#shoto gets so many kisses

[treef-greef]

[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[yukioos]

helloo i was wondering how the boys from Bnha would act if they arrived early to the date with fem!reader and saw her finishing her curly hair, maybe try to help her or just admire her

I really like your write btw 😽

when the boys see you doing your curly hair routine before your date

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

izuku midoriya

izuku knocked on the door to your house with a sweaty fist, nervous to see you again. he’d gone over to your house many times before for school projects and hangouts, but this was a date. he decided it would be more reasonable to be early than on time, to make a good impression on you. he wanted you to think he was getting ready for a while and was excited to see you, which, he was.

he fully expected you or your parents to open the door, but to his surprise, a man who looked to be a little under twenty opened it. the man stood there menacingly with a grim frown on his face. crap, was this your brother? the green-haired boy’s eyes widened at the realization. you had similar features and the same nose, the same look in your eyes when you were angry.

izuku knew he had to say something or else he’d be in deep shit. he tried to sound confident, but his words came out with a stutter, “um— hi! i’m— uh— i’m here for—“

“here for y/n?” your brother continued the sentence for him, glaring straight into his eyes.

“yes!” he nodded and showed his pearly whites, “we’re going to the movie theater together!”

your brother’s eyebrows furrowed and he rolled his eyes before opening the door so izuku could walk through. both boys knew your brother was just trying to protect you. he knew how men could be, and he wanted the best for you. your boyfriend took his shoes off, knowing he would hang out with you before going to the theater.

“‘zuku, come here!” he heard your voice shout from upstairs, a little muffled. he guessed you were doing something in your room.

“okay!” he shouted back with excitement, but that faded once he looked back and saw your brother with his crossed arms.

he scoffed, “just leave the door open. go.”

izuku nodded and bolted upstairs without a second thought, racing up your stairs all the way to your bedroom. he gently opened the door and peeked his head in, checking to see if he was in the right room. the bathroom door was opened, and you were putting something into your wet hair.

“what are you putting into your hair?” he questioned, shyly walking closer to you in the bathroom. products were laid everywhere on the counter, including hair clips and a bonnet you probably took out prior to your shower.

your attention was pulled away from your hair and instead to izuku when you saw a speck of green in the mirror. you smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“it’s gel, reduces frizz and stuff like that.” you stated, tilting your head and scrunching it into your hair. once you repeated it to the other side, you grabbed a bottle with an odd cap on it. “this thing is mousse. what d’ya think it does?”

he thought for a moment. it could most likely do many things, and according to you, a lot of products help with reducing frizz and add volume. maybe that was it. he picked up some of your other products and looked at what they were. with process of elimination, he realized mousse’s purpose had to be to add volume.

“does it add volume to your hair?” he asked.

you nodded, “yeah, good job!”

he smiled and blushed, then began to giggle from how nervous he was. he scratched the back of his neck and stated, “you know, i notice your hair looks longer, one of the reasons being because it’s wet, but what’s the other thing called again? whenever i pull your hair it’s very long, but i forgot what the term is.”

“shrinkage?” you asked, receiving a nod from the freckled boy.

“yeah, that’s what it’s called!” he smiled eyes closing. his eyes then widened and looked a little more nervous. he asked, “was the guy downstairs your brother?”

“oh, yeah. he’s really smart so he went to college when he was young. he’s here for break.” you smiled, it was apparent how much you loved your brother. you then paused, “he didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

“wha— no, of course not! your brother was very amazing and um— we—“ izuku began to stumble over his words, and his heart dropped when heavy footsteps travelled up the stairs.

your brother walked into your room. izuku’s eyes widened, shit, he forgot to keep the door open.

your brother stomped over to your bathroom and grumbled, “i said leave the door open, didn’t i?”

“y-yes! i’m sorry, it won’t happen again! i will fully keep the door open, i promise!”

you rolled your eyes and scrunched more product into your hair before whining, “get out! ‘m trying to hang out with him, so be nice!”

“whatever,” he rolled his eyes back and left your room.

izuku was sure to leave the door open after that.

katsuki bakugo

katsuki arrived at your house with a gift for you, a coat you’ve been wanting because it’s winter. he planned to give it to you before you went out to dinner with him, but knew you’d want it to be washed beforehand. luckily, he washed it at his house, so you could wear it on your way to the restaurant.

he was early, however, and rang the doorbell to signal to your parents that he was there and needed to be let in. it was cold, after all, and although the blonde naturally ran hot, he was shivering. a few seconds after he rang the doorbell, he grumbled and stomped.

then, your father opened the door and grinned, “hey, katsuki! takin’ our daughter out to dinner, huh?” he checked his wrist as the blonde walked into the house and took off his shoes, “you’re pretty early. she’s probably getting ready up there, you can go ahead and check if you’d like.”

he nodded and thanked him, then walked upstairs, and took his scarf and coat off before laying them on your bed. he didn’t see you in your room and was oblivious to the light from your bathroom.

“y/n, where are you?” he asked, eyes darting around the room in a slight panic.

“in the bathroom, kats.” you replied, opening up the door with your foot, as your hands were preoccupied.

he followed in after you. you were putting something in your hair, but he didn’t know what. is that how you got your curls to be like how they are? and second of all, why the hell haven’t you kissed him yet?

“the hell is that?” he asked, picking up the bottle of mousse and examining it.

you rolled your eyes, “it’s a product i use for my hair. helps to make my hair less flat and have more volume instead.”

he grumbled then touched the hair you hadn’t scrunched product into yet. your curls were perfect, but your hair was still wet. once you did the other side and diffused it, he took a curl in his hands, pulled it down, then released it. he would never admit how entranced he was by how long your hair actually was, and how much he loved it.

“y’like it, honey?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking so sweetly into his eyes. on your tiptoes, you gently kissed his cheek, and he placed his hand on your back to keep you there.

maybe he would admit it.

“yeah, i like your hair, you should know that by now.” he paused, then grumbled, “and it was about damn time that you gave me a kiss!”

shoto todoroki

shoto was invited into your house by your parents as soon as he stepped foot onto the property. your parents began to talk to him, giving details about how much you talk about him. he blushed at the compliments you gave him behind his back, but tried not to show his pleasure.

but a few minutes later, your excited little brother ran down the stairs. he looked to be around five or six years old, and it was clear that you were siblings. you had the same hair.

the little boy ran up to him then stared up at him for a few seconds. shoto began to stare at him back, curious as what he was going to say. kids had no filter, after all, but you always praised your little brother, saying he was a well-behaved kid.

“are you my sissy’s boyfriend?” he asked, fiddling with his tiny fingers.

“i am.” your boyfriend replied simply. he still didn’t know how to talk to children as well, unlike you, but tried his best.

“so… um… do you like her?” the little boy asked, looking up at him with round cheeks and big eyes.

“yes, i like her a lot. that’s why we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” he responded with a blank look on his face.

your brother paused for a moment then turned to your mother. he exclaimed, “mama, i want goldfish!” and raised his hands, wanting to be picked up.

a soft chuckle came from shoto’s mouth at the change of topic, and how your little brother walked away with no explanation. when your mother walked to the cabinet to get your brother some snacks, your father told him he could go upstairs, you were in your room doing something to your hair.

he walked up to your room and knocked on your door, still trying to be as polite as possible in case you were changing. he heard a muffled, ‘come in,’ and walked in, eyes darting everywhere to find you.

you were in your bathroom, styling your hair when soft footsteps lingered in your bedroom. you opened your bathroom door so shoto could come in, supposing he felt awkward as he didn’t know where you were.

a smile formed on your face when you saw his split-colored hair and his body in the bathroom. you washed your hands and wiped them on a towel to get rid of the product, then placed your hands on his warm sweater before wrapping your arms around his neck.

he was a little caught off guard by the act of intimacy but sent you a soft smile and wrapped his arms around your waist. his soft lips were suddenly on yours, continuing to give you slow, loving kisses.

once the two of you stopped, you placed one more plush kiss onto his cheek and continued to scrunch the product into your hair. shoto was confused at what you were doing. it looked like you were just scrunching your hair for no reason. he tilted his head in confusion and wonder, but remembered what you said when you first started dating. as shoto didn’t know much and was an airhead at times because of his isolation as a child, you told him to always ask questions if he was wondering something.

“what are you doing with your hair?” he asked, staring at it intently.

you paused and turned your head towards him, and smiled, “oh, i’m just putting product into my hair. it helps make my hair not so frizzy and creates volume so my hair isn’t so flat!”

he hadn’t seen you with wet hair very often, but he knew one thing. you definitely looked good with it. wet droplets still lay on your skin, and you were so focused on your hair. he loved moments like this, when he could admire you for as long as he wanted to with no words, and you were completely fine with it too.

time passed quickly, and his eyes were on you throughout all of it.

once your hair had dried, you asked, ��wanna feel it? it’s super soft, sho.”

he smiled and ran his hands down your hair but not through. according to you, your classmates and relatives used to take your curls apart and come through it. as a result, it would become frizzy, and you hated it that way.

but you were right, your hair was so damn soft. he smiled, then took a curl that looked as if it was done very carefully and precisely. he mumbled, “i really like this one,” then paused, “it looks perfect.”

“aww, thank you, sho! you’re adorable!”

ever since he touched your hair that day, it became a habit for him. whenever he was bored or a bit nervous but tried to hide it, he would fiddle with your hair. shoto was completely enamored with it.

eijiro kirishima

in eijiro’s hands were two sets of flowers, one for your mother and one for you. you always kept the dead petals in a box, and he wanted to be a gentleman anyway. what better way to get your parents to love him than bringing your mother flowers?

he smiled and knocked on the door with his free fist, and your mother opened the door with a bright smile.

“oh, eijiro, it’s so great to see you again! y/n has been talking about this day so much, she’s excited to go on another date with you!” she exclaimed, ushering him in with a hand on his back.

“i’m pretty excited too, mrs. l/n! i’ve been planning this for a while, so i’m glad she’s been looking forward to it.” he held out one of the flowers, “this is for you!” he showed his sharp teeth and grinned wildly.

“aw, thank you, you didn’t have to. i’m guessing the other set is for my daughter?” she guessed with ease. even she knew him too well. he nodded, and she suggested, “you should go up and surprise her! i’m sure she’ll love them, eijiro.”

he happily obeyed, “will do, mrs. l/n!”

eijiro tiptoed into your room before he heard squelching sounds from the bathroom. maybe you were doing your hair routine? he shrugged and tried to sneakily walk in before you yelled, trying to scare him back.

he yelped and activated his quirk for a split second before falling to the ground and laughing. you erupted with giggles and paused your hair routine, almost falling to the ground yourself. your arms were wrapped around your stomach, feeling pain.

once it had stopped though, you helped him up, and he placed the flowers on your bed. you would see them eventually. but eijiro surprised you before you could greet him, twirled you around, and picked you up, placing kisses all over your face.

you laughed and kissed him back until he asked, “you were doing your hair routine? right?” you nodded, and he continued, “what does this one do?”

