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dream-theory · 3 years ago

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omg omg … june truly you are too good at this?? baku’s conflicted feelings at the beginning, not wanting to see shinsou fuck you but still so turned on against his will…n then shinsou using his quirk ON BAKU………. when he said “get on top” i was like vibrating 👁👁 + the way you described reader’s facial expressions omg

i’d kinda forgotten about my ntr kink but damn is she back in full force 😭😭

pulling strings

katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x hitoshi shinsou 18+ mdni wc: 3.3k warnings: consensual cuckolding that turns into noncon, threesome, exhibitionism/voyeurism, quirk play (mind control), light voice kink, bondage, anal (m/m), overstimulation, cumshot, no aftercare a/n: please heed the warnings, especially the first one. The encounter starts out consensual, but shinsou breaks the rules. It's fairly new territory for me, but in classic June fashion, it ends kinda... soft? Not really but something like that. This is my very taboo entry for the Cummunity server’s tender taboos collab. The assignment was to push your boundaries so I did! Thank you so much to @thegetoufather @titan-fodder @lady-lunaaa and @hoe-doroki for your support, I could not have done this without ya'll.

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Katsuki should know better. It’s stupid to think that locker room banter stays in the locker room, especially with a fucker that makes his entire living out of getting people to talk.

While Katsuki changes out of his sweaty costume at the agency, Shinsou strolls in and whips off his knockoff capture weapon. After shoving it into his own locker, he strikes up a conversation. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.” It’s an observation that would be practically harmless from anyone else, but Shinsou always has an angle, something he’s leading you into.

Katsuki considers being a complete ass and not answering, but hell if he’s going to let that bastard intimidate him, quirk be damned. “Been busy,” he grunts, unlacing his heavy black boots.

Shinsou hums to himself. “Picking up extra shifts? Or is that new arm candy of yours keeping you under lock and key?”

Katsuki’s boots clatter into his locker before he slams the door shut. “I know you’re not talking about my girlfriend, extra.”

“Oh shit,” Shinsou chuckles, which only infuriates Katsuki more. “Touchy.”

He knows he’s getting riled up, knows he’s letting Shinsou ignite the anger that’ll just get the better of him, but he can’t help it. Yeah, therapy has helped him manage his rage over the years, but he’s still himself, still human, still capable of volatility. So Katsuki walks right up to him, a still gloved finger jabbing at his spandex-covered chest. “Whatever bullshit you’re getting at, you better just spit it out now.” He saves all the threats on the tip of his tongue because goddamnit, he’s beyond that.

Nonchalant even with a fist in his face, Shinsou smirks. “She’s hot.”

Katsuki grips the front of Shinsou’s shirt. “I don’t need you to fuckin’ tell me that.”

“I wasn’t done.” Shinsou lifts his own hand, inspecting the chipped nail polish on his fingers like his life isn’t in danger. “She’s hot, and I was thinking about asking her out before you did. Obviously I didn’t get to, so I was just wondering if she’s good in bed or not.”

Katsuki’s brain short circuits. How is he supposed to respond to that? Who goes around asking shit like this? His lip curls over his gums. This freak, apparently. He pulls Shinsou’s shirt a little more before pushing him back into the locker just hard enough to make a point. “None of your fucking business.”

He stalks away then, tearing off his gloves and cramming them into his gym bag before shoving his feet into his street shoes. There’s no reason to stay here listening to this crap; clearly Shinsou wants to start a fight. And since Katsuki knows better, he needs to get out of there before he starts making decisions he regrets.

Just before Katsuki walks out, Shinsou speaks again, clearly intending for the other man to hear him. “Figures. The hottest ones never are.”

The insult is the key to Katsuki’s undoing—the implication that his partner is less than the absolute best, because he knows differently. And despite his better judgment, he’s willing to go pretty far in order to prove it.

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You’ve always looked prettiest riding on top, thinks Katsuki. The view is especially nice from where he sits now, fully naked in a chair off to the side of his bed. It’s excruciating, watching you bounce on another man’s cock, especially one as smug and shitty as Shinsou. Katsuki can barely take it, cursing himself for being the one to orchestrate this arrangement, Shinsou for taking him up on it, and you for being into it. Then he looks down in his own lap, unsure if he’s pissed because he’s hard or hard because he’s pissed.

