#f: todoroki

[orochiposting]

“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]

[shotorozu]

ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a “nice guy” instead? thank you <33

NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST

characters . . .

ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO

notes . . .

a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback 🧍‍♀️ (a lil sneak peek: it’s todobakudeku as ex husbands)

female! reader

MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks it’s going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humor— she’s actually going to throw up in her mouth… 🤢 though, she already clocked this guy’s tea iykwim… she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wanted— especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitch…

“she’s not gonna pick you… if you’re really that nice, you’d stop being so sad… 😹”

if the advancements didn’t stop, she’d basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested… even if it was laughable on her end.

“let’s go my scissor sister!!”

“girl??”

EIJIROU is an actual nice guy… he doesn’t need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips… he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a “nice guy” because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like… what if he’s the one that’s not nice for thinking this way? he’s literally gaslighting himself at this point 😭

but because EIJIROU’s so nice, he’d actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesn’t need to do all of this because you’re just not interested (oh, and y’all are dating!!)

“hey man… i’m telling you this because i thought you’d want to know, but she’s not interested. might never be, so like… quit it, dude.”

but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, that’s when he starts getting visibly angry… he’ll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and he’ll get in between y’all. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then he’d be right behind you with his arms crossed.

DENKI laughs because he thinks this isn’t a serious thing at all like… there’s no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead serious— and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.

similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him what’s up. except, he’d do it so casually, the guy would probably think he’s joking. now, DENKI’s scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though he’d never resort to such tactics!!)

he’ll try to joke that being a “nice guy” is out of style (except he’s not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, he’d just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.

“bro was gooning so hard 😭 that was not sigma 😹”

KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but it’s such an expected reaction— the nice guy doesn’t even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyed— pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you can’t deal with the problem, nor that it isn’t worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesn’t want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of y’all to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.

KATSUKI doesn’t even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and they’re ALONE?? he’s approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it known— but KATSUKI doesn’t care anymore.

“i was just being nice! can’t a guy be nice anymore??”

“oh so you wanna die—”

“sheesh, okay! fine! i’ll stop. the bitch doesn’t deserve it anyway…”

“… say what.”

KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)

“ngl i can’t believe he thought that’d work.”

“well he’s a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.”

SHOUTO is so confused, because he can’t understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he can’t understand lying about who you are to get something— especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. it’s one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but it’s another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.

SHOUTO looks puzzled— insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he could’ve been wrong too 😭

SHOUTO wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s trying to get in between of you. he’s literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be moved— even if the guy tried to push him aside (also… that’s certainly a choice..)

SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your height— even if he doesn’t need to. nice guy probably already knows that you’re not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.

“please get it right. she’s not short.” (he’d say, if you’re not)

“you’re quite wrong, she’s not that short.” (he’d say, if you are)

and he’d just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nope…)

“you didn’t have to annihilate him like that,” you’d tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, “i thought he was a nice guy”

“they finish last. at least, according to a saying.”

[ttoya]

Dabi/Todoroki Touya ✩ "Dabi's Dance"

Anime vs. Manga

[questioningmyexistence432]

'ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ.'

warnings - stalking

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he really didn’t know how you survived without him - he’d think to himself as he watched you fumble with your apartment door keys. watching you drop them to the floor and having to bend down, in that short skirt, to pick them back up. he watched - in a mix of fascination and slight annoyance. he always watched you with some sort of fascination - you were so…delicate and clumsy. how’d wonder how you got as far as you did without his surveillance. 

you hadn’t even questioned a thing - obviously not bothered by the constant pair of eyes on you. or, did you just not notice? that was even more concerning. it went from you just catching his eye to what it was now - him watching you from afar at every chance he got. tailing you as you go about your daily activities. it was a routine for both you and him. 

what really ticked him off? he’d been in your apartment countless times now. hell, he’d even placed a small camera on your bookshelf the last time he was there - with you sound asleep in your cosy-looking bed. he’d laid himself down on it a few times while you had been grocery shopping - taking in the comforting scent. even going so far as to bury his face in your pillow. 

he knew you would be his the first time he saw you. so what if he didn’t go about it conventionally. that didn’t matter to him and he would make sure it didn’t matter to you. it might be rough to start out but he knew you. knew more about you than anyone else did. he’d have you and you were going to be thrilled with that decision. 

so, as he continued to watch you. finally, you managed to open your apartment door. ‘now or never.’ - you’d be happy in your new home and you’d better be ecstatic at your new companion. after all, he went through so much to finally take you home - he expected some gratefulness from you.

