hovering over you, and yet there was nowhere you’d rather be in that moment than devoured by the red-eyed man holding your life in his hands. Rough lips dragging across sensitive flesh, tongue licking away the dampness of sweat and stormwater, keen teeth grazing skin which begged to be bitten, you were completely taken in by the feelings forced upon you. With each messy kiss gifted by his cruel mouth, a litany of moans left your own unbidden.

Soon his hands joined in exploring, groping everywhere he could find in earnest. Rough fondling of your breasts, claws dragging marks down your fluttering stomach, his lithe form parting your knees to settle between open thighs, his fingers dipping inside your folds to spread the wetness there with teasing movements, all of it was coming together alongside the lightheaded love-drunk pleasure started by his lips upon your neck.

When he moved up to meet you, finally placing his lips firmly on yours, you distantly noted the bitter kiss of blood on your tongue.

It was rough, desperate, starving; Tomura’s lips devoured yours in a frenzy which could only be sated by the eager moans of his name filling the space between your breath and his. Tongue exploring your mouth, he took until you had nothing left to give but pure surrender towards the pleasure he provided. Distantly, you could also feel the pain that came alongside it.

Tomura didn’t stop to breathe, only pulling away when you were on the verge of fading. As ragged breaths shook your chest, Tomura leaned back to take in the image of you beneath him. You couldn’t imagine what he was seeing, but the manic, gleeful look in his eyes, the wide smile across blood-stained teeth, made you flush and whimper and legs spread ever wider in need. Licking his lips, he eagerly freed his cock and crawled back down to place himself properly between your open legs.

“You’re so pretty like this. Open and powerless and all mine to use,” dick in hand, Tomura guided it to your soaked slit before teasingly dragging it along your folds to see you tremble and whine beneath him, “Yeah, mine. All mine.”

Tomura harshly pushed in with a groan, leaving you to cry out at the sudden fullness. Fuck! You could hardly think, struggling to focus as pleasure washed through a hazy pleasure-drunk mind.

“Tomura! Fuck, please, I-” Your voice broke into a moan as he thrust forward, lips going back to toy with your neck before trailing down to kiss and bite across your chest, your collarbone. His hands went back to fondling your breasts, inhuman moans leaving his lips as he reveled in the velvet heat around his cock, the plush softness within his hands, the addictive taste on his lips.

You could tell it was nearly too much, and he’d only just started; you were in no better shape, the pleasure building between your legs already reaching a height you’d never thought possible before Tomura had taken you into his arms and bed.

His hips thrusting hard enough to shake the bed, Tomura filled your body and mind, leaving nothing but need and pleasure and a foreign submissive devotion in his wake. You wanted to cum, you wanted to please him, you wanted him to want you and need you like you needed him- you needed him like you needed to breathe, like you needed to live, and yet all you could do is lie there and take what he forced upon you without even the energy to beg for more; fuck, you wanted more, you needed it, you needed him to fill you up completely, to mark you and own you like you belonged and all you could do was cry and bleed and moan his name and-

You came around him with a cry, drool running down your chin and eyes thick with tears as they rolled into your skull from the force of feelings washing over you and whiteness taking over your vision.

Tomura shuddered as you tightened around him, animalistic grunts and growls passing his blood-slicked lips, lovesick eyes glowing in the darkness. Fuck, he wanted to cum in you, to mark you inside and out until there was no denying his claim over you.

“Perfect, you’re being such a good little slut for me, princess. You feel so good, fuck, I’m gonna mark you up so you’re all mine, gonna use you until you can’t take any more and fall apart for me, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Break you and own you and, you’re mine, all mine-” His words bled together, too lost in the way your slack body was still so warm around him.

Tomura came with a yell, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises and cum filling your cunt until his dick grew soft and mind came down from his high of lust and obsession.

Pulling out with a sigh, Tomura grinned at the sight of you laid out and drained on the newly blood-soaked mattress; his cum was leaking from between your legs just as blood was slowly leaking from the healing puncture wounds on your neck, both so lovingly gifted from him to you. He truly didn’t plan to take you before this, but seeing such an intriguing little human come to his doorstep was too hard to resist, and now Tomura knew he made the right decision. You were something precious, and he wasn’t about to waste such a rare offering.

“So sweet… I think I’m going to keep you.” Tomura’s voice was bright with amusement, possessive affection breaking through in a mockery of care. Holding you close against him in the too-big bed made for none, the pale man lifted your chin to make lips meet. Too drunk on his taste and touch, you let him. You were afraid; you were at peace. It was intoxicating.

Lightheaded from the taste of blood on your tongue, you began to get lost in his arms.

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my kink is shiggy going absolutely feral and wrecking the pussy

 I am soooo sorry this took so long to respond to. I’ve been working nutty hours and it’s been busier than usual. I’m also sososo sorry the quality sucks. I wrote half of it tonight and I am crazy sick. I’ve got some sort of awful flu and I’m like coughing to the point where I can’t breathe and my mouth tastes like blood and my body feels like I was hit by a train. I hope you like it though :/ (BTW this ended up way longer and weirdly… sweeter than I originally intended? I hope it’s still okay though)

He’s sitting at the bar, and admittedly, he’s had a few more drinks than he usually has. Originally, he just wanted to take the edge off, but now he’s feeling a little bit loose. His inhibitions are definitely lower than they should be, so he’s maintaining his composure by trying to keep to himself. He very rarely allows himself to relax like this, but it’s been one hell of a week, and his pent-up rage and anger is threatening to boil over unless he lets himself decompress. It’s for his sake, and more importantly, for the sake of everyone around him, so he allows himself this one.

There’s only one little problem.

That problem is you.

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Who would win in a fight over you - Dabi or Tomura? And who would be better in bed?

Ooh! Ooh this is an interesting one!