“Feels good, baby,” Shinsou groans, his hands finding your hips and rolling them forward over his cock. Katsuki’s own erection jumps when you whine in response, eyes squeezing closed as your mouth drops open. You’re gorgeous—powerful—riding him like that, quad muscles hard and shaking with effort. Shit, he thinks, is this how good you look when you’re speared on top of him, too? He should invest in a bigger mirror, put it right by the bed so he can see you like this without having to invite a third person over.

“Naughty girl,” Shinsou purrs before slapping your ass with gusto and shivering with pleasure when you whine some more. “You’re bad,” he goes on, that husky voice of his grating on Katsuki’s last nerve. “Getting off on me while your boyfriend is right there watching?”

Katuski growls low in his throat, reluctantly fisting his cock when you sob in response. The rules had been made explicitly clear beforehand: no quirks, no name-calling. Katsuki doesn’t want to be held liable for what he’d do if that purple fuck called you a slut. In return, he’s supposed to keep his own mouth shut, which is its own punishment. He’s half waiting for Shinsou to slip up so he can call this whole thing off, he hates it so much. The other half—the one that’s aroused beyond expectation—would never forgive him if he did. So instead, Katsuki sets his jaw and strokes himself in time with your movements, imagining himself under you, your pussy around his shaft.

Shinsou spanks you again, eliciting another sweet whimper that sends tingles down to Katsuki’s balls. “I know, I know,” Shinsou rumbles. It’s fucking disgusting the way he talks to you, but for your sake, Katsuki bites his tongue. The safe word is ‘red’ and you haven’t called it, so he tries to let it roll off his back like water, focusing on the ripples of heat flowing to his core every time you make another noise.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close.”

Katsuki is ashamed at the moan he lets out when he hears you admit it. If Shinsou heard it, he better not saying a single fucking word. Katsuki won’t look him in the eye, flat out refuses to, but fixes his gaze instead on Shinsou’s cock where it sinks deep inside you, between your shaking thighs. You’re right on the edge, Katsuki can tell by the way you lock up and tremble, just waiting to tip over the edge. This is when he would normally rub your clit and say something, praising you for taking him or begging you to come apart on his cock, but he bites it all back, holding himself at a distance for his own sanity until you shatter.

With a guttural moan, your body goes rigid, perched upright on Shinsou’s lap like the goddamn goddess you are. Panting, Katsuki squeezes his thumb and forefinger into a tight ring around his hilt, effectively cutting himself off as Shinsou’s pistoning hips roll to a slow stop. His face is scrunched like he’s dragging himself back from the edge, and Katsuki gets it: you look so fucking good, squeeze so fucking tight when you cum, it’s hard to hold on.

Slowly, you unravel, sinking from your high. Shinsou helps you slide off of him and lays you down on the bed before rising to his feet. “Gotta piss, be right back.” The fucker wobbles toward the ensuite as Katsuki stumbles to your side.

The bathroom door clicks shut while Katsuki settles beside you. You’re still catching your breath, curled in the aftershocks of your climax as he runs his knuckles down your back. “You ok? Do you wanna stop?” He searches your face for any sign of hesitation, but you turn over with an easy smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“No, no, I’m good. Are you good?” You’re breathless, floating on another plane, and it makes Katsuki’s stomach burn to think he’s not the one that took you there, but—

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Just fuckin’ jealous.”

“What the fu—”

Hearing his own voice behind him, Katsuki whips his head around, but he can’t stop himself before the eerie blankness washes over his body, which no longer feels like his own. He sees Shinsou—fucking bastard, a fucking dead man as soon as Katsuki snaps out of the brainwashing—with his goddamn voice changer on. Stupid, stupid mistake.

Leaving the voice changing device on, Shinsou orders with Katsuki’s voice, “Go sit on the chair and don’t move, loser.” As much as Katsuki rages inside his head, his numbed body moves without his consent, abandoning you on the bed. He can’t speak, can’t even bare his teeth no matter how hard he tries. Instead, he obeys, moving efficiently to the chair and sitting down as he had been before.