[punkeropercyjackson]

He WOULD fucking do that but NOT with that fucking intention

[bleachbyatch-blog]

Do it like daddy

Summary: Shoto tries his best to help you finish. When Endeavor catches you two, he offers to help. (Takes place after graduation, so everyone is 18+)

CW: Explicit sexual content, Rough oral sex (f and m receiving), breeding kink, threesome, incestual themes? (Shoto and Endeavor don't do anything with each other, the focus is on you), Dubcon at one brief point

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

This is my first fic on tumblr, so if you're reading this, please be gentle!

“Let me try again, please.” Shoto asked you, his eyes so sweetly earnest.

“What now? Here?” You were finishing up your sidekick work at the Endeavor agency.

“Why not? It’s late, we’re probably the last two here.” You chewed on your lip, thinking about how badly you wanted a release, one that had evaded you for a long time. 

“I dunno, Sho. If we get caught-”

“We won’t get caught if you’re quiet.” He toyed with the hem of your costume’s skirt and brushed his cool fingertips over the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Ok, but don’t be upset if I can’t finish.” 

***

Endeavor’s flames burned lazily from where he sat at his desk, his whole body exhausted from another day of hero work. He scrubbed a hand over his face, and realized how badly he needed to shave. The rest of the paperwork could wait until morning, he decided. So, he gathered his stuff and began making his way out of the building. He was just about to leave when he swore he heard a tiny whimper from somewhere deeper in the building. 

“Dammit.” He headed in the direction of the noise to investigate. The building was usually empty by that time of night, but the soft sobs persisted, getting louder with every step he took. Endeavor rounded the corner to the sidekick’s office, when he stopped short in the shadows. His brain must have been short-circuiting (maybe the flames finally cooked it?) Spread out on the closest desk before him was you, one of his sidekicks. And down bobbing his head between your legs was his youngest son, Shoto. 

“Shoto, please..” You panted out, your muscles clenching, trying to help your orgasm along.

Endeavor couldn’t help himself, he palmed his suddenly agonizingly hard cock through his costume. He’d always had a soft spot for you and deep down he knew it was because he was attracted to you. He always loved how your soft and shy demeanor hid your immense raw power. He loved how you smiled at him even when he didn’t deserve it. He wanted you, and apparently his son wanted you in the exact same way. A sort of gross jealousy made his flames crackle a little, seeing his son have another opportunity that he himself would never get. 

“Shotoooooo.” You were practically wailing, your exposed breasts heaving with frustration. “Please, I’m close.” You were close to tears, feeling your orgasm build but never break was a special kind of torture that you could never get used to. Shoto worked his tongue eagerly over your softness, encouraged by your words. In his excitement, his rhythm faltered a little and you couldn’t help but groan in disappointment. 

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, hiding his face in your thigh. “I didn’t mean to.” He looked up at you self-consciously, his mouth and chin dripping with your wetness. That sight almost made up for the ruined orgasm. Almost.

“It’s not your fault.” You sighed. “It’s impossible.” You held your face in your hands, trying to hide just how upset you were from him.

“Hey,” he said, pulling your hands away to cradle your face to his chest. “I’ll go all night if I have to.” It was a promise, determination flashed brightly in his eyes.

“You want me to finish her off for you?” Endeavor’s deep voice startled the two of you from the shadows. “I don’t want you to be here all night.” You reached for your costume to cover yourself, but it must have fallen behind the desk. Endeavor finally emerged from the darkness. His eyes raked across your flesh and you burned. Burned with embarrassment of getting caught and the shame of liking it. 

“Dad!” Shoto cried out, wiping his face on his sleeve and stepping in to shield you. Shoto processed his father’s words for a moment before realizing what he actually said. “What the fuck? No, I don’t want you to finish her.” 