“that’s mousse, you basically scrunch it into your hair like this,” you demonstrated, “because it helps with frizz and volume! wanna try?”

“sure!” he exclaimed, always willing to try new things. he hoped he would do good, although he doubted he would make them look as good as you make them.

you pumped some of the product into his hands and rubbed them together before he gently took some of your hair and scrunched it in. you praised him for it, and he relished in the compliments.

once he was done, you flipped your hair. “damn, eiji, you did good! how’d you do it so well?”

“i dunno, but there’s one thing i want you to know!”

“huh? what is it?”

“i gotcha flowers!” he pointed at the flowers on your bed and you nearly screamed, jumping for joy.

he loved how you gave him so many more kisses throughout the night, and he knew he would bring more flowers every day if it meant he would see you happy.

denki kaminari

denki stood on your porch, pacing around in circles as he waited for someone to answer the door. it didn’t look like your parents were home, as there were no cars in the driveway besides yours. loud footsteps ran and suddenly, the door burst and you jumped onto him.

you attacked his face with kisses and wrapped your legs around his waist, making him hold onto your ass with his hands. he giggled, and when you got down, you grabbed his hand and guided him to your room. you needed to finish your hair routine before you watched a movie together, of course!

“you’re pretty early, aren’t you?” you asked, walking into your bathroom to scrunch product into your hair.

“yeah, i was pretty bored so i decided to come early— woah, what’s that stuff you’re putting in your hair?” he became distracted midway through and put some of your hair in his hand, then shook it.

“just some product to make my hair less frizzy. you know how it can get sometimes!” you chuckled, remembering the time when you jumped a couple of times to the beat of a song and your hair turned very frizzy.

denki laughed and then asked, “can i put some in? i wanna know what it feels like!”

a bright smile was on his face, and you weren’t against it, so you said yes. you pumped some mousse into his hands, and he rubbed them together before scrunching it into your hair, as he had seen you do many times before. once he was done with all your hair, he washed his hands and looked at your hair from all angles.

then, he moved your body to directly face his. “damn, babe, you’re beautiful! i just feel like i’m in the presence of a goddess, i should kneel down or something.”

you bellowed and rolled your eyes before going downstairs with your boyfriend to bake and watch a movie.

hitoshi shinso

hitoshi had been talking to your parents for a couple of minutes before you shouted his name, making his attention switch from the conversation to you. your parents told him to go ahead and see you, causing him to apologize but send them a sweet smile before going your way. he walked up the stairs to your bedroom before turning the handle and peeking in.

looked like you were doing your hair routine. he looked at you up and down, almost smiling at the sight of you in sweatpants and the oversized shirt he left at your house. you turned your head as you scrunched product into your hair and looked deep into his purple, sultry eyes.

“c’mere, toshi,” you gently commanded, immediately seeing him stride towards you.

he looked down at you and tilted his head before placing his hands on your hips, then placing a kiss on your forehead.

you giggled, “oh, come on, give me a real one.”

your boyfriend rolled his eyes with a smile, then kissed you on your soft lips, tasting strawberry lip balm. you rubbed your hand up and down his chest and kissed his neck, then returned to putting product into your hair.

he was curious as to what you were doing, but decided not to ask. he’d rather watch and learn. after you were done scrunching your hair, you flipped your hair back, all of it whipping backward with a smack. hitoshi saw a part of your hair was in the wrong place, so he smoothly moved it before you could say anything.

but when the two of you watched the movie at your house as you cuddled, the purple-head thought you wouldn’t be able to feel him playing with your hair. he would turn out to be incredibly wrong when you began to play with his once you moved positions.

this took a while to write so i hope you guys like it! kinda got tired near the end so the later ones aren’t as detailed, sorry! i’m so glad you like my writing, this request was very fun to write

[suksatoru]

010. CARNATIONS

It was all a blur.

Desperate arms wrapped around his frame the moment he stepped into sight. Touya shed more tears than he had in years today, the faces in the back of his mind that were beginning to fade away became crystal clear in an instant. Twin diamonds shine and leave a salty trail down his cheeks when his mother finally hugs him.

She cradled Touya's face in her palms as her fingers rubbed gently against his skin—telling Touya she was so proud of him, telling Touya he looked so healthy—telling Touya she was so happy to see him. Touya smiles when he's sad, and it was truly a sight to behold. His eyes had shards of gold glittering in them as they caught the afternoon sun's rays, and his smile was so handsome and authentic, it looked like the Gods themselves had carved it into his face.

Natsuo wasn't as 'tough' as Touya remembered him. Because the moment Touya cursed his brother out for getting taller than him while he was gone, Natsuo weeped like a newborn. Maybe he was mourning all those years growing up without having his older brother by his side—the years he spent as a teenager thinking he was getting older than his Touya-nii ever got to be.

Fuyumi was strong—she was able to hold Touya up all on her own when he crumped against her, pressing his cheek into the crown of her head as he thanked her for staying shorter than him. Her laughter is wet with tears, but it was just as sweet as he remembered. Natsuo's was too—just seeing them smiling at him felt like they'd ripped past skin and fleshed and pierced Touya's heart with a dagger carved with love.

Shoto's eyes flittered between his siblings and mother—watching them all stand around Touya as he swayed on his feet, unable to hold himself up as they all murmur quietly to each other—there weren't many words spoken, just the occasional sniffling and hiccuping sobs as they fussed over him

Shoto doesn't know when you intertwined your fingers with his to hold his hand, but he'll be forever grateful you did because his chest is so tight he doesn't think he can breathe right. His eyes move fast, rapidly blinking as he watches the scene in front of him unfold from afar

He's never felt more like an outsider than he did right now. He was watching his family show more emotion in this moment than he's ever seen in years. He looks to you for a moment, almost hesitating to step towards them all as his eyes are clouded with an unmistakable mist. You squeeze Shoto's hand encouragingly, and soon enough, he's slipping out of your grasp and gravitating towards Touya.

He's facing Touya's back right now, watching his older brother lean into their mother's palm as she kisses his hands before Shoto clears his throat—an attempt to catch their attention. He can see the muscles in Touya's back physically tense before he turns around. Touya's eyes catch yours first—before they slowly move to Shoto.

Shoto isn't a very good hugger. He's not really sure how to wrap his arms around Touya without it being awkward. Unfortunately—Touya also wasn't a good hugger. He stills when Shoto slowly wraps his arms around him, the younger boy's eyes closing as his face bumps against Touya's chest. Touya's words are stuck in his throat as his mouth goes dry, a strange feeling spreading in his chest as he looks down to see Shoto's ivory and ruby strands pressed against him.

Touya always thought Shoto had grown up to be a carbon copy of their father. He didn't know why, but he never really assumed Shoto may have grown to be a good kid until the war.

So, Touya tries his best. Wrapping his arms around the younger boy and letting out a shaky breath as his eyes squeeze close.

Rei went overboard with dinner. The table was covered with all the classics—rice, grilled fish, miso soup, pickled vegetables—everything and anything you could imagine. Rei was so proud when she saw the look on Touya's face, her heart soaring as her son muttered something along the lines of how good the food looked.

You were Touya's support through the entire dinner as he spoke. Most of the questions he got asked consisted of how he was feeling and adjusting. He answered all of them remarkably well, his voice even and smile calm as he ate his dinner

You sat in between Shoto and Touya, and you almost wish you weren't sitting between them when you watch Shoto lean over the table to look at Touya every time he spoke. It was like he was in a trance as he watched his older brother speak—if Touya noticed Shoto's lingering stare, he didn't say anything.

Shoto wanted to hear every word that came out of Touya's mouth. And luckily, everyone stayed at the dinner table well after dinner was finished. The conversation was nostalgic and calm. It was sad and maybe sometimes Touya would have to blink back tears, but God, he loved it all so much.

Rei was quiet for most of the dinner, save for soft smiles as she listened to Touya talk. Even when he was a kid, Touya talked a lot. She wants to ask Touya if he knows how he subconsciously leans towards you during the entire dinner, whispering things in your ear that have you fighting a smile

It was stupid little jokes he made whenever someone wasn't speaking to him—he'd jump so fast whenever he noticed the attention wasn't on him anymore as his eyes found yours. Unfortunately, Touya didn't notice how his mother's eyes never left him.

She saw it all. The way your eyes crinkled with a smile whenever Touya said something stupid, how Touya offers to fill your glass and how you and him get into a quiet argument on who gets the bigger piece of fish, both of you insisting the other gets the larger half. You two end up sharing, smiling with silent laughter whenever his fork clinks against yours

Rei knows Touya's kindness isn't because of her parenting. It can't be. Touya was an angry and mean child, one who lashed out often and couldn't get along with others.

She had trouble dealing with Touya, and Enji did nothing but worsen his condition. Her own inner turmoil had her mind falling apart, and she had been struggling with the man who was supposed to protect them just as much as Touya was.

You made Touya like this—calming the storm in his heart Rei thought would rage on forever.

When he was Dabi, Touya was even worse. She had seen the news, she knew her first born was alive and wreaking absolute havoc. Years ago, his supposed death had been her breaking point. And, oh, what she would have given to save him from his inevitable fate.

She failed Touya. She and Enji, they had both failed him. Not intentionally—she never meant to fail him the way she did.

But you had not failed Touya, and Rei was going to treasure you forever for unknowingly saving her family.

Rei hadn't experienced real love before. But the way Touya just looks at you lets her know that even if she didn't get the privilege of being able to know what it was like, her son did. And that alone is enough to make her happy.

"Mom?"

Rei is startled, turning to look at Natsuo when he places a hand on her shoulder, dishes in hand. Everyone's dispersed by now, and she realizes she's the only one still at the table.

"You spaced out again." Natsuo says, a sad smile on his face as he gently rubs his mother's shoulder. Rei's lips part as she makes a little 'o' with her mouth, before smiling softly

"Touya's in love."

Natsuo blinks once, twice, before his lip twitches upward. He slides into the spot beside his mother, leaning in closer as he takes a quick glance at you and Touya—who was marveling over the endless channels on the big screen TV that was placed in the center of the living room, your laughter flowing through the air at his excited commentary—he was pointing out all of his favorite movies as a kid.