“Shinsou, stop it. We said no quirks. This is over.” You sit upright on the bed as Katsuki stares unflinchingly forward. He can’t do anything until Shinsou tells him to or something breaks his mind control state, like a slap or a punch. Katsuki has no clue if you know that, and Shinsou sure as hell isn’t gonna tell you.

Before you can even get off the bed, Shinsou’s capture weapon cracks like a whip from his hand. Katsuki screams so loud inside his head he almost passes out, but he can do nothing but watch Shinsou bind you with a few swift motions. Your arms are trapped against your sides, ankles tied to your thighs as you’re forced onto your back with your legs bent. You continue to thrash, though you can’t break free—at least that tells Katsuki you’re not brainwashed, despite the fact that you responded to him too. You know that part of Shinsou’s quirk as well as Katsuki does.

It’s too easy for Shinsou to plant his knees between where yours are spread and grind his cock over your folds, still wet from your first release. He groans at the sensation, even as your back arches and you try to wriggle away. He simply holds your shoulders down and slicks himself up with your cream. You whine over every nudge to your clit. “Yeah, that’s good, baby,” Shinsou croons in Katsuki’s gravelly baritone.

“Red, re—” you begin to plead, and then your face falls blank, your body limp.

“Just be quiet now,” Shinsou shushes. While you lie there under his spell, Shinsou sits back, using his now-free hands to tap the head of his cock against your pussy, devouring you with his eyes.

Katuski is going to kill him. As soon as he’s back in his body again, he’ll make Shinsou wish he never even looked at you. His heart pounds in the otherwise empty husk he currently inhabits because there isn’t a single goddamn thing he can do for you. Worse yet, his dick is straining between his legs, harder than before as Shinsou shoves several pillows under your hips.

“Just needed you to stop fighting me for a minute, babe,” Shinsou says before moving to the corner of the mattress. Why doesn’t he take the fucking support gear off? Katsuki hates it—he fucking hates seeing that monster’s hands on you so much that he’s almost relieved when Shinsou’s gaze turns to his chair.

“Join us,” Shinsou says as if it’s merely a suggestion. Dread settles in Katuski’s gut as his dead limbs carry him to the edge of the bed. “Good boy,” Shinsou sighs on his borrowed vocal chords. “Now get on top of her.” Katsuki pictures himself blowing Shinsou’s head clean off his body with an AP shot. Against his will, he obeys.

The view would be familiar if not for the cold expression on your face. Katsuki loves hovering over you, giving you exactly what you need in bed, taking care of you while you cling to him, but there is no warmth in this embrace, no passion.

“Put your cock in her.” Katsuki’s body does as it’s told, sinking into your sloppy cunt where it’s propped up for him. He still feels your warmth, the light hug of your walls, but it’s foreign, the sensations so wrong.

“Don’t let her go,” Shinsou instructs.

As Katsuki cages you in with his arms, you gasp, eyelids fluttering.

“What the fuck? Shinsou please, please stop.” You’re still bound by the capture weapon and trapped by Katsuki’s own body, but at least he released you from his quirk. And at least it’s Katsuki who’s filling you.

“I need all my brainwashing power to make him fuck you, baby. Just try to enjoy it, hm?”

Inside his head, Katsuki is raging. He fucking hates it, not being in control, not being able to put Shinsou in his fucking place. Katsuki would do anything, absolutely anything, to get you out of this room, away from this fucking bastard, but he can’t, and it’s killing him, even though he can’t show it. You must know it, though. You have to know, because even though you can’t touch him, you look up with pleading eyes and tell him, “It’s ok. I’m ok.”

Two cold fingers skim Katsuki’s ass to press over his hole, and Katsuki’s stomach flips. They’re covered in slick—your slick. Shinsou drags them in circles around Katsuki’s entrance, letting a low hum escape his throat. He presses again at the pucker. “Relax this,” he demands, and Katsuki feels the muscles release in a way they couldn’t without the encouragement of Shinsou’s quirk. Shinsou swirls his rim a few more times before pushing in, and for a moment, Katsuki sees only white.