“But I could teach you how.” Endeavor offered, his words ringing filthily in everyone’s ears. Shoto froze in place and remained silent for a moment. He couldn’t possibly be thinking about it, could he? You thought, a wicked sort of anticipation coursing through you. Shoto finally glanced back at your trembling form, his eyes conflicted. 

“If you mean that, if you swear you can make her cum, then go ahead.” Shoto conceded, never taking his eyes off yours. 

“What?” You chime in dumbly. “What is happening?” 

Endeavor approached you where you were still perched on the desk. “Open your legs for me.” It was a command, but his voice was softer than normal, almost tender even. It made you want to obey. With a shaky breath, you parted your thighs, revealing the most intimate parts of yourself to the number 1 hero. To your lover’s father. 

“I’m glad to know you’re doing something right, Shoto.” Endeavor chuckled, running a long finger between the throbbing soaked mess of your folds. “Or are you just that desperate for it, (Y/N)?” You choked out a gasp as he brought his thumb down roughly on your sore clit. “Answer me when I speak to you.” He reached his other hand to grasp under your chin, his fingers prodding painfully at your jaw. 

“O-okay.” You were beyond nervous. You had always been intimidated by Shoto’s father, even after you joined his hero agency. And the prospect of him making you cum…had you in shambles. 

“Are you a desperate little slut?” Endeavor asked again. 

“Don’t call her names.” Shoto warned from his spot beside the desk. Endeavor slipped the tip of his finger up to probe at your entrance, swirling it around your hole.

“I can’t help it, listen to how needy she’s being.” 

“Mhmmm-” Was the best response you could give while your pussy was being teased so ruthlessly. Endeavor chuckled darkly at your red hot face before kneeling down between your legs. His tongue took up Shoto’s work lapping around your clit as he slid his finger in deeper between your wet walls. “Aaahh.” You cried out, pulling your heels up onto the desk to give Endeavor better access. 

“What a good girl.” Endeavor praised between slow passes at your trembling bud. “Have you ever had an orgasm before?” You shook your head, embarrassed. “If you want me to make you cum, say my name.” He took an absolutely sinful amount of pleasure tasting you, waiting to hear his name fall from your lips. 

“En-endeavor.” You squeaked out pitifully through your heaving breaths. 

“No.” He ripped his mouth away and retracted his finger leaving you untouched and aching. “My name. Enji.” He corrected sternly. You glanced over at Shoto, seeking permission for something that felt so impossibly filthy, you would be shocked if he granted it to you. “Don’t look at him. Right now, you’re mine.”

“Okay…Enji.” With a satisfied smirk, Endeavor continued his tantalizing treatment of your puffy pussy, building up that pressure in your core slowly. He added a second finger to better caress your insides, pushing up on your front wall until he’d pinpointed your softest, spongiest spot. “Oh god.” You felt an odd sensation, like you were going to come undone. Be unmade by his too-big fingers in your tight cunt. Melt beneath his fiery lips until you were reduced to a puddle wetting every surface of the desk. 

Your legs shook uncontrollably, Endeavor used his free hand to keep you in place. Your walls contracted around his fingers and he pushed back against them, targeting that precious spot until you were babbling his name frantically. White hot liquid splashed out around his fingers and coated his face and beard as your lungs let out one last cry, your very first orgasm wracking through your entire body. You fell back against the desk, seeing stars and trying to remember how to breathe. 

“(Y/N).” You felt the hair being brushed back from your damp forehead. “(Y/N) did you finish?” Shoto asked quietly. 

“Of course she did.” Endeavor said, tasting your remaining sweetness on his lips. “And she’s not done. Come here.” He motioned for Shoto to join him between your legs. Shoto hesitated for a moment before giving into his desire to make you cum no matter what. “Slip your index finger into her.” Shoto did, moaning at how soft and pliant his dad had made you. 

“Wait-” You choked out. “I’m still coming down.” 

Endeavor ignored you and added his own finger under Shoto’s and guided his son’s finger to your g-spot. “Do you feel that? How it feels different?” He coaxed Shoto’s fingers into a soft stroking motion, earning a loud moan from you. 

“Yes.” Shoto’s voice grew excited as he took over the motion on his own. 

“Now take your thumb and put it here.” Your clit pulsed painfully from the overstimulation. “Use gentle pressure when you’re rubbing it. She doesn’t need a lot to turn into a sloppy little mess.”

