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melanatedkink · 5 months ago

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Not This Time, Love

Pairing: Y/NxShinsou

Pro Hero AU (aged-up obviously)

Warnings: Sensory deprivation, angst to comfort, masturbation (Y/N recieving) slight dumbification themes, mentions of love, baby, sweetheart, daddy; comfort sex, aftercare

When you two first got together, it was pretty established that you were both night owls. You met him at an early morning diner, one you had been working for a few years. At that hour, all you had were the regular party animals slinking in for something to soak up the liquor in their systems, or the occasional sidekick getting ready to punch out of their night patrols. As far as the pros were concerned, not one would be caught dead in a tiny diner like this. It wasn't a chain, nor was it close to the city or high end neighborhoods they typically resided in. So, when Mindjack appeared after a sea of drunkards had found their usual seats, you were utterly confused. Was this even the same man? The one you'd caught glimpses of on TV? It would be one hell of a cosplay if not.

As you made your way to take his order, though, someone had gotten the idea that pinching your butt would bring them coffee faster. You were used to the occasional handsy customer. You were ready to play bouncer, when a looming shadow put stop to your readied retort.

"You wanna try that again?" Mindjack bellowed behind you.

The bleary eyed coward didn't even give him a chance to fully activate his quirk, turning and ushering his friends to the other side of the diner, mumbling something about his aura being creepy.

As you turned, you found a sheepish hero, thumbing at the mask dangling around his neck.

"A-are you good?" he stuttered.

You thought a man of his stature would be running on adrenaline from an altercation, but it seemed that had the opposite effect on him. What a cutie.

"Yes sir, thank you for your service," you winked," Are you good, though?"

He sighed, retaking his seat," Never done that before,"

He said that, but ever since that morning, he was showing up to the diner around the same time. Just in case he needed more practice in defending your honor.

Months had nearly become a year filled with change. Mindjack, formally introduced to you as Hitoshi Shinsou, never lost his prepencity to protect you. He opted to invite you to his side of town to live in, and recently has been pushing you to give up your job. And, although the idea was great, it was hard enough to find a job in the first place considering your horrible worries of becoming a burden again. See, you had never finished school, which meant you were sent back your folks' home without a degree for them to boast about and a sizeable hole in their bank accounts. It seemed to take forever to get a job, and it took even longer for you to become independent. Your friends even offered handouts just to get you your own place faster, seeing as you weren't going to be finishing the semester with them, and they still wanted you close. Something about the look of pity in their eyes stung. It didn't feel generous. It felt like a burden. You felt like a burden.

Somehow, that realization set a precedent of you needing to be independent. Meaning you had to do this by yourself. You weren't at school anymore, sucking up thousands just to be a C average student. That meant you were an adult. And adults needed to be responsible for themselves. Their goals. Their mistakes. It was all on you. That was the message that was hammered into you your entire childhood. There was no way that wouldn't apply now.

Unfortunately, these days, it was getting tiresome to uphold that level of independent thinking. Not tiresome. Overwhelming. Every day felt as if you were playing a different role. You'd be the adult your folks wanted when they called to check up on you. You didn't want to worry them. You'd be the square, reassuring old soul with your friends. You needed to be there for them. You'd be the level-headed manager at your job. Somebody had to keep it together, and you were the best. And you'd be the low maintenance partner for Shinsou when he came home from work. Something you had felt pride in doing at first but now...

Oil from the pan popped you right out of your thoughts. Your sandwich was sitting on the plate, waiting for you. You sighed, turned the stove off, and headed to the living room. The TV wasn't on, indicating your boyfriend was hard at work filing a report. Before you, he'd do this at the office. Though, knowing you were close motivated him to finish faster for more cuddles. He focus broke as soon as you entered.

"You almost done?" you sweetly asked.

He nodded, pecking your cheek as you placed his food on the coffee table.

"You didn't have to, sweetheart," he crooned," But yeah, I have about three more pages to fill out, and I'll be all yours,"

You flashed him a warm smile before heading down the hall to change for bed. As soon as you closed the door, the silence of the house crept into the crevices of your fragile mind. It was dark due to the hour, but you couldn't turn on the light. Being reminded of a home you could never a hope to afford sent pins and needles through your blood. You turned to the bed, its comfort mocking you. It was like everything kept reminding you that you didn't deserve it. You were an intruder. You didn't work for any of this. You were a-

Your jaw clenched tight while you gingerly peeled the covers back, and settled in the best you could, facing away from Hitoshi's spot. Cuddles could wait. Cuddles would be something to look forward to as the tears of exhaustion started up again. You had done this song and dance many times. You clutched the underside of the pillow, and pressed your sniffles into the fabric. You'd force horrible conjectures about yourself, just to "get it all out" faster. Then you'd listen for Shinsou to come back. Wait, how long did it take for him to finish again?

The bed dipped behind you, making you flinch. When did he get in here? Why didn't you notice? While you were beating yourself up for slipping, Shinsou pressed his chest up against you. He wiggled a little, sighing into your hair and petting it.

"Cuddles?" he pressed.

"Mhmm," you relaxed your shoulders, silently hoping he'd take that as sign that this position was fine. However-

"Can you face me? I want to hold you tonight," he suggested.

Dang it. You swore he was using a soft tone out of spite. But he didn't know, right? Just play it off.

"You're holding me now, baby," you reminded him.

"Pleeease?" he groaned.

It was dark. It was safe to turn around. You flipped your pillow and flopped in front of him. As promised, Shinsou's long, heavy arm wrapped behind your back. His fingers lightly scratched at your back, bordering on tickling. Silence still made you a little uneasy, especially when his ministrations came to a halt.

Just chill out. He probably fell asleep. You tried to relax in his hold when Shinsou suddenly found something to say.

"Why do you cry without telling me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe a couple. You couldn't tell; you'd gone completely rigid at his accusation.

"Sweetheart," his fingers snaked across the back of your neck," why are you hurting by yourself?"

It was dark. He couldn't see the tears welling up, but you could feel his eyes. He scooted so he could press his forehead against yours.

"I noticed you started flipping your pillow once I come to bed. I just thought you were trying to hide your phone or something, but one night, you had gone to the bathroom. I checked your pillow. It was still... how long? What's bothering you, honey?"

You curled in on yourself. That was the thing with juggling so many personas. None of them allowed you to be vulnerable like this. There wasn't a mask ready for this situation. You shielded yourself the best you could as you sniffled quietly.

He hummed. You were at least allowing yourself to cry. But there was no way in heaven nor hell you were going to bed with a wet pillow again.

"Close your eyes," You did as he said. He planted a soft, firm kiss to your unsuspecting lips. You whined at the contact, but he didn't let up until you slowly began kissing him back,"Keep your eyes closed, and listen to everything I say, okay?"

His fingers traveled down your spine and over your tummy, laying you on your back. He pressed his body against your side, dotting kisses down your neck and shoulder.

"I want you," he whispered into your skin, "Open your legs if you want me,"

You spread your legs, breathing still uneven as your tears were still waning. He pushed his hand underneath the waistband, and cupped your sex saying," I love you." in a way that conveyed so much more than an affirmation. It felt like a blanket of reassurance. It was dark behind your eyelids. With his weight on your side, it felt safe. He played with you beneath your clothes, encouraging every little sound you made until you were ready for his fingers. Slowly, Shinsou spread you open, moaning along with you while he pushed inside.

"Take my finger, love. Focus on how it feels,"

Your cheeks were on fire. Something about is his word choice felt so exposed. Like he was exposing you akin to the way his finger was exposing your insides to the embers of pleasure. You grabbed at his working arm, not to stop him, just to comfort yourself. His chest rumbled in approval. You were clenching now as Shinsou wiggled around inside you. Maybe it was your mind, maybe it was his total control of the situation but you whispered," C-can I ... Can I call you daddy?"

It was so meek the way you said it, which earned you another finger aimed directly at your sweet spot. If you were allowed to open your eyes, they'd be crossed from the way he angled perfectly inside.

"Listen carefully, you hear that?" The sound of your arousal mingled nicely with your moans," Sounds like you're feeling good,"

Your nails dug into him. Your hips ground into his palm, the friction becoming unbearably addictive. You needed to sink lower.

"Daddy~ hah Daddy can I please have more? I want all of you,"

He hummed to himself," Only if you promise to remember something," Shinsou slipped from your entrance and rolled you on your side, facing away from him. The tip of his burning shaft parted your hole, teasing and creating more of a mess,"Tell me you earned this,"

Your mind went blank. You'd never heard anything like that in your life. You were certain you were aware of you kinks, but the way the command seared your core, you found yourself incredibly wrong.

"It's okay baby. You're just telling me the truth," He teased himself inside again, "You know it's true. All you have to do is say it,"

And with a frustrated sigh, you yielded.

"I earned it,"

Your confirmation quickly shot up into a high squeal. Shinsou didn't mean to push all the way in at once. Yet, with the mess you were making, it was almost a necessary accident.

"Ohhh God," he moaned into your shoulder, as he began to grind into you. He hooked his arm under your thigh, keeping you open for him to rock his hips into you. You grabbed at your pillow for support, tears springing in your eyes from the feeling of him spearing into you.

"And you're right," he grunted," You fucking earned it. All. of. this." he accented each word with a forceful thrust," You hear me? I love you. I appreciate - ah fuck - I appreciate everything you do for me. So let me - oh God - Let me fucking take care of you,"

His movements were becoming erradic as he was making a point to hammer in his thoughts into every corner of your body. Your mind had melted deliciously by now. You blindly took every word as fact, feasting on it like you were starving. He was right. No wonder you loved him. He made it a point to protect you, take care of your every need even when you found yourself unable to justify that level of trust. Just as you somehow earned this life of ease, he'd earned that level of trust.

With that you screamed," Daddy! I love you so much, 'm sorry. I want you. I-I need you! I need Daddy please,"

"Oh fuck, you have me. Never fucking forget that,"

He bit into your shoulder finding himself on the verge of crashing into that high head on. He could barely muster a warning before his eyes screwed shut, and he slammed his hips right into you, releasing a flurry broken moans. His sounds kick-started your orgasm. You shuddered and squealed through your high, your nails creating permanent indents in your poor pillow.

As you both floated back to earth, Shinsou relaxed his jaw. Luckily, he didn't draw blood, but he was still uneasy about the indents he could feel in his kisses. Your voice cut his thoughts short.

"To everyone else, I have to have it together, or I'm treated like I can't do shit right. That's why I can't ask for help. Or at least, it feels impossible to," you admitted," I just didn't want to be incompetent to you,"

He scoffed,"There's not a chance. You can't be an incompetent partner because you are you. Not because you don't ask for things,"

This time, you took the initiative to lay into his chest, facing him. You pecked little kisses into his collarbone while he rubbed your back. All your life you needed those words. Since Shinsou believed them, you could too.

"Now, what are we watching tonight?"

You chuckled dryly," Nice try, I have work,"

"Oh no no, you're calling out,"

You wrenched yourself away from his neck," Nooo-"

You were cut off by his finger on your lips. He leaned right in front of your face, close enough to feel his breath as he whispered,"I'm not done taking care of you, sweetheart. Simple. As. That,"

#man this was a long one #thanks for reading #mha #shinsou angst #shinsou fluff #smut #hitoshishinsou #shinsouxy/n #mha angst #melanatedkink

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uppermocns-moved · 3 years ago

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noooo how dare you further enable my shinso brainrot [fights the air]

no because i’m thinking of shinso and dabi bimbofying their partner whose normally quite smart [screams into fist] goodbye

this screams shinsou behavior. sometimes you just need a break, yknow? you’re exhausted – both your mind and body are overworked and you just want one night where people aren’t looking to you for direction.

shinsou breaks you slowly. he sits you on his lap and spreads you wide open, lazily smirking down at your clothed cunt before pressing his thumb into the raised bump of your clit. fifteen minutes pass of hitoshi just petting your cunt with his thumb, stroking from your clit to your slit until slick is seeping through the fabric. “there’s my pretty baby,” he would coo as you start humping his hand, “get these cute panties all messy for me, okay?”

of course, that isn’t permission to cum. hitoshi pulls his hand away when he feels you’re too close for his liking and lets you throb and try to hump the air. sometimes if you’re really pent up, the denial makes you cry, and watching the tears spill down your cheeks has hitoshi’s cock aching. he takes the slightest bit of pity on his pretty baby and pushes your panties aside, tucking two fingers into your cunt and skillfully prodding your g-spot so you can hear the wet sounds it makes. again, it’s still not permission to cum – he still needs you dumber.

hitoshi slips another finger inside you, curious to see just how much you can take stuffing your cunt, and spanks your clit just to hear you whimper. he eases you onto your knees and tells you to take his cock out without using your hands, which ends in you pathetically nuzzling his bulge and pleading for him to take it out. he stuffs your head so full of cock that you don’t have the room to think about anything else. then, when he’s balls-deep inside of you and bouncing you like the dumb toy you’ve become on his cock, you get to cum.

#i… i got carried away #tw dumbification #this isn’t quirk usage but it could be #shinsou hitoshi x reader smut #hitoshi shinsou x reader smut

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kenmascatears · 4 years ago

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Yours

You haven’t seen Shinso in a year, with him moving away for his job. So when you visit him, harboring secret feelings, you don’t know what to expect.

Genre: an actual plot, smut at the end, fluff

Warnings: alcohol usage, dubcon(sex under the influence of alcohol), public sex (bathroom), squirting, creampie, possessive themes during sex, multiple orgasms, slight dumbification (reader gets fucked out)

a/n: let me know if i forgot any warnings or if you want me to tag anything!