Alright, so if Shigaraki and Dabi both catch feelings for you, you might as well put the High Noon soundtrack on repeat around the hideout because things are about to get a lot more hostile ‘round these parts. Much to everyone’s ire, they’re not exactly shy about this either. Those two don’t get along well on the best of days, so when they’re competing for something they both crave, things are going to get messy. 

But let’s start off slow, shall we?

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Jealousy Has Its Perks

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 10.4K holy shit im tired

[  ✘ (nsfw!), ☀︎ ]  sin with a cute ending

themes : jealous,dom!shouto, brat,sub!reader, friends with benefits, degradation, quirk use, edging, overstimulation, general bdsm things, & a sweet lil confession

bio : Even though you’re not his, Shouto can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you dancing on another man at the club.

author’s note : uhhhh can i get a hell yeahhHHH for jealous fwb trope? lmao my basic ass loves these. hope y’all do too <3

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—I desire and I crave; NSFW yandere dabi hcs | part ii (part i)

【tw: noncon; sadism/do-s; slight body horror/branding; your usual dabi foolishness again 】

it’s been over a few months since dark obsession has made its home in him when Dabi comes across a particularly unsettling tidbit concerning you. he hears about it by chance as he catches the tail end of one of takami’s conversations from the next room over, because word sure does seem to travel fast between pro heroes. something to the effect that you were “transferring to another agency somewhere in the hokkaido region because you needed a change of scenery” and how it was “so sudden and unexpected that it caught everyone by surprise.” huh, he gets it—you’re trying to run away from him, aren’t you. you think you’re going to skitter off somewhere that he can’t get ahold of you. well, you’re dead wrong if you think he’s going to let you just slip away after all the work he’s put in. it makes his blood simmer in his veins knowing that you have the nerve to reject him, especially when he’s constantly promised you all the pleasure you could ever want and more. you’re a damn ungrateful girl, but he’ll make sure to burn it in your empty, little head that you’ll never be able to leave him. once he’s no longer seeing red, Dabi checks the time on his phone—3:05pm right on the dot, perfect—and feels a sadistic smile pull at the corners of his lips as he ambles to his room to retrieve a long unused duffel bag.

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Birb day 🕊🐦🦃🐧🦢🦚🦜🦅🐔🐤🦉🐓🦆 Hawks fucked up. He promised you he was going to make it to your anniversary dinner. He was free that day too. But he left you dressed and stood up. But it was still your 3rd year anniversary. How did he make it up to you? Did he serenade you like a true song bird? Apologize with flowers and chocolates? Or did he take you on a magic carpet ride? Either way hawks better think of a way to remind you why you love him before it's too late and you decide to leave.

Birb Appreciation Day

A/N: You’re either gonna love me or hate for this with no in-between. Maybe it’s because I have such a hard time coming up with ways for one to make it up to their partner if they ever forget something as important as their anniversary. The third one at that.

Desert.

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The first time Hawks had forgotten your anniversary, all was forgiven. You were so kind and understanding of his overwhelming amount of work he knew you were a keeper. And after that day, he had made it his mission to be the best partner possible to you. There was a very persistent kind of fear that had taken residence in him - that if he ever lost you, he wouldn’t be able to convince you to come back, and that he would never find someone as wonderful as you ever again.

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You had hoped he would make it to your second one. His day seemed to be in favour of the two of you and nothing seemed to be keeping you from spending a lovely evening together. It was good thing, too, because you really needed some quality time together after the series of arguments that had occurred between the two of you. It truly was too bad that he had to ditch you in the middle of your date…and almost lose his life fighting a powerful gigantic villain.

There were many ups and downs to your relationship, but the fear and trauma you had experienced on that day was unmatchable. No one should have to spend their second anniversary praying their loved one lived. That night left a permanent scar that you doubted would ever go away. He promised to never worry you again, and things only started to look up after almost a year of the both of you working hard to make this relationship work.

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Your third anniversary feels like a gamble. But it doesn’t feel like the thrill you get from betting all your money in an attempt to climb to glory - instead it seeped into your entire being with cold harsh dread that whispered “it’s over”. Despite your desperate attempts to keep yourself calm and composed, deep down you knew. This was his last chance. If he showed up today, all the heartache, every pain, every tear, every prayer, everything, all of this- would be all worth it for this one single moment of happiness. 

Please, one happy night. That’s all I ask.

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Third time was the charm, or so they said. The day had been going well, just like last year. Keigo was free and had gone so far as to swear it to you - he was going to make this the first real, and best anniversary you could ever hope to have. 

You were so strong to not let your pesky inner voice convince you that this was going to fail, that on this day you were going to lose everything and never regain your faith in happiness. And you were doing so well the pride in your heart lighting up your heart with the warm beam of hope. 

In fact, you grew so excited that you had started getting ready 3 hours in advance. You put thought into every single detail of your appearance, of decorating his gift, of making sure everything was ready. 

It was to distract yourself from the dreaded feeling he wasn’t going to make it.

No. That is not true.

You would not let it win. You have remained in high spirits the entire day. Like hell you would start getting all mopey and worried now. This was the night when everything would change and mark a new beginning.

However, one little thing… There is a fine line between optimism and delusion.

The first hour of waiting didn’t affect you. Even if he was late, it didn’t matter too much. Sure, you would have loved it if he made it right on time but what was at stake here depended on whether or not he would show up at all. 

The second hour bore the absolute contrast. You were hit hard and fast. Could it be? Were you actually bottling up your feelings all this time? Was your desperate attempt to remain hopeful going to turn out to be the thing that would imminently crush you in the end? Amidst the sorrowful awakening of your tears, a blizzard of dread captured your throat in a choking grip as you slowly began to arrive at a dark abandoned destination…

You shouldn’t have lied to yourself. You should have voiced your concerns more openly. What did mental strength matter when you were on the verge of breaking anyway? What a sad pathetic attempt to play at a game that you should have abandoned a long time ago, instead of coming back over and over with the hope you were going to stop losing hearts.

Three hours. Tainted dress.