You looked up to both sets of eyes fixated on you, watching you writhe beneath their fingers. They could see everything from that angle, the way your greedy pussy sucked them in, the way your face would contort when you came a second time. 

“Sho…I can’t. Not again. Not like this.” You reached out to stop their hands.

“Do I need to hold you down?” Endeavor threatened with a sharp little smack to your thigh. 

“N-no, Enji.” Shoto’s finger halted inside you, unsure of what to do.

“Keep going Shoto, we’ll have her cumming in no time.” They resumed, but Endeavor switched up his rhythm to be opposite of Shoto’s, scissoring your little hole open as lewd squelching sounds filled the office. True to Endeavor’s words, after just a few moments you felt yourself on the edge of your second orgasm. You keened wildly and your vision blurred until your hole finished pulsing around their sopping fingers.     

“She didn’t squirt.” Shoto said, disappointment clear in his voice.

“That’ll take some practice.” His father chuckled before shucking off his hero costume, standing fully naked. 

“What are you doing?” Shoto asked warily.

“She’s not done until she cums on my cock.” 

“Absolutely not. You don’t get to fuck her.” The wetness on Shoto’s fingers frosted over as his quirk activated. 

“Do you want my cock, (Y/N)?” You looked down at his massive dick, its pulsing red tip leaking a long string of precum down to the floor. It terrified you, you had never taken anything so big…but the sight also made your cunt spasm with need.

“I’m sorry Sho.” You whined out. “I want it. Can I please?” Shoto averted his eyes, he didn’t think he could watch, but he wasn’t in the habit of denying you things you wanted. 

“Get it wet for me.” Endeavor guided you to your knees in front of him, his length bobbing in front of your face. You flicked your tongue curiously over the saltiness of his slit before suctioning the head between your lips. He threw his head back with a groan. You couldn’t fit much more of his length down your throat, so you settled from licking up the shaft, messily coating it in saliva. 

“Such a good girl.” Endeavor murmured before hauling you back up into your position on the desk. “Do you want it like this?” He slid his tip up to your entrance, pushing it past the first ring of muscle. “Or do you want me to flip you over and take you from behind?” 

“Ummm…” You hummed out dumbly. The sight of Endeavor’s cock penetrating you was making you lust drunk. 

“Guess it’s my choice.” He said gruffly before spinning you around and pressing your tits to the cool metal of the desk. Your pussy strained against his veiny shaft as he pressed deeper into you. It was heavy and hotter than you imagined, flames licked up your insides, opening the path for his cock. 

Shoto approached you from the other side of the desk despite his better judgment. His fist pumped his cock agitatedly. “Will you open?” He asks you shyly. You oblige him, feeling his veins slide onto your tongue. You give him a few exhausted bobs before he knots his hands in your hair and takes control, fucking your face harder than he ever had before. Not to be outdone, Endeavor continued to split you open, setting a pace that would surely bruise your insides. 

“Show me what a good girl you are and take it all, ok?” Endeavor grunted as he stuffed your pussy so full you were screaming around Shoto’s cock. Your poor little walls fluttered weakly against him, trying to push him out. 

“Ennnjiiii. Can’t.” Your words were so muffled he either couldn’t hear you or didn’t care. And just like that you were snapping once more, creaminess coating the base of Endeavor’s cock and dripping down to soil the discarded documents on the floor. 

“There you go.” Endeavor stroked your back as you cried through the final few waves of pleasure. “Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.” 

“The fuck you will.” Shoto growled, his thrusting was erratic as he hit the back of your throat wickedly. The head of his cock was nestled down to deposit his own semen deep into you. 

“Are you going to quit fucking her throat to stop me?” Endeavor’s pace turned animalistic, his hands crushing the delicate skin of your hips as he forced you back even farther until his cock was punching your cervix. All Shoto could do was groan in response as his dick twitched and released his load. His hot cum dripped down your sore throat as Endeavor pummeled you from behind once, twice, three times more and was spurting his fiery seed inside your womb.

You were burning at each end. They had used up all of you, you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. 

“Are you fucking breeding her?” Your lover’s angry voice brought you back down to reality and you realized his father hadn’t pulled out yet. 