Word count - 3.8k

“______!” You heard a voice call out to you. You had been weaving through hordes of people at the arrival gate for the past 10 minutes, lugging your suitcase behind you, looking for Shinso, who had promised to pick you up.

You twisted your head around to try and locate the tall purple-haired man, but couldn’t spot him. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your back. Whirling around you turned to face the smiling man.

“Hitoshi!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his frame and burying your face in his chest.

Shinso laughed, and warmly returned the hug. The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the feeling of seeing one another again.

He hadn’t changed since you had last seen him, the muscular arms encircling your back were the same ones that had hugged you when you had last seen each other. His cologne was still the same, you noted, the woody scent that invaded your nostrils was the same that he had worn for the past 5 years, ever since high school when he claimed it made him smell “manly.”

The two of you finally let go of one another and as you pulled away you noticed a flush covering his cheeks, You didn’t have time to dwell on it, however, as he took your suitcase into one hand, and yours in the other and began pulling you towards the exit.

“Shit your suitcase is heavy ______, did you bring your whole closet or something?” He asked, laughingly.

“Fuck off Toshi, I packed less this time and you know it.”

It was true, Shinso did know how much you had packed. The day before your flight you had called him in disarray, asking what kind of clothing you should bring and what activities the two of you would be doing. It had taken the purple-haired boy half an hour to convince you to bring what made you comfortable.

It was always like that between the two of you. Shinso always grounded you, always took care of you.

As the two of you shot jabs at one another on the way to the car, you began to slip back into the familiarity of his physical presence, having been limited to video calls and texts since he moved away for work.

Your conversation had calmed down and shifted to your plans for the week, by the time you got into the car, where you wanted to go and what you wanted to do. You hadn’t visited Shinso yet, nor had you been to the city and you were eager to explore everything.

Throughout the car ride, your energy had begun depleting, and as you arrived at Shinso’s apartment, you wanted nothing more than to eat a meal and pass out. However, as Shinso opened the door, the person in the kitchen was presenting a challenge.

As the door clicked shut behind you, the figure turned your way, the expression on their face going from bewildered to excited.

As you and Shinso took off your shoes and removed your coats, the person rose from their spot at the table and spoke.

“Shinso you didn’t tell me ______ was arriving this early! If I had known, I would have attempted to clean the apartment” His voice held no trace of malice, and you found yourself smiling at his words.

“Shove off Kaminari, you wouldn’t clean the apartment for the life of you. And I told you ______ was coming, your dumbass just forgot.”

You smoothed down the front of your outfit, suddenly self-conscious of your appearance. You knew Shinso had a roommate, he often spoke of the energetic blonde and you had seen him briefly on video calls, but you wanted to make a good first impression. Shinso noticed your hesitation and placed a hand on the small of your back, prodding you further into the room.

Stepping forward to formally introduce yourself to Denki, you reached out your hand. To your surprise, he avoided your handshake and pulled you into a hug.

You squeaked in surprise but quickly returned the favor, wrapping your arms around his lean frame.

As he let go of you, stepping back, he spoke.

“It’s really great to meet you ____, Hitoshi has said so much about you over the past year. In fact, he won’t shut up about you.” He exclaimed, throwing a cheeky grin at Shinso.

You glanced inquisitively at Shinso who was suddenly staring intently at the carpet beneath his feet, pretending like he didn’t hear the statement.

You turned back to Denki and smiled, “All good things I hope” you replied cheerily.

“Nothing bad, just all about how you’re his best friend and your job and how much he depends on you, sometimes he acts like a schoolboy with a cr-“

“Kaminari,” Shinso cut him off, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he glared at the blond-haired boy, “you don’t need to repeat to her everything that I say.”

Your stomach flipped upside down as you processed Denki’s comment. You had been harboring feelings for Shinso for about half a year but hadn’t felt like he had felt the same way.

Countless nights had been spent pondering your emotions, wondering if you should confess your feelings or keep them to yourself. And here Denki was, hinting towards Shinso liking you. You knew he hadn’t had a girlfriend in the past year, his excuse being that he wanted to focus on his career, but before that, he had gone through a slew of them. You never thought that he could like you, after all, you were simply friends.

Shinso touched your arm, breaking you out of your train of thought. “You good? You zoned out there for a second.”

You turned to look up at him and mustered a smile. “Yeah I just need some sleep and food in me, I’ve been up for almost 24 hours.”

Shinso nodded in understanding, hand reaching up to ruffle his purple hair. “I’m about to heat up some leftovers for myself. I’ll make some for you as well. ”

You smiled at him in relief. “That would be great Hitoshi, thank you.”

“20 minutes?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take a shower and get the airplane smell off of me if that's okay.”

“Yeah, of course, the bathroom is down the hall, first door on the right.”

After your much-needed shower, where you spent more time thinking about Shinso’s reaction to Denki’s comment than you should have, you were seated at the table with the two of them, downing some leftovers.

In between the flurry of questions that Denki was sending your way, you realized something.

“Where am I gonna sleep?” You asked around a mouthful of noodles. You knew that the apartment Shinso and Denki lived in only had two bedrooms and not much room for guests.

“You’re sleeping in my room and I’m taking the sofa.” Shinso replied decisively, twirling his fork around the noodles on his plate.

“Are you sure?” you asked worriedly. You knew Shinso didn’t sleep well and that sleeping on the sofa was going to cause him to get even less sleep.

“Yeah, I’m sure ______. You’re the guest here and if my mom caught wind of me having you sleep on the sofa I would never hear the end of it.”

After finishing up your meal, the three of you kept talking, sharing stories, and discussing what to do tomorrow. To Shinso’s dismay, you and Denki had bonded over a shared love of goading him, an act that continued throughout the evening. Eventually, you realized how tired you really were. Glancing at the clock, you stifled a yawn.

You stood up and began clearing your plate, stating that you were tired and it was best for you to go to bed.

“I cleared my stuff from my room and there are spare blankets on the chair in there” Shinso replied, “Goodnight ______ and let me know if you need anything.”

“Yeah, goodnight _____” Denki chimed in.

“Goodnight guys.” You replied back, before heading down the hall to Shinso’s room.

As you laid in bed that night, you played back your time knowing Shinso. He had always seemed more receptive and warm to you than the rest of his friends, but he’d told you during a drunken night a few months ago that he wasn’t looking for anyone at the moment.

Exhaustion taking over, you drifted off to sleep.

****

The next few days went by quickly. Denki and Shinso took you around the city, visiting museums and monuments, or simply just walking around. At nights you guys hung out, watching movies, or going to explore the nightlife.

The city fascinated you. Musutafu was a big city, but where Shinso lived now was even bigger. With bustling streets, buildings so tall they disappeared into the clouds, and more attractions than you could count, you loved it.

You had grown closer to Denki over the course of the week, with him asking all about your life, and him telling you all about his. The blonde was a nice contrast to Shinso, who was usually reserved, the calm to the storm that Denki was. You hadn’t ignored the way he looked at you and Shinso when you interacted, however, staring at the two of you like you were a couple. You were only glad he hadn’t asked if you had feelings for Shinso. You didn’t think you could confess that to anyone yet.

You had realized a long time ago that you and Shinso were closer than the average friends, but for the longest time you had chalked it up to being lifelong best friends.

You sighed, clutching the glass of water you held with both hands and lifting it to your lips. You supposed it wasn’t normal, the dynamic the two of you had, but you wanted to convince yourself otherwise. No use getting your hopes up for him to end up not having feelings for you.

You were in a restaurant with Shinso and Denki, a few train stops away from their apartment. It was your second to last night with the two of them. For today's activity you had gone to an exhibit at a museum you wanted to see, and as the evening was coming to an end, so was your energy.

Throughout the meal, you had been opting to sit and listen, or rather overthink in your head, instead of contributing to the conversation Shinso and Denki were holding, and Shinso, inquisitive as ever, noticed that. As Denki got up to use the washroom, he leaned towards you.

“______ Are you okay? You seem distant?” He inquired with a concerned look in his eyes.

You turned to face him, smiling gently at his expression. He was so adorable when worried, you mused, with his eyes crinkling softly and a small pout adorning his face. His hair was down today you noticed, the soft strands framing his face beautifully. He had once let you make little braids in it, and you reveled in the memory of his silky hair between your fingers.

“Yeah I’m fine,” You finally replied, “I didn't know walking around a museum was so tiring. I might have to take a nap when we get back.”

Shinso laughed at your reply, “I didn’t know the girl who pulled all-nighters to study for final exams in high school couldn’t handle a little museum.”

You scoffed at his reply and punched his arm, “You’re the one who’s been taking naps at every opportunity. Have you not been sleeping enough?

Shinso gently shoved you back, ignoring your question and the momentum sent you into his body. You leaned against his arm, relishing the familiarity of him. You were going to miss that when you left.

Shinso’s arm moved, draping itself over your shoulders so you were now leaning against the side of his chest. You stayed like that for a few more seconds, the both of you basking in the softness and peace of the moment until Denki came back.

As the three of you paid for your meals and left, the moment the two of you shared was still in your mind. The way you fit so perfectly next to him, almost as if it was meant to be.

The thought consumed you for the rest of the evening. It was at the forefront of your mind while you watched a movie, hyper-aware of Shinso’s body next to yours, knee bumping into yours every so often. It consumed you as you took a shower, as you bid the two boys goodnight, and it consumed your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up abruptly to a voice. Disoriented, you turned to the door to see Shinso standing there.

“Are you okay?” You blearily inquired, checking the time which stood at 3:27.

“The sofa is really uncomfortable and I can’t take it anymore” he whispered, “The spring keeps digging into my back and I was wondering if I could sleep with y-I mean not with you but like in the b-”

You cut off his rambling with a simple “Sure, I put the spare blanket on the chair if you want it.”

He thanked you and began to move towards you as you scooted towards the side of the bed to give him more space.

Your heart was pounding. Even though you guys were best friends, you had never slept in the same bed before, and with your feelings toward him, you were getting anxious.

After Shinso had settled in, tucking the blanket around him, you bade him a good night, which he said back sleepily.

You laid awake, not daring to move in fear of disturbing him. The bed was big enough for the both of you, you mused, and you could feel his warmth from where he was, could smell the remnants of his cologne. It seemed just right. This is how you had wanted it to be for so long, the two of you together,

You woke up the next morning stiflingly hot and with a weight on top of you. In the course of the night, you and Shinso had found your way to the middle of the bed, covers puddled by your intertwined legs, while his arm was draped over your side, keeping you close to him.

This is how it could be, you thought, lazy mornings curled up with Shinso in bed if you told him how you felt and if he reciprocated those feelings.

Shinso was still dead to the world, soft snores leaving his mouth. You watched him for a bit, not wanting to leave his side, nor the warmth he was providing you. When Shinso was asleep he looked at peace, almost childlike, in contrast to his usual blasé face. Smoothing your free hand over his forehead, you brushed some strands of hair away from his face.

At the soft touch, Shinso stirred, dark purple eyes meeting yours. You smiled softly, uttering a “good morning” to him. He hummed in reply, raising his arm away from you to stretch.

“ ‘m sorry about the contact,” he finally stated, voice scratchy, “I hope you didn’t mind it”

“No, it was fine,” you quickly replied, heat rising through your face, “You were warm anyways.”

He smiled, a slow, sleepy smile that made your heart melt.

“Thanks for letting me sleep here,” he said, “I slept so much better than on the sofa.”

“You’re welcome Toshi,” you replied, “It was no big deal.”

Pulling away, you got out of bed, shivering at the loss of warmth that Shinso had provided.

“I’m gonna get ready for the day, okay?”

****

That evening found you in a club a few blocks away from Shinso and Denki’s apartment. Denki had found someone and left a few hours ago, leaving you and Shinso alone. The two of you had been downing drink after drink, and they were starting to kick in, making your head all fuzzy and your actions unpredictable.

Shinso, when drunk, wasn’t as serious and collected as he normally was. So when you asked him to dance, he accepted.

That found the two of you on the dance floor, Shinso opting to stand and sway to the music, while you danced to your heart's content around him.

You always felt more carefree around him, felt safe and protected, and with the alcohol flowing freely through you, you had no qualms about sidling up to Shinso when a particularly suggestive song came on, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his.

Shinso’s hand dropped to your hips, holding on to them as you moved.

As you danced, chest to chest, you stared at his face in wonderment.

The strobe lights made his face glow, the colors distorting his features. However through all the colors, through the haze, you could see one feature clearly, fierce, dark purple eyes, violently staring at you, almost as if he was trying to figure you out.

It was the alcohol that made you pull Shinso’s face level to yours.

It was the alcohol that asked him oh so boldly, “what’re you thinking about Toshi?” with your mouth pressed against his ear.

And it was the alcohol in Shinso that made him reply.

“I’m thinking about if I should kiss you.”

And it was the alcohol that pressed your lips to his, bodies flush against one another, in the middle of the dancing bodies.

That found you in the bathroom 10 minutes later, sitting on the sink, dress shoved up around your waist and underwear pushed to the side.

“Fuck Toshi,” you moaned out, dick dragging along your folds.

“You’re dripping,” Shinso said in amazement, staring at where the two of you connected. “So wet and all for me.”

He was enthralled, at how your little pussy was all stretched out for him. You were gripping him so tightly, pussy fluttering and creaming around his dick.

The second he had slid his dick inside, you had come almost instantly, moaning and clinging onto him. At that moment, he knew you were made for him. Only he wanted to please you, to satisfy you. And he was determined to do just that. He wanted you drunk on his cock by the end of the evening. To send you home with the reminder of him. To make you unable to be satisfied by anyone by him. And most of all, he wanted to make you his.

