#hitoshi shinsou scenarios

[katsukistofu]

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

good parts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Toshi, let go.”

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

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

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

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

A beat of silence. 

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

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

“Go ahead then, I’m listening.”

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

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

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

“Really.”

“How can you be so sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Real slim meaning zero times infinity.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One more thing.”

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

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

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

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

“I pinkie promise.”

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

[jesswritesthat]

Shinsō Hitoshi: Friends?

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.2k, fluff

• U.A. had a rumour that Shinsō was only ever late to (L/n)s’ side once, but he hasn’t let anything touch them since. But just how true is it?

Warnings: Potential spoilers

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It was a renowned fact that you were perfectly capable of defending yourself in dangerous situations - as well as dishing out your own dangerous attacks.

In this instance, it made sense that yourself and Shinsō were often paired together since he joined Class 2A as you seemed to compliment one another on the field and during training drills.

Hero course third years naturally had the respect and attention of a majority of their juniors, especially since you were all involved in the war. It became useful for when you assisted in their training lessons though and due to Shinsōs’ connection with Sensei Aizawa, he was requested - and you by proxy if it was a team focused protocol.

The set of five students you were both up against were the cleverest so far, you’d noted that when you’d knocked out two of them only to realise they’d sacrificed themselves as bait so the remaining three -two as Hitoshi wrapped the aerial student up- went all out on a combo attack directed at you.

Now you could take this hit, and then use the debris as a cover to counterattack. However, you never had the chance when you saw a familiar cloth bind your attackers’ limb and derail his trajectory into the dusty floor whilst the other received a swift counterattack on your behalf and it was all over.

“Thanks Hitoshi.” The two of you shared a fist bump to celebrate the victory.

“The tactics you used allowed you to survive the longest against Shinsō and (L/n) at 2 minutes, however exposing yourself to danger should only be a last resort…”

As Aizawa finished his teachings and set the assignment of improving their times for the following weeks session, a few students began their idle chatter regarding the exercise. How they’d seen similar behaviour on various accounts.

On occasions when you were in danger, they’d seen Shinsō use his binding cloth to pull you out of the way or neutralise the attackers. They’d seen him put himself between you and an onslaught or push you out of the way. In every circumstance that he was in your radius, and you on the rare chance were in firing range, he’d protect you over himself at any cost.

That’s what heroes do though right? And Shinsō Hitoshi had a greater determination to prove that than most.

This was… different somehow. You were different.

You were certainly friends as you were seen together fairly commonly, but Shinsō was closer to Izuku and Denki, whilst you associated more with Mina and Kirishima. Maybe they were reading too much into this?

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It was only when the young group were brainstorming strategies did the topic arise in depth.

“I heard from seniors that Shinsō was late once, and he hasn’t let (L/n) get touched since.” One of the group claimed proudly.

“Late? Like to school?”

“No idiot. Apparently (L/n) was up against a villain last year and put themselves between civilians so I found the footage.” The student quickly fished for her phone, playing the video to her peers.

It displayed you taking a nasty blow when acting as a shield, strong enough to draw blood. Shinsō just managed to catch you in his arms before you hit the floor unconscious - a deadly rage sparking in his violet eyes when taking in your condition and looking back to the villain.

“Biggest mistake of your life.”

“Hah! The mistake was—“

It was over instantly, Brainwash took ahold and the rest was wrapped up undeniably quickly. Then the video ended leaving the students gawking.

“Ouch.” One of them winced. “I’ve never seen Shinsō look so angry. That villain was tied up unconscious quicker than anyone could blink.”

“Yep. (L/n) has never taken major hits with him around since.”

“We could use that to our advantage right?”

“Exactly…”

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The following week you were called upon once more to evaluate their (hopeful) improvements to their previous strategies. Although it was Present Mic supervising this time so it was far more deafening in comparison.

When facing the top scorers from last week, both yourself and Shinsō noticed the adjustments in their tactics but hadn’t quite deciphered their endgame. It was when they staged an attack for you and minimised Shinsōs’ movements to a point that prevented him from getting to you in time did it come to fruition.

You could dodge though, except when one of their quirks went haywire and lead to an explosion large enough to decimate the rocky terrain into a crumbling landslide.

Naturally you’d used your quirk to get the other student to safety which limited your escape time, but with Shinsō and the others out of harms way you were a little reassured. At least until a desperate cloth bound your abdomen - immediately pulling you from an array of thrashing boulders.

You went crashing into a solid chest, toned fishnetted arms enveloping you as effortlessly as breathing. You felt the racing of his heart, the raggedness of his breath, and the warm sigh of relief when he’d pulled his mask down with one hand.

“Hitoshi?”

“Are you alright?” His tone was slightly lower, angling himself slightly so it was spoken near your ear rather than to anyone else.

“Yes but, why are you always saving me?”

His eyes widened for a moment, pulling back slightly in brief surprise like you’d unravelled a personal secret.

“(L/n)! Shinsō! I’m so sorry I dunno what happened - my quirk just— I didn’t mean for it to—“ The panicked first year came bounding over the rocks frantically issuing apologies which Shinsō was admittedly grateful for.

“What matters is that you’re okay, and so are your friends - uh mostly.” You managed a brief glance at the trio who’d cornered your comrade, all of them groaning and rubbing their heads whilst the perpetrator simply shrugged.

“They prevented me from my objective. I had no choice but to incapacitate them.”

“Alright alright, shows over! You may’ve beat your time but the risk wasn’t worth it. I’m sure Aizawa would agree.” Mic chastised, adjusting his glasses to send a daring glance their way.

“Yes Sensei.” The group bowed in apology, the rest of the class both concerned and amused with the whole ordeal.

“You can all help clean up, you can practice quirk management, and you two can let go of each other now y’know.” Mic pointed at each of his targets, raising a bemused brow when landing on the two of you.

Immediately you’d stepped apart, awkwardly locking gazes and snapping back to Present Mic rather guiltily. Though you soon had a moment to yourselves once clean up began and Mic lectured them on quirk control.

“Hitoshi, you know I can handle myself right?”

“I know. But seeing you get hurt once was bad enough, and knowing I hadn’t arrived in time to save the one person I—“ He shoved his hands in his pockets, deadpan gaze remaining on your figure prior to flicking to the ground. “It doesn’t matter. You know how it is.”

“I do. I’d be upset if I couldn’t save you too.”

A meaningful look was exchanged, one that communicated more than words possibly could, and you pretended you hadn’t seen the heavy scarlet dusting the skin of Hitoshi as he pulled his scarf up.

“Since today has been smashing, shall we have an early dinner at the dorms? Maybe watch a movie too?”

“That was terrible.”

“But you appreciate it~”

“I tolerate it.”

The pair of you left together, you laughing as you spoke with Hitoshis’ admiring gaze never leaving you.

In the midst of clearing the collateral damage, the first year class watched on in awe.

“Huh. Maybe they’re more than just friends.”

“Maybe? Hah yeah right!” Present Mic only laughed, oblivious to the entire glass snapping to him in utter astonishment.

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[ Masterlist ]

[sugarlywhispers]

@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVE♡

Lool, here it is~ c;

When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.

However, you weren't expecting... that.

A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."

You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.

"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.

Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.

The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".

And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.

You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.

A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"

The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.

You gulped.

Jesus, this man was...

"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."

You almost tripped. "I didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.

Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.

You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.

"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."

You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."

[luvbugs-blog]

(( if requests are open rn/okay)

Getting caught with the boys, Hitoshi Shinsou version? xx

getting caught with the mha boys - part 3

featuring: hitoshi shinsou

a/n: aged up characters!

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

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

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

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

"finally up, kitten?"

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

"i have an extra key."

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

"i missed you."