He can’t react, can’t respond as Shinsou’s fingers crook blindly inside him, searching for his prostate. He feels the heat, the movement, everything, but he can’t clench, or thrust, or moan. It’s like he’s in some kind of simulation where nothing is real but it feels like it is. Pressure builds in his pelvis, twisting in his stomach, but there’s nothing he can do about it except wait to explode.

Shinsou’s stolen voice drips with condescension as he adds one more finger. “Go on, Bakugou. Fuck her just the way she likes.”

Katsuki’s hips buck forward, grinding into your pussy while Shinsou’s fingers follow behind. The pressure builds, pulsing in his gut while you whimper with every thrust. It’s not fair, the way he’s being used to fuck and be fucked. Physical impact used to break Shinsou’s brainwashing, but it seems he’s gotten stronger at holding that bond. A moan catches in Katsuki’s throat when Shinsou removes his fingers, escaping as nothing more than a breath as he continues to plunge into your heat. You cling to his biceps for dear life, mouth open in ecstasy.

Two hands return to Katsuki’s hips, pulling back with a firm command, “Stop.” He’s almost completely pulled out of you when he stills, only the tip still inside. A bead of sweat trickles down his face, dripping off his cheek onto your chest as you pant underneath him. You’re blissed out, making that goofy, cock-drunk face he loves so much. Katsuki dares to think you might actually be enjoying this.

Shinsou’s thumbs dig into his cheeks, spreading him open. The slick head of his cock teases at Katsuki’s rim before sliding inside, only a few inches deep. Katsuki doesn’t know when Shinsou lubed up, but then again, he couldn’t hear much of anything over your moans and the sloshing of your cunt. And he’d never admit it, not in a million years, but Shinsou’s cock feels amazing.

Katsuki’s head swims, pent-up and exhausted. At the same time, it feels so fucking good to be wrapped in you after watching Shinsou fuck you for so long. The fullness behind him only makes everything feel hotter, heavier, more deliberate. This isn’t how this was supposed to turn out, but now that Katsuki is here, furious as he is, he can’t fight how good it feels.

When Shinsou pushes the rest of the way in and orders, “Fuck her again. Slow,” Katsuki is almost thankful.

He moves like he’s wading through sludge, grinding against your abused pussy before languidly pulling out again. Shinsou leans his weight into Katsuki’s ass, thrusting sharply before dragging his cock out. He’s so thick, filling every inch of Katsuki’s insides and pressing against every tender spot that sends twinges to his spine. The motion pushes Katsuki deeper inside you, but he doesn’t even try to fight it anymore. He doesn’t think about anything, doesn’t even have to try because his entire body is on autopilot. The overstimulation takes over, his body so heavy it becomes weightless. He’s so hard it hurts, the pressure between his legs about to burst. His dead eyes stare down at you, a beautiful mess, your mouth hanging open in euphoria, until he can’t see anymore. His ears fill with cotton. He ceases to exist.

With a sudden snap and then a hoarse scream, Katsuki releases. His eyes roll back in his head, his chin thrown back as his cock pulses, shooting line after line of hot cum inside you. It hits him like a tidal wave, the sights and sounds of the room coming back into focus, his limbs screaming with effort now that he can finally feel them again. He can’t close his mouth, can’t stop choking on hollow sobs and moans, his entire body shaking.

“Fuck, fuck—” With a hand to Katsuki’s lower back, Shinsou pulls out, growling as he strokes himself the rest of the way there. He climaxes with a gasp, his release painting Katsuki’s back. Though the brainwashing has been broken, it’s involuntary when Katsuki moans at the warm streams of cum trickling over his shoulder blades, pooling in the dimples on his lower back. Completely spent, Katsuki’s body betrays him again, his softening cock jumping with arousal before his arms buckle and he collapses on top of you.

The world is still fuzzy and surreal around him. Your limbs tangle with his, holding him tight despite the fact that you’re both lying in a puddle of sweat and cum. His face resting in the crook of your shoulder, Katsuki focuses on breathing, just allowing the feeling to return to his tingling body as the tension starts to ease.

Shinsou climbs off the bed; Katuski loses track of him. All he can see is the bedsheets underneath your lolling head. All he can hear is your heartbeat fluttering against him. He retreats into himself until finally, the horizon starts to clear. Katsuki lifts his head.