Four hours. Hollow face.

Five hours. Loss of feeling.

Six hours. Speed.

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Fastest man alive, his ass. He was fucking 2 hours late because of yet another massive villain attack. 

He could still make it, he knew that. And yet, he insisted that what had happened was unforgivable. He always set too high expectations, he always put too much pressure on himself, he always wanted to do more, be better, be faster, be perfect, be light itself-

Not intending to waste a single second, he set out to prepare you a wonderful gift in compensation. He was going to make it up to you no matter what. His mind sent into overdrive, he kept thinking of more and more ideas fully prepared to make all of them a reality at his trademark top speed. He didn’t bother looking at the time - he knew he could pull this off quickly.

Hell, there was a whole list in his head. 

Serenade. He knew a little guitar. And so when he flew in and out of the music shop at the speed of light itself, there was no doubt in his mind you would love to see him be a complete dork. On his way to the next shop, he had already come up with a song.

Not one but two bouquets of flowers. Yes! The more merrier, right? No, wait, scratch that. 100 roses, yes. That’s it! Man, he was a genius! He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he surprised you with all of this. He was going to go extra hard and make it all worth it, and if he felt that was more his tendency to get greedy and be over the top, he completely ignored it. This was for you, this was all for you. And you were going to love it.

He bought your favourite chocolate from that one brand you knew you loved so much. He allowed himself a little extra time to have it wrapped up, and promised himself he would compensate for the time lost to do that. He just didn’t feel good about gifting you with a box of chocolates just like that, you know?

The shops had so much to offer that he wanted it all. All his gifts were being carried by his remaining feathers and his perfectionist self relished in it. He was even going to make them into an even number. No, wait! Each number was going to mean something! One was for you - you were the one for him, and no one else would ever take your place. Two could be for your two beautiful eyes…

Hawks wasn’t the kind of guy to read poetry in his spare time, but he couldn’t help think of a beautiful poem you had once showed him - the stanzas were even ordered in such a way that the overall structure resembled that of a bird in flight. It really was the poem that described your relationship perfectly. It told the tale of both the purity and sin love bore. But it had an open end that foreshadowed the hope that one can achieve the ideal of love and conquer the temptations. And Hawks was going to be that man. He was going to reach something no other could. Because he knew he could do it. Life was too short to not dream, to not strive for goals beyond you. If it hid happiness beyond that point, there was nothing to lose.

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He didn’t stop to even think the gifts might have been too much. No, he needed to rush in and surprise you and make everything right, no not just right - it was going to be perfect. 

However, he didn’t expect the place you had rented was already closed. This was bad…he honestly thought he would make it before time ran out for sure. It was a good thing he had trained all his life to suppress the feelings of fear and dread. He knew you were probably very upset, but you had to have gone home. He could still make it.

But there was no time to waste. 

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The door was unlocked. Wonderful! That meant you were still at home and probably not asleep. That was so fortunate! He didn’t have to call you and wake you up to open the door for him, in case you were asleep. Usually, he would have snuck by the window, but all of them were closed. You usually tried to leave at least one open so he could both sneak in and not make the rooms too cold, but he more than forgave you for it. You probably forgot because of how upset you were.

Despite trying so hard to ignore all his anxiety, his heart still tied in a knot. 

It didn’t change the reality of it. He had screwed up like no other. Now was the time to make it right. He had to. No matter what.

Please, one happy night. That’s all I ask.

Taking a deep breath to calm his desperately racing nerves, with his gifts ordered in a big friendly row that he organised it in thanks to his feathers, he opened the door to the happy place you called home.

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And found it empty. 

Lights? Out.Devices? Off.

Shoes? Gone.Clothes? Gone.Pictures? In the trash.Souvenirs? Also in the trash.The small gifts he bought you? Trash again.

This wasn’t your home. This was an empty space. A desert landscape with eternal night and the only sound that of a sorrowful song.

Phone? Left on the nightstand. Was he going to find a message you had at least left for him there? There wasn’t a note anywhere in any room, there was nothing. 

With trembling hand, he unlocked it. And found no such thing. 

The only thing left in this entire space of newly born hopelessness was the still illuminating home screen of your phone. It showed a picture of the two of you in the park, basked in sunlight. 

On that special day, with the small light of the electronic device cast upon him in a blinding realisation, Keigo froze. And didn’t bother to move. 

Nor did he try to chase after you. His overwhelming desire to fix this was what brought this on in the first place. Time had been up for a long time.

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Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Word Count: 8.5k

Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere.  This is seriously dark, so beware.

Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

Tag: @monst, @secondhand-trash, @animewh0re, @thewheezingwyvern, @legend-of-frost, @mothwithteeth​, @mhafanfics19​, @kazooli​, @lildreamer93​, @yaoyorozuwrites​, @dee-madwriter​

There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today.  It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards.  She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.  

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager.  Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling.  You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them.  You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

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I have no requested from someone in such a long time, but id love to know your thoughts on yandere mirio, nsfw included if you so wish, thankyou for the good food ❤❤❤❤

omg it’s my pleasure dude let’s jump into it!!!! i’ve never written yandere before, so i hope i do it some justice.

warning: female reader, yandere stuff and all that entails. smut and dubcon.

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Celebrate.

Shigaraki x f!Reader; NSFW.

Tomura had no idea what you were planning for Christmas. The day drew ever nearer, and you spent an abnormal amount of time worrying about overstepping boundaries or being an annoyance with your ideas. It’s not like you were officially dating – although with Tomura, you were sure that there would never be a talk about this. The strange state of your relationship clashed with your desire to celebrate with him. It took one casual comment from Kurogiri about Tomura’s tradition to spend his time drinking at the bar to convince you to at least try.

True to Kurogiri’s word, you found him at the bar, hunched over a half-empty tumbler of whiskey and an equally drained bottle beside it. The monitor behind him was switched off. Was he really sitting here by himself, without even his mentor to keep him company?