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

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

"yes we do."

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

"what is it?"

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

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

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

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

when the kisses start up your neck, you whine.

"baby, wait. this is interesting."

"i'm interesting."

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

"whoa."

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

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

"shinsou."

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

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

no reaction.

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

"what are you doing?"

"asking for attention."

"you needy baby."

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

"pay attention to me," you whine.

he smirks.

"make me."

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

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

"SHUT THE HELL UP."

the both of you groan, and shinsou shouts,

"way to kill the mood!"

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

oops.

[pskmonika]

I saw the post you made abt MHA boys’ type and thought it was so cute and accurate (at least how I envision it too) I loved your vision for Shinsos s/o and was wondering if you had any hcs about his type/what he finds attractive? I love this purple haired boy sm you have no idea

-🫐

Shisou's type / him having a crush:

Because of shinsou's calm personality, a lot assume that he'd be into someone who's more outgoing and extroverted that makes him get out of his shell, but i dont think thats true

trying to think of it in a canon way, shinsou is sooo similar to aizawa and we saw that aizawa had no feelings towards the bubbly girl that like him, so thats why i think similar to him, thats simply not shinsou's type

Shinsou wouldn’t fall for someone who blends into the crowd—he needs someone who sees the world differently, someone extraordinary in their own quiet way, shinsou doesn’t crave noise; he craves depth.

well at first You was quite, that all there was in you , that all everyone saw, but shinsou unlike everyone else, pays attention to the smallest details, like the way u loved to draw whenever u got free time, like the way u chase cats outside and always leave a piece of cheese or tuna in ur backpack just in case u found hungry stray cats, or the way u loved to come to class earlier than everyone just to listen to ur fav songs while staring out the window, u loved the sky, he for sure knew that, from the way u stare at it, the way u drew it

maybe it was drawing, writing, making music or even photography.... but you certainly was someone artistic, someone that sees beauty in things, someone that doesnt just look around the world, someone that sees the world, someone that holds so much inside

You were fascinating, just like your quirk: Nightmare. It brought your enemies’ greatest fears to life, turning them into a reality you controlled, it was scary, it made him wonder if people thought you have quite the vaillin quirk, just like they thought about him,

But unlike him, you was quiet but never unkind, and he was curious

So he got closer, started from borrowing a pen, to a random chat in the rooftop to being partners for a school project, and the more time he spent with you, the more, he’s sinking, deeper and deeper, into you.

you made him feel at ease, you were like a gentle breeze on a warm day, he felt like with you he can breath

He loves that no one knows you like he does, Your laughter, your secrets, your vulnerabilities—they belong to him. He’s possessive, and he knows it. its no secret how insecure he is, so knowing that he got to see sides of you that no one else sees, hear a laugh that no else hears, making inside jokes with you, hearing your secrets and discovering all the diff sides of you, it all make him feel so special

But the moment he sees you with someone else, it feels like his insecurities explode, the jealousy start consuming him like gasoline igniting on an open flame, and when the wild fire consumes him, it all came bursting out his chest, as a messy unexpected confessing and a sudden passionate kiss

N.B: i hope u enjoyed this! I always try to keep the character's true personality and stay canon and make the s/o kind of special, so sorry if this wasnt exactly what u wanted! Everyone feel free to request any other characters! This is the previous post and sorry for any grammar mistakes, if u got any other thoughts on shinsou's type comment it down below! Id love to hear your thoughts

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE HITOSHI SHINSOU HEADCANNONS

Lol, this purple haired insomniac was MADE to be a yandere. As it is he never used to get proper sleep and when he met YOU, that's when his sleep schedule literally went right out of the window and down a drain, no joke. In fact, the reason he keeps having those dark circles beneath his eyes is because he always loses sleep thinking and fretting about you every second of the day. Are you safe? Are you all right? Have you eaten properly? He doesn't want you to neglect your health

He's always deeply worried and concerned for you but negative thoughts always cloud his mind and make him lose his sanity. You were a beautiful sweet innocent little angel. Why the HECK would someone so cute and sweet like you fall in love with someone who has such a villainous quirk? You could never love him the way he's OBSESSED and INFATUATED with you since he's a creepy weirdo (Is it bad I laughed while writing this?)

One day you made the mistake of praising him for using his quirk on Mineta after he tried touching you inappropriately. You clung to him like your life depended on it and YOU of all people actually PRAISED him for his quirk and you even called him your 'hero'. By now he was on cloud INFINITY and you just added more fuel to his crazy little fantasies he has of the 2 of you in his head along with his delusional psychotic thoughts about you 2

One hand, Shinsou just WANTS to use his quirk on you desperately to find out whether you actually like him or not, but part of him tells him not to or else you're gonna hate him till time exists. Surely you'd reject him if he ever asks you out and he's no professor in the romance department nor is he a flirty Romeo. Eventually, he'll turn to Aizawa for help but it's gonna turn out to be useless as hell since even HE'S clueless ASF. Lol, poor souls) but most of all, he's afraid of what sort of monster he might become and what he'll do to YOU if you don't reciprocate his feelings back 

If you accept them, well and good. You might have a stable and strong relationship and you have similar interests. But he will kidnap you eventually but ONLY if he ever gets insecure and scared that you're gonna leave him (Someone pls give this boi a hug!) And if you don't accept his feelings, you're STILL gonna get kidnapped in either case, you're gonna be toast....

He just wants to use his quirk on you SO BAD to make things much simpler and easier for both of you but he knows that if he does so, he's gonna be no more than some sort of sick psychopathic villain, like everyone always tells him. You told him he was a HERO, YOUR HERO and heroes wouldn't do something like that AT ALL. He's deeply conflicted now and he doesn't want to betray your trust 

He might stalk you whenever you go somewhere (Secretly, of course) just to make sure that you're gonna be safe. As each day passes, your presence to him is like oxygen. So, he'll resort to breaking into your room at night and try stealing some of your possessions that you won't bother about because of his overwhelming desire for you 

Like stated before, if Shinsou ever kidnaps you, it'll be a frantic act of him being an insecure scardey pants. He'll be apologizing so many times and asks you so nicely as to not hate him 

He'll give you your space. He knows how conflicting this whole kidnapping drama fest is for you and he'll let you cry, scream and sob all your anger and feelings out. He'll try reasoning with you in a sick and twisted way trying to convince you that it's for your own good and ensures he'll NEVER hurt you at all. He will NEVER use his quirk on you to make you do things you aren't comfortable with so you're safe with him 

He'll try his best to make you comfortable (As comfortable one can be while they're chained to a headboard of a bed) and he'll give you whatever you want. He'll let you roam around the house after the first week or so since he doesn't like seeing you tied up (As much as he secretly enjoys it). If you're being stubborn with him by refusing to talk to him or even acknowledge his presence, well... if you're testing his water levels of patience, you better know how to SWIM in them. He isn't really THAT patient and hence, he'll isolate you by just giving you basic necessities like food and water and warm clothes and leaving abruptly after that 

If you're STILL stubborn with him, THEN he'll use his quirk on you but just for simple stuff like hugging him and burying your head in his chest while he holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. This was ALL he ever wanted from you, was that TOO MUCH to ask? When you realize he used his quirk on you, you'll be terrified of him for sure, and you'll hate him and it'll be a very long time for you to love him back but if you go back to square one and ignore him like you did before, he won't hesitate to use his quirk on you for more... dark and dire things

''Need I remind you what happened the LAST time you ignored me Kitty cat"

Just play your cards right and in time, you'll see his really soft side for you. He cares about you ALOT, he really does. But if you push him over the edge, he'll make you do all sorts of unsatisfactory things that you won't have a fun time doing. When it comes to rivals and enemies, he'll just use his quirk on them and make it look like some sort of suicide or accident

Loves to spoil you every now and then and he might even get you a pet cat so you both can take care of him

If Shinsou can't convince you to love him, he'll just have to FORCE you to......