"I know. Just...try not to say anything to them, okay? It's definitely not something either of them can pursue yet. Bringing it up in front of them isn't the best idea right now." He mutters quietly as Rei nods slowly, the gears in her mind shifting as she stays quiet in thought. Fuyumi calls Natsuo from the kitchen, asking him to bring the remaining dishes as he quickly stands up, following her voice.

Shoto pretends he wasn't able to hear Natsuo as he keeps his head low, piling the remaining dishes into his arms before strolling after his older brother. Of course, you had offered to help clean up like a good guest earlier—but Fuyumi had shooed you and Touya away before either of you got the chance, telling you to get comfortable in the living room.

Rei tilts her head to try and get a better look at you. Maybe she's getting ahead of herself, but Rei's thinking of the silver wedding band laying on the edge of her vanity. It was a ring that meant nothing, never had when it was slipped onto her finger

But it was a beautiful ring.

She wished it had been spent on a truer love. On something real and tangible, something as beautiful as the delicate diamonds encrusted into it. She zeroes in on your fingers, watching the way they curl around the TV's remote as you dangle it out of Touya's reach. He growls and grunts in an attempt to snatch it back from you, his laughter peaking through his facade easily as your squeals sound through the air

Yes, your fingers look like they'd fit her ring. She didn't ever think about passing her wedding ring down to one of her children, never even considered the thought. But...

For the first time in so many years, it was laughter that bounced between the walls of this house. It was beginning to feel like a home again.

You and Touya are dancing around such a fine line so carelessly.

Touya doesn't even know he's in love with you. He knows he cares for you, knows you've become the most important person in his life—he knows he loves you in some sense, but it took him a lot longer than he'd like to admit to realize he was in love with you.

He can see the cartoon's reflection in your eyes as you watch the TV right beside him. His body, simply put, was drawn to yours. You're pressed against his side, and he can smell you. You smell sweet, and he resists the urge to sniff you.

The thought is odd. He pauses, blinking at the TV screen but not even absorbing what's going on as his eyes slowly drag towards you. Did he almost sniff you, just now?

Okay. Touya was weird, he already knew that. But when has he ever wanted to sniff someone? That was just fucking weird. Suddenly, he starts thinking—and it feels like he's been carelessly missing the ON button in the back of his mind, and it had finally been switched on my some miracle.

He's had these type of thoughts before. Actually—he's had a lot of these thoughts before. He had just...ignored them. Too engrossed in any moment with you to truly acknowledge them.

Yeah, he wants to sniff you. He wants to know what shampoo you use, he wants to know your favorite meal—you know his, when does he find out yours? He wants to know if you have siblings like him, he wants to know if you take cold showers or hot showers, he wants to know if you like his family, he wants to know if you like him the way he likes you.

The realization dawns on him slowly, and Touya realizes he has never been more clueless in his life.

He likes you.

No, not like a patient liked their doctor. And not like how a victim liked their savior—it wasn't like that.

He liked you like he'd die without you, like his heart would cease its beating and he would genuinely be unable to feel any semblance of happiness again if you slipped away

He suddenly realizes you can't like someone that much. It was another feeling, and he was in deep.

"Aw, fuck."

You peer up at him through your lashes, a confused hum leaving your lips as you tilt your head towards him in concern

Touya looks down at you, a small smile splayed on his lips. He thinks, no—he knows he'll never love someone this much.

"You know, I forgot this sucker died at the end." He mumbles quietly, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting it towards the TV as a whine escapes your lips

"Touya! You spoiled it!" You pout, looking at the cartoon and huffing—what kind of kid's movie has anyone dying in it?!

"I'm kidding." He murmurs with a quiet laugh, watching relief flood your features moments later as you tuck yourself back into his side

"Good. I like that little guy."

"The cat?" He muses, leaning further into you as his breath fans your neck

He's so warm. So welcoming and gentle—and you can't even try and stop yourself from leaning further into him.

"Yeah. He reminds me of you."

The cat in question, was a grumpy little thing that spends most of the movie snacking on sweet treats—its belly round and happy from being loved so well. It was a silly little side character, but in an odd way, it reminded you of Touya's little mannerisms. The way it pouted and huffed and cracked the most absurd jokes the entire movie had you smiling ear to ear.

His fingers find your sides quickly, and you try to pry his hands off as he tickles your side mercilessly—adorable huffs of "Touya, everyone's sleeping!" escaping your lips as you try and muffle your laughter, covering your mouth as he pulls your hand away from your lips—saying he wants to hear you squeal and laugh for him.

You get him back, of course. But he doesn't even try to be quiet as you tickle his belly. He laughs loudly, straight from his gut and filled with so much joy that you can't bring yourself to stop

Touya has a really nice laugh, you think, watching him grin so wide—you think it must hurt to be smiling so much. He suddenly hooks a leg over yours, and the both of you roll off of the couch and onto the ground in your fits of laughter—and not once, not ever, has Touya felt more loved.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

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Dabble of Shoto that won the polls.

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Sho really doesn’t like to be a bother in your relationship and never acts on most things because he’s afraid of being too much for you. In bed it’s a completely separate matter, he’s taking what he wants but gives just as much as he takes. Fucking you is the only thing he’s selfish at.

“Sho?” You purr as your felt his arms sink around your waist, his breathing tickling your neck. You try and turn your neck as far as you can get a glimpse at his face. “What’s wrong?” you lean back into his hold like normal. Shoto really only holds you so close when he’s upset, not to say he doesn’t show affection — this is just is default behavior for being upset.

A tingly sensation swept your body while you felt him place wet kisses on your neck, you could hear his heavy breathing as he’s practicing trying to eat you up. The final straw was him jerk you back into him against his harden cock, he was unapologetic. He had been think of you so much today, so many hours away on patrol and bent up from just the slightest glimpse of your clothed sex this morning. He was needy.

“Can I fuck you?” before a rough fuck, soft or a quick oral session he’s always asking for consent. He was pleading in a voice you haven’t heard before, breathily and kinda…Pathetic in a away. Yet, it sent shives down to your core and you push back into him and grind down on his tent.

“That’s it—” his hands go up your shirt to feel the naked skin and straight to your perky nipples. “I have been waiting to sink deep inside.” He’s pushing you against the nearest surface to have you spread your legs, yanking your underwear down and doesn’t take his time to get is fingers inside you. The faster you’re stretched out, the faster he can fuck you.

While he’s fingering you, he makes you stroke his painfully harden cock and whining slightly at the release of pressure and how sensitive he is.

“Precious, you remember our safe word don’t you?” he nips at your shoulder as he alines himself with your aching and clinching hole, “Tell me to stop and I will, just try to endure it for me? I need to break you.”

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[blairxbear]

Boyfriend Headcanons - Shoto Todoroki

What it's like dating Shoto Todoroki

A/N: The second of the MHA guys for boyfriend headcanons, let me know who you guys wanna see next! :)

The Quiet, Protective, Deeply Loving Boyfriend

Dating Shoto Todoroki is an experience unlike any other. At first, he’s reserved, cautious, and unsure of how to express his emotions, but once he opens up? You become his entire world. He is a boyfriend who loves in quiet, meaningful ways, someone who doesn’t need grand gestures to show how much he cares—his devotion is in the little things. Every glance, every touch, every soft word carries a depth of love that only grows stronger over time.

1. The Thoughtful, Reserved Boyfriend

At first, dating Shoto feels like peeling back layers. He isn’t cold or distant, but he doesn’t always know how to communicate his feelings.

His love language is quiet acts of service. He may not always say he loves you, but he’ll make sure you’re comfortable, hold your hand when you’re anxious, and bring you warm drinks without being asked.

Observes everything about you. He notices the way you fidget when you’re nervous, the way your face lights up when you talk about something you love, the foods you dislike—and he memorizes it all.

Never half-hearted. If he’s with you, he’s all in. There’s no hesitation, no games—he’s fully devoted to making this relationship work.

2. The Protective Side – Quiet but Fierce

Shoto isn’t possessive, but he is protective. If someone disrespects you, he doesn’t need to say much—one cold stare is enough to make them back off.

Subtle but firm. If he senses someone making you uncomfortable, he’ll step between you and them, wrapping an arm around your waist or gently pulling you behind him.

Not afraid to step in if things get serious. If someone is actually threatening you, his flames flicker to life before he even realizes it—he doesn’t tolerate people hurting the ones he loves.

When he hugs you, his warmth is comforting. If you’ve had a bad day, he’ll pull you into his chest, letting his warm side radiate against you, melting away all your stress.

3. The Soft, Deeply Affectionate Boyfriend

Shoto isn’t overly expressive, but he loves in ways that feel so intimate. He traces patterns on your skin absentmindedly, tucks your hair behind your ear, rests his forehead against yours after a long day.

Loves holding your hand. It’s such a simple gesture, but for him, it’s grounding—it reminds him that you’re real, that you’re his.

His kisses are slow, deep, and full of emotion. He doesn’t rush—when he kisses you, he takes his time, pressing his lips to yours like he’s memorizing every second.

Surprisingly loves cuddling. At first, he’s unsure how much affection is ‘too much,’ but once he’s comfortable? He loves pulling you close, resting his chin on your shoulder, burying his face in your hair.

Likes to just sit in comfortable silence with you. You don’t always need to talk—sometimes, just being near you is enough.

4. The Jealousy He Doesn’t Want to Admit

Shoto doesn’t get openly jealous—he just goes quiet. His brows furrow slightly, his grip on your hand tightens just a little, and his icy blue eye lingers on whoever is getting too close.

He trusts you completely, but he doesn’t trust others. If someone is blatantly flirting with you, he’ll step closer and say something calm but final—“They’re taken.”

If you tease him about being jealous, he denies it immediately. "I’m not jealous. I’m just… watching." (Uh-huh, sure.)

However, if you flirt back with him when he’s jealous? Oh. He’s done for. The tips of his ears go pink, and suddenly he’s looking away like he doesn’t know how to handle it.

5. The Romantic Side That Catches You Off Guard

Shoto may not be overly expressive, but when he loves, he loves deeply. He won’t always say “I love you” out loud, but he’ll show it in so many ways.

Every date he plans is well thought out. He isn’t someone who just says, “Let’s go out.” Instead, he takes the time to make sure it’s something meaningful to you.

When he does say something romantic, it’s simple but profound. Out of nowhere, he’ll say, "I like who I am when I’m with you." And then go back to what he was doing like he didn’t just wreck your heart.

Loves stargazing with you. He’ll lie next to you, his fingers laced with yours, whispering his dreams under the vast, open sky.