Upon seeing you at the door, Tomura’s muted expression morphed into standoffish distrust. He couldn’t fool you, though. You caught on to the way his posture straightened, the way he leaned ever so slightly towards you, and the sudden fire in his eyes.

“You don’t look very festive,” you lightheartedly said in greeting, carefully holding a mug in one hand and a wrapped box in another as you walked over to him. “At least wear a santa hat if you’re going to down an entire bottle of whiskey by yourself.”

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Headcanon for Shouto where his s/o wants to take a break? I'm in the mood for some angst lmaoo. Love your blog🥰

saw this and knew i had to do it right away i need some angst too sjfjsjdk

ALSO thank you so much that means a lot :’)

you never thought that the day would come, but you decided that you needed to take a break from your relationship with shoto todoroki

it’s been quite the year for you; training your quirk has been extremely difficult as it is very powerful but developed much later than your classmates

between your quirk and your studies, you’re finding that it’s been nearly impossible to deal with this stress AND date someone on top of it

wanting to end things on a good note, you asked shoto to meet you in your room after classes

you had a box of his things prepared- clothing he leant you after finding out you loved to wear it and little knickknacks of his you’ve accumulated

when he let himself in the room, expecting to come in to the sight of you wanting to cuddle, he was frozen when he saw you standing with the box, tears running down your face

“shoto, i need to talk to y-“ when he noticed that those things in the box were his things, he put two and two together and refused to let you finish your sentence

he immediately rushed over, taking the box and setting it on the floor. his hands flew to your face, cupping your cheeks with maybe a little too much force

“please.” the only word that would come out as his heard pounded against his ribcage.

when you tried to speak again, more tears flowing down your face at his words, he moved one hand to cover your mouth.

“don’t do this. please.”

“tell me what i did, please, baby. baby? how can i fix this?”

he was shaking his head, his entire body shaking along.

you eventually were able to explain your predicament, how it wasn’t that you didn’t love him, it was because you just needed time to breathe in this hard moment

shoto didn’t understand the concept of a break

“i don’t want a break. i’m sure about you, [y/n]. i love you, have i ever told you that? i’ve told you that, right?”

when his pleading didn’t seem to come across, he grew more desperate. he knew that if he lost you, he’d lose a piece of him. a piece that didn’t exist before you came along.

he didn’t want to go back into the dark abyss that was his mind before you came along and lit a match for him.

you grew silent, sobbing and holding onto his wrists, his hands now completely soaked from your tears

out of character for him, shoto was at the point where he had his own tears spilling down his face

“keep me. please. don’t leave me.”

silence.

“i need you.”

silence.

“i need you. i need you. please.”

when nothing more would come from your lips, shoto’s hands fell in defeat.

with a slouch in his shoulders that you haven’t seen since before the relationship, he turned away and picked up his box of belongings, heading to the door.

on the way out, he reached into the box and grabbed a small turtle figurine- one he had won for you at a small carnival a few months back. one of the best nights of your relationship.

one of the best moments of his life.

he set the trinket on the corner of your desk, running a finger across it’s scaled back affectionately

now at the door, he turned his head. not to look, but so you could hear his last words.

“you are always going to be my sunshine. my heart will always be waiting for you.”

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kinktober day twelve: mind control and choking with Shinsou

a/n: warning on this one- dirty, kind of degrading sex. very rough. enjoy!

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reckless behavior || bakugou x reader (SMUT)

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// request: Hey uhm I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR BLOG????  Can I get uhhhhh smut..? Jk jk… unless..?  OKAY BUT CAN I  P L E A S E  HAVE THE READER CALLING BAKUGOU DADDY DURING THE NASTY AND HOW IT AFFTECTS HIM THANKS I LOVE YOU 😩😩😩😩😩 

request: can you make a smut where bakugou fucks you with a toothbrush (jkjkjk) but actually can you make like the smuttiest shit you’ve ever written about bakugou   

THANK YOU all for the kind words! the toothbrush comment actually had me spitting my drink but i am going to take out part of that request (I think it was about fighting/hate fucking) and i’m sorry if that kills it for the requester!! come back and request a nasty hate fuck and i’ll piece that up for you <3 ANYWAY, enjoy! under the cut bc nsfw 

**aged up**// 

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Tamaki Amajiki x F!GirlfriendReader - Tamaki working out and getting a late night visitor.

Rated: NSFW

Warning: Mild dirty talk, public sex, cock riding, sex after workout. (I’m an embarrassing beginner at writing smut so…the cringe!)

Not in the Gym

Tamaki Amajiki was one of the Big Three at U.A.

Studious, punctual and with a mastery over his quirk that was on par with a pro’s.

Tamaki Amajiki was one of the Big Three and yet he was also the possibly shiest individual at U.A. trying to back out of interviews and press conferences that made him stand out too much as much as his work - or Fatgum - allowed.

That was more of his mentor’s thing, Fatgum had always handled the publicity and interviews and questions, even Kirishima from time to time, but Tamaki simply couldn’t.

Nevertheless, the possibly shiest individual at U.A. also had a girlfriend.

That had come as a shock to his peers and the younger students. To Mirio and Nejire, it had only been a matter of time. They’d had known for a while the shift in atmosphere between the two of them, whenever his adorable girlfriend would walk next to him and offer silent support during one of Tamaki’s staring contests with the wall around crowds.

During or after lengthy, taxing battles. She was there, ready to lend support, to help and protect him.

Lately, villains had started biding their time, their appearances rarer and rarer except for the small fry that tried to survive still scuffling through the streets. Still, schoolwork increased and Tamaki didn’t have as much time to commit to training.

Despite his shy demeanor and general usage of his quirk, there was an astounding amount of people that thought him to be weak.

No, not in quirk.

In physical strength.

While his quirk didn’t rely as much on strength like Mirio’s for prolonged fights or agility like Nejire’s, Tamaki still had to train.