[sofiascripts]

meet the band!

mha band au (lemonade mouth elements) // eventual bakugou x reader

★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆ striking a chord!

how did our rising stars end up in detention together in the first place?

ׂ╰┈➤ no warnings! unless monoma is a warning?

✩ bakugou the hot head drummer

a couple of days before the first day of school, the ua varsity soccer team was back on the field for their final summer practice. the atmosphere was a mix of excitement and dread; some students were eager to take on their last year of high school, while others, like kaminari, were wishing for just a little more of that summer freedom.

“cmon guys, don’t you just want a couple more weeks, maybe even a few more days of that summer lovin?” which only earned him a loud smack on the back of the neck.

“you don’t get any ‘lovin.’ period.”

the team had cycled through a series of drills, focusing both on individual skills and group work. the latter putting bakugou in a particularly irritable mood. paired with neito monoma for what felt like an eternity, bakugou's frustration was palpable. the two were always at odds, and today was no exception.

“dammit, monoma! you think you’re hot shit!” bakugou’s voice cut through the air, his glare fixed on the cocky blonde. his teammates, used to bakugou’s fiery outbursts, continued to do their own things, but kirishima and kaminari exchanged concerned glances, sensing an unusual tension in the air.

monoma, unfazed, continued passing the ball around with a few of his friends, only casting a smirk in bakugou's direction. this only fueled bakugou’s rage. striding across the field, he snatched the ball away from monoma with a snarl. only then did monoma decide to humor him. “maybe if your head wasn’t so far up your own ass, you’d actually see what’s happening around you!”

bakugou’s anger flared. his face reddened, and his muscles tensed and before him, or anyone else on the field knew it, the soccer ball was moving through the air like a bullet. monoma, ever the showboat, anticipated the move and ducked with a self-satisfied smirk.

the ball soared through the open air where monoma once was towards the figure who had just arrived to oversee the practice—all might, their imposing coach.

all might was too focused on his clipboard, oblivious to the brewing storm on the field, just stood there humming along to the music while the others stood in shock as the ball hurtled towards him. as the ball approached, time seemed to move even slower. bakugou watched in horror as all might slowly looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. the entire field fell silent, waiting for the inevitable.

the ball struck all might with a solid thud, sending him sprawling to the ground in a comical yet painful tumble. the entire practice field fell into stunned silence before erupting into gasps and nervous laughter. kaminari, unable to contain his amusement, burst into loud laughter. kirishima, trying to stifle his own chuckles, clapped a hand over kaminari’s mouth, but his efforts failed miserably.

bakugou’s face went white while his eyes widened in horror as he realized what had happened. he rushed over to all might, his usually angry demeanor faltering in the face of genuine concern. “shit! i didn’t mean to—”

“all might,— you— okay?” kaminari called out in between the laughs.

all might, ever the hero, brushed off the incident with his characteristic grin, though he winced slightly. “no harm done, young bakugou. but i must say, you’re quite the force to be reckoned with!”

the coach’s attempt to lighten the mood did little to quell the embarrassment bakugou felt. he could see the smirks on the faces of his peers, especially monoma’s, who had a front row seat to the scene, his face holding a self-satisfied expression.

as practice came to a close, the students began to pack up. bakugou was quick to shove his belongings into his bag with the intentions of making a quick escape but it was no use, all might quickly intercepted him with his bright smile and pulled bakugou aside. “katsuki, i need to talk to you about your behavior today.”

bakugou’s heart sank. he had hoped that his outburst would be brushed off as a minor incident, but the stern look on all might’s face made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.

“your actions today were reckless,” all might continued. “you may be a talented student, but you need to learn how to manage your temper. i’m afraid i’m going to have to give you detention.”

bakugou’s face twisted with frustration. “detention? for what? you were fine!”

“all might’s right, bakugou,” kirishima chimed in, trying to sound supportive. “you’ve got to work on staying calm, man. remember what we talked about—keeping your cool this year.”

kaminari, standing next to kirishima, nodded in agreement. “yeah, i told you to try to stay calm. you’re lucky all might’s not too mad about it.”

“why the hell are you two butting in?” bakugou fumed, turning his head away.

before he could lash out at his friends, a light blue slip with the word “detention” was slapped into his hand. he spun around, but all might was already rushing through the students and into the safety of the school.

kirishima and kaminari’s laughter followed him, their voices mixed with sympathy and amusement. bakugou stared at the blue slip, a wave of dread crashing over him. out of the corner of his eye, he saw monoma and his friends already staring at him with smug looks on their faces.

this was going to be a long year.

✩ kaminari our silly guitarist and rapper?

the first day of school at u.a. high school had brought its share of excitement and chaos. among the various dramas unfolding, denki kaminari was trying to navigate the simplest yet most pressing dilemma of his day: an urgent need to use the restroom.

as he stood by his friend sero, who was watching bakugou’s post-detention grumbling with a mix of sympathy and amusement, sero sighed. “damn. that must be harsh.”

kaminari shrugged, “well, it was bound to happen. kids got the looks and grades but his social skills are nothing short of fla—”

his words were cut off by the sharp ring of the school bell, signaling the start of the next period. “gotta run,” he quickly said, waving goodbye to sero before slipping into his first period class.

the classroom was a typical setup for a math class: desks neatly arranged, a whiteboard at the front, and a clock ticking ominously on the wall. kaminari plopped himself down in his assigned seat, desperately trying to focus on the worksheet in front of him. his concentration, however, was challenged by the urgent pressure in his bladder.

he raised his hand, and the teacher, ms. midnight, looked up from her desk, where she was marking papers. “yes, kaminari?”

“can i use the restroom?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. the situation was becoming dire.

ms. midnight gave him a stern look. “no, not right now. class is almost over. you can wait fifteen more minutes.”

kaminari’s eyes widened in panic. “i don’t think i can handle another fifteen minutes!” he protested with a strained smile.

“after class,” ms. midnight insisted, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

a deep sigh escaped kaminari as he turned back to his paper. the numbers and equations on the worksheet blurred together, replaced by a flood of mental images of water fountains, oceans, and rivers. his pencil tapped furiously against the desk, a testament to his growing agitation.

the clock on the wall seemed to mock him.

8:32.

his tapping grew more erratic as he stole glances at the clock. he shifted in his seat, trying to focus on the textbook, but all he could think about was the increasing pressure in his lower abdomen. he turned to the door, slightly ajar, a beacon of hope.

8:33.

kaminari’s tapping reached a frenzied pace. the surrounding students noticed his discomfort. his face turned increasingly red and the faint grumbling of his frustration could be heard throughout the classroom.

ignoring the teacher’s disapproving glance, kaminari’s resolve crumbled. the clock ticked mercilessly, and he saw only a blur of movement and the faint sound of his teacher’s voice as he bolted out of his seat.

the loud screech of his chair echoed through the classroom, followed by the unmistakable thud of his hurried footsteps. “sorry, gotta go!” kaminari shouted as he dashed out, barely making it through the door.

minutes later, kaminari returned, looking considerably more relieved but also noticeably red-faced. ms. midnight greeted him with an unimpressed glare and a slip of paper.

“detention,” she said flatly, handing him the small slip. it bore the same stark ‘detention’ label at the top, accompanied by the reason: “disruption and disrespect.”

kaminari’s shoulders slumped as he trudged back to his seat, the slip of paper in hand. he caught sight of shinsou, who had been observing the commotion with his usual detached expression, and even he couldn't suppress a small, amused smirk.

at the end of the day, as the students filed out of their classrooms, kaminari joined bakugou in the hallway, both of them holding their own detention slips.