“‘s so big Toshi” you moaned out, enraptured from the feeling of him so deep inside you, filling you up. Enraptured with the feeling of the alcohol that was flowing through your veins.

His cock was filling you up so nicely, pressing against your gummy walls as you clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist. That was consuming your every thought, Toshi, Toshi, Toshi.

You didn’t realize you were crying out his name until he gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“What do you want princess,” he asked lowly, eyes burning with desire.

“You Toshi, please, want your cock, wanna cum.”

With that, he began moving, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave marks.

“Good girl,” he groaned out, “you’re taking me so well.”

And you were. With each thrust, he could see the translucent ring of slick you were leaving at the base of his cock, your juices dampening the neatly trimmed hair.

You moaned out without regard to those outside the bathroom. Right now, there was no one but the two of you. All that mattered was right now was you and Shinso.

Wrapping your arms even tighter around his neck and arching your back to meet his thrusts, the new angle made him hit that little sweet spot inside of you, and you keened at the sensation.

Your orgasm was building up fast, the knot in your stomach building up and Shinsou could tell.

“Hitoshi ‘m so close,” you cried out, head foggy.

Thumbing at your clit, he began thrusting faster, feeling you tighten up under his ministrations.

It didn’t take much, and you were soon sent headfirst into an orgasm, the pleasure rippling through you.

Shinso was convinced that the alcohol enhanced your orgasm, as you trembled and cried out, nails digging into his biceps.

Continuing his ministrations, you were sent straight from your second orgasm, into your third. Maybe you hadn’t even come down from your second.

Suddenly, your juices squirted from your cunt, coating your cock and his thighs, as you trembled and shrieked.

That was the most filthy and erotic thing Shinso had ever seen. You were completely fucked out, twitching underneath him, the only thing coming out of your mouth were broken moans and his name, over and over again.

The feeling of your walls gripping him, along with that visual sent Shinso towards his orgasm.

Shinso stilled, head falling into the crook of your neck, moaning, as he shot his load into you, your cunt milking him for all he was worth.

As the two of you came down from your highs, he slowly pulled out, putting your panties in place to ensure that his cum wouldn’t leak out.

Even when drunk, Shinso was attentive.

"You okay ______?" He asked you softly.

You could only groan in reply, eyes fluttering.

He had tired you out, and along with the alcohol, you had reached your limits.

"'m fine Toshi" you managed to get out, "just wanna go home with you."

Adjusting your dress, he scooped you up, in his arms and took you home.

****

The next morning, you woke up with an ache between your legs, a pounding in your head, and a warmth next to you.

Groaning, you turned to the source of heat.

"Good morning," Shinso said, leaning over to grab some painkillers and a glass of water before handing it to you. "Do you remember last night?"

You downed the pill and water, before turning to face Shinso. "Yeah, I remember the club and bathroom."

Shinso hesitated before speaking, his voice quiet, "D-Did you regret it? Did I push you too far? We were both drunk and I know that might have impacted your judg-"

"Toshi, I wanted what happened last night. I like you Toshi, and I always have. And I hope you like me too. And if you don't, we can forget all about last night."

As you spoke those words, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. After all those years, you had finally confessed to Shinso how you felt, and it felt calming, to know it was in the open now.

Shinso blinked, and a slow smile grew across his face. Pulling you closer towards him, he cupped your face, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"I like you too ______," he said against your lips, "and I want you to be mine."

You kissed him back eagerly, arms wrapping around his neck.

As you pulled away, with the sun filtering in through the curtains, creating a halo around you, you spoke.

"I would love to be yours Hitoshi."

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—𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐀 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬? (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

➳ pairing: Hard Of Hearing!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

➳ genre: hurt/comfort

➳ word count: 7.4k

➳ tags: mutual pining, gardening au, Pro-Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki.

➳ synopsis: You’re a dog walker for Kaminari and Shinsou. One day the dog gets lose as you’re walking him, and he destroys Bakugou’s garden. You help him fix it.

➳ warnings: established Shinkami (who are terrible pet owners), sad bakugou, dumbification, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, spit, a sprinkle of degradation

➳ excerpt:

Not that he’d ever willingly admit it, of course. In fact, Katsuki would rather die than face the fact that the girl that walks his neighbor's dog plagues his mind morning, noon, and night. He’s too busy anyways. Constantly on patrol, tending to hero duties. It’s even hard for him to maintain a decent sleep schedule and to consider a relationship?

Your mother always told you hate was a strong word, so you’ve avoided using it.

However, spending your early 20’s walking dogs between classes wasn’t what the teenage version of you imagined you would be doing at this age. You can’t complain though. Most dogs behave well. You do get to make your own schedule and who wouldn’t want to spend their free time walking dogs and playing with them while also avoiding the massive responsibility that they are?

Your mother’s chastising voice also reminds you to be grateful. That this job is better than nothing. That you’re lucky to have a consistent stream of customers that not only treat you well but pay you well, along with dogs that behave well.

Again. Most dogs.

Haru is the constant thorn in your side; the fluffy fur child of Hitoshi Shinsou and Denki Kaminari. A friendly dog, truthfully. You know the Saint Bernard would never hurt a fly. To put it in Shinsou’s words, he’s just excitable. Running after anything and everything he can without a care; jumping on complete strangers and barking at anything that moves. He’s a good dog really, just a bit rough around the edges and would be the ideal pet if either one of them could spend a few minutes a day training him.

So now every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday you’re stuck with a dog that could take down a kindergartener effortlessly. The only thing Haru would ever do is lick someone to death, which might be annoying but not the worst thing in the world. You’ve been telling Shinsou the clasp on his leash has been acting up, hoping a new one will be bought soon by bringing it up to him -he’s truly the more responsible one of the two- and even warning him Haru could get loose. There’s no way you’d be able to catch him if something does happen. You’re not the most athletic person, and despite Haru’s size he’s incredibly fast off leash.

And it’s just your luck that today is the day where the metal clasp that keeps Haru secure breaks; hitting the asphalt with a foreboding sound. He sprints off immediately and you bound after him; your breaths coming short and shaking every time they bloom past your lips. It’s a shame that it had to happen today, with the sun high in the sky as it threatens to blind you with its brilliance.

You lose him for a moment, your heart beating in your ears sounds almost as loud as the claps of your feet on the sidewalk. How are you supposed to tell Shinsou and Kaminari? Sure things like this are covered in your contract, but it won’t keep the guilt of losing someone's pet from plaguing your mind at night. Shinsou and Kaminari aren’t the best pet parents out there, but their love for Haru saturates the air in the home. The way Kaminari’s eyes light up when he sees Haru and the rare smile that breaks across Shinsou’s face when he comes bounding up to him. There’s a pit of guilt growing in your stomach, raging and fiery and all consuming; it makes your legs feel heavier with every step, contrition sinking into your bones and making a home in your soul.

You’ll never forgive yourself for losing Haru.

Before guilt can fully move into your heart you spot Haru, digging through a neighbor's flower garden. You don’t have time to take in whose house this is; just thankful to see Haru’s okay, despite the petals sticking to his snout and the dirt covering the white spots on his ears.

After the relief washes over you, dread sits in. You recognize this house. There’s a prohero here; a tall and well built man with a tuft of blonde hair and eyes like two pools of fire. He’s always out here, meticulously tending to the flowers that bloom. Truthfully his garden is the best in the neighborhood, a rainbow of petals adorning his lawn and along the cobbled walkway to his front door. He never says hi to you when you smile at him, just gives a curt nod of his head and looks back down at his flowers. Sometimes he’s sitting on the porch, a cup of coffee in one hand while he mindlessly scrolls through his phone with the other. You don’t know much about him, even finding your mind blanking on his name. What is it again? It starts with a B, right?

“Hey!” you hear a voice bark. Bakugou, you remember, followed by his hero name: Dynamite. Number two prohero, known for being a walking volcano with a personality that explodes around the edges and coats those around him with the lava of his words. He stomps over to you, anger rolling off of him in waves; his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Get your dog the fuck out of here!” He points angrily at his destroyed garden, the limp flowers strewn around Haru like a grave and the way dirt splotches his lush green lawn. You should feel bad for it -worse than you already do- but he’s speaking to you as if you feel no guilt at all. Raging at you with spit coming from his mouth and his face red with anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You let your dogs just do whatever the fuck they want in other people’s yards?”

You don’t know why this makes you so angry. Is it his accusation that you did this on purpose? The thinly veiled disrespect towards Haru? He’s a menace but a sweetheart. You can’t help it, the dogs you walk are a part of your heart now too; and it’s not your fault. You told Shinsou and Kaminari several times that Haru needs better training and a new leash. At first you were nice about it, but after a while you became more blunt and incessant about it; while Shinsou just shrugged and Kaminari waved you off. Maybe this is what was needed for them to take you seriously. You bring your eyes from Haru, then to Bakugou leveling him with a glare as you grit your teeth. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

He’s flabbergasted for a moment, not used to someone actually taking his energy and throwing it back to him; only used to scaring people with his vulgar attitude and making them hide. But you look at him as if it’s a dare for him to say something back; your nose high in the air and lips pressed into a thin line. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he spits, daring to come closer to you, to loom over you as anger and disbelief coat his voice. He points at you, a single finger jutting at you like a knife between you both. “This is your fault. This fuckin’ dog got loose because of you, tore up my garden because of you, and is sitting in my front lawn wagging his tail like a fuckin idiot because you were the one that let him loose.”

“I didn’t let him do anything,” you seethe, stepping closer to him as a strange sense of victory finds rest in your bones at the sight of him stepping down before you; how his eyes widen with surprise and then lower with irritation. “He got loose! His leash broke. It was an accident and a mistake. You make those, don’t you? Or is Mr. Number-Two-Hero-Dynamite too good for that?”

He’s quiet, and that’s the first time you find him intimidating; his nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths as if to keep himself grounded. A volcano desperately trying to not erupt; to not cause more damage than it’s already done. “Take Kaminari and Shinsou’s dumbass dog off my fucking lawn and get the fuck out of here.”

You don’t say anything, just turn on your heels and leave; your hands in a white knuckle grip around Haru’s collar as you tug him back towards his owners’ home. Bakugou’s house isn’t too far from theirs, just across the street and a couple houses down. You’re still seething by the time you reach their house; Haru bounding inside to greet Kaminari. He looks at you worriedly for a minute, before you slam the leash down on the granite countertop of their kitchen, understanding flashing in lightning colored eyes as he starts spewing apologies.

You just stare at him, your hands on your hips as you listen to his rambling I’m sorry’s and I’ll be better about training before you cut him off. “Haru needs a new leash, he destroyed Bakugou’s garden today.”

Kaminari pales for a moment, before shaking his head in frustration and running his hand through golden locks. “I’m sorry. I’ll handle it, and it’ll never happen again.”

“Good.”

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Katsuki feels like an idiot.

He should be used to it by now, having a tongue that tends to spit more fire than water and a temper hotter than the sun, but he still can’t help internally kicking himself every time he remembers your face covered in pain before you quickly masked it with indignance. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh. Dogs will be dogs and it wasn’t your fault. He should be blaming that damn Kaminari across the street who has a dog he’s never bothered to train; especially one that could easily knock over a small child.

He realizes too late -after the damage is done and he’s inside of his house nursing his wounds- that he probably was much louder than he intended. His hearing aids are charging. They don’t last as long as they did at first, probably from being knocked out of his ears one too many times. He makes a mental note to contact Mei about it. He really should get a spare set.

Maybe he’ll see your cute figure walking down the street again soon. He’s been working up the courage to ask you out; even timing his runs so that he can conveniently bump into you, but your schedule is just so damn random that it was starting to frustrate him instead. For a while he would even patiently wait by his window, busying his hands with a magazine or messing with some small thing in his house that needs fixing; just telling himself it’s nice by the window. That he definitely wasn’t trying to catch your eye or hear the way you tell Haru “good boy”, despite the inevitable truth that he’ll fuck his fist to the idea of calling you a “good little slut” later that night.

He’s hopeless. So hopeless in fact, that he’s waited all day by his window to see if you’ll walk by and has even found himself disappointed that your presence hasn’t graced the concrete just past his freshly cut lawn all day. Maybe he should give up. Maybe he should be happy. Happy that he’s scared yet another person away and he can continue focusing on climbing the hero ranks and saving Japan’s citizens.

So he’ll go out to his garden, plant more flowers to replace all the lives lost that he’ll never stop blaming himself for, and pretend that he’s doing something with his hands that’s useful instead of having hands that he’s convinced only hurt people. Which, unfortunately, is the only way he knows how to cope. Hastily putting himself back together with edges poking out of his body, and wondering why he cuts all the people he touches. As much as he hates it, he knows he’s cut you too. He’s stayed up some nights staring at the scars on his body in a mirror, silently looking for a scarlet letter carved somewhere that says he’s destined to hurt the people around him.

He’s bought more sunflowers -his mother’s favorite- that he’s aching to plant and what better way to take his mind off of his hands that only destroy by creating new life in his front yard. At least, that’s what he’s telling himself instead of facing the fact that he’s hoping he’ll see you walk along the concrete as if you’re a model for the sun in the sky; your fingers wrapped around a nylon leash in a white knuckled grip as Haru pulls you to his heart's content and you grit your teeth in frustration.

He crouches down on his knees, digging his hands in soil and relishing the cool way it feels on his skin in comparison to the burning heat rising around him -despite it being sunset, it’s still uncomfortably warm, and heat suffocates the air around him.