If you tell him he’s handsome, he gets shy. He doesn’t know how to take compliments well, so if you call him attractive, he just stares at you in shock for a second before quietly saying, "Thank you."

6. The Little Things He Does That Make You Melt

Uses his cold side to cool you down in summer and his warm side to keep you warm in winter.

Keeps an extra set of chopsticks or utensils for you in case you forget yours.

Secretly loves it when you play with his hair. If you run your fingers through it, his eyes flutter shut immediately.

Remembers the little things you say, even if it’s just a passing comment. "You mentioned last week that you liked this dessert, so I got it for you."

Not big on nicknames, but if he ever calls you ‘love’ in a low voice? Instant weakness.

Takes pictures of you when you’re not looking because he wants to remember the moment.

If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move. He’ll sit there for hours, content just holding you.

7. The Vulnerable Side He Only Shows You

Shoto doesn’t open up easily, but when he does? It’s raw, unfiltered, and real.

He struggles with expressing his emotions because of his past. There are times when he doesn’t know how to put his feelings into words, but he tries—just for you.

You are his safe place. After a long day, when he’s exhausted and mentally drained, he doesn’t need anything but you in his arms.

When he finally tells you ‘I love you’ for the first time, his voice is barely above a whisper. He’s never said it to anyone before—not like this. And when he says it, he means it with every fiber of his being.

Final Thoughts

Dating Shoto Todoroki is like experiencing a love that is slow-burning, powerful, and unshakable. He loves deeply, quietly, and intentionally, making sure you never doubt his devotion. He’s a boyfriend who remembers every little detail, supports you in his own quiet way, and protects you without hesitation.

Though he isn’t the most expressive person, his love is evident in every touch, every glance, and every small gesture. You are his warmth, his balance, his safe place. And no matter what happens, he will always, always choose you.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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[seros-girl]

awkward

tenya iida x f!reader

WARNING: smut, maybe angst, 18+, p link added (log in to X if you wanna see it!!)

you honestly never thought you’d end up tangled in his sheets.

navy blue sheets belonging to none other than the class president. what was a study session with your best friend, turned into a make out session.

one thing led to another and now youre here riding tenya gently. your bare chest pressed up against his as you kiss him, slowly lifting your hips gently and then coming back down.

his strong hands are wrapped around your waist, holding you still. he caresses the skin as he kisses you desperately.

groans and moans fill tenya’s room. he bucks his hips up to meet yours and you moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “ten-mhm” you try saying but youre cut off when his fingers find your clit.

“what was that?” he asks looking at your face, studying it. you looked at him as your movements stilled. he moves his free hand to guide you up and down, getting you to move again.

your legs shake as you hold eye contact with him. his glasses, off. blue hair, messy. his body on display for you. iida is just so hot.

your hands fly up to his hair as he hits a certain spot that has you seeing stars. “tenya- mhm gonna-oh” you said and iida immediately picked up on what you were trying to say.

he presses your bodies closer together, bare chests connected as your hands played with his hair. his mouth found your neck as you arched into him as he sucked on your sweet spot.

“dont stop” you muttered out and he hums against your skin acknowledging your words. your moans and his groans grow significantly louder the more youre sat on top of him.

you cum, hard as tenya follows soon after his cum spilling into the condom. he thrusts lightly to help the both of you ride your orgasms and he removes his fingers from your clit.

he moves a strand of hair behind your ear as he looks up at you. he kisses you softly as you return the kiss with the same passion he was pouring into the kiss.

“how was it?” he asks you softly against your lips when he pulled away. your breathless and you giggle. “for our first time we got it right” you joked and he only looks at you waiting for the true answer.

“it was great tenya” you smile holding his face as you pressed your lips against his once more. he gently lifts you up and off his lap, pulling out of you.

he lays you down gently next to him as he ties the condom off and throws it away in his trashcan. he lowers himself under the covers next to you as he pulls you against his chest.

what the fuck did you just do?

around 3 am you slip out from his hold and get up, quickly grabbing your belongings. you changed into your clothes as you hurried around his dorm room, packing your books into your bag.

you slept over in iida’s room many times (not sexually until tonight) to know how much of a heavy sleeper he is. you look at him as he sleeps peacefully, bare chest rising and falling softly.

you sigh softly and move towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his head. you put his phone to charge and with that walked out of his room and quickly walked up to the 5th floor.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

the next day you wake up, get ready for the day and happily walk out of your dorm to meet with ochako and momo.

“good morning y/n!” momo greets as you step into the kitchen. she hands you a cup of tea and you thank you, grateful for a pick me up.

“where were you last night?” she asks and you freeze. “around what time?” you asked trying to keep it cool. “9 i came by for that sweater i left in your room, it belongs to todoroki and well you weren’t there” she says sipping her tea.

“figured you were with tenya though so its alright!” she waves it off casually. “yeah late night study sessions not much to say” you laughed nervously as izuku, shoto, and tenya walked into the kitchen.

“good morning y/n!” izuku greets, super enthusiastic. youre scared and yiu freeze as you look at izuku place a loving kiss on ochako’s cheek and move around fhe kitchen freely.

he definitely knows something is up.

either A. he heard through the wall or B. iida told him

“morning zuku” you said still eyeing his movements. he sends a smirk your way and you squint your eyes at him.

“good morning y/n. how was your night last night?” todoroki asks you now and you have to stop yourself from turning red.

“pretty good, did nothing interesting as per usual” you nodded your head looking down at your cup of tea. tenya furrows his eyebrows but doesnt say anything.

he figures you want to keep whatever happened between the two of you and that is as fine with him too!

bakugo, denki, kirishima, and sero walk in, greeting you all. you take this as a chance to escape. “sero come on” you said grabbing him by the elbow rather harshly.

“hey!” he says but doesnt say much as he lets you drag him out. you lead him outside where you let him go and run your hands through your hair.

“i fucked the class prez” you said, hands on your hips as you sigh out. sero’s eyes widened.

“say what now?!” he says in shock. “youre joking right” he laughs.

you pull your hoodie down to reveal the three marks tenya decided to leave. “oooh girl aizawa is gonna hang you” he says sassily.

“it’s awkward i dont know what the fuck to say to him!” you exclaim throwing your hands in the air. “well why’d you guys fuck?” he asks you genuinely.

theres always a motive to sex. it wasnt in the spur of the moment. “there has to be feelings somewhere in there cmon” sero shrugs his shoulders as if its the most obvious thing in the world.

“he looks at me differently” you muttered to him, sighing. “he looks at me like im pretty” you elaborated, taking a seat on the bench.

“its why i wanted it to happen. i felt pretty and i guess i wanted to show him that i am” you rambled on. “but its so awkward now” you grimace as you look at the floor.

“i’ve been in love with this dude since our first year, i cant just ruin our friendship like this” your eyes fill with tears.

“so keep it awkward” sero says leaning back on the bench, manspreading his arms resting behind you on the bench.

“why would i do that?” you ask sero tilting your head to look at him. he shrugs, “it’s what i’d do”

“how good was class prez?” sero asks smirking after a minute of silence. you look at him and smile.

“class prez is not only packing, but he knows what he’s doing” you lean back with a huge smile on your face.

“congratulations to the both of you for not being virgin losers anymore” he applauds quietly and you snort. “gotta get bakugo on that train now” you joke and he bursts out laughing.

“maybe you can do it” he adds on and you laugh. “as if dynamight would touch me” you scoff and shake your head . “he can stay a virgin loser for all i care” you add after.

“who can stay a virgin loser?” kirishima asks as they all walk out to find you and sero talking. “denki” you said quickly to cover up who you were talking about. he’d definitely blow your ass up right now.

“y/n come on!” denki groaned as jiro laughed and fist bumped you. tenya looks at you and you avert your eyes to not make eye contact with him.

“woah you are glowing” mina gasps as she sees you for the first time today. you nod knowing damn well why. “its the new skincare my mom sent me” you said brushing off the compliment nicely.

tenya pulls a confused face, but he doesnt say anything. what was your sudden change in attitude?

“she pulled me by the elbow it hurts” sero whined rubbing his elbow. “shit felt weird too” you said and bakugo starts laughing.

“see someone understands!” bakugo pointed at you and you look confused. “when the fuck did you hold sero’s elbow” you playfully asked him.

“training you freak” he says pushing your head. “oh she’s a freak alright” sero teases and you stop to look at him.

“shut the fuck up” you said seriously. izuku smirks and looks at shoto. “where were you last night?” izuku asks you and you look up at him.

“i already told yaomomo, i was in tenya’s room” you said and shifted in your seat. “studying” you shrugged and finally looked at iida.

“mhm studying” shoto elbows izuku and you squint your eyes at the both of them. “well we hope it was great study session” izuku says emphasis on the great.

“zuku” you start. “hm?” he hums in acknowledgment. “dont be passive aggressive with me” you shake your head and look down.

“just drop it yeah? it was just studying” iida says nodding and excusing himself.

“what’d you do to class prez?” bakugo asks you and you groan slouching on the bench.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

3 days have passed and you still havent talked to iida. maybe he saw it as only a good fuck? maybe he saw it as you guys starting a strictly only sexual relationship? what if he wanted more?

your head hurts as you walk into homeroom and plop yourself down in the seat in front of sero. “you look drained” sero says and you lift your head up to silence him.

“shh please no talking” your hand covering his face as you told him to shut the fuck up for a minute. bakugo snorts as kirishima snickers.

“i said no noise” you said loud enough for the boys to hear. “just talk to him” kirishima shrugs. “yeah dont listen to what this idiot said” bakugo said referring to sero.

“yeah im not gonna take advice from someone who A. sleeps around B. hasnt had his dick sucked yet and C-“ you stop as you point at eijiro.

you thought of a way to get back at him, “C who took him 2 years to get pussy” you leaned back in your seat.

“it took you 2 years to get dick i dont know why youre talking” eijiro claps back and denki ‘oooo’s in the corner.

you lunge at eijiro for his comment and bakugo has to hold you back from hitting kirishima. “calm down!” he told you and you fixed your uniform as sero stands.

“look can we all calm down please” sero stands with his hands on his hips. you thank whoever that its just you guys in the classroom right now.

“just talk to him” sero finally says and you think over their words. “you cant avoid him forever” kirishima says and you nod your head.

“i know” you mumbled quietly. “he’s not just anybody though. this is tenya iida” you said groaning as you sit in your seat.

“and you love him” denki teases and you slap his arm. “its either let him know or fuck again” bakugo smirks and thats what ends the conversation.

mineta walks in and you all turn to look at him. “when are you and iida gonna fuck again” he says lisp and all. “you fucker you heard through the wall!” you yelled moving to lunge at him but sero saves him.