“looks like we’re in for an exciting

✩ jirou the reason our favorite band exists and lead guitarist

the school day was progressing smoothly for most of class 1-a. as students settled into their routines, their minds were preoccupied with the usual high school concerns: homework, upcoming tests, and, for some, avoiding trouble. for jirou, however, it was an entirely different story.

after about fifteen minutes into the lecture, jirou had quietly slipped out of her history class, claiming she needed to use the restroom. instead, she made her way down the dimly lit hallways. she made a quick stop at her locker to grab her awkwardly lodged guitar case and slung it over her shoulder. she had a song stuck in her head, and she needed to get it down before it faded away.

her destination: a seldom-used janitor’s closet on the far end of the school. it wasn’t ideal, but it was private, and that was all she needed. as she entered the closet and closed the door behind her, she was greeted by the faint scent of cleaning supplies and the cramped space that would become her temporary studio.

jirou set up her makeshift workstation amidst the mops and buckets, carefully pulling out her guitar and notebook. she started to strum softly, losing herself in the melody as she jotted down notes. the music flowed effortlessly, and for a few precious minutes, she was completely immersed in her world.

but the tranquility was short-lived. the narrow space of the closet meant that even the smallest movement seemed magnified. as jirou leaned over to grab a pencil, her elbow knocked over a can of disinfectant. the loud clang it made against the concrete floor shattered the silence.

“damn it,” jirou muttered under her breath. she quickly bent down to pick up the can, but in her haste, she accidentally bumped into a stack of old cleaning rags. they toppled over with a cascade of muffled thuds.

the noise grew louder, more chaotic, until it could no longer be ignored. it didn’t take long for ms. midnight, who had been passing by and had heard the commotion, to investigate. the door to the janitor’s closet creaked open just as jirou was trying to contain the mess.

“is someone in there?” ms. midnight called out, peering into the cluttered closet.

caught off guard, jirou froze, her guitar still in hand. “uh, just a second!”

but it was too late. ms. midnight pushed the door open fully, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight before her: jirou standing amidst a sea of cleaning supplies, her guitar case and notebook strewn around the floor.

“what on earth is going on here?” ms. midnight’s voice was a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

jirou stood up, trying to regain her composure. “i was just… practicing some music,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

ms. midnight’s eyebrows shot up. “skipping class to practice music? and making this mess in the process?”

jirou bit her lip, realizing how poorly this looked. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

ms. midnight sighed deeply. “well, the fact remains that you’ve disrupted the school day and created quite a mess. i’ll have to give you detention for this.”

jirou’s heart sank. detention was the last thing she wanted, especially for something as personal as her music. but she knew there was no point in arguing.

but she still tried.

“three days.”

✩ shinsou tired bassist

the first morning of the new school year was a whirlwind of activity and unexpected twists. for hitoshi shinsou, it began with an overabundance of boredom.

shinsou had always found history class to be less than riveting. his teacher, mr. aizawa, droned on about ancient civilizations with the same enthusiasm one might reserve for watching paint dry. the steady hum of his voice, combined with the monotony of the lesson, made it almost impossible for shinsou to stay awake.

seated at the back of the classroom, shinsou’s head slowly drooped as mr. aizawa’s lecture continued. his eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute, and before long, he had slipped into a light slumber, his head resting on his folded arms.

it wasn’t long before the classroom's ambient noises—students shifting in their seats, the occasional whisper—blended into a comforting backdrop for shinsou’s nap. he was blissfully unaware of the world around him until the sound of mr. aizawa’s voice cut through his dreamlike haze.

“shinsou!”

the sudden sharpness of mr. aizawa’s tone jolted shinsou awake. he blinked groggily and looked around, his confusion quickly turning to realization as he saw mr. aizawa standing over him, a mix of annoyance and exasperation on his face.

“sleeping in class?” mr. aizawa’s voice carried a note of disbelief. “on the very first day?”

shinsou rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. “sorry, mr. aizawa,” he mumbled, sitting up straight. “i didn’t mean to—”

“you didn’t mean to fall asleep, i get it,” mr. aizawa interrupted. “but it’s disruptive, and it’s not acceptable. i’ll be assigning you detention for this.”

shinsou’s shoulders sagged as he accepted the slip of paper handed to him, marked with the dreaded word ‘detention’ at the top and ‘sleeping in class’ as the reason. he glanced around the classroom, noting the curious stares from his classmates. kirishima, in particular, was trying to stifle a laugh, which only added to shinsou’s embarrassment.

as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, shinsou gathered his things with a sense of resignation. he had hoped to start the year on a better note, but now he was faced with an additional task: serving detention. the day’s events were shaping up to be a test of his patience.

speaking of.

“looks like we’re forming a detention club, huh?” kaminari piped with a playful nudge.

shinsou gave him a dry look. “very funny.”

✩ momo lovely keyboard-ist (is that a thing...)

the morning chaos at u.a. high school continued as the lunch bell rang, offering a brief respite from the day’s earlier commotion. momo yaoyorozu and her friends—mina, and jirou—moved through the bustling hallways toward the cafeteria, their spirits high despite the morning’s events.

“i can’t believe those two idiots from the soccer team managed to get detention on our first day back,” jirou said while shaking her head with a grin on her face.

“didn’t you get detention too?” mina asked raising a brow.

“did you guys hear about shinsou?” mina only shook her head before probing further, asking what had happened to their classmate. jirou quickly shared what she had heard and this caused momo to join in with an odd look on her face.

“that’s rich.” she mumbled, her tone clearly angry.

“what do you mean?”

“i had him last year, all he did was sleep through the class and hand out harsh grades. i can’t believe he’s still like that after all the complaints he received.”

the three continued walking, unaware of the figure trailing behind them. momo’s tone grew more animated as she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “honestly, it’s laughable. he acts like he’s so superior, but all he does is slouch around. it’s like he’s got some sort of complex. how does someone like that even end up in a teaching position?”

jirou and mina exchanged amused glances, their laughter bubbling up as they enjoyed momo’s rant.

however, before she could continue, a voice cut through the conversation. “it’s quite an interesting perspective, ms. yaoyorozu.”

the trio froze, turning slowly to find mr. aizawa standing right behind them, his expression inscrutable. the shock on momo’s face was clear as she realized who she had been bad-mouthing had been right behind them the whole time. jirou and mina stifled their laughter, their eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement.

aizawa’s gaze was stern. “since you seem to have such strong opinions about my approach to teaching, perhaps you’d benefit from spending some extra time observing it with your fellow peers. welcome to the detention club.”

momo’s mouth dropped open as she tried to stammer a response. “i-i didn’t mean—”

aizawa cut her off with a raised hand. “detention. room 2b after school.”

as aizawa turned and walked away, jirou and mina burst into laughter, their voices echoing down the hall. “wow, momo, you really made an impression,” jirou teased, clearly enjoying the turn of events.

momo, still in shock, could barely manage a weak smile as she glanced at her friends. “great, just what i needed.”

✩ y/n our sweet and pretty little lead singer and monomas biggest opp

the cafeteria hummed with the usual noise of students chatting and laughing as you stood in line at the vending machine. frustration bubbled inside you, eager to grab some pretzels and a drink to lift your mood. the line seemed to be moving incredibly slow, which only added to your irritation.

as you glanced forward, you noticed that the hold-up was caused by monoma, who was leaning casually against the vending machine, his arm wrapped around a blonde girl. you blink and once again noticed that the hold-up was caused by monoma. your monoma. your monoma who was leaning casually against the vending machine, his arm wrapped around a blonde girl. your heart dropped as you saw them laughing together, clearly enjoying each other’s company. your breath caught in your throat as you watched monoma plant a kiss on the girl’s cheek.