“Hello.” he hears a small voice call out from behind him. He turns, and despite knowing deep down it would be you he still finds his heart catching in his throat anyways. Katsuki remembers the way you looked at him earlier in the day: your face twisted in irritation, hands flailing around you as your tongue spits fire at him like a dragon scorned. Compared to now -your hands twisting nervously in front of you as you shift your weight back and forth on your legs, and looking past him rather than at him- you look almost meek. A shadow of the person he saw either. But either way, he still finds heat rising to his face and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. “I’m uh… I’m sorry about earlier today. Would you like some help fixing the garden? I always see you out here, so I know it means a lot to you.”

He pauses for a moment, wondering what he did in a past life to earn a second chance after slashing someone to pieces, but he doesn’t question it. Just thanks his lucky stars that he finally has someone he didn’t scare away, even if the thought of having someone stuck to him makes his stomach turn to acid in his core. He doesn’t know what to say, so he says nothing; just shoves a nursery pot full of dahlia’s to you, grateful your hands are gentler than his.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye. Should he say something? Maybe tell you what to do? Where he wants it? You seem to already know; like some sort of mind reader who knows dahlia’s grow tall and outwords, placing them closer along the back of the garden; a place where they’ll thrive.

He wonders what kind of flower you’d be. If you’d be able to handle the full sun of Katsuki’s personality or if you’d need to be shaded. Are you picky about where you grow your roots? What color are you when you’re in full bloom?

In the silence between you both, another garden grows. A garden of unsaid words and conflicting feelings. Things that are blooming and growing and suffocating the air between you. It’s the only garden Katsuki is too scared to tend to, a garden full of the weeds of his insecurities; a garden full of doubt and shame, with one of the gardeners having hands that kill and the other with a tongue as sharp as knives. A flower with blades for petals, he supposes. He wonders what will happen if he cuts his finger tips daring to pluck you, wonders what color shines brightest on the inside of your heart.

Maybe it would be perfect between you two, a collection of freshly sharpened knives and testing the blades of each other’s words against hearts. Never sure who's going to win or lose; who will be bleeding and who will be victorious. Only knowing that someone will be broken while the other holds their hands in front of them in horror as they realize what they’ve done.

“Bakugou,” you say after some time. He pauses, wondering when you found out his name; before realizing he’s the number two hero. He doesn’t need to make introductions. He’ll never be an enigma. Never be someone unknown. Always shouldering the burden of being in a room full of people who know everything about him, while he knows nothing about them. A constant unfair advantage. “I’m willing to pay for more flowers. It’s my fault after all.”

He just shrugs, mutters something about how you don’t have to, that what’s done is done. But you insist, eyes bright and eager and pleading with him. Telling him that you really should, that it’s the least you can do for Japan’s number two hero. That you truly don’t mind but it’ll be later in the afternoon, because class runs in the middle of the day and you really can’t miss it.

And he really can’t just say no to you, can he? So he doesn’t. He just rolls his eyes and agrees with you, tells you to come right after class and don’t be fucking late. You’re all doe-eyed and happy; your face basking in the last few rays of the sun while strands of sweat coated hair stick to your face and he wants so badly to take a calloused thumb and brush them away from your face. Instead, he buries his hands deeper into the dirt, chewing on his lip and focusing on the way dirt feels against his skin.

Katsuki cannot help but feel like he is the sun, and not in some sort of romantic way where he makes days brighter. He feels as if he is nothing more than a nuisance, something that blinds and burns people. Makes them stay away when he’s too bright and that people can’t bear to look at him; only glaring at him through angry half lidded eyes. He thinks of himself as a force that is bright -annoyingly bright- that burns and scalds the earth and ruins crops. Something that makes the asphalt of peoples hearts burn uncomfortably and makes their mouths so dry their tongue sticks to the inside of their cheek.

He watches you plant a new hydrangea with hands gentler than sunlight on a spring morning, and he realizes maybe the sun can be gentle too.

He wonders, in a way similar to the sun, if you would notice if he’s gone.

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You’re walking out of class when you get a text message from a number you don’t recognize.

>> i’m running late. u still comin?

who is this?<<

>>bakugou

how did u get my number<<

>>are u comin or not

yes >>

>>get here in an hour

You suppose you can’t be mad at how curt he seems; knowing full well what you were getting into when you walked up to him yesterday night. You hoped he’d say something, tell you he’s sorry as well but he never did. Just stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking and wordlessly shoved pots of flowers into your waiting hands. He didn’t even tell you where to plant them, you just read the pamphlet stuck into the pot and prayed you didn’t mess anything up. You don’t know much about him, but you know he’d tell you if you did mess up.

You’re standing in front of his door before long, deciding to walk instead of taking the train to burn up the hour you had until you needed to be here. You’ve knocked a few times already. Is he not home? He shouldn’t be so insistent for punctuality out of you if he’s going to be late himself. You hear your phone ding.

>> i got home 20 mins ago. idk if ur outside but come in when u get here. i busted my hearing aids today

Hearing aids?

You open his front door and you’re greeted by hardwood floors and tall ceilings. It’s nice, a cozy space that smells like caramel and vanilla.

“Bakugou!” you call out loudly, hoping the sound of your voice will carry through the echoes of the house.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You hear him call out. You follow the sound, meeting him in an expansive kitchen; granite countertops and a gas stove and wood cabinets. He’s sitting at an island in the center of it; covered in cuts and bruises; his hair is wet. It clings to his forehead and you watch drops of water fall gently from his blonde locks. Two hearing aids are in front of him, crushed to pieces.

“What the hell happened to you?” you ask, concern leaking into your voice. The sound makes him look away from you. He puts disinfectant on a cotton ball, his lips pressed into a thin line as he swallows an involuntary hiss.

“I wasn’t supposed to work today. Worked. Then got beat up.” he tells you between clenched teeth. “S’nothing, just give me a few minutes.”

“Give me the cotton swab.” You hold your hand out towards him.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” he responds incredulously, tossing a bloodied cotton ball onto the counter. He reaches for another one. You grab the bag from his hand. He levels a glare at you, but for some reason you don’t find yourself intimidated.

“Can you just shut up and let me help you?” You don’t know why you’re insisting on helping him; why there’s a curiosity for him making a home in your soul. He’s an enigma you can’t help being drawn to. A garden of questions grows in your chest; a curiosity sprouting in your heart to know all the layers of Bakugou; like his favorite food, how well he sleeps at night and if he realizes there’s a galaxy in his mind waiting to be discovered. “Are you still good to go today?” you ask after some time, a softness he’s never heard lacing your words. “We can always reschedule.”

“No,” he tells you definitively, almost quickly. As if he hates the idea of changing plans with you. You don’t know why this thought makes you feel warm, but it does. “Jus’ a couple of scraps.”

“It looks bad.” you tell him, running your fingers absentmindedly across a scar on his back. He shivers at your touch. There’s a question rising to the surface of your tongue, something strange and personal that you’re not sure if you should be asking, but it spills over anyways. “How’d you lose your hearing?”

“S’my quirk.” he tells you, quietly. “Explosions damage my ears after a while.” To the untrained ear it sounds normal but you -already knowing and experiencing the rough and calloused way he speaks- it sounds soft; almost like he’s apologizing to you. Almost like he’s letting you in.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. Just continue patching up his wounds and wondering if it can patch up the argument you both had the other day. You consider bringing it up; telling him you’re sorry again for Haru destroying his garden. That Shinsou and Kaminari feel awful about it. Something tells you words don’t mean much to Bakugou, so you hope to learn more about him from the plants he tenderly cares for. It’s silent for some time, save for the sound of barely restrained hisses escaping Katsuki’s lips and the ticking of the clock above his dining room table.

He shrugs your hands off of him after a while, and you have to bite down pain from rising in your chest. “Aight, that’s enough. Let’s go.” You say nothing, just dutifully follow him out of his house and into his truck. It’s massive, you can barely get in it; throwing yourself on the seat after you practically jump in. You listen to him snicker, tiny stuttering laughs that fill up the cab of the truck as his hands grip the steering wheel. You stare at him, your heart feeling strange in your chest as you realize this is the first time you’ve ever heard him laugh. It feels like hope; makes you hope for brighter days with him; makes you hope for days where you can both laugh until your sides hurt and tears ruin your mascara.

The ride to the greenhouse is spent in silence, not a weird kind of silence that feels heavy and suffocating. It’s the kind of silence that makes everything feel light; the kind of silence that reminds you that you don’t have to say anything to feel close to someone.

The greenhouse is huge; a big glass building bigger than Bakugou’s home. There’s a wooden sign along the entrance, old and worn with green paint peeling off of it. You can barely read it, not sure what the cursive says until Bakugou tells you it says “Mitsuki’s Garden.” You wonder for a moment why he sounds so sad when he says it. You wonder if he knows Mitsuki; wonder what kind of person she was to him. People don’t say names with that sort of wistfulness unless there’s love behind the name.

“Mitsuki’s my mum.” he tells you as if he can read your thoughts, looking over at you through garnet colored eyes. “I saved the person who owns this place, and they tried to name it after me.” you watch his nose crinkle slightly. It makes you smile at him. “I told them my mom recently passed, and to name it after her, so they did.” He holds the door open for you, and you walk inside; immediately engulfed by sticky air and pollen. It smells so green in here; like life and dirt and rain. You like the way it smells, because it smells almost like Bakugou. It’s just missing the scent of vanilla and caramel. It’s a strange thing for you, to find comfort in a scent other than the smell of rain and baked bread, but it doesn’t make you feel weird. Just makes you feel like there’s another piece of you.

“What got you into gardening?” you ask quietly, tentatively; hoping for any sign he’ll bare his heart to you.

“Shitty friend of mine told me to do anger management. Didn’t want to, to be honest. So they then suggested I do something to help me relax, especially after my mom died.” He scratches the back of his head nervously, not used to talking about these things to people; much less having people around whose opinions he cares about. “When I started doin’ hero work, I had a lot of people die on me. S’normal, I’ve come to understand that it’s impossible for me to save everyone. But it doesn’t mean that their faces don’t keep me up at night.” you’re quiet, listening to him speak as your fingers trace the flowers of a petal; you didn’t anticipate him opening up so much. Didn’t think he’d ever willingly bare his soul to you. “So I started gardening as a way to relax. I plant a new flower for every life I wasn’t able to save.”

You look at him, surprised to see vermillion eyes studying yours; as if carefully searching your face for any sort of reaction. Any sort of indication that you want nothing to do with him. “I’m sorry.” you say quietly. You know, logically, that it wasn’t your fault that Haru destroyed Bakugou’s garden, but guilt is carving itself into your bones; making your very soul feel sticky and green and syrupy.

“S’not your fault.” he says gruffly, looking away and grabbing a pot of morning glories. “You say sorry like there’s something you can do, but the truth is there’s nothing you can do. Life happens, not everyone is meant to last forever. And…” he pauses for a moment, staring out of the greenhouse window with a far away look in his eyes. “S’not my fault either.” He's so quiet when he says it, telling it to you like it’s some sort of secret; telling it to you in a way that makes you unsure if he believes it for himself.

You wonder, for a moment, what it’s like to be in his head. If it’s dark and dismal or if it’s as bright as the sun. What sort of garden grows there? Is it untended and full of weeds and half strung together thoughts? Is it something neatly put together? Well tended and clean and full of good intentions? Part of you wonders if you’ll ever know; if he’ll ever let you in. You realize you’re perfectly content waiting for him to open up to you; never wanting to take from him and perfectly content with giving instead.

You pick up a pot of daffodils, looking over at Bakugou and handing them to him. He takes it from you gingerly, taking extra care to make sure his fingers don’t brush up against yours. You look at him, vermillion eyes meeting your own and there’s a thought you’re not quite ready to voice hanging on the tip of your tongue; the question of what will happen between you two after the garden is repaired. If you’ll go back to walking past his house in admiration and he’ll go back to curt nods and grunts of acknowledgement. The thought of it makes you sad; to have someone around whose taken up a part of your life just to have them gone like they’ve never existed but have to deal with the grave their absence leaves.

You’re both quiet for the rest of the trip; even quiet for the ride home save for the static of Bakugou’s radio that doesn’t ever seem to be tuned into a particular station. Unlike the silence on the way to the greenhouse that was easy and effortless, this one seems to hang like a dark cloud over the both of you. Dark and looming and suffocating and threatening to drown you both in the sorrow of things unsaid.

You almost didn’t realize he pulled into his driveway. You wouldn’t have if he didn’t nudge you; concern flashing in lava colored eyes before he asks you if you’re okay.

“I’m fine.” you tell him; a slightly too forced smile gracing your lips. If he doesn’t believe you he doesn’t say anything. Just tells you to stay put while he gets out, walks around the outside of it, and opens your door. He extends his hand and you take it, letting him help you out of his truck.

“Thank you.” you smile. He says nothing, just looks away with a grunt. “Bakugou-” you begin carefully, treading lightly into the words you want to say. You want to ask if you’ll see him even after the garden is repaired, even after the pain of past mistakes and words that can’t be unsaid fade away. It’s weighing on your chest; suffocating you with its heaviness. You don’t know why these things seem to catch in your throat. You wonder if there’s any way to tell him that the garden you’re planting with him is a garden of words you wish you could take back, a garden of things you wish you could admit, and a garden of all the things that bloom between you.

“Call me Katsuki.”

You pause, deciding that words are cheap to him. Deciding to do your best to make sure you can stick around. “Same time tomorrow, Katsuki?” you ask him, saccharine sweet hope laces your words like honey and Katsuki is more than willing to drink up its sweetness; letting it water the flowers in his chest like ambrosia from the gods.