“she’s nuts” mineta says and sero tapes him up. “i’ll let him go when class starts” sero says waving it off.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

its been hours since you last had the conversation with sero, bakugo, denki, and kirishima. its 8 pm as everyone has gone off to bed.

you walk down to the first floor ready to knock on iida’s door. fuck it. you opened it to see him shirtless and you immediately closed the door.

“oh hey y-“ he starts saying but you cut him off as you immediately stand on your tip toes and press your lips against his.

his hands fly to your waist as yours go around his neck. he moves one of his hands to cup your face and you move the both of you towards his bed.

he sits down as you straddle him and sit right on top of his growing bulge. “its” kiss “past” kiss “curfew” he manages to say and you shrug.

“i dont care” you said removing your top. “wait-“ he says and you pull back, looking at him. “what is this?” he asks you and you sit there thinking.

“can we talk about that after?” you asked him as you cradled his face with your hands. “im too dazed to think about that right now” you admitted as you looked into his blue eyes.

“i dont have a contraceptive on me” he panics as you giggle. “dont worry class prez just pull out” you suggested. “if not we dont have to do any-“ he cuts you off by placing his lips back on yours.

“stop talking” he says when he pulls away and looks down at your chest. he leaves kisses working his way up to your neck as you move your hips, grinding on him.

he bites down hard on the skin of your neck and you let out a moan as you arch into him. “tenya” you breathe out as he hums in acknowledgment. “fuck me already please” you plead desperately as he looks up at you.

he lays you down on his bed, removing both of yours last bits of clothes. “the doors locked right?” he asks you and you nod your head. “locked it on my way in” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as he came to hover over you.

his fingers move down to prep you for him. his long finger teasing your clit as you moan into his mouth, desperate for more. “dont tease-oh” you said as he slipped in two fingers, scissoring you.

you grab his big shoulders, gasping in delight. “feels good?” he whispers to you as he unhooks your bra with one hand.

you help him shrug it off your shoulders and he immediately attaches his mouth to your right breast. you arch into him as he picks up the speed of his fingers.

youre close to cumming and tenya can tell. he pulls his fingers out as you whine. “why-“ he cuts you off as he grabs your legs, spreader them wider.

he lines himself up and locks eyes with you. he slowly pushes in, the tip of his dick in you. you grab his arms to steady yourself and slowly he moves in.

you moan at this new feeling. the last time you did this, he wrapped it. this feeling is new, bare, raw.

he breathes out heavily as he bottoms out and holds onto your right leg gently. he wraps it around his waist as he begins to thrust gently.

your hands go over his neck and lightly scratch his back. moans, groans, the slapping of skin on skin fills iida’s dorm room as you make him look at you, foreheads pressed together.

you both hold eye contact and jeez is iida so hot like this. glasses thrown somewhere in his room, blue messy hair, pupils dilated. “tenya-“ you start and then get cut off as you moan due to the area he hit.

“i” he thrusts gently into you. “whats that” he groans as he sets a steady pace, one that has you seeing stars. “i love you” you blurt out as you arch into him.

his movements stop all together. you furrow your eyebrows as his head hangs. he catches his breath as he finally looks up and leans back, pulling out.

he clears his throat and you sit up, wrapping his navy blue sheets over your body. “im sorry-“ he looks up at you as you try apologizing.

“i think it’d be quite best if you leave please” he says running a hand through his messy hair and squints to find his underwear at least.

“huh?” you question dumbfounded. “no tenya lets talk about this-“ you scoffed but then he shakes his head.

“i don’t have those feelings for you. sure you are pretty, beautiful even” he starts and tears well up in your eyes.

“i just thought this was strictly sexual” he finishes and finds his glasses putting them back on his face. “im sorry” he mutters softly and you nod your head.

you get up silently dressing yourself as quickly as possible. you’re embarrassed. you shouldn’t have done that. now these are the consequences.

“see you ‘round” you muttered quietly tears slipping from your eyes as you dont wait for him to say anything and walk out. you march up to the fifth floor and unlock your door, slamming it shut.

you gather your things to take a shower, a hot long shower. as you cleanse yourself to rid of iida’s touch, you sob violently.

🚀🚀🚀🚀

the next morning, you get dressed for school and pack your bag. you walk out, locking your dorm room and making your way down to the lobby.

“morning yaomomo” you call out as you slip into the kitchen grabbing a bowl. you steal some granola from bakugo’s basket of his own goodies in the pantry.

you move to the fridge and grab kirishima’s yogurt plopping a couple of scoops in and mixed it with the granola.

“hey my yogurt!” kirishima said as he looked into your bowl, pouting. “oh shut it you big baby” you said scooping some up and putting it in your mouth.

“that better not be my granola” bakugo grumbled as he looked into the pantry and in his designated basket of things. you quickly grab the bowl and gave knowing eyes to kirishima and quickly made your way out of the kitchen.

“morning ‘chako” you smiled at her and she smiled at you, izuku attached to her hip. “morning zuku” you nodded and he nodded back.

you spot shoto coming down, “hey sho, morning” you said waving at him. “good morning y/n. how did you sleep last night?” he asks you coming to lean on the couch as he watched you eat.

“fine” you shrugged trying to brush off the fact youre absolutely hurt. “well you look nice” he mentions and you smiled up at him. “thank you sho” you smiled widely, high fiving him.

sero comes down and stands with todoroki. “hey wanna walk to class with us?” sero asks you and you nod finishing the last scoop in your bowl and handing your bag to sero.

“let me wash this real quick” you mumbled quickly moving to the kitchen again. “it was my granola bitch” bakugo mutters out as soon as you enter the kitchen.

its just him and kirishima in there and they take this as the opportunity to question you. “hey so what ever happened with…” bakugo whispers leaning forward as he and kirishima look intrigued.

you sat down and explained. “okay so i went in and basically i wanted to have sex with him” you struggled finding the right words. “and we uh we did kinda” you breathed out trying not to break into tears.

“im stupid. i said i love you to him” you muttered the last part as tears well up in your eyes. “he said he didnt reciprocate the same feelings which is alright” you sniffled wiping a tear that fell down.

“it was mid fuck too so none of us finished” you shake your head. “im okay” you nodded breathing in deeply as you looked up at them.

kirishima got up and pulled you into a hug. “guys are stupid” you wrap your arms around his waist. “thank you kiri” you mumbled against his chest.

“and who knows maybe class prez is too pussy” bakugo shrugged, getting up and wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you close to him.

“thank you kats” you mumbled and he hesistantly stroked your hair. “kats is pushing it sweets” he mumbles, his playful tone evident in his voice.

iida walks in bidding a good morning to you all. he opens the fridge grabbing his orange juice as kirishima finishes washing your dish for you.

bakugo guides you to stand, bidding a goodbye to iida and wrapping an arm around your waist and out the kitchen.

make it awkward.

[angelshimaa]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 (pt. 2)

⤷ feat. midoriya & todoroki <3

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, izuku calls you 'sweetheart' + 'angel', shoto calls you 'love'

✧ a/n :: I love these ones personally ^^ a quick feed bc i'm starting exams !

pt 1.

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 watches you walk in holding a huge bouquet of flowers, your wide smile covered a little by them. you're struggling a little, but it only encourages a giggle to bubble out of you.

“and these?” izuku laughs, walking over to help you carry them.

as best as you can, you outstretch them to him. “for you, izu!” your laughter prompts his laughter— neither of you understand what's really so funny, but you simmer into the cheerful mood with him.

“you didn't have to, sweetheart,” he tries to get a hold of the bundle of stems, which only has some petals brushing up against his lower face and incites another round of light giggles. “i didn't know they made them this big!”

“as big as my love for you, izu,” you muse, watching the beauty in the colour his refreshed laughter brings to his freckled cheeks. “i won't lie, maybe even bigger—”

izuku twists the bouquet to the side enough to press a kiss to your face. “thank you angel. do we have a vase for these?”

you look at the huge bouquet, laughing once more. “...does anyone have a vase for these?”

“...we can go get one?”

deku smiles once more when he watches your eyes glimmer. “i'll grab the car keys.”

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 holds onto the beautiful flowers you bought, his fingers delicately wrapped around the stems as if he fully expects you to just take them back, tell him you were only joking. he hasn't gone out on many dates with you before, but he's pretty sure he’s the one meant to give you flowers.

“...for me?”

you giggle at your boyfriend. “yes, shoto, for you. do you like them?”

his pretty eyes glance down at the delicate petals and the complimentary colours bring a soft smile to his face— your thoughtfulness makes his heart so warm and he can't believe just how good you are to him.

shoto kisses your temple, his soft lips pressing against your skin. he's so close, and the faint smell of his cologne lingers on him— he's so attractive. “yes, my love. thank you.”

your smile sparkles, more vibrant than his flowers. “you’re welcome, baby— when should I get ready for dinner?”

shoto sets his flowers aside before looking you up and down slowly— only heaven knows why you're so pretty. “you could go like that and you'd still light up the room.”

you smile wider at him, draping your arms around his neck. infatuation sinks into you, sending you loopy as you share tender smiles. “flattery will get you everywhere, mr todoroki.”

his slender fingers hold onto your hips and he gives you a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips.

“i just need it to keep me with you.”

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[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Shoto Todoroki x Reader 🍋 - Ice Cold

Kinktober 2024 - VII

Temperature play + Praise

Summary: You and Shoto have been going through a rough patch recently. It's not easy coping with being a civilian with a pro-hero husband! But after a mission goes sideways, he realizes there are so many better things he could be doing with you, other than giving you the cold shoulder.

Warnings: Temp play, overstim, praise, angst, fluff, slow/soft sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Dedicated to my best friend @emokeyls

You lay there, cold in your bed, the news playing on the TV in your bedroom. You wished you could ignore the report and go to sleep but your worried heart wouldn't allow it. On the illuminated screen, a well-dressed man spoke solemnly into an oversized microphone, detailing the events unfolding at the scene behind him.

'This just in: A bank heist gone wrong that is rapidly turning into a hostage situation. Pro heroes Shoto and Cellophane have arrived on the scene with many more on the way, but it seems that the former has been subdued and added to the list of hostages. More to come as the story develops.'

You hated his part of being married to a hero, the worrying, the nights his absence kept you awake. It wasn't as if he deserved your concern with how he'd been icing you out lately, but you just couldn't help it. Finally, you rolled over, scoffing as you switched off the TV. He'd be fine, he always was, so why worry yourself to death over it?