It was a thing he’d picked up from Eraser, someone who possesses a quirk with too many cons, should have a trick up his sleeve.

Tamaki’s was weekly visits to the gym.

At night.

He was thankful he could use the U.A. gym when either all the students were in their dorms or already asleep, principal Nezu had been understanding enough to offer him a special permit and Tamaki had sent a gift basket in gratitude, too shy to actually confront the small rodent principal himself despite his size.

The weights seemed heavier than they used to the last time he was here, which had been…a while.

It didn’t help that his hero agency largely consisted of individuals who loved to consume as much food as possible, it also didn’t help he needed to eat large quantities of food himself to utilize his quirk effectively.

It also didn’t help his girlfriend being a food lover too, cooking any time she had the chance or buying sweets at a candy shop. Tamaki loved her sweet tooth, while it wasn’t quite practical for his quirk, he enjoyed to indulge from time to time.

The question his girlfriend mostly asked was ’Can your arms turn into lollipops? Or your hair?’

Nejire, his far too curious and open-minded friend, had directed the innocent questions into dangerous territory.

’Huh? His arms? Don’t you wanna know if he can turn other body parts into a lollipop-’ thankfully, Mirio had mercifully dragged the babbling girl away, just to save a very red faced Tamaki the humiliation.

Unfortunately, his girlfriend was perceptive and had figured out very quickly what Nejire had tried to insinuate.

The reaction had been as mortified as his own, if only because they were in public. He wasn’t quite sure what her reaction would’ve been in the privacy of their own home.

Tamaki tried to ignore the burning tips of his ears to the burning in his arms, trying to lift the heavy metal weights above his head.

He could just use his tentacles, but it wouldn’t be very effective, especially the small plate of takoyaki he’d ate for dinner. Not that that was the whole reason he was in here in the first place, he needed to build up strength in his own body, not his quirk.

Tamaki panted, gritting his teeth at the strain before he dropped the weights carefully to the mat and moving over to the next equipment, the running track.

Twenty minutes in and his legs were already burning, screaming to stop, but he stubbornly pushed forward, eyes fixated on a point in the wall.

He hadn’t even heard the double doors opening or closing.

He hadn’t heard the footsteps that slowly padded towards him.

But he did hear the soft voice calling out to him. “Tamaki~”

The clumsy jump and the higher pitched yelp he released echoed within the vacant room as he fell on his butt, hissing at the burning in his muscles “Ow!”

Tiredly, Tamaki glanced up at none other than his girlfriend, an apologetic expression on her face as she quickly kneeled next to him on the floor. “Oh my goodness, Tama, I-I’m so sorry!” her hands squeezed his arms and grabbed his face, thumbs rubbing his cheeks gently.

His cheeks burned, they were already red with extortion from training, but now a different kind of heat filled his cheeks at his girlfriend’s soft touch and nice smell he recognized was from her shampoo. She must’ve showered earlier.

“Y-You scared me, Y/N.” he breathed deeply, chest heaving before he shook his head and gently squeezed her hands on his face. “I-I’m fine.” she nodded, still with a apologetic look.

“I should’ve called earlier, I’m sorry. I got worried when you didn’t come home yet. Eraser said you’d be here.”

Of course, Eraserhead was still awake, that man loved sleep but he was on watch duty for the first years as much as he heard. Some outdoor scuffle or other between two students of class 1-A.

A brief glance at the clock told him it was late, eleven p.m.

He got off the floor with the help of the woman already dressed in her cute PJ’s. “I-I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I’d be late.”

It had been almost two years since them sharing living quarters together, it had been nerve wracking for the both of them, especially when they started sharing a single bed too.

That had only been a year ago, but it had surprised Tamaki how astonishingly easy it was to be beside her on the soft bed, talking to each-other until they were too tired to continue or cuddling each-other into sleep.

She shook her head, flashing a brilliant smile at him. “It’s alright.” she glanced at the sweater he’d shed while working out, becoming far too hot in it. “You did mention you’d work out with Mirio though.” She turned her head this way and that but failed to spy their other friend.

Tamaki rubbed the back of his neck, sitting down on a bench and gulping down a generous amount of water. “He…he couldn’t come, he had a mission with his agency, something about patrol duty.”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

Tamaki watched her from the corner of his eye, recognizing her fidgeting.

Nervousness.

“Is…is something wrong?” worry rooted itself deep in his heart and the hero in training waited with baited breath for his girlfriend’s answer.

She bit her lip, like she always did when she was worried but didn’t want to say it. “Y/N?”

At her boyfriend’s prompting, she finally relented. “Um…I was…I uh-” she rarely ever got tongue tied around him, only when people made crude jokes when they were both present, but her behavior now seemed odd.

Tamaki stood up on wobbly legs, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them gently, reassuringly. “You can tell me, you know. Just like you said I can tell you anything.”

At that, she seemed to relax, shoulders sagging in defeat, before her gaze met his. “I’m sorry I know you have to train and that ever since work with Fatgum increased and you guys have been on edge because of suspicious villain activity that you just couldn’t….really come home as often or have free time and I completely understand if you-” she continued on, lost in her speedy mess of words as she often did whenever she was nervous.

Tamaki adored that aspect of her, they were both shy people, him more so than her, but she was nervous in different ways that channeled his confidence to come out to reassure her.

He cut her off with a tight hug, chin resting on top of her head and arms holding gently onto her waist and upper back. “T-Tama?”

The woman in his arms relaxed into his hold, but he sensed the confusion rolling off her in waves. Tamaki sighed deeply, nuzzling his head against hers. “So that’s what you were worried about…” he mumbled into her hair, closing his eyes to inhale the mild shampoo. “I’m sorry for…for making you feel this way, Y/N. I-I should’ve paid more attention to you and-”

She suddenly broke free of his hug, hands splayed over his chest, a weak glare on her face. “No! No, no, no! I’m fine Tamaki, I just- ugh I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to make you feel guilty, I was just…” she sighed helplessly.