“Same time tomorrow.” He confirms, ducking inside his house.

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There’s dirt under Katsuki’s nails.

It’s a sight he’s used to, constantly working in the garden and having both his hands submerged in the earth. Two hands constantly submerged in dirt to create new life, to cope with things he’s not sure how to, and to focus on something other than the light fading from civilian’s eyes.

There’s even more dirt under his nails, much tinier and much more glaring. Hard to clean and even harder to ignore. The dirt of the lives he wasn’t strong enough to save. People that he just wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, and wasn’t good enough to save.

He can never quite get his fingers clean, no matter how hard he scrubs.

The flowers are almost done planting. Today’s the last day Katsuki will have an excuse to invite you over. He’s not sure how to voice how upset he is about this. It’s much too hard to sit down and find the right way to say these things. Dangerous things like please stay, don’t go, and I like your company and the way you make me feel. Things that make Katsuki feel like his throat is closing around him and make him feel uncomfortable. Like sitting in a bath until the water is cold and his skin is all pruny. These feelings, along with many others, are feelings that he will always do his best to run from. He decided long ago that feeling things besides apathy and irritation are not worth his time, but here you are in his front yard changing that.

“Katsuki,” you say, tapping his arm. He watches you nod your head across the street, only to see Kaminari flailing his arms wildly. “I don’t know what he’s trying to say.”

“Dude! My dog walker? Oh fuck yeah Bakubro get it!” he signs to him, accenting his last few words with an exaggerated thrust of his hips.

Katsuki turns to you, hoping you don’t notice the red dusting his cheeks. “He’s an idiot,” he huffs, digging his hands back into the dirt. “And he sucks at sign language. Don’t worry about it.”

A drop of rain hits Katsuki’s nose. He’s confused for a moment, wondering how he’s feeling rain. It’s late afternoon, the sun’s still out; casting the world in an orange marmalade hue. Another drop hits his cheek, and another lands on his forearm.

Your hand reaches out to catch the rain, your smile brighter than the sun as you hold it in your hands. The wind picks up, slow and steady stray petals catching in the wind and blowing past you. In this moment, Katsuki has never been more grateful to his hearing aids that allow him to hear the full beauty of your laugh. It’s more beautiful than anything Apollo could put together. You look so bright to him; he is just a shadow compared to the light you give off. A flower thankful to be in your sun. You are the water that keeps the garden in his chest in full bloom while being the sun that keeps it alive.

“Katsuki!” you beam at him, the full beauty of how carefree you are bringing his emotions to their knees. “It’s a sun shower!” He doesn’t say anything, just smiles with a soft shake of his head and plants the petunias that he’s holding. “Hey Katsuki?” you ask quietly, too quietly. He almost has to ask you to repeat yourself.

“Hm?” he says, sparing a glance towards you.

“How do you… ah… how do you sign sun shower?” your hands are twisting in front of you; eyes looking anywhere but him when you ask the question. You sound so sheepish when you say it; as if you’re asking him something personal.

There’s something strange happening with Katsuki’s throat; the way it feels tight with a noose made of emotions he refuses to face; how hard it’s trying to swallow but it’s just not working. He wipes his palms on his jeans; watching nitroglycerin infused sweat mix with dirt streak the fabric. He holds his hands out, motioning for you to place your hands in his. You look tentative for a moment and that breaks him; makes him wonder if you know about Bakugou Katsuki with hands that harm. They're so soft compared to his; tiny and delicate compared to his rough and calloused ones. He softly bends your fingers, guiding you through the motion of the sign and watches your eyes grow wide in understanding. You repeat the motion back to him fluidly; smiling when he nods his head in approval.

He gives you a pot of red carnations gingerly; not too scared to accidentally brush his fingers against yours. It’s the last flower that needs to be planted and the thought upsets him. He watches you grab the base of the flowers, tip the pot upside down and wiggle the flower out; watches how gentle your hands are as you place it in the dirt; your fingers pressing it in place before grabbing the watering can and spraying it.

He’s not ready for you to go so he asks you to stay in the only way he knows how. “Are you hungry?” And he is thanking every God he can think of when your head nods eagerly, wiping your hands on your shorts as you stand and follow him inside.

He’s not sure what to make, staring at the inside of his pantry at a loss while you’re looking around his kitchen like it’s the first time you’ve seen it again. He wonders what it’ll be like to always have you here; to always have you in his home and near him. To wake up to your makeup on his pillow and your mail next to his on the coffee table.

“Katsuki….” you call out from behind him, swallowing thickly and he finds himself mesmerized by the way your throat moves. “How do you sign stay?”

He takes your hands in his again, bending your fingers with his and guiding you through the motions of the sign; his heart beating in his chest is the loudest thing in the room, and he wonders if you can hear it too.

“Like that.” he whispers, his voice coming out cracked and dry. Before he knows what he is doing he’s using your hands to tug your body closer to him, slotting his lips against yours as your fingers tangle themselves in his straw colored locks. He grunts slightly at the feeling; grabbing your waist and guiding you to his bedroom. He’s hungry, his lips moving from yours to leave a galaxy of marks along your neck and collarbones.The beast that has laid dormant in his chest is now awakening; finally able to show you all his conflicting emotions without having to worry if you’ll want him or not because here you are, tossed on his bed without a care in the world about whether he’s going to hurt you while he’s fighting the urge to break you apart.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist and tugging him closer, closer, closer until he can feel the heat of your sex grinding on his aching cock. His hands are everywhere; grasping at your ass and breasts and waist; eager to feel and learn every single part of your body before you disappear into his sheets. Katsuki’s greedily ripping your clothes off while you’re tearing his off, both of you sick of the boundaries between you.

He moves his lips lower, grazing skin that’s completely new to him in amazement; his hands touching small and forgotten parts of your body that only the sun touches. The ditch of your elbow, the space where your spine meets your pelvis, the curve of your shoulder blade. He wishes he could bottle up the gasp that leaves your lips when his lips press against your clit; his tongue making slow circles around it that make your thighs tremble around his head. He runs his finger through your folds, listening to the tiny and begging whimpers that come from you and send the blood rushing straight to his cock. He’s tentative when he places a finger inside your entrance, taking time to stretch you out before adding a second one and hitting your g-spot over and over again until your mascara is running down your face. You come undone for him quickly, your hands fisting his hair and pushing his face deeper into you until the aftershocks of your orgasm subside.

“Can’t even think, can ya? Dumb little thing.” he chuckles softly. “S’okay, princess. Lemme take care of ya, yeah?” His thumb finds its way into your mouth and you open eagerly, allowing him to spit in your mouth and you swallow it like it’s nectar from God himself. “Good fucking girl,” he moans, leaving his fingers in your mouth and watching you gag around them. “My good fucking girl, yeah?”

He lines his cock up with your entrance, pumping it with one hand as his eyes meet yours; silently asking if you’re sure. You nod, and he smiles softly, plunging into you with a whimpering moan. Every thrust in you he makes your hips eagerly raise to meet his in an effort to communicate every unspoken feeling held between you. He’s gentle, as soft as the flowers you planted for him and a million times more beautiful.

“Pretty girl,” he says before nibbling on your ear. “S’fucking good for me, taking me so well.” There are galaxies forming between you both; whole universes of apologies and unspoken words, constellations of things you were both too scared to say and nebulas of promises to never leave each other forming in the space between you both. Each breath passed back and forth is stardust in the love story you two are sharing; beautiful in its own way and dying to be explored. You’re both astronauts in each other's galaxy; dying to explore the others' secrets and be the God that rules their life. Katsuki’s teasing you; long and slow thrusts along your velvet walls that have you bucking your hips and begging for more friction with soft little whines that sound better than any orchestra he’s ever heard. He picks up his pace after a while -if only to hear how sweet you sound crying out for him- kissing your cervix with every thrust. Your climax spurs his own; painting your walls with hot ropes of cum. He watches the white run of his cum push in and out of you as he takes a few more sloppy thrusts; forever mesmerized at the thought of his own seed inside you. He collapses next to you, staring at his ceiling and catching his breath; listening to your soft pants next to him.

As Katsuki lays next to you, drawing small mindless circles into your back he dares to think of something he’s never given much thought: the word forever; carefully memorizing the way it makes his heart speed up in his chest and the way it makes him dream. Dream of days with you by his side; of days spent in the garden as the sun caresses your face with a softness that he’s finally learning; your hand in his as he teaches you other ways to communicate with him. A life where he wakes up every day to your stray hairs on his pillow case, and a life where he has to brew an extra pot of coffee because you got to it before him. Maybe this won’t last for a season; maybe this actually can last forever; something that lasts much longer than the flowers in his front yard, much longer than the guilt that lives in his chest, and much longer than the sun's rays will ever be able to reach.

Maybe forever wasn’t something Katsuki was ever supposed to be afraid of. Maybe it was always something he was supposed to run to, reaching out to it with hands stretched and needy. Maybe it’s even something he deserves, to have someone willing to bask in the light of things that are permanent instead of temporary. Maybe with you by his side, forever isn’t as scary as he once believed.

“Katsuki?” you say quietly.

“Hm?”

“I like your hands,” you tell him, your voice thick with sleep and impending dreams. “They feel s’nice.”

He doesn’t say anything, truthfully he doesn’t know what to say. Just listens to your breathing become even and soft; relishes the way it feels against his chest. “Go to sleep,” he croaks, burying his face in your hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou smut #bakugou imagine #hard of hearing bakugou #mha x you #mha x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou imagine #scout scribbles #1k club

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hanji-is-life · 4 years ago

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Calling All The Monster Fuckers! Open to BNHA, AoT, HQ & JJK!

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banner by @miggiisdumb

Rules and Guidelines:

As it goes without saying, the character you write for must be some semblance of a monster. Be it demon, dragon, sea monster, naga, alien, ghost, vampire, werewolf, etc!

You have to be 18+ to participate, and you need an age in your bio. Simply putting “18+” will not suffice if you do not have any indication of your own age!

Each character must be of age.

Dark Content is welcomed, as long it is tagged appropriately.

The minimum word count is 300 words, so a drabble or head canons are welcomed.

Art is also welcomed and encouraged!

There will be 12 slots per character, but I am only allowing 4 of the same type of monster (ie: 4 dragon Kiri’s, 4 octopus Sero’s, etc)

Female, male, and gender neutral reader-inserts are welcomed!

Please do not use small texts for writings over 300 words, as it is hard to read at times!

Please tag me and hashtag “Only Monster Fans Collab” after you finish your piece!

The due date will be August 1, but will definitely be adjusted if you need more time!

You are all allowed to submit works up until the deadline!

Masterlist beneath the cut, second one found here

BNHA

@hanji-is-life (me!)

Alien Izuku x reader

Warnings:

Incubus Kirishima x reader

Warnings: somnophilia, dub con, cervix/womb fucking, breeding kink

@bakugous-trauma

Demon King Bakugou x reader

Warnings:

@putseraphinaonthaphone

Deity Tamaki x acolyte reader

Warnings:

@daisy-bakugo

Incubus Bakugou x reader

Warnings:

@cellotonin

Octopus Sero x reader

Warnings:

@nyanyabisjjj

Incubus Kaminari x reader

Warnings:

@tiredgraysonwritings

Vampire Todoroki x reader

Warnings:

Demon Sero x reader

Warnings:

@tteokdoroki

Dragon Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

@sweetnsinfull

Siren Mirio x reader (includes art)

Warnings:

@eijishimas

Dragon Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

@bakugosbratx

Demon Bakugou x female reader

Warnings:

@miggiisdumb

Chimera Bakugou x reader

Warnings: knotting, breeding kink, tummy bulge, slight degradation, dumbification

Dragon Kirishima (art)

Octopus Sero (art)

Werewolf Izuku (art)

Vampire Todoroki (art)

Demon King Bakugou (art)

@doomsthotstash

Pooka Hitoshi x reader

Warnings:

@cyancherub

Demon Denki x reader

Warnings: noncon fantasies and noncon voyeurism, dubcon, monsterfucking/teratophilia. anal, autassassinophilia (death kink), begging, blood kink, blood play, breath play, breeding kink, cum inflation, dacryphilia, deepthroating, electrostimulation, face-fucking, facesitting, fear play, gaping, gore (slight), jealous + possessive behavior, knotting, mating press, oral (m & f receiving), overstim, pain play, rimming, rough/painful sex, sadism + masochism, scent kink, shocking/sparking, size kink, spit kink (slight), solo (m & f), standing 69, stomach bulge, toxic behavior, violence, wall sex, yandere

@alixdelcourt

Dragon Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@riszei

Minotaur Shinsou x reader

Warnings:

@hyp0dermic

Incubus Aizawa x reader

Warnings:

@kiyoobi

Merman Dabi x reader (art)

Warnings:

@kazumi-mha-hcs

Demon Shoto x reader

Warnings:

Naga Bakugou x reader

Warnings:

@awilddreamerwrites

Werewolf Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@iamsorrypapi

Zombie Dabi x reader

Warnings:

@janshu

Deer Dabi x reader

Warnings:

@speedmetalqueen

Mummy Bakugou x reader

Warnings:

@bakugousimplover

Dragon Kirishima x reader

Warnings: Size difference, no smut

@shiggysvixen

Dragon Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

@awilddreamerwrites

Incubus Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@nsfwblogsanime

Dragon Bakugou x reader (includes art)