Little did you know that this time was much different. Your husband was not at all fine. He was actually terrified. Being so easily subdued by such low-level criminals had he petrified, realizing no matter how strong he is, he isn't invisible- not by a long shot.

He'd gotten careless, with his career and with you. Suddenly, he was recalling every cold he'd ever said to you, every time he'd shut you out. Before this day, he had even caught himself wondering if he had made a mistake in marrying you as you both seemed so at odds with the other. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Todoroki was still shaken when he left the agency, having just finished the reports for the incident after it was resolved. Sero, his good friend had seen the change in his mood and thankfully ushered him out the door, thinking that he was upset for being captured. That was particularly true, but mostly, he was just eager to get home to you and make things right.

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You slept restlessly in your shared bed, totally unaware of the man creeping into your bedroom. He smiled down at you softly, noting that it was no longer late at night, but early in the morning. Because of this, he'd stopped at a corner store and picked you up a light breakfast and a single rose- all the place had to offer.

You were finally roused by chilling kisses on the back of your neck as he slipped into bed with you, nuzzling up to you from behind. In your sleepy, irritated daze, you pushed him away, popping off with a smart remark. "Nice of you to join me for once."

Todoroki furrowed his brows in frustration but calmed himself before replying. "Baby, please don't be like that, it's been a long night..." He muttered softly, rubbing circles on your tummy. "I'm trying to be nice..."

You scoffed, swatting his hand away. "Oh, now you want to be nice? Only when I'm mad at you?"

"It's not like that," He sighed, backing off a bit. "Look, I missed you, I don't want to fight anymore..." He soothed, rubbing up and down the length of your arm.

"You don't care about the fight, you only care about making up." You mumble bitterly. Finally, he took his hand off you and scooted away.

"Don't say that, it isn't true." He said sternly, beginning to lose the feeling he had when he came home. "I hate it when we fight, but it feels like that's all we do now. That's not why I married you."

"Well," You sniffled, rolled over away from him. "Maybe we should just-"

"Don't even." He warned, killing the words on your lips. "Don't even think that, okay?" He softened, swallowing his pride and turning towards you, wrapping you up in a warm embrace. "I'll never agree to that, I want you forever, baby." He cooed, pressing icy kisses to your scalp. "I do care about why we're fighting and I'll do anything to fix it. You want to go to couples counseling? I'll pay for it."

Try as you might, you couldn't resist melting at his sweetness. "You can yell at me, tell me I'm the problem, whatever you want..." He murmured into your ear, kissing the shell of it with a wintergreen breath. "Just... do it tomorrow, okay? Tonight, just let's focus on not being mad anymore..."

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"J-Just like that, baby, yeah..." Todoroki cooed, keeping you caged in his arms, pinning your knees against your collarbone as he leaned forward, dipping down to plant a searing kiss on your lips. You rolled your head away from him, weakly trying to resist him, despite having cooperated this far. You weren't going to let him off the hook so easily.

"C-C'mon, don't pout, kiss me." He sighed, trembling as he pushed into you, easing in until your outer core pressed against his abdomen. You ignored his pleas for attention, despite feeling blissfully full. "Fine, be that way." He smirked, dipping his left hand between the two of you, letting frost cover his fingertips before pressing them to your clit, rubbing languid circles on it.

He reveled in your reaction, gasping softly and rolling your hips against him. "There's my pretty girl..." He chuckled, dipping his head down to your chest, blowing a frosty breath over you. He smiled with pride, watching your nipples perk against the cold air. "If you won't kiss me, then I'll just have to kiss you instead, won't I?"

With that, he began peppering your breasts and sternum with icy kisses, his hips lazily rolling into yours. Finally, his lips trailed up the curvature of one of your breasts, his tongue darting out from behind his lips which were slightly tinted blue. In contrast to the cold of his lips, his tongue was hot, defrosting your prickled flesh as it swirled around the peak.

"You still mad at me, baby?" He asked softly with a knowing smile, heterochromatic eys peering up at you.

You'd forgotten you were eve mad, let alone why. You just couldn't resist his tenderness, melting every time he displayed it. "N-No..." You admitted softly.

"Good, I love you, baby..." He cooed, closing his mouth around your overstimulated bud, teeth bumping against it carefully. "Breaks my heart when you're mad at me, know that?"

"I-I love you too..." You whimper, arching into him, feeling that familiar knot begin to tighten in your lower belly. "F-Faster..." You beg, rolling your hips a bit more insistently now.

"Anything for you..." He replied, pulling upwards to straighten his back, focusing on the impending climax. His left hand rested on your tummy, warming it as his thumbs stroked your plush skin, while his right hand rubbed tighter circles on your clit, frosty to the touch. Meanwhile, his hips began to move faster and with more purpose as he chased his own high as well.

"I-I missed you so m-much, pretty..." He strained, pushing in a bit deeper each time. "Tonight scared me bad." He confessed, head falling back, bicolored fringe a mess over his face. "Thought I'd never get to see my sweet little wife again..."

You couldn't have addressed his confession if you wanted to, too lost in overwhelming pleasure. You wanted to tell him you were sorry, that you'd never leave his side, that you loved him. Only the latter came out. "S-Shoto, God..." You whined, finally tipping over into oblivion, spasming around him. "I-I love you so much!"

"I l-love you too, baby..." He grunted, feeling your release, finally granting himself the same, which he'd been putting off for minutes now. "Love you so damn much, you have no idea." He rasped, emptying himself inside you, lazily pucking his seed deeper into you well after his aftershocks began. Slowly, he wishdrew from you, collapsing bside you, pulling you as close as he could.

"In the morning, I promise, we'll work this out..." He panted, eyes glossy with emotion. "I'll pay for whatever you think will help, we can try anything you want..." He sighed, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "I swear, I won't lose you if I can help it."

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You nervously twisted your wedding ring around your finger, pacing back and fourth in your shared bedroom. Your husband would be home any second and you were terrified. Ever since that night, two months before, your marriage had been picture perfect. Would this ruin it? You eyed the bathroom counter through the open door anxiously, jumping when you heard a key hit the lock.

"Honey, I brought home dinner," Todoroki called, setting bags of take out on the table. Curiously, he peeked into the bedroom to find you absolutely frazzled. "Baby, what's the matter?" He asked, lips dripping with worry. He then followed your gaze to the bathroom, eyes widening at the sight of a small pink and white stick sitting on the counter.

Without hesitation, he detatched from you, hurrying over and picking up the object, holding it up to the light. He looked back at you, dropping it in shock before scurrying back, wrapping you up in his strong embrace. "We're having a baby?!" He asked excitedly, a grin cracking across his face.

You nodded timidly, swallowing your nerves. "Y-You're not mad?" You asked quietly.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Todoroki repeated, befuddled.

"W-Well, we weren't exactly trying and things were just starting to impove between us..." You admit softly. "I-I was worried that..."

He instantly understodd what you meant, pulling you close, pepperiung your face with kisses. "I meant what I said, I want you forever." He reassured, cradling your face in his hands. "And this doesn't change that, if fact," He plants a kiss on your waiting lips, glad to see a small smile form on them. "It only makes my heart burn brighter for you."

[simpee9000]

Not Just Friends - 9 -

M.List : Prologue : Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : Words 5.1k

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

The change was weird. A lasting sour taste in your mouth.

It was sudden too. His withdrawal from your life was instant.

Rather than how it was when you were temporarily sharing his room, he didn't wake you up and say goodbye. You thought that was just a morning after an argument thing, but it lasted. Going into the next week he even changed it more.

He no longer let you share your mornings, you had to relearn to use your own alarm quickly. Your schedules conflicted more than just that as well.

Lunch would no longer work, he switched his patrol times and took on meetings instead of leaving the space open for you.

Dinner wasn't really a thing anymore either. He stopped telling you when he'd be home, and after the first week of him not being home till late, you gave up. Throwing yourself into work as well. Changing your hours so you could sleep in more and get home later. Just to eat some leftovers he packed up for you, before turning in.

Words weren't really exchanged anymore and it was weird. You shared a room, and a bed, yet never saw each other awake.

It felt like a break up. In the simplest of terms. It wrecked you for a while. Felt like you were trudging along as you waited for him like a puppy.

You knew he held grudges but you've never expected him to turn it onto you.

You wanted to mourn the relationship but felt like it wasn't a right you had. He was still your boyfriend, you think. And you talked after you woke him up getting into bed. A quick conversation, but a conversation nonetheless. But the relationship back peddled to way before he got the watch. It felt like how it was after your first kiss in first year. Consuming yourselves with school to avoid the talk.

His mom still called often, nothing changed with how she spoke to you. Nothing changed outside your relationship with him and it was weird. You don't even know if your friends have noticed and it's been months.

It was nearing the end of October, the argument happened in the middle of August.

And none of your friends even blinked an eye. When Katsuki refused an invitation they assumed the normal, not surprised to see you at the bar without him. Mei didn't even notice. When you brushed off your change of work schedule and said he changed as well, she didn't ask another question. Thinking you were only glum because of the negative side of the internet. Fans bashing you at any corner possible.

It didn't bother you much, felt like a fly buzzing around you constantly but it was liveable.

Getting pestered for more interviews, people trying to get an inside look at Dynamight's home life. But you followed Shoto's PR manager's advice and chose to stay out of the limelight. Only interviewing when it was about your work.

Your work was your baby after all. Especially recently, it was hard to get you out of the office before two in the morning. Having more heroes come to you than before. It was exciting to see your career grow, you were just slightly annoyed that it was because of Katsuki that it grew. But a win was a win.

Everyone agreed with you on that, your friends closed down a bar for you, wanting to celebrate how many clients you had. You were getting article after article written about your work, being named as the second-best individual support tech in all of Japan. Because obviously, they'd have rankings for that as well.

A blush instantly covered your face when you walked into the bar, Mei pushing you forward. She dragged you out of the lab for once and convinced you to show face.

Kirishima is the first to tackle you in a hug, letting Mina do the same right after. "Congrats," he patted your shoulder as he pulled you more into the bar.

Most of Class A was there for you, celebrating you. Other pros you met along the way as well. People that you stayed in touch with since high school. Anyone you would want to be there was there.

"You guys shouldn't have," you smiled at the group, it was contagious. Denki had a derpy smile on him while Mina was bouncing around.

Kirishima laughed you off, "You needed it, been stuck in that lab and it paid off." You shrunk in on yourself when called out, you hadn't really been showing up that often to group outings. Not nearly as much as you used to.

"I got your favorite Cake!" Mina skipped towards you as best as she could. The cake was custom-made for you, having only the best flavors.