“You relinquished this pretty pussy to me, I’ll do what I want with it.” Endeavor said finally, planting a messy kiss on the column of your spine.

[kelin-is-writing]

Yo… My man is truly majestic 🥰

[bibibbon]

"On a merit-demerit system, the focus will always be on demerits," says the hero who got promoted after killing a person, while thinking about their idol of an abuser who's allowed to roam free.

Yeah hawks this ain't a good look on you at all.

MHA chapter 429 just didn't even properly changed the system in any meaningful way. The rankings are still up and just include some other people who aren't in the profession of heroics even though realistically anyone and I mean anyone can be a hero like are doctors who save peoples lives not heroes??!?! It seems so lacking.

Also hawks doesn't change anything about how someone becomes a hero for example the UA entrance exams for kids who are like 14-15 is still open. Kids and I mean small easily impressionable and exploited children can become heroes and be manipulated into becoming child soldiers just like what happend with 1A and 1B.

The narrative also robs hawks of any flipping agency or autonomy when it comes to his relationship or situation surrounding enji todoroki. Look I get the whole an abused victim finding comfort in another abuser trope but give us some development please Horikoshi. I need to see hawks genuinely look at enji in disgust not believing that the person that indirectly helped him and the person he looked up to was just another version of his own father one that didn't care for his children and abused them. Hawks should honestly put enji in prison or make him have some LEGAL concequences for doing what he did because enji has various crimes that he committed and the fact that he goes away Scott free without suffering is insane (no him becoming disabled isn't him suffering for his crimes of abuse, quirk marriage and more). Honestly it's also annoying that enji was the one who took over most screentime for the todoroki family arc instead of the others, the much more important todorokis soif I could have it written I would have enji dead with a tarnished reputation that gets recognised after the war that he was a bad person and a bad hero.

When it comes to hawks I still stand by the fact that hawks relied on what the HPSC taught him to do so when he felt (keyword : felt) like he wouldn't be able to stop twice he chose to kill him as an easy way out. He literally says in the interview that he though it was necessary and that he didn't regret it (heck canon doesn't even make him look or think about it at all even with his little fight with toga which wasn't a fight all he says is that Jin was a nice guy) hawks should of received concequences for killing Jin whether that be by toga's hands or that be by the public.

Although my question is who actually controls the legal forces? Like MHA's Japan only form of government is the HPSC and if Past the first war they're dead then it's only the heroes who are controlling the legal system so yeah (corruption)

[iamknullu]

his fantasy!au design is something..

[77dekiru]

this is such an unbelievably underrated interaction… im so obsessed with how tomura looks here. also dear god the tension between them in this scene…

[sunflower-emoji]

Lending a Hand

Summary: Shoto is thoughtful and solution-oriented when it comes to your pleasure.

Tags: Shoto x f!reader, aged up characters, spanking/impact play, Daddy used as title, d/s dynamics

a/n: @bakubunny remember when i mentioned a dessert?

After so much time together, you were starting to pick up on when Shoto was up to something, but you still could never guess what he had in store for you.

That wouldn't be changing today as you knelt naked on the soft rug in the bedroom, holding your wrists behind your back as Shoto ran his hands down your shoulders and arms before reaching around to grasp your breasts.

"Gorgeous. My perfect girl." He continued with gentle touches and praise to walk you down into the familiar, fuzzy headspace.

Once he's satisfied with the state you're in, he crouches down in front of you, gazing steadily into your eyes as he cups your face in his hand. "I know you've been wanting things to be a little rougher lately," he begins and your eyebrows knit together. He had fucked you quite thoroughly earlier this week; what did he mean?

Seeing your confusion, he continues. "Last month after our impact scene, you said you were more than satisfied. And I believe you. But I just wanted to give you...well. More."

The discussion had been part of your regular check-in regarding punishment and spankings. Shoto had left some delicious bruises on you during your last scene, but you saw how difficult and draining it had been, and held off on asking for it again so soon. You feel your body grow warm with excitement as you start to understand his meaning.

"There's some other things we talked about that I wanted to try today, too, and it may get intense. Remember I love you and we can stop at any time."

He stands up and turns to the doorway, and it's only then you notice that the two of you aren't alone. Your eyes widen in surprise to see Katsuki Bakugo, dressed in form-fitting black and a predatory smile.