Warnings: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 , 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 , 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙 , 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙 , 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 , 𝒓𝒂𝒘/𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 , 𝑶𝑪𝑪 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 (?-) , 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 × 𝑵𝒐𝒏-𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 , 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑔𝒆 , 𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒙

@sublimewaters

Shapeshifter Tamaki x reader

Warnings:

@sems-diarie

Demon Izuku x reader x Priest Bakugou

Warnings:

@nasti-bnha

Vampire Aizawa x reader

Warnings:

Werewolf Iida x reader

Warnings:

Satyr Enji x reader

Warnings:

@kinsurou

Siren Shinsou x reader

Warnings:

@anime-nymph

Demon Aizawa x reader

Warnings:

Demon Natsuo x reader x Endeavor

Warnings:

@laudthingcat

Alien Kaminari x reader

Warnings: smut, mention of falling off a cliff, electro stimulation, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex

@infiminty

Yukionna Todoroki x reader

Warnings:

@sabrinamidoriya01

Zombie Izuku x reader

Warnings:

@jean-kayak

Werewolf Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

@sempiternal-amour

Shark Kirishima x reader

Warnings:

AoT

@pinkkento

Spider Eren x reader

Warnings: reader is afab but otherwise gn, monster fucking, eren has eight (8) arms, mentions of illness, blood/blood play, fear mongering, dubcon (kinda), size kink if you squint, breeding kink but not oviposition, use of venom as lube, lots of manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, eren is a sadist but not extreme, dacryphilia, eren calls reader 'little one' and 'love bug'

@bertlsbeloved

Mothman Bertolt x reader

Warnings:

JJK

@headkandies

Curse Sukuna x reader

Warnings:

@vilbabywrites

Wendigo Nanami x reader

Warnings:

@theehoneybunii

Four Armed Sukuna x reader

Warnings:

@monosukuna

Incubus Toji x reader

Warnings:

@cocobutterbaby

Vampire Gojo x reader

Warnings:

@miggiisdumb

Werewolf Sukuna x reader

Warnings:

@xobrattymoonxo

Kraken Matsukawa

Warnings:

@daddydaegu

Venom Tendou x reader

Warnings:

Demon Oikawa x reader

Warnings:

@chicoree

Naga Sakusa x reader

Warnings:

#Only Monster Fans Collab #hil collabs!

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uppermocns-moved · 3 years ago

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Remember the kink hc’s you did with Todoroki, Bakugou, and Deku? Could I please request the same thing with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Shinsou when you have the time? Thank you!

SOME KINKS THEY HAVE (2)

↝ with: kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, shinsou hitoshi.

↝ content warnings: female reader, size/strength difference, dub-con (quirk usage for shinsou), dacryphilia, pet-play, anal/pegging, subtle fem-dom, dumbification, orgasm denial, perverted behavior, impact-play, exhibitionism/voyeurism, lots of spit. reader is written to be smaller than kirishima but he’s written to be huge – no specific measurements are given so use your imagination. also denki has a tongue piercing.

↝ a/n: i think kirishima and shinsou have pretty prominent daddy kinks but i’m writing a separate thing about that.

writing disclaimer // before you request

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

↝ SIZE/STRENGTH DIFFERENCE: eijirou can lift cars and punch through concrete without breaking a sweat. perverted thoughts fill his mind when he remembers just how much stronger he is compared to you, or how he towers over you (and most of the pro-heroes for that matter). just an innocent let’s compare hand sizes has his cock straining in his pants. all he can think about is manhandling you and splitting you open on his cock, or how you’d need both hands to jerk him off.

↝ DUMBIFICATION: it’s hard to not turn into a dumb and drooling mess on his cock, it stretches and fills you to your limit, nudging your cervix and making you cream around him with just a few shallow thrusts. eijirou almost feels a little guilty when he’s basically resizing your cunt, but any guilt he feels quickly fizzles out when he sees the fucked-out look on your face. something about his sweet girl going dumb on his cock makes his heart swell.

↝ CONSENT: this technically isn’t a kink, but it’s genuinely a massive turn-on when you vocalize what you want. eijirou checks in with you constantly, asking if something’s okay or if it feels good when he touches you here.

↝ VOYEURISM: one of eijirou’s favorite things is watching you touch yourself, whether it’s over facetime or from a chair in front of the bed. he would probably be down for having a threesome depending on the person bakugou. really likes when you send him suggestive pictures/videos while he’s stuck at the agency.

↝ PRAISE: coos sweetly in your ear about how well you’re taking his cock, or how good you’re making him feel when you mouth at the leaking tip. tells you that you have the prettiest pussy in the world, tastes so good too. never passes up an opportunity to remind his sweet girl how perfect she is for him.

KAMINARI DENKI

↝ SPIT: denki likes when things get messy. likes when you spit on his cock or his tongue. always offers you a taste of yourself by spitting in your mouth after he eats you out, cooing about how good you taste. spreads your cunt open with his fingers and spits harshly inside it just to hear the cute little surprised squeaks you make.

↝ PANTIES: one of denki’s more perverted fixations. casually bend over when you’re in public and flash him a glimpse of your panties under your skirt. being a stereotypical guy, denki does love the skimpy lace pairs designed to be sexy, but something about the innocent cotton pairs makes his cock throb in his pants. especially if they have a cute lace trim or bow on the front. teases you relentlessly through the fabric, rubbing at your cunt or using his mouth until you’ve soaked them in slick. not above ripping them off and pocketing them so he can jerk off with them wrapped around his cock later.

↝ DUMBIFICATION: denki could probably make you cum in his sleep at this point. nothing strokes his ego like reminding you just how well he knows your body, how to bully your clit with his pierced tongue or prod at your g-spot with his fingers until you’re cumming. watching you go dumb from pleasure is the most rewarding feeling.

↝ FEM-DOM: while denki is a switch and fully capable of reducing you to a babbling mess, his favorite thing in the world is when you do the same to him. he thinks it’s so incredibly hot when you take control. loves being tied up and teased. his body is very flexible so it’s fun to put him in new positions and fuck him stupid, be it with your cunt or a strap-on. sub denki is very obedient and eager to do whatever you ask of him.

↝ NIPPLE STIMULATION: denki’s entire body is an erogenous zone. gently scratch your nails or kiss anywhere and his cock is guaranteed to be hard and leaking in seconds. his nipples are especially sensitive and he loves having them teased and stimulated. lick them, pinch them, circle an ice cube around them, attach some clamps until they’re sore before soothing them with your tongue.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

↝ PET-PLAY: similar to midoriya, this can be as subtle or extreme as you want. hitoshi definitely has a weak spot for catgirls and loves the possessiveness of securing a pretty collar around their neck. always very rewarding and loves scratching or patting your head when you rest it on his lap. however, if you’ve been acting up, he doesn’t think twice about yanking on your leash while you hump his thigh.

↝ DACRYPHILIA: as much as he loves good girls, brats are another weak spot for hitoshi – insufferable ones. he’s annoyingly calm when you’re throwing a fit, tugging on his sleeve and whining “‘toshi, ‘toshi” when you want his attention. he thinks the look on your face is precious, with the furrowed brow and pout, especially when it’s accompanied by tears. something ugly inside him rears its head when he sees you so sexually frustrated that you cry.

↝ IMPACT-PLAY: hitoshi is a very handsy person, so he’s bound to leave a couple spanks on your thighs and ass whenever he’s touching them. hits hard enough to make you jolt forward with a dumb little gasp. loves the reactions you make when he slaps your cunt until its leaky and puffy. gives two love-taps on your cheek when he has you on your knees, usually before or after his cock fills your throat.

↝ QUIRK USAGE: requires lots of trust and explicit consent – never happens without consent. starts with small commands like lay back or spread your legs. gradually increases to hitoshi messing with you in public, whispering get wet in your ear and smirking when your thighs rub together. particularly fond of having you take your panties off underneath a table or down a more secluded hallway. makes you cum on command all the time.

↝ ORGASM DENIAL: this goes both ways. when hitoshi is particularly pent-up, he lays between your legs and lets you deny him for hours, stroking his cock but never allowing him an orgasm. consider it payback for his relentless teasing. when he’s returning the favor, he likes sitting back and watching you hump your vibrator, seeing if you’re disciplined enough to stop when he tells you to (or if he needs to do it for you).

#eijirou kirishima x reader smut #kirishima eijirou x reader smut #kirishima eijirou smut #eijirou kirishima smut #denki kaminari x reader smut #kaminari denki x reader smut #denki kaminari smut #kaminari denki smut #shinsou hitoshi x reader smut #hitoshi shinsou x reader smut #hitoshi shinsou smut #shinsou hitoshi smut #bnha x reader smut #tw impact play #tw dacryphilia #tw dubcon #tw pegging

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wellthatsjustpeachyhuh · 4 years ago

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Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!Reader - Quirk

Warnings: Dubcon, Hypnosis/Mind Control, Spit Play, Forced Orgasm, Mild Choking, Dumbification/Bimbofication, Humiliation/Degradation

"Babe?"

"Yeah Hito-"

Your mind went blank as a sudden calm washed over you, ensnaring your limbs and stilling your movements. Shinsou's head popped into view as he leant over you, and in the reflection of his eyes you could see the slack, dumb look on your own face.

"Silly girl," he cooed, warm hand reaching up to tenderly cup your cheek, "naive little thing." His voice was gravelly, pupils dilated, and had you been able to look down you would've seen the bulge in his jeans.

"You're so trusting of me." His lips brushed against your unresponsive mouth, tongue dipping in gently. "You shouldn't be, you know." His hand slid down to close over your neck, just holding. Shinsou's heavy gaze trailed over your features, zeroing in on your plush, parted lips.

"Open your mouth." The command was firm, settling across your consciousness and your jaw mechanically dropped. You saw as Shinsou's own mouth shifted, tongue swirling around before those lips opened.

Had you been able to move, you would've flinched as the hot, wet saliva dripped into your mouth, pooling under your tongue and mingling with the spit already there. You shuddered internally, eyeing the glint in Shinsou's gaze with a healthy amount of trepidation.

"Good girl," he praised, licking his lips, "so obedient." Hah, as if you had a choice right now. The hand around your throat tightened, a warning, behave. Panic jolted in your stomach coupled with arousal, your vagina moistening slightly - much to your shame and horror.

Saliva pooled in your open mouth, leaking out and onto Shinsou's arm uncontrollably. His lips twisted into something amused, yet sharp and cruel.

"Look at you," he snickered squeezing your neck and delighting in the choked breath that followed, "dumb, drooling little bitch."

"I could make you do anything right now." His voice was low, hushed and dark, threatening painfully attractive. Your pussy throbbed at the promise, as well as the spare hand Shinsou ghosted over your clothed crotch.

"I could make you forget who you are," he continued, murmuring into the skin of your cheek, "keep you as a stupid cocksleeve for whenever I want."

"Could give you kinks you never had before, things you hate." His lips caressed your face, moving down to nibble at your jaw. "I could make you ache for me to do to you all the sinful things you'd never dream of allowing."

"Or perhaps I should keep you as a needy little puppy," the hand not around your throat cupped your breast, fondling roughly, "have you whine and bark for my attention."

"I want you to react." The words were different this time, laced with an undercurrent of obey me and the flitted across your fogged mind. A strangled gasp was pulled from your throat as finally, you were able to move, trembling hands flying up to grip Shinsou's forearm.

"H-Hhhh-" you wheezed out, nails digging into his skin. He huffed out a laugh at your panicked cries, loosening his grip so you could breathe.

Your body still felt...odd, as though it wasn't entirely your own. And, at this moment, you realised it wasn't - it was Shinsou's.

"Stay there." His hand slipped off your neck, but no matter how much you squirmed your feet were stuck to the floor. He stepped back, admiring your struggles as he palmed his aching bulge. Tears prickled in your eyes, humiliation burning deep in your stomach as you couldn't fight against Shinsou's quirk. Your shoulders slumped as you gave up, and your face heated up as you saw the smug glint in Shinsou's eyes.

"Finished?" He said lightly, eyeing you as one would a cute, yet misbehaved pet. You opened your mouth indignantly to respond, but nothing came out. "That won't work," Shinsou piped up, "I didn't say you could talk, silly girl."

"Now, cum."

White-hot pleasure hit hard and fast as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. Your thighs shook, hands quickly flying down to press between them to give you something - anything - to rut against. Eyes rolled back, you didn't even feel the drool leaking from your lips or see the lustful gaze of Shinsou. Your knees buckled slightly, whole body quivering as the forced orgasm washed over you, and the tears that had previously gathered finally dripped down your flushed cheeks. All you could focus on was the throbbing ache of your pussy as you squirted, hole clenching around nothing.

Your panties were soaked, even through the extra layer of bottoms you could feel it. The space between your thighs grew hot, damp, and sticky with release as you whined shamefully, pressing the heel of your palm against your clit for stimulation. You could feel some of the fluid steadily running down your legs as you gushed, unable to stop.

It wouldn't end, not until Shinsou commanded your body to do so.

#mha #bnha #mha smut #mha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x y/n #mha x you #mha x reader #my hero academia #triggering themes #read the warnings at the top y'all #spiced peach

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jadequeen88 · 4 years ago

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MasterList

UPDATED: 7/4/21

BNHA, Haikyuu!, AoT, and JJK fics coming!

All characters are aged up to at least 18.

ALL OF MY WORK IS NSWF UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.