“what,” you muttered under your breath, trying to convince yourself you didn’t just witness that. you quickly ducked behind the rough-looking blonde in front of you, your hands shaking slightly. you thought over what you just saw one last time before deciding to peek again. maybe it wasn’t monoma!

peeking around the corner, your worst fears were confirmed. the blonde girl was still clinging to monoma, her smile wide. a surge of anger and betrayal welled up inside you. without thinking, you grabbed the bottle of lemonade from the blonde in front of you—none other than bakugou. his face was already twisted in a scowl.

“hey, what the hell—?” bakugou began, but you were already moving. you stormed over to where monoma was standing and without hesitation, you threw the drink at them. the bright yellow liquid exploded across their clothes, dripping down and staining them both.

monoma’s eyes widened in shock as the lemonade soaked him and the girl. the cafeteria erupted into laughter and cheers, students clapping and shouting in amusement. kirishima and kaminari were among the loudest, their voices easily heard over the sea of students.

you stood there for a moment, the gravity of your actions slowly sinking in, but you chose to ignore them as you turned to leave, feeling a rush of adrenaline and a sense of liberation. however, it was quickly cut short.

“y/n y/l. detention.”

you froze mid-step and turned to see mr. aizawa standing with a tired look on his face. the teacher had clearly witnessed the whole scene and was not pleased.

“you’ve caused a disturbance and disrespected others,” mr. aizawa said, handing over the slip. you took the slip with a mix of frustration and resignation. you glanced back at monoma, who was still trying to wipe lemonade from his clothes, his face a mix of confusion and anger.

you look down at the little slip of paper and the word “detention” is boldly printed at the top, with “disruption and property damage” written underneath.

“property damage wh—” to your luck, mr. aizawa is already gone.

“you’re kidding me,” you mutter, your voice tinged with disbelief. you sigh, your mood dampened by the unexpected turn of events. as you prepare to leave the cafeteria, you feel a hand on your shoulder. turning, you see bakugou, his eyes wild and a strained smile plastered on his face—it was clearly not his day either.

“you owe me a drink.”

a/n: this is my first ever post AGH! so exciting. anyways ive had this mha lemonade mouth au in my google docs since quarantine and i decided to post it now since mha has ended! i want to start uploading old drafts i have and start writing some of the ideas i have saved from before along with some of the new stuff ive been thinking about. but anywayyyyss hope u guys enjoy this little prologue <3

[doumadono]

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

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

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

SINFUL SUNDAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[herofics]

Hi there, I’m always open to putting out a few requests and saw you wanted some more lighthearted requests 🙂🫶🏻 I was wondering if I could get either a bakugou or shinso writing where the reader has a “daydreaming quirk” (anything she “dreams” can be created into reality for certain periods of time) but the more she uses her quirk, the more tired she gets and the longer she has to sleep afterwards. Maybe in this the reader has been doing a lot of quirk strengthening training with her dad (aizawa) and comes back to the dorms one day exhausted. When the reader is sleeping in the common room cuddled up to bakugou or shinso they get a little protective when everyone comes in too loud. The class has never seen bakugou so soft for someone before or shinso so protective of someone before and aizawa sees that when he comes to check on her which warms his heart as well. Sorry if it’s a bit confusing of a request

A/N: I thought this was a really cute idea, I just hope I did it justice. Sorry this took so long, I didn’t really have the motivation for writing much. I didn’t do Bakugou even though I planned to initially, since I didn’t feel like it, but the Shinsou one ended up okay I guess

You had been training so much in the last couple of days and you were exhausted. Between school, homework and the additional training you had been doing with your dad, you hadn’t really had the time for the extra rest you needed. Your tolerance had gone up during your time at UA, so you didn’t need as much rest anymore after using your quirk as before. However, because you had basically been doing school work and training nonstop for the last couple of days, you were feeling really tired.

Shinsou was sitting on the common room couch and you just decided to go sit with him for a moment, before heading up to your room to sleep.

“Hi Toshi” you greeted him as you sat down next to him.

“Hey, were you training with your dad again?” he asked.

“Yep, I don’t think he’s ever heard of the term “take it easy”” you sighed, leaning your head against Shinsou’s shoulder.

“Don’t I know it” Shinsou said, rubbing the back of his neck, thinking about how many times he’s gotten his ass handed to him by your father.

“I know he just wants the best for me, but he could chill a bit sometimes. It won’t kill me to miss one day of training” you yawned.

“You know how he is, ever since the war against AfO, he doesn’t want us to be unprepared in case something like that happens again”

“Yeah I know, but I do still need my beauty sleep” you joked tiredly.

Shinsou could see you were exhausted. He knew that no matter what you said, you didn’t want to let down your dad, so you probably wouldn’t skip training, no matter how tired you got. It wasn’t exactly good for you, especially since your quirk required you to rest a lot too.

“I-” Shinsou started, but as he turned to look at you, he noticed you were already asleep against his shoulder.

He just smiled and decided to let you sleep for a while. There wasn’t really any reason to wake you. No one else was in the common area for the time being, so it was quiet. Of course the second he thought of that, the front door to the dorms basically slammed open, and people came in.

“Kaminari” Shinsou hissed at the blond, who was being the loudest of the group.

“What?” Kaminari asked, which made him fall under the affect of Shinsou’s quirk, and shut him up immediately.

“Shut up, (Name) is sleeping” Shinsou whispered, before releasing his quirk.

“Sorry” Kaminari whispered back, the rest of the group also apologizing for their loudness, before slipping into the kitchen area.

Shinsou just sighed. Fortunately, you were still asleep, and it didn’t seem like Kaminari’s loudness had disturbed you at all.

“That probably wasn’t the most productive use of your quirk” Aizawa said as he too entered the dorm building and walked up to Shinsou.

“Sorry sensei” Shinsou apologized quietly. “But (Name) is asleep. I think they’re pretty exhausted by the constant training and trying to stay on top of their school work too”

“I noticed that as well. You can tell them they have the weekend off of training. You kids can go to a movie or whatever it is you do when you have free time” Aizawa said with a small smile, before ruffling your hair and leaving the common room.

Shinsou could see Kaminari and Ashido grinning as they watched the situation from the kitchen.

“Shut up” Shinsou rolled his eyes at the two friends.

“We didn’t even say anything” Kaminari smirked, feigning innocence.

“Your expressions are loud enough” Shinsou sighed.

Shinsou could feel you moving next to him and when he looked at you, you were already awake.

“Sorry for waking you up” Shinsou apologized.

“It’s fine, I should go to my own room to sleep anyway” you yawned and stretched your arms.

“I’ll walk with you” Shinsou said.

You just nodded and grabbed your bag, as the two of you started walking towards your dorm room. You held Shinsou’s hand as you basically let him pull you along. When you got to your door, you turned to Shinsou and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks for keeping me company Toshi” you smiled tiredly.

“Any time” he smiled back, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Oh and your dad said you could have the weekend off from training”

“Mhhm, I’m gonna sleep the whole day tomorrow” you muttered, and gave him one more tired smile before retreating into your room. The school week was over, and you would finally be able to get some rest.