"It's not my birthday," you felt the need to point out, given the size of the celebration. And the candles that topped the cake.

"Might as well be," Mina pushed, "You're a new person! Officially number 2 in Japan!"

You did feel like a new person, you've changed a lot in the past two months.

"Come on," Mei teased over your shoulder, "Blow out the candles!"

"Make a wish!" Mina cheered, pushing the cake closer to you. And with the people you knew, they joined in. Cheering you on.

"They're gonna melt, y'know," Sero urged you once move.

"Fine," you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in the past couple of months. Thinking of nothing in particular as you blew out the candles, only looking around the crowd after. Noticing the lack of a certain blonde.

Rather than letting your shoulders slump too much, you let yourself fall into the cheer from your friends.

It was how you've done things since. You stopped waiting around for him, for the first time since you were kids. You pushed past him, not looking at every notification on your phone and hoping it was him. It didn't take Izuku this long to move beyond Katsuki, so you don't know why you let yourself take this long. Living behind him for so long.

You were pushed from conversation to conversation, catching up with people you haven't seen in a while and then talking with your closest friends. Being handed drink after drink in the process.

"You've been working a lot," Izuku commented when you finally made your way to him.

"Yeah," you nodded happily, "It's paid off."

He furrowed his brows, "You shouldn't overwork yourself. You haven't had a day off in months."

"Not true, I take a day off every week," you corrected him, not knowing where he got that idea. You took a day off every week, taking time to sleep the entire time.

"But-" he looked so confused, "Kacchan said you're not home, like ever."

"Oh," you understood the confusion now, "I switched my off days."

"Why?"

You shrugged, not really wanting to get into this conversation. Especially not with him and not now. You'd fall apart instantly. The feeling and pressure of your fragile relationship sitting on top of your chest. "Needed a change, you know how it is."

"I'm here for you, I know I'm busy but if you need anything I'm here," he was taking on the concerned best friend role, like usual.

"Z', I'm fine, really," you brushed off his concern, "Better than ever, my career is taking off, that's all that matters."

"That's not all that matter-"

"I need to go thank Mina and Mei again for setting this up," you excused yourself and walked through the slowly dying crowd. Meeting with the two pink-haired girls that were chatting near the food.

"Why do you look so drained?" Mei called out instantly, Mina slapping her shoulder right after.

"Social battery is just nonexistent right now," you lied, picking up a piece of food.

Mina looked around the bar, "It seems like it's just your close friends now, everyone else left by now."

You sighed in relief, you wanted to go home somewhat. Yet you didn't want to go back to him.

"Hey, Mei," you got her attention, "Can I spend the night?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, "Thought your social battery was dead though?"

"Friends don't count," you contradicted yourself and just prayed they wouldn't call you on it.

"Still, you never ask," Mei pointed out.

"I'm a new person," you grabbed another piece of food, filling your mouth so you couldn't be asked anymore.

"If you're mad at Bakugo for not showing up I wouldn't blame you." Mina spoke softly, "Dick move of him honestly."

"He's busy, it's fine," you defended him without another thought.

"No it's not, how many award shows have you been to for him?" Mei joined in. It felt nice they had your back, but it wasn't necessary.

You sighed, "I'm used to it. I'll have plenty more so it's fine."

Mina and Mei shared a look, not wanting to give in and forgive him as easily as you do, but not wanting to put you down either. "You're welcome to stay at mine," Mei finished the conversation.

A small gasp left Mina's mouth, eyes widening. "Bag of dicks is here," Mei groaned.

You couldn't help looking over your shoulder, seeing Katsuki for the first time awake in a while. Seeing Kirishima and Denki crowd him instantly. Greeting him warmly as you stood there. "I need a drink," you twisted your direction to head to the bar. Tonight was going to be a good night, not another about him.

Looking at him was too much, it hurt at first. Knowing your last real conversation was an argument. One where he threatened to take sex away from you, when he actually took everything him away. Just because you didn't want him to die for a stupid reason. It hurt to see everything on his side was fine.

It pissed you off. He was acting the same as you were, sure, but you would have gone to his award show. You would have been the first one there. Yet here he was, the last person to show after most left.

The bartender was quick to hand you a drink, watching and replacing it after you downed it all. You've been steadily drinking all night but a new buzz would help. Help the anger that was brewing over you.

You turned around when you had your second drink, wanting to sip on this one instead. Only getting more upset when he was still talking to his friends. Not even sparing you a glance. You let your head fall at this point, watching your shoes as you tapped your feet.

Any thought other than him would help, this wasn't about him. It shouldn't be.

For the past two months, you've been doing everything alone, and it's shown it's worth it. This was just another event that you had to get through. You'd just have to deal with him standing on the sidelines for once.

You saw Uraraka's white shoes before she spoke, "Do you want to join the group?"

When you looked up you saw that people pushed tables together, all of them sitting down together. How you didn't hear them move everything was surprising. Once you got rid of the shock, you turned back to her, "Yeah sure."

She smiled warmly, linking her arm with yours as she walked to the table with you. Sitting down next to you after you took your spot at the head of the table, next to him, unfortunately. You kept your body turned away from him, focusing on talking with her. The two of you didn't get to talk often after all. But you liked her nonetheless, she was the embodiment of welcoming.

The side conversations easily merged into one big conversation. You looked over the group as you leaned back in your chair. Sero was laughing as Denki rambled, Mei and Mina encouraging the conversation while Kirishima tried to reel it back in. Izuku was smiling fondly at the group, the same as Shoto. It was all your closest friends, it made you feel warm.

"It is not just a high school thing," Denki pointed at Sero laughing, "you're just mad that you couldn't." You were easily confused by his outburst, not having a clue what the conversation was about.

"No Nut November is like a middle school joke," Sero stated back.

"What is that?" Shoto asked, confused.

Denki and Sero started laughing, forcing Mina to explain, "It's a thing guys do, a challenge of not nutting for the full month of November."

"Nutting?" Shoto asked again.

"You're kidding!" Denki wheezed.

"Cumming," Kirishima answered, face cringing at the conversation. Everyone cringed besides Denki and Sero, who were too busy laughing.

"Why would you do that though?" Shoto was trying to piece together the concept.

"Only idiots do," Katsuki cut in. It was the first time you heard his voice so clearly all night.

Not being given a chance to soak in his voice, Denki starts defending the idea again, "You're only saying that cause you couldn't last that long."

"I could," Katsuki bit back, wanting to win at anything challenged.

"Please," Sero started teasing as well, "Bakugo you'd last a day."

"How the fuck would you know?"

"You either get some daily or never," Sero pointed out, "I'm falling on the likelihood of daily, knowing your girlfriend."

"Okay," you slapped your hands on the table, "Enough of that conversation."

Mina booed at you, having enjoyed the guys bickering.

"Thank god," you heard Izuku whisper in relief.

"I think I'm going to head out," you announced, standing up and giving Mei a nod so she knew she should get ready. You were thankful the bar was already nearly clean, no help was needed.

You looked down at Katsuki when you heard his keys, the sound familiar to you.

"Did you drive here?" Katsuki asked you, looking back up at you.

"Uh-" you looked at Mei, "I didn't."

"Need a ride back home?" he offered, standing up next to you.

It hurt to decline him, but you didn't want anything to do with him, not tonight.

"Ready?" Mei joined you by your side.

You looked between the two before settling on Katsuki, "I'm actually going to stay the night at Mei's." Any hope he had in his eyes left, face dropping in the slightest bit. You didn't notice the look he held until it was gone.

He looked like he got his heart ripped out and stomped on, but so did you.

"Look, if this is about me showing up late, I'm-"

A surprised laugh left your lips, it was mean. And the look on his face showed that he felt that it was mean as well. "This isn't about you Katsuki," you put it bluntly. It wasn't about him, tonight wasn't about him. You wanted to keep a good mood, and going home with him wouldn't do that.

You didn't give him the chance to reply before you grabbed onto Mei, wanting to leave as soon as possible. Going through all the goodbyes.

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Mei and you shared the same horrible sleep schedule. She grabbed some wine as she let you collapse on her couch and turned the TV onto something for background noise the second you got to her apartment.

She handed you a glass before she sat down next to you, beer in her own hand. "I got to ask now, you know that right?"

You groaned, taking a sip of your wine, "Hit me with the questions." Avoidance wouldn't last in a small setting and you knew that.

"What the hell happened between you guys?"

"We're having a rough spot right now," you answered simply, shuffling further into the couch.

"That much is obvious."

"Fine," you gave in, taking a deep breath to give an actual answer, "I haven't really talked to him for two months."

Mei's face drained of all color, "What?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, swirling the wine in your glass.

"Are you broken up?" Mei reached a hand to rest on your forearm.

"No, at least," you thought for a second, "I don't think we are."

"How are you with someone you haven't talked to in months?"

"I don't know," you mumbled.

"What type of argument could have caused that?"

You wanted to laugh out of frustration, looking back on it was painful and stupid to you. Yet you were still so mad. "Y'know how I made him that watch?" she nodded, "Well, he asked me to make the watch for the reasons you thought. And he was fully relying on it. Having his quirk off every time he was next to me."

"Can't that kill you?" Mei asked.

"Yes, so I told him that and he turned it into a massive thing. I asked him to take it off, and he said no, so I told him I wouldn't touch him when he had his quirk off. Now we just don't talk," you explained quickly, chest tightening.

"But you're still dating?" you could tell she was trying to be sensitive to the situation.

All you could do was shrug, "I still share a bed with him, so I'm assuming yes."

"How come you don't talk to him?"

"I tried the first week, but when he changed his schedule around to avoid me, I did the same."

"So that's why-"

"Yeah, it's done a lot of good for me though. I've finally grown a lot more. My career is at a high and it's only up from now. I'm no longer just in his shadow. Honestly, I'm thankful for the fight. I finally feel like an adult. I don't need anyone to get me where I am and it's refreshing," you admitted. A lot of good has come from it, and you weren't going to ignore it.

"But you love him?" Mei asked, trying to make sure.

"Of course, he just isn't my life."

"You're not going to try for him? You have been each other's since you were five," Mei worded slowly.

"I'm not reaching out to someone who doesn't want me, Mei," you looked at her, firm on what to do about everything. It was already settled before but now you've actually said it. "I don't know why it took me forever to realize, I wish I did when Izuku did. I would be a lot further in life."

"You already are far in life, you're not even twenty and your 2nd best support tech-"

"I could have been first-"

"No," Mei shook her head, "I'm sorry to say it, but you're only this far because of him. Because of your friends."