If you want to read my fic recs, they can be found under #jade’s bookshelf

Latest Fics: young and beautiful (Coach Ukai x Reader) & The Favor of a God Pt. 1 (WolfHybrid/ForestGuardian!Kirishima x FemmWitch!Reader)

My Wips:

GameStop!Shigaraki x Fem!coworker → outline in the works

Crimson Canopy pt2 → outline in the works

Obsession pt2 → outline complete

Dabi x ChildhoodFriend!Reader → outline complete → 1k words

Full Fics:

#jade writes smut

TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

MANNERS: Shigaraki x SoftMommyDom!Reader

INCEL TOMURA: Incel!Tomura x egirl!reader

HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI:

CRIMSON CANOPY: Harpy!Hawks x F!Reader

DABI/TOUYA TODOROKI:

THE HUNT: An arranged marriage AU where you find yourself being prey to your new husband

OBSESSION: Dabi x CatGirl!Reader

SHINSOU HITOSHI:

MIND BLOWING MEET UP: ProHero!Shinsou x F!Reader

DABI/HAWKS/READER:

A WAITRESSES’ WORST NIGHTMARE: Quirkless AU where Touya and Keigo are the worst co-workers ever

TAMAKI AMAJIKI:

SMART GIRLS MAKE FAST LEARNERS: Yandere!Tamaki x CamGirl!Reader college AU (dark content!)

KIRISHIMA:

ACCIDENTIAL VALENTINE: RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerFem!Reader

RED AND THE WOLF: (FEAT. BAKUGOU) Half Giant!Kirishima x Wolf!Bakugo x fem!reader

THE FAVOR OF A GOD: Part 1 WolfHybrid/ForestGuardian!Kirishima x FemmWitch!Reader

Drabbles:

#jade drabbles

DILF!Shindo x Babysitter!Reader

DILF!Kirishima takes you on a milkshake run

Dilf!Kirishima introcuces you to his friends

Forced to marry Keigo TW:dark content

DILF!Deku thots

Dacryphilia and Dumbification with Bakugo and Dabi

Breeding kink with Keigo

#masterlist #bnha #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha smut #jade drabbles #jade writes smut #jade's bookshelf

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petalsrdead · 3 years ago

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KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

DISCONTINUED

yes, i’m starting this four days late, don’t mind me!!!

im gonna try and post every day but i might get distracted ahah! i’ve never done kinktober before but i wanna get back into writing again so i thought this would be perfect!

please mind all the tags on each fic!! some may contain dark content!

OCTOBER 1st — SHOTO TODOROKI + EDGING/DACRYPHILIA

OCTOBER 2nd — TOORU OIKAWA + PUBLIC SEX

OCTOBER 3rd — ARMIN ARLERT + HUMILIATION

OCTOBER 4th — SATORU GOJO + BDSM

OCTOBER 5th — AKITO SOHMA + DEGRADATION

OCTOBER 6th — INOSUKE HASHIBIRA + PET PLAY

OCTOBER 7th — DRAKEN + BREEDING

OCTOBER 8th — OSAMU DAZAI + ORGASM DENIAL

OCTOBER 9th — DABI + PISS KINK

OCTOBER 10th — SATORI TENDO + SOMNOPHILIA

OCTOBER 11th — EREN YEAGER + OVERSTIMULATION

OCTOBER 12th — YUJI ITADORI + DADDY KINK

OCTOBER 13th — TANJIRO KAMADO + TOYS

OCTOBER 14th — MIKEY + COCKWARMING

OCTOBER 15th — ZEKE YEAGER + HATE SEX

OCTOBER 16th — RYUNOSUKE TANAKA + YU NISHINOYA + DOUBLE PENETRATION

OCTOBER 17th — IZUKU MIDORIYA + BODY WORSHIP

OCTOBER 18th — LEVI ACKERMAN + BRAT TAMING

OCTOBER 19th — KOTAROU BOKUTO + PHONE SEX

OCTOBER 20th — HITOSHI SHINSOU + MANIPULATION

OCTOBER 21st — JEAN KIRSTEIN + BATH SEX

OCTOBER 22nd — TETSURO KUROO + DUMBIFICATION

OCTOBER 23rd — SHOTA AIZAWA + THIGH RIDING

OCTOBER 24th — ERWIN SMITH + PRAISE KINK

OCTOBER 25th — WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA + SIZE KINK

OCTOBER 26th — KATSUKI BAKUGOU + FEMDOM/PEGGING

OCTOBER 27th — KENMA KOZUME + RECORDING

OCTOBER 28th — KEIGO TAKAMI + MUTUAL MASTURBATION

OCTOBER 29th — HAJIME IWAIZUMI + FACE FUCKING

OCTOBER 30th — KAI CHISAKI + CORRUPTION

OCTOBER 31st — SEIJOH 4 + GANGBANG

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago

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a hard dom hitoshi pls?? maybe some rewarding in the end...

SAY NO MORE.

•Love Me Like You•

Summary: Just some Daddy Hitoshi being a hard dom, then getting real sweet.

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x FemReader (both 18+)

Warnings: Dom Hitoshi, Sub reader, Daddy kink (shocking I know), light bondage, impact play, creampie, unprotected sex, mild degradation, mild dumbification, a dash of spit play.

Word Count: 1,816

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Your thighs tremble, unreliable as you kneel. Your wrists ache, bound behind you for what has felt like eternity. Still, you don't move. You sit pretty and shake.

Hitoshi's hot breath is on your neck, one hand grasps your hip as the other adjusts the vibrator he's holding against your clit.

Your head falls forward and you sniffle against his sweat slicked shoulder. Your cunt honest to god hurts as it clamps around his painfully hard cock.

Hitoshi came home in a particularly sadistic mood. A very unique kind, though. Whenever he was in this mood, he would usually have your whole body bound, mouth gagged, and your pussy brutalized. Today, however, it was slightly different.

Today he was full of authority, he wanted you to obey according to your own free will, he wanted you to be good for the sake of being good. He didn't want you bound, he wanted to feel you squirm, watch you twitch, make you hurt.

"D-Daddy, please." You roll your head on his shoulder, crying into his neck as the hand on your hip tightens.

"No." His voice is short, harsh, unyielding.

You nod and whimper, body driven mad by how long he's had you hanging off the edge. You straddle his lap, impaled by his length as he works his toy against your clit.

"Do you really need more? Are you really that fucking greedy?" His voice rumbles in his chest, dripping with disdain.

You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a harsh slap to your ass. You choke out a moan, the sting only making you tighten around him, only pushing you closer to the ecstasy he won't let you taste.

"Oh baby, I love the way that pussy tells me what you like." He lets out a breathy, condescending laugh before striking you again.

"You like that, little one? You like it when I bust your ass for you?" He smooths his hand over the reddened skin, chuckling when you let out a gentle sob as he flicks the speed of the vibrator up.

"I- C-Can't hold it." Your body jolts as you stutter out the confession, feeling the first flutters of your orgasm, cursing your disobedient body.

"That's a damn shame." He says thoughtfully.

Then, just as your body is about to ignite, he rips the vibrator away, then he plants his hand on your chest and pushes you off of his lap.

"You were behaving so well, you just had to ruin it, didn't you?" He crawls over you as you collapse onto your back, arms bending uncomfortably behind you.

"I'm sorry! Fuck- I'm sorry, it felt too good, it felt too good." Hot tears soak your face as you thrash on the mattress.

He grabs your jaw with a crushing grip. His eyes are wild, full of rage and impatience.

"Then you tell me, you tell me when it feels too good. You do not cum without fucking permission, you got that, slut?" His words drip from his lips like venom, biting and melting your skin.

"Yes s-sir." You sniffle, searching his face for even an ounce of mercy.

He pulls his hand away a little too fast, only to crack the back of his hand across your face. Your head whips to the side, you can't catch your breath or focus, you barely feel his hands hook under your knees as he pushes your legs up and apart.

"You didn't fucking earn this." He says before lining himself up with your dripping cunt, he pushes in with a low groan.

His fingers gorge themselves on your legs, his eyes devour your quaking form. You're nothing but clay to him, soft and moldable, anything he wants you to be.

"What do you say?" He asks, leaning against the backs of your thighs as he settles your legs over each shoulder.

"Tha-ank you." Your breath catches when he sinks all the way in, kissing your most sensitive spots with the tip of his thick length.

"Is that it, kitten? That the spot that gets you all fucked up?" His tone is mocking as he pulls his hips back. You nod frantically, desperate for him to fill you again.

And he does.

He fucks into you recklessly, he doesn't hold back in the slightest. He watches you cry and squirm and beg, and he fucking loves it.

Your body lights up, every inch of you catches fire as he breathes fire into your limbs. Every thrust in sends new shocks of pleasure to your very soul. All you can do is lay there and take it, especially with your arms bound and your legs so well contained by his body.

"You're so well behaved when you've got a cock inside you." He teases, turning his face so he can mouth at your calf.

"I wanna be good- wanna be good for you." You admit between sobs and moans, fisting at the sheets behind your back as he decimates your core.

Something in him snaps then, something depraved, something feral. He throws your legs off of his shoulders before grabbing you by the hips and flipping you onto your front suddenly.

You let him throw you around like the ragdoll you are, whimpering as you push yourself up onto your knees, keeping your back arched how he likes.

He growls as his hands slide up the backs of your thighs, his breath is hot on your pussy, taunting you with what could be.

"You're a good little whore when you want to be." He spits onto your clit with malice.

You turn your head so you can glance back at him, he runs his fingers up through the mess he's made between your legs. His eyes stay on yours as his middle finger plays at your clit, chuckling when you jump and whine.

"Beg me for it." He breathes, giving a confident nod down to his pretty dick.

"Please- I need it, I'll stay just like this, I'll take it, I promise I'll be so good just please let me have your cock." You blabber, only slightly worried it might be overkill, but your body is screaming for him.

His eyebrows raise and his lip twitches into an amused smirk.

"You sure look pretty when you're falling apart." He muses as he settles behind you, lining himself up with your hole once again.

"Please, please, please." The last plea is a broken, shredded cry. It rips from your throat with a sob as he finally sinks in again, ridding you of the emptiness you feel without him.

"You're a terrible little thing." He sighs, his nonchalant tone contrasting harshly with the urgent way he thrusts into you.

His pace is immediately merciless, the angle is brilliant, the sensation makes your skin run hot. Your toes curl and your wrists tug at the binds, your body desperate for the kind of freedom only Hitoshi can provide.

"Beg. Me. For. It." He barks out, cracking a palm down against your ass.

"I feel that cunt squeezin' me, don't you dare cum without asking. Learn a damn lesson for once." He sneers.

"P-please, Daddy please, lemme cum on your cock, lemme cum." You gasp out, trying with everything you have to hold off the electric euphoria creeping up your spine.

He grabs your wrists with one hand, and your hair with the other. He leans back slightly and lifts your torso up with him, suspending your upper body off of the bed as he hammers away at your weeping center.

"Do it, cum on that cock, cum on that fucking cock." His words become hurried and unsteady as he inches towards his own undoing.

And then it all shatters. The two of you cry and groan and grab as you fall apart, your sexes pulse and flutter in time, heat consumes you both and it's everything.

"That's my girl, that's a good girl." He praises as his hips stutter, slowing into an easy roll as he works you through your orgasms.

He lowers you down again as your walls continue to contract around his length as he fills you up beautifully, making you feel so impossibly complete.

His mouth is hot and sloppy as he kisses down your spine, making you shiver and arch into him.

"You did so good, you're so damn good for me." He smiles against your skin, reveling in the tightness of your cunt around him.

His hands work at the binds on your wrists, freeing them almost immediately. You sigh at the relief, letting them fall down as the rest of your body collapses.

"Easy, I gotcha." Hitoshi whispers, hands on your sides as he lays you down and slides out of you.

He's pulling you into his chest instantly, issing the top of your head as his hands rub soothing lines up and down your sweat soaked back.

"Baby, that was so perfect, you were so perfect." He says between soft kisses.

"I'm sorry I almost came without permission, it just felt so good." You say, hands clawing at his skin as you bury your face into his neck.

"Hey, listen to me." He says sternly, one hand coming up to hold you cheek and force you to make eye contact.

"You're not in trouble, I just needed you to listen, you listened so well afterwards." He reassures you. His eyes are soft now, honest and full of safety.

"I'd say you even deserve a back rub for being such a good girl." He says, a smile playing at his lips when you light up at the suggestion.

"Please?" You ask, voice sweet and eyes full of hope, it makes his heart melt.

"Anything, whatever you need." He promises, he gets you settled on the bed after he cleans you with a warm cloth.

He throws on a pair of basketball shorts before he straddles the backs of your thighs. You cross your aching arms under your head so you can watch him work. He looks so stunning, all milky skin and lavender hues as, it's absolutely mesmerizing.

"Thank you, Daddy." You sigh as he presses his lotion covered hands into your tight muscles.

He smoothes and rubs, working every bit of pain and tension out of you.

"Thank you, for being so damn good, kitten."

He takes his time with you, capable hands work with soft lips as he loves the aches out of your body. He brings you back down so sweetly, easing you into such a warm fuzzy headspace. Soon, your wrapped in his clothes, drifting into sleep as he whispers sweet nothings into your freshly washed hair.

Hitoshi is nothing short of heaven on earth, you're sure of that. He could be so rough, so demanding, but god he could be so soft, so caring. You love him for that, you always will.

#my hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou #my hero smut #shinsou smut #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #my hero academia smut #domsub #shinsou hitoshi #mha shinsou

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bnnyville · 3 years ago

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ꨄ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 + 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

attack on titan : jean kirstein, eren jeager, armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, hange zoe, and levi ackerman.

jujutsu kaisen : geto suguru, gojo satoru, yuuji itadori, ryomen sukuna, nanami kento, megumi fushiguro, and toji fushiguro.

my hero : izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, dabi, shigaraki, shindo yo, shinsou hitoshi, present mic, and aiwaza shouta.

naruto : kakashi hatake, sasuke uchiha, itachi uchiha, madara uchiha, obito uchiha, hidan, might guy, rock lee, neji hyuga, and hinata hyuga.

𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

genres : angst, fluff, smut, dark content, and any combination of the four.

general : age gaps, age play, anal, breath play, breeding kink, bondage, choking, corruption kink, cuckolding, degradation, dumbification, femdom, impact play, infidelity, lactation kink, mommy / daddy kink, neglection kink, spitting and cumplay, pet play, pegging, power dynamics, praise, pregnancy kink, etc.

dark content : blood + knife play, dub-con, non-con, drugging, fear play, gun play, kidnapping, piss kink, psuedocest, sadomasochism, stalking, and yandere themes.

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓.

pedophilia or underaged characters, scat, snuff, vore, or vomit kinks.

#ꨄ. navi.

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seita · 5 years ago

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— disinterest | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: fluff, smut, pwp

wordcount: 𝟸,𝟽𝟻𝟽

cw: stoner!au (graphic use of drugs, sex while under the influence)

tags: dirty talk, humiliation, cock sucking, squirting, wet&messy, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, choking, hair pulling, dumbification, degradation (name calling), creampie, cum eating, light aftercare

note: my kink is being ignored and being made to work for attention so this is self indulgent—

— you enjoyed being ignored and your boyfriend, Shinsou, is happy to indulge after a night of getting high together.

masterlist | rules

His eyes fluttered as he took a drag from his joint, eyes fixing back on the television that displayed a video game he’d slowly been playing. Getting high with your boyfriend wasn’t something you could say you had planned for the evening but when Shinsou had gotten a call from his dealer boasting some ‘good shit’, he couldn’t resist.

That was how you wound up in your current position.

You were on your knees, Shinsou’s sweats pooled around his ankles with your hand wrapped around his hard cock. His knees were spread allowing you to sit comfortably between his legs.

You licked your lips at the sight of his long, thick cock, giving him a couple pumps, watching as a creamy bead of his precum oozed from the tip to drip down the thick vein on the underside. You licked your lips, following the bead until it met your hand, making the movements slicker.

The carpet dug into your knees almost painfully but you ignored it in favor of enveloping the hot head of his cock into your mouth. His precum was sweet on your tongue as you lapped it up, sucking the sensitive skin with quick glances at his face. His fingers twitched and for a second you thought he was going to grip your hair like he usually did when you sucked him off but he didn’t, merely continued staring at the screen of the television.

The fact he was ignoring you like that sent a shiver down your spine. When he pretended to act as if your mouth wasn’t literally taking his cock down your throat, it never failed to make you soak your panties.

You continued to sink down, tears pricking your eyes the deeper his cock went. He pushed past your gag reflex and you choked, feeling his length throb in response to the feeling. Yet, he made no move to indicate that he even recognized you were sucking him off.

Instead, he nursed the joint between his lips as his fingers mashed the buttons of his controller.

For anyone else, this may have felt degrading — being on your knees with your boyfriends cock down your throat as he utterly ignored you. But for you, it was exciting. The humiliation of it made you wet. You wanted to please him, to earn his attention and praise.

Your head slipped into a dream-like haze, your mouth stuffed full of your boyfriends thick cock. His precum melting on your tongue as you swallowed around him. His thighs twitched at the feeling and you saw his thumbs hesitate on the buttons. But he quickly recovered, landing a kill and ending the round.

He took a drag from his joint, blowing the smoke in your face. You winced, pulling back from his length with a gasp.

He gazed at you for a long second, before the music on the screen changed and he went back to paying that attention. You had half a mind to pout, you had been hoping for some praise.

But alas, you returned to your task of swallowing him down. He was impossibly hard and you briefly wondered if he was growing any closer. The possibility that you weren’t actually doing well, in your drug-induced haze, crossed your mind and made you feel a bit self-conscious.

That feeling only made you work harder, however. Drool started to pool in your mouth, dribbling down the sides of his length to wet the tufts of hair at the base of him. It dripped down his balls and he let out a soft sigh at the mess — just how he loved it.

Your lips and chin were soaked and it began to reach your neck but you paid it no mind. You worked your mouth fast, bobbing your head with your eyes closed as you focused on bringing your boyfriend all the pleasure you could.

Usually, Shinsou would warn you when he was about to cum or hold off his orgasm so he could pleasure you as well. But instead, you felt the sudden rush of heat as his cock violently pulsed in your throat. You swallowed all his cum until he used his foot to push you back, letting his cock fall from your lips. Some cum you didn’t manage to catch, dribbled down and met with the mess of your drool and his precum, but he paid it no mind.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, watching with a pout as he pulled his sweats back up and resumed his game. You were left sitting on the ground, cheeks burning with humiliation at the whole ordeal.

Despite the shame he made you feel, you still looked up to admire him. He looked delectable. There was a flush to his cheeks due to his orgasm and his eyes were lidded, pupils blown wide either due to pleasure or the drugs. Still, those dark circles against his pale skin never ceased to make your heart flutter.

You managed to snag one hell of a catch.

That thought had you crawling onto the couch, laying on your side with your head in his lap. He didn’t acknowledge you but adjusted so you could lay against him comfortably.

Some time, between the feeling of your boyfriend pressed against you and the background noise of his video game, you dozed off.

You woke up to him shifting, making you sit up a bit to let him slide out from beneath you. You realized he had turned his game off and put on some adult animation show you knew he enjoyed. He mumbled about going to piss and clean up before disappearing down the hallway.

Shifting in your seat, you frowned at the sticky feeling of your panties that had grown uncomfortable. Just as you were about to stand up, he came out of the bathroom.

He paused in front of you, eyes still lidded and you wondered how long you had been asleep and if he had continued to smoke during. You still felt the buzz of the pot in your own system and as you gazed up at him, you remembered the feeling of his cock in your throat.

A small smirk grew across his lips as he stepped closer to you, “Are your panties wet?”

Without hesitation you nodded, shifting in your seat. He scoffed, taking a seat beside you with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Go change them then,” he nearly laughed at the pout you made but you stood up and did as you were told anyway.

You didn’t bother putting on your shorts again — the t-shirt you stole from him doing well enough to cover you up. When you returned to the living room, you sat beside him, still feeling the ache of need. You needed to be touched, you wanted him to touch you.

“Toshi,” you whined, scooting closer to him.

He hummed, sipping on a soda he’d gotten from the kitchen. You sat up on your knees beside him, lifting the hem of your shirt to show him the cute pair you had put on. He took a long look at them and you felt pride at the way his throat moved as he swallowed.

“What?” he grumbled, slow gaze dragging back up to your face.

You whined, reaching for his hand. He let you move his hand beneath the band of your panties until you felt his fingertips graze your slit. You shivered at the barely contained groan he let out.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groaned, middle finger dipping between your folds to find your hardened clit that was so desperate for his attention, “You liked sucking my cock that much?”

“L-Like it when you ignore me,” you confessed, making a brow perk up at your confession.

“Aren’t you just a little slut?” he cooed, pulling his hand out of your panties, making you whine, “Strip.”

You scrambled to do as you were told, tossing your shirt and panties onto the floor until you were sitting naked before him. With surprising strength, he grabbed you hips and yanked you into his lips so that your back was pressed against his chest. You could feel that he was hard once more in the confines of his pants.

“Sit on my cock,” he ordered you, breath fanning against your sensitive ear.

You eagerly reached beneath you, to free his length. Positioning yourself above him, you slowly began to work yourself down. You hadn’t been prepped so you had to take it slow, wincing every once in a while at the stinging burn the stretch gave you.

“Don’t move,” he grunted once you were fully seated. You whined, your walls spasming around his length.

“I wanna cum,” you whined, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

He shrugged, “You can cum all you want,” you glanced up at him at those words. His eyes were fixated on the TV, a bored expression on his face, “Since you like being ignored so much...I’m not gonna help you.”

You were still for a moment, deciding what you were meant to do. You were steadily dripping down his cock as it pulsed inside you. Your own clit ached for a touch. You would love to feel your boyfriend’s rough fingers touching you but you realized it was something you would have to do on your own.

At least you were stuffed full of his fat cock.

Your fingers traveled down your body to find your clit, a single touch to the bud making your thighs jump. The drugs and denial of pleasure had made you so sensitive to touch that you knew it would take no time at all for you to cum.

You eagerly worked your bud, walls clenching tight around his cock as your high grew. Shinsou’s eyes fluttered at the feeling of you squeezing him.

Just as you thought, you were sent headlong into an orgasm. Your body trembled against Shinsou, thighs clamping shut around your own hand at the onslaught of pleasure pummeling your body. Your cum coated his cock as you came down, panting and shaking. Your thighs fell back open, relaxing your body once again.

Shinsou still didn’t move or comment and all you could think about was how giddy it made you feel that he was acting so unaffected by the fact his girlfriend was cumming around his cock like a little slut.

God, you loved it.

Just the thought had the heat rising again and your hand found its way to your clit once more. It took a bit longer to get you there this time but you finally came again with a cry of his name. Your hips circled around his cock, forcing your pleasure to new heights as you gushed messily around his length.

In the back of your buzzing mind, you swear you could have heard him groan. But when your eyes fluttered open to look at him, he just looked bored.

Your slick was coating his cock, making a mess that had his mouth watering. He wanted to drop to his knees and lick up every drop of your sweet cum. He clenched his fists tight where you couldn’t see his self control slowly withering away.

Instead of stopping after your orgasm, you continued to circle your clit until yet another orgasm wracked your body. This time, you couldn’t help yourself and eagerly started bouncing on his cock. You whined, still rubbing your throbbing bud.

A rush of your cum gushed from your cunt, soaking both yours and his thighs. You cried out his name mixed with slurred praises as you squirted. The sight and feeling of painting him with your cum sent his self-control unraveling.

Before you could react, your face was pressed into the cushion of the couch with Shinsou hammering his cock into your poor cunt with everything he had. His balls slapped against your clit, making you tremble in overstimulation. You barely had a chance to come down from your high before he forced you into yet another.

He growled, as you gushed around him again. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanked you back on your knees so your back was pressed against him again. The second you were upright, his hand was around your throat.

“You’re such a little slut,” he snarled, hammering into your slick little cunt, “How many times have you cum, now? You’re such a little whore for my cock, just couldn’t resist stuffing this sloppy little cunt full, isn’t that right?”

“N-No!” you whined, grinding back against him, “Y-Your cock’s too good. Makin’ me cum so hard…” your words were slurred as your eyes rolled back in your head.

He scoffed at your words, “Can’t even talk properly? Has my fat fucking cock fucked you stupid. Hm? Are you my dumb babygirl?”

The condescending, almost cruel words made you clench around him. He could be such a beast when he wanted to.

To outside viewers, Shinsou appeared almost lazy and disinterested. He didn’t talk much nor did he show much interest in things. But with you — you brought out a side of him that was borderline feral.

He lived to see you cry, squirm, and cum so hard you could barely breathe. It was a lifesource to him.

And now as you sat there, helplessly impaled on his thick length as it stuffed your sweet little cunt full, tears dripped down your cheeks at the stimulation.

“You're never gonna be able to take anyone else’s cock again,” he growled into your ear, “I’ve ruined this little pussy so only my cock can satisfy it. Only I can treat this greedy little cunt this good, right?”

“Yes!” you shrieked but it was cut off by his hand tightening around your throat, cutting off your blood.

“You're gonna squirt again,” he ordered, “Go on. Make a mess for me.”

With your thighs open and his fat cock spreading your folds apart, your little clit was exposed and vulnerable to the heavy slap he suddenly laid upon it. Your body froze at the pain but instead of pulling you away from that delicious high, it sent you right over the edge.

“That's it!” he praised, releasing your throat to listen to the way you sobbed, “Such a good fucking girl creaming all over my cock. What a messy girl.”

You babbled mindlessly, gasping and trembling as he continued to ruthlessly fuck you. Your orgasm continued to rise, squirting and gushing everywhere and making a mess.

“Cumming so hard you've turned stupid,” he teased, a cruel laugh in his voice, “That's okay baby, you don't need that useless brain of yours. All you need is my fat cock in this cute little cunt. That's all you're good for anyway, taking my cock. Maybe I should keep you as a permanent cockwarmer—”

He was cut off by a grunt, the thought of keeping you as nothing but a hole for him to use and dump his cum into sent him over the edge finally. His hot cum filled you up, eventually spilling out due to the sheer amount. It only added to the mess you'd already created.

When he pulled out, you collapsed face first with your ass in the air. You could feel his eyes on you, watching as your twitching hole spasmed and pushed out his cum causing it to dribble down your thighs.

You didn't put up a fight as he flipped you over onto your back. He hiked your knees up to your chest to expose your cum-filled hole. You allowed him to maneuver you as he pleased.

He enveloped your entire pussy in his mouth and sucked — his own cum filling his mouth. He groaned, sitting up to meet your lips in a fierce kiss. You whined, opening your mouth to accept his cum, eagerly swallowing it.

Finally, he sat back and let out a breath. Climbing off the couch, he ran to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you off with.

You relished in his attention, letting him clean you up and pepper you with kisses and praise. Before long, you found yourself cuddled against him in bed, whispers of his love for you on his lips as he promised to take a shower with you once you were more clear headed.

You fell asleep in the sweet embrace of your boyfriend, a full ache of lust settling in your gut at the thought of another round later.

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