The other man is slow in approaching you, giving you plenty of time to voice concern or object. But you stay silent, and soon a gloved hand is grabbing a fistful of hair to force your gaze upwards.

"The bastard is really spoiling ya with this one, eh princess? You sure you can handle such a gift?"

You nod vigorously, adding a "yes sir" when you see Katsuki's eyes begin to narrow.

Before your brain can fully catch up, he's hauled you up by the elbow and is pushing you over the bed, exposing your ass in the process. You lift your head to see Shoto settling across from you against the headboard, stripped down to boxers and clearly hard.

A quick, sharp smack to your right cheek pulls a gasp from you; Katsuki massages into your flesh as he gives you your instructions.

"You're going to count until I tell you stop. Understood?" At your assent, he brings his hand down again. It's harder this time, and by the tenth stroke you're squirming and panting into the sheets. He gives you five more on each cheek and one final smack across both that makes you yelp.

In the pause that follows, Shoto leans down to take your hand in his, using the other one to brush the hair out of your face and pull you into a kiss that's all heat and tongue. You're leaning back to get a breath in when something hard and wooden lands across the tops of your thighs. You would have leaped right off the bed if not for the firm hand now holding you in place.

"That's for not counting the last hit." The sadistic smirk is evident in Katsuki's voice.

"Time for round two, princess," is all the warning you get before he brings the paddle down across your thighs and ass again and again. The rapid succession has your cunt drenched, arousal trickling down your legs as you moan and writhe underneath the assault. You feel Shoto squeeze your hands and press feather-light kisses against your fingertips, and the contrast leaves you dizzy.

The blonde stops again, pulling you up by the hair to meet mismatched eyes.

"Well go on then, tell him how much you're enjoying the present he got you."

"I-I love it Daddy....it's perfect, you're perfect, thank you-"

Katsuki cuts you off with a strong arm around your waist, pulling you up to be flush against him before slapping your breasts with his open palm, occasionally pausing to pinch and pull at your nipples.

Shoto can only stare in awe at how perfect you look, strung out and drooling in need. He had been worried that this would be too much, going too far, but he recognizes this state you're in. He's had the privilege of bringing you to this point before, where you're consumed and ravaged by waves of pleasure.

It takes him a moment to realize that you've been begging for him the entire time he's been staring.

"Tch, don't tell me you're gonna stop spoiling her now, Half and Half." The blonde pushes you roughly back onto the bed towards your lover. You don't have time to process the sting in your breasts before Shoto has you on your back, spreading your legs so he can rest between them. As one hand lines his cock up to your entrance, the other rubs little circles around your clit, the pressure just enough to have you bucking up into his hand.

"So wet for me," he hums before sliding his cock into your folds with one smooth thrust.

"Only-hhn, fuck! Only for you," you agree, the words falling off into moans as Shoto rocks his hips into yours, the light touches gone as he sets a pace just as rough as Katsuki's spanks.

"Are you going to cum for me too, angel? That's it, make a mess all over my cock like a good girl." You whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach wind tighter with every word. He leans down to lick a hot stripe up your neck before biting down, taking satisfaction in knowing it would be your only visible mark.

That final spike of pain and pleasure is all you need to tip over the edge, your whole body shuddering as you cum, hands digging into his back as you do. Shoto's not far behind, and you let out a contented sigh as he carefully pulls out.

He's quick to scoop you into his arms, pulling a sheet across both of you as you snuggle down into his chest. You come back up slowly to the feeling of his hand running through your hair and the sound of a tray being dropped on the bedside table.

You sit up at Katsuki's return, vaguely listening to the men's discussion about lotion and care instructions. As the other man begins to leave, a sudden thought hits you.

"Bakugo, wait." He turns, eyebrows furrowed in an expression unfamiliar to you.

"Did you...uhm. Did you want me to...y'know..." You trail off, suddenly shy.

Katsuki barks a laugh. "Like I'd ever want to be where that bastard's been. I only agreed to this in the first place 'cause there's no way Deku could've managed it." You don't have to look over to know Shoto is also rolling his eyes at the man's posturing.