Tamaki shook his head, leaning forward to gently kiss her forehead. “Nonsense. I think I know what you wanted to say…trust me, I’ve been feeling the same. ” he awkwardly gazed off to the side. “Um…I was…I wanted to spend more time with you, but I-I also didn’t want to let Fatgum and Kirishima down and classes started p-piling up and…” he finally lifted his intense gaze back down to her and smiled wirly. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

His girlfriend sighed but smiled warmly, shaking her head. “I’m sorry too Tama.” she leaned forward and nuzzled her nose against his, making him smile at the cute gesture.

The couple stared at each-other for a while longer, until Tamaki’s eyes strayed to her lips. 

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A/N: Okay, wrote this on a crazy whim after seeing @monst 's Shinsou prompt! I apologize in advance, this is only my second smutty fic I ever wrote and I never wrote a BNHA fic so.. I hope it's still okay-ish! ^_^

WARNING: Cringe, brainwashing, dirty talk, virginity loss

A Loss of Control - Shinsou X Virgin!S/O

"Are you sure?" his look was only focused on her, his large hands cradling her shoulders gently.

Both of their hearts were in turmoil, hers more so than his. It was like a caged hummingbird, beating wildly as if it wanted to escape her ribcage.

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded, biting her bottom lip anxiously.

Shinsou's gaze briefly strayed to her lips before he shook his head and straightened. "You're...aware of the powers of my quirk, you know what I can do with it." her lips stretched into a smile and she nodded.

"O-Of course I do, Hitoshi but...that's why I trust you with this so much. You mastered your quirk so well and...w-well...because it's you." a fierce blush covered her cheeks and she hesitated to quite meet his eyes. "I-I trust you to take care of me!" she was embarrassed over her own outburst, but more so over what she wanted to happen should her boyfriend finally agree.

Shinsou was battling an internal war with himself. Should he do it? Should he try? It was dangerous, it could be dangerous. While she was right that he mastered his quirk perfectly, there were still things to consider.

What if she didn't like what he was doing and he missed her cues? What if he got focused on the things they would do that he completely disregarded her wishes and forced her?

'It's the perfect power for a villain to have.'

'Sounds criminal.'

Shinsou's hands clenched into fists and his jaw tightened in anger, until a warm hand gently snapped him out of his thoughts. His eyes shot back down to hers and they softened at the open admiration they held for him. "Toshi...I trust you." the redness on her cheeks spoke of her shyness but the determined look in her eyes was nothing but reassuring.

"How could she trust me so easily?" his own mind wondered, had wondered since the start of their relationship but then, he would remind himself how much he trusted her too. How much he loved her.

Locking away his insecurities to the back of his mind, the purple haired man nodded. "Just...tell me when you're ready." the air between them changed, charged with something that can only be described as tension.

No, not tension.

Anticipation.

Shinsou was perfectly still, waiting patiently but the subtle twitch of his hands and the slow turn of his thoughts into not so innocent territory made him acutely aware of every little thing his girlfriend did.

The biting of her plush lips, the shifting of her eyes, how she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

And finally, when she looked at him. "Toshi?" her voice was low, filled with an emotion he had heard before.

"Yes?"

"I-I'm ready." the blush on her cheeks spread all over her face and disappeared down her neck, concealed by the shirt she still wore.

Shinsou's breath hitched at the implications but he took a step forward to grasp at her shoulders again. "Are you sure, kitten?"

The sound of her nickname on his lips made her giggle and she leaned up on her tiptoes to nuzzle her nose with his, releasing a giggle when he returned the affection. "Always with you." the look she gave him ended him, the look of absolute love this woman held for him and the amount of trust she was willing to put into his hands.

Shinsou smiled, brushing back her hair behind her ear tenderly. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." His reassuring gaze told her everything she already knew and she smiled brilliantly.

"I know-" and then, she stilled abruptly.

She could feel the change the minute her boyfriend activated his quirk. Her mind seemed to stop and her body didn't respond to her anymore, it was like she was looking at Shinsou through someone else's eyes but at the same time, it were her own that looked into his. It was like an outer body experience. She was aware of everything but couldnt move.

Shinsou's gaze was trained on her carefully. He knew she wouldn't be able to do anything now, but he tried to carefully asses her mood.

She was nervous that much he could tell, even with the long talk they had before, about the do's and don'ts and everything in between. Still, she seemed....eager.

Shinsou cleared his throat, eyes roving down her body slowly.

He could feel the slightest change in her thoughts, a spark of embarrassment.

He smiled, heart pounding. "Come to me." there was a certain thrill he couldn't deny when his girlfriend obediently walked over to him until she was right in front of him.

Shinsou leaned down, now face to face and softly whispered. "Kiss me." this action, he knew, held no hesitation for her. Despite her reservations about the more intimate parts of their relationship they had yet to explore, she never failed to pepper him with kisses or hugs to show her affection.

The meeting of their lips was like an electric bolt, familiar but sizzling, charged and tingling. Shinsou took control and let his tongue swipe over her mouth, deepening their kiss by pushing the wet muscle into her mouth to wrestle with her own. He felt twitches in her mind, small bursts that said she was enjoying it.

She could feel everything, the soft texture of his lips on hers and his hot breath ghosting over her face, it made her far too hot. She was glad Hitoshi had his quirk activated, she knew she would've shied away too quickly despite wanting to continue.

He groaned at the taste of her, wrapping his arms around her, one cradling the back of her neck while the other encircled her waist tightly.

Shinsou felt himself slowly begin to harden, the fact he had his girlfriend solely under his control to do his bidding, knowing she also enjoyed herself, was a turn on he thought he would never have.

His stomach coiled in excitement by the next command already in mind. He slowly broke their kiss, strings of saliva separating them before he breathed out. "Go and lay down on the bed."