[stellar-imagines]

HITOSHI SHINSOU MASTERLIST

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ♤ [SFW] ❝Un-enrollment.❞ ♤ [NSFW/SFW] ❝S/O that has breathing issues.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Falling into their arms.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Mute S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who loves to wrestle.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Little sis, little crush.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Stressed out.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Driving.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Dear daughter.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Affectionate.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Chaotic dumbass.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with unstable quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Shinsou with S/O who has an eating disorder.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Dreamy owl.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with ghoul quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Jewish S/O.❞ ♤ [NSFW] ❝Unlikely phone call.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Sad melodies.❞

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 ☆ [SFW] ❝Brace for a kiss.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Asthmatic and nervous.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Assault and recovery.❞

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ♡ [Valentine 2019] ❝I’ve never had a Valentine.❞ ♡ [Fall 2019] ❝Please don’t fall out of that tree.❞ ♡ [Halloween 2019] ❝How long have you been dead?❞

[haikyuuwaifu]

4

Double Take: Dhruv

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing

a/n: I think the next three parts are going to be in Y/n’s POV <3

And I could say I never unzipped Those blue Levi's inside my head But that's far from the truth Don't know what's come over me It seems like yesterday when I said "We'll be friends forever"

“Y/n?” a voice mumbled, as the woman in question blinked rapidly. Readjusting her focus, Y/n could see Mina waving her hand in front of her friends face. “You got distracted again babe.” She teased taking a seat. They were in the University library getting ready to study. “Sorry.” Y/n sighed, leaning her head on the table. “I got here early so I got us a great spot. Then my mind wandered to my ridiculously hot roommate whose dick I want to swallow yesterday.” She whined, causing Mina to laugh. “You’re the only one stopping yourself sweetie.” She supplied as Uraraka and Yaoyarozu took a seat at the table. “What’s Y/n stopping now?” Uraraka questioned, pulling out her books. “Her shot with her super sexy roomie.” Mina teased causing Y/n to throw a pencil at her friend. “It’s not that easy Min. We’re roommates. We’re friends…our best friends are dating and if things didn’t work out it would cause nothing but drama.” Y/n sighed, burying her face into her arms. Momo gave her friend a head pat as she opened one of her books. “Kaminari isn’t helping things. He’s been bad mouthing you for weeks now.”  Y/n only rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out childishly. “Denki Kaminari can eat shit. He always bad mouths me cause he’s a jealous little cuck.” Y/n sniffed causing her friends to laugh. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I blew my shot yesterday after I told Shinsou he was my ‘bestest friend ever’” Y/n sighed as Uraraka and Mina groaned. “Why would you do that?!” Mina screeched throwing her eraser at her friend’s face. “I didn’t do it on purpose! I was in a post nap haze and I woke up to my favorite food on the living room table.” Y/n whined, shaking Momo lightly. “Touya told Katsuki about it and that asshole laughed in my face.” Y/n huffed crossing her arms over her chest. She was going to say more, but she was interrupted by a throat clearing. The girls looked up to see Shinsou, hands full with drinks and brown paper bags. “Special delivery ladies.” He grinned, setting the drink tray down. “Shin!” Mina shouted, reaching over to pull the tall man into a hug. “This is awesome.” Uraraka shouted, digging through the bags. “Thank you Hitoshi.” Momo whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “I got it right?” Shinsou asked, looking over at the other woman. “It’s perfect.” She replied, giving him a soft smile. “Toshi, you didn’t have to get us anything.” Y/n sighed looking up at the man. “I didn’t, but I wasn’t sure if you were going to get something on the way home or not. It’ll be late by the time you’re done.” He supplied cupping her cheeks in his hands. Reaching down he placed a few tender kisses on her forehead. “I’ll be here when it’s closing time to drive you ladies home, okay?” He spoke quietly, as Y/n attempted to nod. “When you’re finished we’ll go get froyo.” Y/n only smiled, face giddy. As they watched him go, Y/n leaned into Momo’s arm. “I am in love your honor.” She sighed, her face getting hot when Shinsou turned back to give her a wink and a wave. “Girl, it’s over for you.” Mina teased, taking a sip of her drink. Y/n could only flip her off, knowing damn well she was right.

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[kurooh]

Can you make something with Sero and Shinsou? Maybe they firts eating you out or making you squirt (I'm just really dumb I asked in the comment section and I don't even know if I'm sending it in the right place, it's my first ever ask, so sorry for anything and the bad english, I love your writing so much lots of love for you)

SOMETHING NEW ☆ MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. featuring midoriya izuku, sero hanta, kaminari denki, shinsou hitoshi, & takami keigo trying something new in the bedroom with you.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, threesome, oral, facesitting, squirting, a vibrator, filming, orgasm denial, nothing too crazy

xoxo, juno. no worries your english is perfectly fine!! i saw your comment but i’ve been busy so i’m sorry this took a while 🥲 thank you & sending you lots of love <3

MIDORIYA IZUKU + a vibrator

“uhhh, what setting do you want it on?”

you giggle softly as izuku fumbles with the wand, eyes widening when it buzzes out of control once he mistakenly presses the highest setting. “how about you amp it up as we go, ‘zuku?”

he’s flushed down to his neck as his thumb rubs reassuring circles into your thigh, wand moving closer to your cunt. the head settles onto your clit and izuku pushes two fingers inside of you, which you adjust to with a hushed exhale.

“‘s good,” you nod, laying back onto the pillows as heat settles in your lower stomach.

“i’d hope so,” izuku chuckles nervously, curling his fingers inside you and prodding against your g-spot while the vibrations against your clit get barely stronger. “is this okay?”

“hm, yeah,” you huff, wiggling your hips as your hand comes to rest on top of his. he watches as you push the vibrator harder against you, gesturing to the buttons. “do it like you mean it, ‘zuku.”

“are you sure?” he’s painstakingly awkward when it comes to trying something new, having never used a vibrator before or watched you use it. you’d been working together to clear out your nightstands when he came across the pink wand, questioning what it was until you told him and asked him if he’d like to try it out on you.

“of course i am,” you wink, hand slipping away from his and relinquishing control. carefully, izuku presses the button, turning it up and increasing the power of the vibrations against your clit.

the new, welcomed change in stimulation pulls delicious moans from your lips, and his cock eagerly twitches in his pants. with this, he could easily have you sobbing and begging for more. what if he paired this toy with his cock sometime?

the simple thought has him creating an entire scenario in his head, unconsciously amping it up a few settings.

“fuck!” you exclaim, back arching right off the bed as you buck closer to him. “i-izuku, that’s perfect.”

“yeah? feeling close at all?” he hums, voice lilting into a curious, innocent tone. the setting is changed again, buzzing growing louder as your clit swells beneath the head of the toy.

“n-now i am,” it’s so much stimulation and the continuous, random changes of the settings make it so that you can’t catch your breath. just seeing you spread out for him on the bed has izuku’s eyes widening and growing teary as he thinks of how far this could go.

“already, huh?” izuku finds his confidence growing, a large palm coming down roughly against your ass. “know what, baby?”

he flicks his thumb against the button and the change has your eyes rolling back into your skull. some kind of noise comes from your parted, spit slicked lips in place of your voice.

“how about,” his eyes rise to connect with yours, gleaming with something filthy. “you don’t cum till i tell you to? is that alright, baby?”

KAMINARI DENKI & SERO HANTA + threesome

“so, about that bet..” a smug little smile has denki’s lips curling, and hanta’s eyes rolling in aggravation.

“seriously, dude? you wanna ask right now?”

“shut up, there’s no rule against it,” the blonde replies petulantly, sticking his tongue out and still fucking into you, maintaining his brutal pace with long, languid strokes. “so? we’re dying to know.”

you shudder, gagging on hanta’s cock as denki pulls you back onto his own, asscheeks slapping against his thighs.

“i don’t think she can answer you, idiot.” hanta bites back a moan, scoffing towards his best friend instead. denki’s shameless, moaning in between each word he says to either you or hanta.