Shinsou pulls on his clothes, his duffel zipped up by his feet. He’s smart to try and make a quick exit—if he waited until Katsuki could get his feet under him, he’d be as good as dead. He’s dazed, the look on his face vacant but content as he shoves his arms first, then his head into a hoodie. With his bag in hand, he heads for the door.

Katsuki crawls off you, dragging himself up onto his knees. The cum on his back has gone tacky, clinging to his dewy skin and catching the cool air as Katsuki moves. “Fuck you, Shinsou. The fucking hell was that?”

Though he’s halfway out the door, Shinsou’s lip curls. His grin blooms, showing rows of straight teeth, sinister as they bite down on the tip of his tongue, then as quickly as it appeared, it’s gone. He shrugs, like what just happened was all a dream. The aching in Katsuki’s back and your body still trembling assures him it wasn’t.

“Hah. Doesn’t matter if you liked it that much, does it?”

In another blink, Shinsou is gone. Katsuki shivers across his back, the room suddenly too empty, too silent. He has no idea what to say, no idea what he’s supposed to do now, afraid that Shinsou might actually be right.

#truly the dynamic #it’s about the DYNAMIC #so good so spicy #not to mention june’s gorgeous writing as always #tw noncon #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #recs.bnha #recs

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deartouya · 3 years ago

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my tags deleted </3 so i'm adding what thoughts i remembered here :((

the setting !! you described the beach so well, the colors and and the lighting !! it makes it feel real, like you're prying up a memory. it really captures the small town feel !! like the place you always come home to during a summer break

sero !! oh my god you made him so hot ;-; all the piercings and tattoos ?? it sounds so pretty </3 lotus flowers and koi fish and the bun !! oh my god ?!? also also oh my god the clothes you put him in ?? absolutely perfect 100% what i picture him wearing

tattoos !! more tattoo talk i love it! asjkdjks butterfly ?!? that's so cute oh my god punching the air he's so ?!? i can't. oof i can feel the set up for some angst with the leaving talk </3

butterfly makes me pause every time <3 aaah the vespa !! please the idea of him on a lil scooter <33 i love it and it makes so much sense. hehe tatted man on a silly little vespa

he's so cute ;-; also i know sero is a romantic <33

"he softly pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth, his tongue poking out to clean off the lingering sauce." i am ?!? hiding my face in my lil hands oh my god. casual affection kills me but !! it fits him so so well !!

the pool scene !!! sobbing ;-; kai, you're so so good at describing scenes and creating a lil tension !! you make it feel like i'm watching a movie or like i'm watching it happen in front of me!

DENKI !! i love the little cameo !! sero using his pool is so funny oml

aaah august !! oh my god the daunting air about it and the build up !! their last night together i am sobbing in the corner ;-; it's just the... the inevitability of it and the time meaning more than you would've thought in the beginning ;-; partners in crime :((

AHHH the ending !! bumping back into him on campus :(( such a good end which, without undermining the bitter sweetness of the last day scene, set up a happy ending for them

overall kai !! Oh my god this was such a good summer piece!! It felt like a love letter to summer breaks and the way you write sero is my weakness ;-; i have been converted :') such a good read, thank you so much for writing this !! will definitely be returning to read this more

𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀

დ ft. sero hanta & gn!reader

დ wc: 7.8k

დ info + warnings: college au, quirkless au, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, suggestive, swearing, alcohol consumption, food.

დ summary: a trip to your hometown for the summer brings you an unexpected series of adventures in the form of a man named sero hanta.

დ a/n: ah i love this piece so i hope you all enjoy it too. also, i recommend listening to never not by lauv while reading or when you finish up—it’s a very fitting song :)

this party fucking sucked.

you couldn’t put your finger on why it was such a drag; maybe you’d grown out of your partying phase, gotten enough of it the past two years of university. had the scene at the kappa xi sigma house become bland? or maybe it had to do with the fact that the beer pong and blaring music that was meant to serve as a distraction was proving to be more annoying than a useful diversion.

the answer that was staring you in the face, the one you knew was most likely, was the last one you wanted to consider.

the excitement of returning to campus with your friends felt dull this year. the transition from summer break to the fall semester had left a foreign void in your life. the annual welcome party hosted by greek life seemed like the perfect way to fill that void; they’d been fun in the past, anyway. but now that you were here, sitting on the fourth step of the staircase with a concoction of who knew what in your red solo cup, it was obvious that your intentions were backfiring. because instead of providing you any consolation, the party was only reminding you of what you were trying to force yourself to forget; your time with him.