He watched her with a heated look, watched the way her hips swayed and her ass stick out when she started crawling on their bed. He bit his lips roughly.

"Calm down, you just began. Her comfort is your priority." He didn't have to remind himself of that, her comfort was always his priority but being patient was... hard.

He had to make sure she was comfortable, as soon as he sensed her changing her mind or a drastic shift in her mood, he would stop.

When she settled on the soft covers, Shinsou took a deep breath and wracked his brain to think of the next action.

He had shared his...fantasies with her before but this was the real thing. He did know she'd approved of most and being more hesitant of others, in her own way. The darkening of her expression, the subtle shifting of her thighs or the licking of her lips.

He shook his head and followed after her on the bed, undressing as he did. The shirt was off him in seconds, relieved that the stuffy heat was gone from his skin. He still kept his pants on, more for her sake than his, if the uncomfortable throb in his pants was any indication.

His steps were slow, stalking towards her like a predator and a smirk curled Shinsou's lips. "Touch me."

He knew he had to give exact commands, but he was curious where her hands would go first.

They touched his face and his expression softened when her fingers straced over his features, over his eyes, nose, cheeks and mouth. "Go...lower." he inhaled sharply through his teeth when her hands stroked down his chest, sliding over the firm pectorals and the muscles he'd kept building up since his high school days. Being a pro wasn't an easy job, being a pro stuck with a quirk like his needed more back-up than pure mental strength.

She couldn't deny she always appreciated his body even years ago when he hadn't built up all the physical strength yet, she always had liked him, despite his quirk and everything. Still, she couldn't deny that the deepest corners of her nervous trainwreck of a mind absolutely drooled over the sight of her boyfriend without a shirt.

Shinsou groaned when her hands slid down his arms, his stomach and his voice came out throaty when he spoke. "Stop." her hands stopped just before reaching his belt and he was glad they did. He was already straining against his pants.

He dove in for another deep kiss, her legs spreading invitingly for him as he settled between them carefully. He didn't remember giving her that order...

He growled low in his throat at the warmth her body exuded and the clashing of their tongues, so sweet and yet vicious. He slowed down, kissing her softly and slowly moving away from her lips down her jaw. He nipped and lightly sucked and the sudden, strong spike he felt with their connection made him intrigued.

So, she liked biting that much?

She felt every bite, every suck and every lick and she couldn't remember the last time she felt so hot and bothered. Maybe during summer when the heat was too much? But not even that could compare to the heat all around her body and warmth from her boyfriend, how she sensed the desperation and intent from him but also how he was holding himself back.

She wished she could move, to touch him, to reassure him. She knew she would be an awkward mess, and stutter and blush and only be more hesitant, but at least she would try to calm him down. Still, she needed to trust him to not doubt himself.

Shinsou smirked, hot tongue tracing a sinful path from her jaw down to her collarbone before his teeth lightly closed over her skin and sucked. The hitching of her breath and the loud moan was all he needed to let loose. His teeth nipped and bit at every available surface of her skin, smoothing over the bites with his tongue. He switched sides, intent on leaving as many marks as he could.

His gaze strayed every so often to her face, monitoring her expression carefully. She looked like she was enjoying herself, if the fierce cherry redness over her entire face was any pointer.

Shinsou smiled, his ministrations turning to light sucks and loving licks. He groaned when his length accidentally brushed against her thigh and rose his hips more to avoid the contact, or wanting to startle her or rile himself up too much.

He sensed an urgency within her, a certain impatient frustration that told him she wanted to do something.

His eyes raked over her body and he bit his lip. "Take off your shirt slowly."

Her hands obediently moved away from him to grab at the bottom of her own shirt, sitting up to lift it off her body. His eyes widened in surprise when her bra came into view.

It was a blood red bra adorned with a daring lace design and Shinsou felt his throat go dry and the tent in his pants only worsen.

When had his adorable girlfriend bought such underwear? He had no recollection of seeing it when doing the laundry.

A low groan sounded deep from the back of his throat and Shinsou leaned his forehead down to hers, eyes at half mast. "Damn it...you're really not making it easy for me huh..." Shinsou cupped her cheeks, running his thumb over her wet lips and whispered a single command under his breath. "Moan whenever you want."

When Shinsou's hands moved lower, his keen ears heard shallow breaths leave her mouth, along with small whimpers and strangled moans. He chuckled, hands sliding down over the material of her bra before he slowly unclapsed it.

His cheeks were already burning and he licked his lips at the sight of his girlfriend's breasts, nipples standing at attention and chest heaving with her labored breaths.

The pro hero wasted no time and teased a pebbled nipple, gently rolling it between his fingers, before his hot mouth enveloped one with his warm mouth.

His wet tongue traced random patterns over the skin and he could feel her body shake beneath his frame. The whimpers and strangled moans were music to his ears but there was something missing. "Don't hold in your moans."

And then, she cried out.

Her moans got louder, more needy and the high pitched moan she released when he teased both of her breasts was a harmonious melody to the hero's ears. "That's it..." he growled, his length throbbing incessantly in his pants and he allowed his hips to lightly rut against her supple thigh, just a little, just to relieve himself a bit.

He sensed no disgust or disapproval from her, rather there was a tingling sensation in their connection and Shinsou nearly choked when the slightest movement came from her hips, to lightly brush against his.

It was small, weak, but it had been there.

"S-Stop moving." Shinsou breathed heavily, the movement immediately stilled and Shinsou panted, groaning to keep himself in check.

He lifted his head to stare at his girlfriend's face, raising an eyebrow curiously. "I wonder how you managed to do that darling..."

She didnt respond but the blush on her cheeks was as red as ever.

The brainwasher smirked, sinking lower down her body, paying special attention to her stomach and hips. He placed soft kisses and rough sucks along the skin, and he knew there would be red marks everywhere.

He moved up and away from her, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath.

His girlfriend's eyes watched him like a hawk, her own pants filling the air.