“feelin’ good, baby?” his jaw clenches at the sight of hanta’s hand on your head, urging you to take his cock deeper into your throat.

the whole reason you’d even gotten into this situation was because the three of you found out you were all fucking one another on the down low. then questions were flying through the air like arrows, each of them hounding you about who you thought fucked better. i don’t know, you’d said, let’s all find out.

drool races down hanta’s balls as you choke on his length, which tenses and thickens on your tongue. “shit, i’m gonna cum,” he gasps, hanging his head and looking down at you with stars in his eyes. “w-will you swallow it all for me?”

“you’re losing for sure, couldn’t even last more than three minutes,” denki laughs, interrupting hanta’s moment of bliss with his stupidity. thankfully, he’s ignored, and hanta pretends he’s not even there, allowing himself to cum down your throat with a groan. he’s forced to steady himself by planting his hands on your back, already beginning to shake as your throat contracts around him.

“real greedy, huh?” he gasps, his voice raspy.

despite all his talk, denki follows suit, desperately rubbing at your clit so you’ll cum with him. thankfully, hanta pulls back to watch, fingers stroking over the taut muscles of your shoulders.

“fuck fuck fuck,” denki sobs, beads of sweat racing down his nose as he feels his body grow hotter. “b-baby, gonna cum inside you—”

your back arches, body nearly collapsing onto the bed. “i’m cumming too,” you manage, swallowing as tears fall from your eyes. your last demand is simple before you fall forward into the duvet. “d-denki, fuck me through it, please..”

hanta’s already hard just from your voices, slowly stroking his cock while denki pushes himself halfway in and lets go with a choked groan. cum spurts into you, and he pulls out quickly, watching as it pours from your sloppy cunt.

“well. i’m ready for another round.” hanta’s voice is playful but you and denki are exhausted, collapsing on one another with heaving sighs.

“dude, read the room,” denki huffs, wiping the sweat from your forehead and offering you a bottle of water.

“oh, you cannot be talking,” hanta snaps, fully naked and jumping up in astonishment. “i recall saying the exact thing when you were—”

they start arguing, and you just turn over and pray you fall asleep. even when they realize you’re trying to sleep, they go back and forth about waking you up.

SHINSOU HITOSHI + facesitting & squirting

“come here, now.”

“are you really sure? i can always just lay on my back like usual, i really don’t want to hurt you.”

hitoshi scoffs, impatiently waving you over with a bored huff. “i promise you won’t. sit down and stop worrying, baby.”

you balk at his lightly demanding tone, crawling across the bed and biting your lip as you position your thighs on either side of his head. still, you’re hesitant — it’s obvious in the way you’re hovering above his face.

“my tongue won’t be able to reach your clit,” hitoshi says bluntly, unimpressed with your nervousness. what are you so afraid of? you’ve been together for so long, you should know by now that he’d be happy to go out between your thighs. air simply doesn’t matter when your pleasure’s on the line.

a whimper slips past your lips and you lower yourself carefully, clit bumping into the tip of his nose. “is this good enough, toshi?”

“mhm,” comes his voice from below you; he’s entranced by the sight of your soaked pussy, practically dripping, all from a few well placed kisses along your body. “relax and enjoy it, okay? i want this—i want to taste you.”

“o-okay,” you huff out, and hitoshi rests a large hand on your asscheek. if he spanks you, you might lose your balance and crush him.

“don’t be afraid to make a mess for me, baby,” his last words are no louder than a whisper, and he gives your clit an experimental lick. his tongue is silky, sticky with the saliva that’s been pooling in his mouth at the thought of tasting you.

“again,” the command rushes past your lips before you can stop it. “lick my clit again.”

hitoshi’s hand comes down hard against your asscheek, and you waver above him; he notices your pointless resistance to sit fully. how cute, you’re that concerned for his ability to breathe.

“where are those manners, baby? as far as i’m concerned, you haven’t the liberty to ask for anything without fully sitting down.”

oh, so he’s trying to force you to take a seat.

but you shut up, lowering yourself down further, and hitoshi lets out a moan of approval, licking up your sticky pussy. glossy strings of slick gather on his tongue, and your taste is truly so addictive that he can’t help but rush in for more without taking a moment to breathe.

“oh, hitoshi,” you gasp, eyes rolling back. he’s pushed two fingers inside of you without any hesitation, filling you up and stretching you out deliciously. the initial sting before the rush of pleasure is a feeling that makes your head spin.

“mmm,” hitoshi groans deeply against your cunt, nose pushing into your clit as he speaks. “put your hand on your lower stomach for me.”

without asking questions, you do as he says, placing a hand right above your pelvic bone. his hand moves from your ass and comes down on top of yours, pushing it down into the soft skin.

“good girl,” hitoshi huffs out, lavishing your clit with attention from his tongue, curling his fingers inside you while also pressing your hand into your lower stomach. a new pressure builds inside you, white hot and only making your pussy even wetter.

what is this?

hitoshi feels the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm without needing a warning; your walls squeeze his fingers so hard they’re almost pushed out, muscles in your thighs tensing on either side of his head. “it’s coming, ‘s coming,” is all you can sob out to describe the unfamiliar feeling that’s taken place inside your body, “hitoshi, it’s gonna—”

oh, the way you say his name is something he’ll always commit to memory no matter how many times he’s heard it. your voice is frantic as you give in to the pleasure, sitting all the way down on his face and then grinding on it. this is what he was after the whole time—he wanted you to use him to get off, take the lead so he’d have no choice but to follow.

“hitoshi,” is all you can sob out, voice breaking into teary moans as you succumb to pleasure. out of control, your pussy gushes waterfalls of liquid onto his face, into his mouth, all over his skin.

even as you’re riding out the high on his face, hitoshi’s sure to help you through it, tonguing at your sensitive cunt and drinking in everything you’re giving him. “it’s t-too much, i can’t take it,” and you try to move off him, but he easily prevents you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking tightly.

the action pulls a pitched whine from you as you realize you cannot move away and catch a break from the intense pleasure.

“toshi—”

“that was fucking perfect,” he grunts against you, licking your mess off his lips eagerly. “i want you to do that again for me.”

“what was that?” you muster, lifting up with a gasp. your pussy made quite the mess — covering his entire face with shimmery slick and other juices.

“you squirted, baby,” hitoshi says simply, “and you’ll get more familiar with it in just a moment.”

“what’s that mean?” nervousness lines your words.

“you’ll get more acquainted with what it is after some practice. it’s better to learn sooner rather than later, hm?”

TAKAMI KEIGO + filming & orgasm denial

“hehe, is it on, kei?”

“shhh! it’s been on, babe.”

you suppress a cute laugh, looking back to the phone propped up on the dresser. from a distance, you see your reflection — you’re on your belly, between keigo’s thighs, face to face with his hard cock. you’d been going back and forth about when he’d go away on missions, how you both needed something better than your imaginations while you were apart.

keigo wiggles his hips, pushing close to you impatiently. you roll your eyes, making a show of leaning forward and taking him in inch by inch, until you’re gagging at his base.

“jesus, fuck—!” his back lurches off the bed and he laughs awkwardly at how quickly he’s reacting, but it dissolves into a groan almost immediately.

his fingers lightly ghost the sides of your face as he looks at you adoringly, “you’re beautiful when you’re sucking me off like this.”

you hum appreciatively, the vibrations resonating through his entire lower body and pulling a gasp from his throat. he wants to say more, but he doesn’t want to have to hear his own voice every second when he’s jerking off in the future.

just the thought of jerking off in the future makes a fantasy play like a video behind his eyes — you, fingering yourself to his moans and gasps of pleasure. how would your nimble fingers toy with your clit in place of his own? would you cry out his name as you cum, tears streaking down your face from the intensity of the stimulation? at the same moment, would he be thousands of miles away doing the exact same thing?