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#i'm sorry this is kinda late ;-; i was discouraged by tumblrs stupidity #but #i have officially been inducted oh my god #venus.recs #recs.bnha #recs.sero #🌧; look back tag

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dream-theory · 3 years ago

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i’m whisper screaming this is so fucking funny

FUCK BOY CLASS 1A

CLASS 1A X F!READER

masterlist

BAKUGOU

•maybe you think “what’s he hiding behind all that anger 😥😥😥 he can’t really be all that mean 🤔🤔🤔 i can fix him!!”

• NO

• he has no idea where these girls get the notion he’s some mystery that needs to be solved, he’s very up front about being a terrible guy

•works for him if he means he can hit tho

•after he nuts (in you cuz he’s a shit and ‘condom no feel good’) it’s ‘aight clear out bitch ur stinking up the apartment’

•is just straight up mean to you but you think he’s just bad at expressing emotions so you stick around

•i mean it’s that too but i think if he tells you that he’s ‘fucked way hotter girls than you so you’re lucky hes slumming it’ then he’s an asshole no?

• honestly if u stick with him you don’t respect yourself enough lady

•he’s not worth the stress babes leave rn

• he one of them weird ones that gets attached to you even tho they’ve slept with your sister and your best friend

•fights your ex at a party because ??? dude legit didn’t look at him

• scares guys off from you bc ur ‘his’ but literally shows up at ur place with hickeys on his neck

•he’ll probably go thru a period where he doesnt leave you alone, then ghosts you, then 2 months later he replies to your story with ‘wyd’

•in conclusion, he isn’t secretly sweet, he isn’t secretly romantic and loving, he is just what he seems so RUN

MIDORIYA

•now here’s a doozy

• when you meet hes so nice 🥺 oh isnt he so lovely and nice 🥺 he’s so kind🥺

•oh look he helps you study 🥺

•omg he remembers your favourite food 🥺

•omg his dick is so big 🥺

•omg he’s blocked your number and acts like he doesn’t know you in the halls 🥺

• if you fuck with fuck boy izuku i pray for you bc you were already in love with him girl

• like the way he makes girls feel so special and then drops them so quickly it’s literally insane

• but if u walk up to him and he does the whole idk u thing he’ll still be nice bc...

•he has pussy to crush, lives to ruin, he can’t go spoiling his image

• he’ll give you a ‘i’m sorry, i think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t think we’ve ever met 😄’ and then walk away as his friends turn to stare at you

• has a thing for virgins, loves making them trust him with their first time just to fuck them over in the long run

•he’ll be nice 🥺💞💞🥺🥺🥺 of course, just what he does after will kinda ruin the memory for you

• that’s what he wants tho, doesn’t feel bad even a tiny bit

• malicious intent 🤗

TODOROKI

• dude goes for the emotions then the vagina, in that order

•he likes the game, likes making you really believe he cares about you

• before dropping you after you give him what he wants

• he’ll talk about his daddy issues n be like ‘wow,, i’ve never told anyone that before...’

• you tell that to every girl you come within 6 feet of don’t like to me shouto todoroki

• makes it seem like he trusts YOU so you trust him

• wants to fuck you in a way that seems to have like a really emotional build up, maybe like after you share some personal stuff too (it gets him so horny when girls cry)

• has terrible dick game. i’m sorry it’s really bad

• he’ll constantly ask ‘did u cum?’ as well

• doesn’t know what a clit is, pretends to

•does the most on your left labia

• that’s if he ever tries to finger you, mostly it’s just right in the with the disappointer 1000

•after the fact he will either ghost you or act like he’s in love with you just so he can hit again, depending on what moods he’s in

•”i’ve never felt like this before” i will hit you

•talks shit about u for no reason

• i hate him

#finally an accurate representation!!!#scumbag man rights!!#kept waiting for it to be cute but naw #bnha #recs #recs.bnha

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