"Anyway," he adds, much softer, "I've got my own spoiled brat at home I gotta tend to."

He walks out before either of you can respond, leaving you and Shoto to enjoy the afterglow.

[emmyrosee]

“Uh…”

Your monotonous confusion startles Shoto from… whatever he was doing, and as he quickly turns to face you, he smiles softly before turning right back to it. “Whatcha doing there, Sho?”

“I’m swaddling,” he says casually, grunting in frustration as if he messed up, and he undoes the small, yellow blanket to restart the process all over again. “I need to be ready for when our own child is here, and I’ve wasted so much time reading how-to’s online that I’ve lost at least two months of practice.”

“Shoto,” you say, hand coming up to cover your mouth from any giggles that want to pour though. “That’s a watermelon.”

“It’s the best I could do in a pinch.”

“But a watermelon is so…” you motion your fingers around in an attempt to find the correct words, and he spins on his heel to watch you in amusement. “Watermelon shaped.”

“And babies are just so baby shaped,” he hums, turning back to the watermelon.

“Yes, but they’re also squishy, like bread, or malleable like rice or… baby shaped, like Miydoria’s son.”

His hands still in realization, his face dropped into a blank, emotionless indifference, and before you can ask him what’s wrong, he drops the blanket and smacks his face with his hands.

“Oh my god I’m going to be the worst father.”

“No,” you say instantly, firmly, and you quickly make your way over to him. Your arms wrap around his waist and you burrow your head into the dip of his back. “We’re not playing that game, Shoto. You’re going to be an amazing father.”

“I saw a watermelon and immediately thought that would be a suitable filler for a child.”

“Shoto-“

He immediately brings his hands to his hair, “oh god, what if I mistake our baby for a watermelon at night!”

You snort and squeeze him tighter, “there are far too many layers to unpack in that sentence, so let me just tell you that you’re going to be an amazing father.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I sure do.”

“You don’t.”

“I can play this all day baby,” you snort, and he grumbles something under his breath. “I wouldn’t have wanted to start a family with you if I thought you wouldn’t be a good father.”

“You wanted to start a family with me because your mother doesn’t like me.”

“That too,” you snort, even though both of you know that’s not true. “But really, Sho. I want to spend my life with you; having a tiny spawn of our own is just part of that.”

His shoulders start to shake with a few chuckles, and he scrubs his eyes in defeat. “Spawn?”

“Is that not the term you’d use?”

“It certainly is not.” Despite his minor scold, he rolls his shoulders back and takes a few inhales in. “I just…” he pauses, and you hum in patience. “I want them to love me. I want to be the best I can for them.”

“You will be-“

“And part of that is soothing the baby.” His mind is derailing back quickly. You can feel it in the tenseness of his back.

“Shoto-“

“And swaddling them is supposed to keep them warm, so I thought that would be the best way to sooth-“

“Shoto,” you interrupt with a soothe, rubbing his shoulders. He finally shuts up, his shoulders still tense. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll be able to soothe our baby, swaddling or not.”

“You’re right,” he sighs shakily. “With my quirk, I’ll be able to alter my temperature to make them comfortable, even if I don’t know how to swaddle-“

“No, Shoto,” you chuckle, kissing the back of his neck. “You’ll be able to soothe the baby because you’re going to be an amazing father.”

He tenses under your words once more, and he shyly turns to look at you with wide, puppyish eyes. “You really think so?” He asks, fiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“I know so, Shoto.”

[tinytengen]

even more tiny dabihawks 💛💙✨

cuz i just love them dearly

[questioningmyexistence432]

'ʟᴀᴛᴇ.'

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he’d wait - flip his whole schedule on its axis just to be one of the first few to watch your videos as soon as you posted them. hell, he almost came untouched the one time he was the first person to join your livestream. it was addictive. you were addicted. everything about you was addictive to him. 

he wanted you so badly - wanted to know who you were under that measly mask you wore in your videos - not that it didn’t turn him on. it definitely did. but, he watched your content - knew exactly how your moans sounded when you fucked yourself dumb on whatever new toys you bought with the money he(and others) sent in. watching as you bounced on the new dildo you received- he bought the one closest resembling his cock. your wishlist was truly a magical thing, he had decided. he imagined you riding him like that - throwing his head back with a groan at the mere thought. he made it a competition to send you the most - no one coming close to him in that regard. hearing his name come from your lips while you thanked him for the donation - he clipped that part and played it on repeat. a sure way to send him straight over the edge. 