“s-shit, baby,” keigo stutters out a curse, his thighs trembling beneath your fingers, nails pressing into his skin to keep steady. “i’m gonna cum soon.”

his words spur you on, and you take him deeper, increasing your pace. the squelching sound of his cock stroking into your throat grows louder, filling the air. that video is about to become the most valuable file on his phone.

the desperation hangs off every word of his, sending a bolt of pleasure right between your legs. there’s a delicious tension in the air between you, and he’s raring to relieve it, hurtling closer to his orgasm by the millisecond.

one of the biggest pro heroes in japan has been reduced to a shaking mess by your touch; keigo’s wings flap violently, kicking up stray vermillion feathers and messing up the blankets. his voice breaks as you pull your head back, then take him deep into your throat. “i-i’m gonna cum— dove, swallow it all,” with two fingers, you tightly squeeze his base and pull off his cock with a pop.

“what are you—? why did you do that?” this denial is so frustrating that he feels a pathetic lump in his throat and tears pricking the corners of his eyes. he was so close to his euphoric high, only for you to rip it away.

“not yet,” is your calm answer as your free hand pushes his jolting hips down. “soon enough, keigo. let’s have some fun before you cum.”

his wings are trembling, quivering from the force in which his almost orgasm was ripped from his grasp. usually, he’d be annoyed, but this is so devastating and he can’t place why. he tries to nudge your head so you’ll suck him off to completion.

“i’m in control now,” you say into his skin, peppering featherlight kisses along his shaking thighs. you look back at the still recording phone on the dresser, and your lips split into a grin. “kei, it’ll be alright. just a few more times and you’ll be cumming in my mouth.”

he can’t help but feel like there’s dishonesty behind those singsongy words, and nods trustingly. “make me cum for real this time, baby.”

[stargirlygirl]

they see you in lingerie for the first time v.1

Midoriya Izuku / Bakugou Katsuki / Kirishima Eijirou / Todoroki Shoto / Shinsou Hitoshi x gender-neutral reader

Versions: Pro heroes , Villains

Scenario: You bought some lingerie online and now, it’s arrived in the mail. You go to your shared bedroom and try on the lingerie, telling your man to wait on the bed. You’ve got on a matching pair of heels and walk back into the bedroom from the walk-in wardrobe.

Word count: 680

Warnings: implied smutty activities but not actual smut, more fluff really honestly, swearing for Bakugou only (ya know?)

A/n: ALSO, please comment if you want to see a pro hero version of this like Endeavor, Sir Nighteye, Aizawa or a villains version with Shiggy and Dabi. I feel like that could be cool but lmk if that's something you would be interested in.

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midoriya izuku

blushing hard; whole face red asf, tops of his ears are red, chest, back of his neck, all red

mouth slightly openly, looking at you dumbly

you laugh at him and he just shakes his head, nervously. you come over to him, swaying your hips. his complexion gets impossibly more red and he starts looking around. you pull his face back to look at you as you straddle him. his hands lightly rest on your hips whilst his eyes continue avoid yours like the plague.

you end up peppering his face with kisses and he starts rambling how hot his honeybear looks, looking down and then back up at you

bakugou katsuki

literally eye-fucking with that shit-eating, possessive grin on his face as soon as you come out

a slight blush in cheeks, palms beginning to sweat as he wipes them on his clothed thighs

his obvious enjoyment of looking at you causes you blush hard and hide your face behind your hands as you laugh from embarrassment. when you put your hands down, he’s coming over to you. you close the distance between you two reflexively and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you into a rough kiss, smirk still plastered across his face as he tells you how fucking sexy you are and how you’re all his between kisses.

I’m sure you know the reason behind why you wake up sore and sleep-deprived the next morning

kirishima eijirou

eyes racking up and down you, trying to take in if he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing

not even blushing; he’s used to your lack of clothing at home by now

you do a little spin and he gives you that pointy smile you love so much

he leans back, running his hand through his spikey hair. you stand right in front of him now and he’s leans forward now, hands starting at your outer thighs and running up to your waist. he pulls you down onto his lap so you straddle him now. he looks you up and down for a moment and then tells you that you look so good for him.

you two kiss… and do much more that night

todoroki shoto

he just stares at you, brows slightly raised, mouth ever-so-slightly open, betraying his surprise

you giggle, happy that you’ve been able to surprise him. seeing you in such a good mood places a small smile on his face.

he doesn’t move until you’re close to him. he stretches his arms forward, hands capturing yours and guiding you to his lap. he smiles softly at you at you, groaning when you let go of his icy-hot hands and run your fingers through his hair. he tilts his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling. you begin leaving little kisses on his jaw and just below until his icy fingers are on your cheek, bringing your face to his and lips together.

you two lay down on the bed, making out for a while before moving into something even more slow, passionate, and intimate.

shinsou hitoshi

he has this lazy look in his eyes until you come out. and then suddenly, it’s like he’s been jolted back to life the moment he sees you.

he chuckles, voice slightly gruff, hand coming up to cover his mouth. with the other, he motions with his finger for you spin. and you do so, enjoying seeing that satisfied smile he gives you.

he stands up just before you get to him, hands stroking up and down your upper arms. “well, this is a surprise,” he raises his brow at you. you giggle in response, your hands finding his chest. he brings you into a sweet kiss, smirk still on his lips.

he asks you about the lingerie; when you bought it, if it’s comfortable, if you like it

you end up going back into the wardrobe and taking it off, changing back into one of Shinsou’s shirts before you two return to the living room and watch a movie, cuddled up together on the couch. he says something about “enjoying you later”.

[oblivionmind]

➤mha/bnha texts part three :3

➤incl: monoma neito, and shinsou hitoshi

➤scenario: you ask them for gym pics

➤an: what should I do next? :33

[court-jobi]

My Hero Academia | Masterlist

Requests are open if there's a character or scenario you'd like to see; don't be a stranger! Getting back into my writing groove and welcome any ideas~ I'm partial to the heroes solely out of familarity, but open to other characters as well, just listed some of my personal faves below..

completed asks/requested fics = *

For my main masterlist with other fandoms, check em out here~

((banners courtesy of the lovely saradika-graphics))

Katsuki Bakugou

Backpack Privileges - biker!reader Tuning Out, Tuning In - biker!reader Look Up, Darlin' - biker!reader You're It For Me - biker!reader Meal Prep | 18+ - biker!reader Unsee - biker!reader For Your Eyes Only | 18+ - biker!reader * WIP: biker!reader ask... - biker!reader Do It Scared * Uncanny Resemblance * HC: Phantom Spasms

Izuku Midoriya

Let's Heal Each Other When Asking Feels Right Reheat HC: Reheat Origins * Tagalong | 18+ish Runner's High | 18+ Alexa, Play... HC: Married!Izuku * HC: Married!Izuku SPICE | 18+ * HC: Phantom Spasms

HC: Clean Sheets (drabble)

Eijiro Kirishima

Settle, Riot HC: Phantom Spasms

Hitoshi Shinsou

HC: Phantom Spasms

Shoto Todoroki

Kissproof Tired Eyes

Tamaki Amajiki

HC: Phantom Spasms

Toshinori Yagi | Allmight

TBD

Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead

How'd You Know (I Needed This) Learn By Doing

Hizashi Yamada | Present Mic

TBD

Keigo Takami | Hawks

Goldeneye Down Flip of a Switch | 18+ The Bet The Bet (Hawks' Version) | 18+ Aquarium Date Who Has the Mic? *

Taishiro Toyomitsu | Fat Gum

TBD

[doumadono]

Ahh I actually caught it on Sinful Sunday for once?

Cool cool!

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

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

SINFUL SUNDAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A little trail of blood dripped down their exposed neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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