Shinsou smiled. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Her face positively glowed and Shinsou felt intense embarrassment wash over her.

It looked like she fought against the invisible grip his quirk had on her, but her lips soon began forming words. "A-About you. I-I..I w-want...I want...you to-to touch me."

His length pulsed and he groaned, moving a hand down to roughly palm himself and relieve some tension. "Where?"

The flush spread down her neck. "M-My b-body..."

He leaned down, a devilish smirk stretching his lips. "Where exactly sweetheart?"

She panted, eyes staring into his. "M-My...down lower..."

Shinsou teasingly ran his hand along her hip, squeezing the flesh appreciatively. "Here?"

She swallowed. "L-Lower..."

His hand brushed down her hip and she squeaked when he palmed her thigh. "Here?" This game of theirs was beginning to make it hard to keep up, he could already feel the precum sliding down his length and soiling his pants.

"Patience, patience..." he reminded himself, chanting it like a mantra.

She looked so delectable, he wanted to devour her right then and there.

"Show me exactly where you want to be touched, kitten." his voice lowered an octave and a shiver wracked her body.

Hesitantly, one of her hands slid down the front of her body, finally settling over her weeping, clothed core through her pants.

Shinsou didnt think it was possible, but she grew even redder.

"What do you want me to do there kitten?" He licked his lips, his cock throbbing almost painfully.

She clenched her jaw but his quirk combated her instincts. "L-Lick...and...and with your fingers..."

Shinsou hummed, hands dancing around her hips. "Somethin' else besides my tongue and fingers?"

She choked, breath catching in her throat. " Your...your..." she tried slapping a hand over her mouth but the limb remained immobile, trembling but still on the bed.

"Hmm? Say it, kitten." Shinsou licked his lips, moving up to lick the shell of her ear teasingly.

Finally, she squeaked out an embarrassed: "Y-Your cock!"

The pro-hero chuckled in mirth, body heating up at the choice words leaving his normally polite girlfriend's mouth. "You know..." he hissed sharply when he touched his aching length through the material of his pants, panting into her ear. " It's hot when you talk dirty like that..."

"Do you want me to take off your panties?" his gaze met hers and she squaked in embarrassment, the sounds that left her lips made him smile.

"Yes!" her eager outburst amused him, amused that it took his quirk to make her say it out loud but flattered that those were her genuine feelings.

The calloused hands of her boyfriend slowly grabbed her pants, unbuttoning and sliding them down her legs.

"Damn..." Shinsou swore when he saw the sight of her drenched panties, the darkened area prominent against the pink color.

How would he ever be able to hold himself back after that cute and sexy sight?

The darkened eyes of her boyfriend shot up to her and his voice was a growl when he spoke his next command. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Her eyes widened in surprise when she found the insivible force no longer holding back her tongue, her mind was no longer blank and her fingers moved freely when she attempted moving her hand.

"H-Hitoshi-!" her cry of embarrassment was cut off by her boyfriend's warm palm gently resting on her flushed cheek, her arms automatically coming up to cover her naked breasts.

He smiled endearingly and she spluttered. "U-Use your quirk on me again!"

He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "I want your first time to be with a clear mind, kitten." he nuzzled into her neck, eliciting goosebumps all over her skin. "I'll make you feel good, promise."

She hid her face in her hands, far too shy to meet his eye. "T-Toshi I-I know I-I just-"

He carefully pried her hands away from her face, his gaze steadily onto hers. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're beautiful to me no matter what you're wearing." He grinned, a boyish grin that melted her insides pleasantly.

She stared at him for a moment longer, before her expression softened and the panic that was in her eyes was almost completely gone, now only replaced with love and a hint of nervousness. "T-Thank you..."

He smiled, rubbing his thumb over her cheek tenderly and kissing her mouth softly, grunting when she immediately responded.

He hissed when his aching cock brushed against her thigh and she shivered at the feel of the hardness against her skin.

He jumped when he felt his girlfriend's touch against his stomach, muscles clenching in shock and anticipation. Her hand was quivering on his naked skin. "T-Toshi...I-I..." he glanced at her with heavily lidded eyes. "I want to...touch you too."

He swore, if she bit her lip again, he would not be able to stop himself from ravaging her mouth. "A-Are you sure?"

He couldn't lie to himself, he would be a very happy man if she did touch him like she set her mind to but only if she truly wanted it. He would never force her.

She nodded, eyes nervous but twinkling with a certain hunger. "Yes."

With a hard swallow, he nodded and moved back on his haunches, giving her more room to maneuver in. She hesitantly moved her hand downward, slowly over the metal clasp of his belt. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a brief second, before she opened them again and her fingers worked to unbuckle it.

Shinsou watched her keenly like a hawk, eyes burning into her very soul. The quick work she made of his pants gave him only a bit of relief, the rough material sliding over his toned legs and off his feet, his socks following with them.

Hitoshi Shinsou wasn't always a very prideful person, he did know to be cocky on the battlefield, with assholes or some of his colleagues from work, but generally he was a man whose past was lined with insecurities and doubt.

But the hungry look his girlfriend shot his pelvis when she found the straining tent in his boxers made his blood rush even more south and he felt a burst of pride swell within his chest.

"Like what you see, kitten?" His fingers gently caressed her cheek and the heat emanating from them made him smile.

Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips and he bit his lip at the erotic sight.

"Toshi..." her hand slowly wandered down to his throbbing length over the soft material, squeezing very gently, carefully. "I-Is this o-okay? H-Hitoshi?!" Her voice rose in alarm at the sight of her boyfriend's eyes tightly squeezed shut, head thrown back and jaw straining.

His hands were twisting the bedsheets tightly and his chest heaved with strain. "I-I'm okay." he missed the loss of her hand's warmth, the cool air feeling almost painful. "P-Please..." his heated gaze met hers and she inhaled sharply, eyes zeroing in on his clothed penis.

Part 2 will follow (Tumblr won't let me upload the whole thing)