he’d grumble to himself and get snappy on the one day you had decided to post late - he turned his life upside down for you and now you decide to be late? his lips curled into a snarl as he continued to refresh the page - waiting to see a new video. he thought about all the things he’d do to you if he could only get his hands on you…

[twistedteddy]

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Warnings: Spanking, Heat play, mature (sex)stuff in kitchen, cl¡t slapping, praise and degradation, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, light fingering,f! Receiving oral

You'd been at the kitchen counter making dinner when Dabi returned to your cramped apartment. "Hey! I'm glad your home!" You yelled when you heard the door click closed. Quickly making two bowls of the beef strew you'd been working on all day. After all it was your day off and the two of you took turns cooking on your days off- the sound of his coat hitting the floor was all you heard before he hugged you from behind. Yanking your whole body back and into his chest

"Ah bad day?" You said reaching your hand back to take a tuft of his hair and pull his face closer to your ear. His hummed into your neck and let his hand slink up from your waist to lightly grip your neck. "It fucking sucked" He muttered giving your neck a light kiss. "Mm so dinner after?" You whispered as he started pushing your body towards the counter. His hand starting to slowly heat against your neck as he pushed you over the cool surface. "I'll take care of ya so don't worry bout it." He murmed grinding against your ass as he pulled up the white t-shirt of his that you'd been wearing. Maneuvering yourself to slip it off be left only in your underwear..dragging his hands down your back before reaching to grab your hips and pull you further back into him. Enjoying the little gasp he can always get outta you. The small sting of his hands getting a little to warm and leaving small red print of his hands over where the were before getting to his knees behind you.

Biting the fabric covering you and pulling it down to your mid thigh with his teeth while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. Still warm and harsh. He was getting a little more desperate not wanting to take his time and that was obvious by him not bothering to even property spread your pretty pussy open first like he would normally- just suck and licking and ever so gently biting at those sensitive areas you've always tried to hide from him. The first time you let him go down on you, you tried to push him away from your clit so you wouldn't "cum too fast" he thought it was fuckin adorable. The way you'd try to pull away or push him off to keep it from happening. Your legs were tensing and he grabbed your ankles and forced them up to your ass so now yoir weight was fully on the counter. Back arching and moaning freely while you came on his face body forcibly grinding on it. He didn't really wait as he reached a hand around and placed a hand over your mouth.

"Come on pretty gimme something to work with" his gravley voice said and you obeyed without a second thought, licking his hand and lightly spitting in it before he let go and quickly undid his pants using the saliva as lubricant to pump himself a few times leaning forward as he did and biting the back of your neck earning him a pretty moan from you and a large bite mark to replace the older fading one next to it. "You're doin so good f'me pretty such a slut" He groaned as he moved your hips to press our wet cunt to his hard cock. Pressing and bullying his way into you while rubbing soothing circles onto your ass. Giving you just a few seconds to adjust before giving your ass a hard slap. "Fuuck so tight. I really need to fuck you more loosen this cunt up." He groaned rocking back and forth before pulling you a bit back off the counter finally letting your toes touch the ground again before properly fucking you. Hand on the back of your neck nice and hot while holding your hips in place. You bit your lip trying to stay quiet and arching yoir back as much as you could in the position. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust was overwhelming. "Hah? Cmon bitch make some noise" He growled before letting go of thr back of your neck and slapping your clit a few times your legs automatically bending and trying to close shut all at once but he laughed at the attempt. "Aw look at you baby girl cmon I know what you like. Don't fight it." Squeeling face down into the counter as he didn't stop the movement of his hips into your plump ass or the slap of his hand on your clit. Ever so softly rubbing it between each harsh impact. You came fast, squirting all over but he didn't stop. He hadn't come yet ans you found yourself still vent over the counter, eyes crossed and tongue lulled out as he finally came in you muttering about you being the perfect cock sleeve. Slowly pulling out before fingerings his seed back into you.

"So you ready for dinner? I'm starving."

[nemouris]

m/f dbhks ⚠️