"Mei-"

"I'm not wrong, you've been given endless support. Without that? You would still be fumbling behind everyone else. You can't get anywhere in life solely on your own."

"Well, it wasn't only him," you pointed out. You agreed with her, your friends helped a lot.

"It was majority him," she pointed out.

You rolled your eyes, "Don't you somewhat hate him?"

"I still know he's good for you, and if your entire relationship goes to shit over this, I'm not letting myself be a part of it. Is he an asshole for showing up late? Yes, fuck him for that. Is he a dick for throwing a fit about kissing and not talking to you? Absolutely. But he is also the man who loves you the most, he's been there for you so many times. Are you going to throw that away?"

"I'm not throwing shit away, he is," you defended yourself, tears lining your eyes.

"Your not even trying-"

"I shouldn't have to," you stood up, "I tell him everything while he keeps himself away. I'm fucking done. If he wants me, he needs to tell me."

"What are you doing?" Mei questioned, seeing you grab your things.

"Leaving," you said firmly.

"You don't have a car-"

"I'll walk," you spit out, slamming the door to her apartment as you left. Breaking down when in the elevator. You wanted tonight to be about you, about your success. Yet as always, it turned out to be about him. You thought you'd grown out of being only mentioned because of him.

You walked on uneasy footing until you got out of her block. She was your best friend and she didn't even understand. It made you wish you talked to Izuku.

The street lamps lit up your bag as you looked for your phone. Glancing at the time before you dialed his number. His sleep was fucked up too, so you weren't worried about waking him up

"Are you okay?" was the first thing he said, full of concern. It was 3 in the morning after all.

"No," you choked on a sob, choosing to lean on a wall rather than continue walking. You didn't even know where to walk.

"What's going on? Do I need to get you-"

"I'm safe," you cleared up your throat, "I'm just struggling."

"Why?"

"Katsuki and I are in a rough patch, Mei doesn't get my side on it, and I can't turn to him," you rambled, "I just don't know what to do."

"Just breathe right now, you're going to get worse if you continue like this," he counted for you to follow. Performing his hero script as he calmed you down.

You let yourself sit on the concrete, leaning your back onto a random building as you rested your head on your knees.

"Okay," you whispered into the phone, "Katsuki and I haven't talked in two months."

Izuku was a rambler but he was also a good listener. Letting you get out any detail you needed before even opening his mouth. So you told him everything, leaving out any sex-related things. Telling him Katsuki used the watch to hug you or kiss you, so a truth in the cover-up. He could draw up that conclusion on his own.

"I was just thinking that maybe you'd understand," you finished, "I'm just so tired of reaching out to him."

"I get it," he started, "Probably the only one that does. He locks himself off and just expects you to come chasing for him. And the second you don't, he throws a fit. You should let him, I know it's hard, but he needs to grow up as well. You told him your concern and he locked you out, he needs to be the one to let you back in."

You sighed in relief, "So I'm doing the right thing?"

"Yes, especially in a relationship. It shouldn't be so one-sided with communication. You come a long way in the past months, and he should acknowledge that. I love you both, and I hope you guys work past it, but if it doesn't then it's for the best," he spoke to you like a brother would. You didn't even notice when the dynamic between the two of you flipped. Him going from acting like a younger brother to the older brother.

"Thank you," you sniffled, trying to dry the tears that have been working down your face, "Mei thinks I'm throwing everything away."

"He's the one that pushed you out, he's throwing it away," Izuku pointed out. You hummed in agreement, looking down at your phone.

"Holy fuck," the time surprised you, it was nearing five in the morning, and it was a Saturday. You were thankful that the city wasn't awake yet. "I need to get home."

"You're not home?!" he squeaked into the phone, "Where are you?"

"I don't know," you answered honestly, standing upright and stretching your limbs out.

"What?!"

"I'll start walking home now," you tried to calm him down.

"Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"I'm fine Izuku, I'm maybe a block away from home," that seemed to calm him down. He let you hang up the phone, telling you to text him when you were home.

You were glad to have a hoodie at this point, pulling the hood up to hide your tear-streaked face as you walked back home. Needing the ten-minute walk to calm down. Think for yourself.

While you fully agreed with Izuku, you also saw Mei's point of view. She wanted you happy, and you were happy with Katsuki. You didn't want to break up with him, you loved him fully. But if he couldn't meet you halfway, you weren't going to rush to fill that emptiness he left. You'd rather move on to better things. Maybe find someone who would.

With your head hung low the entire walk back to your apartment, you didn't even notice you were in the elevator until it opened on your floor. Having walked all the way on a full autopilot. Thinking of your relationship that overtook one of the biggest days of your career.

You opened your door with a sigh, throwing your keys on the shelf before turning into the kitchen for some water. Filling up a glass before you walked to the basket of blankets in the corner of the living room.

The second you turned around to walk to the couch you dropped your glass. A shocked scream left your lips when you saw Katsuki sitting there in the dark.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you hissed at him, confused as to why he was sitting in the dark and not in his room.

"I was sleeping," he answered.

"Here?" you shot back, bending down to pick up the broken glass.

"Aren't you supposed to be at Mei's?"

You squeezed your hand in annoyance, only noticing the burn of the cut then.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you turned his concern down, throwing away the broken glass when you walked into the kitchen. Thankful that it broke into big pieces rather than small. You ran your hand underwater as you ignored him.

"You're bleeding," it was clear he was groggy with sleep.

"No shit," you answered plainly.

"Fuckin' c'mere," he moved near you, trying to grab your hand only to get swatted away.

"I can take care of myself," you snapped at him, moving to grab a paper towel, trying to dry up the small cut.

"Think I don't fucking know that?" he asked back, agitated at your reactions to him. You waited for the bleeding to stop before throwing away your trash and grabbing a bandaid to cover the small cut to your finger.

You shrugged, "Never know with you. Never tell me anything. Don't know what you know or don't."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I-" you sighed, you didn't want to get into it, "Nothing, I'm tired." You walked past him again, grabbing a blanket and getting comfortable on the couch.

"You're sleeping down here?"

"Yeah, go to bed Katsuki," you turned away from him.

"Kats," he said softly, making you turn to face him again.

"What?"

"You stopped calling me Kats, it's only this Katsuki bullshit now."

"Whatever, Katsuki," you dismissed without thinking, turning back over as you tried to forget how he looked just then. It's how he looked at the party, just ten times worse.

"What happened to us?"

You didn't bother to reply, it was clear he wanted you to do the talking. But if he wanted to actually talk, he had to first.

"This," he paused, silence filling the air before he cleared his throat only for his voice to crack regardless, "This isn't what I want."

"You never told me what you wanted," you couldn't help but reply.

"I'm not good at this type of shit," he was angry at himself but you wouldn't fall into this pity party for himself. "I didn't think you'd change your schedule."

"You changed yours."

"I only did that because I needed to think," he defended.

"For two months?"

"I switched it back after but you weren't home, and haven't been since."

"So you couldn't have called? Asked me when I did get home at night? Woke me up in the morning to talk?"

"You could have done the same."

"I always do that Katsuki," you turned to face him, "I'm always the one fucking chasing you. And I'm done."

He choked, "You're done?"

"I'm done chasing after you," you clarified, "I've met you halfway, time after time, you just need to do the same."

Silence buzzed around the living room. The two of you were just staring at each other. Both are equally heartbroken. You looked him over for the first time in months.

"You're still wearing the watch," you pointed out, seeing the gleam of it on his wrist.

"You gave it to me," he replied, "I haven't used it since, by the way."

"Good."

He took a shaky breath in, "I'm so fucking sorry, Brains." You waited for him to continue, "You were right, I wasn't using it just as a crutch. I was completely relying on it." It hurt to hear it from him, you already knew it was true. "I, fuck," he ran his hand over his face, "I went to the doctor too, they said if I used it that much it'd kill me. Having my quirk completely off."

You couldn't be more glad about the fight now, knowing it kept him from killing himself. Sure it wouldn't kill him immediately, but over time it would just get worse and worse for his health.

"Once I found out you were right, I just couldn't bear the thought. I don't feel safe around you without my quirk dampened and now I can't," he admitted, "I feel my quirk just with this conversation. I don't want to hurt you."

"You were late to the party," you pointed out instead, "You never even congratulated me."

He hung his head, "I got sidetracked with trying to get a gift- but I was going to congratulate you at home."

"Doesn't excuse it."

"I know, I'm sorry," he reached into his pocket, "I got this for you though." He tossed the small bag at you.

You gave him an unsure look before opening it, first seeing a sticker of "World's Best Tech" an inside joke between the two of you. He hated the idea of #1 mugs and things like it, claiming he was better than everyone else. The next was just a small necklace, something easy to wear with everything.

"It doesn't make up for shit, and that's not what I'm trying to do with it," he said after you stared at the gift for a while.

"I know," you spoke softly, the gift was thoughtful for your relationship.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, I knew you could do it," he followed.

Tears were hitting your eyes harder than before. Despite claiming you didn't need him. You wanted to hear him say that so bad.

You saw him move to get up when he saw your tears, sitting back down and grabbing his own hands when he decided against it. You patted the seat next to you. As long as his watch wasn't on, you were okay. He rushed immediately to your side, tugging you into a hug before he could overthink.

"I should have talked to you a lot sooner," he spoke into your hairline, leaving a kiss on your forehead after.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry I can't be there for you like this," he said softly.

You pulled back from him, "What do you mean?"

"Can't hug you and shit," he grumbled, pulling you back into him. Not wanting you to see his face.

You sat in silence for a while, soaking in his words and the perspective he likely had the past two months. He could have thought you stopped talking to him because he couldn't touch you anymore.

"I'm not mad that you can't touch me, I'm upset that you don't talk to me, in general," you spoke just as softly as he did, wanting to comfort him the way he was comforting you.

He let out a breath of relief, "It's gotten worse without you around."

"What did?"

"My quirk just goes off without you now, just the thought freaks me out enough. Fuckin' annoying," he confessed.

"Is it going to go off soon?" you wanted to be prepared to be pushed away from him. If he did it unannounced you'd likely cry. He just squeezed you closer.

"No," he said quietly, "It's finally calmed the fuck down."

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IS IT CASUAL NOW?

You and Touya have been hooking up. But recently, it feels like something more, and it all comes it head in his bedroom

A fanfic based off my current fav song, causal by chappel roan !

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The consistent hum of the fan aimed at your face does nothing to ease the heat prickling your skin and the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach.

You’ve just gotten out of the shower and you should be cool, but August sun pours in from all corners of the room, despite the closed windows. Not your room, though. Touya’s room. The evidence is everywhere, from the t-shirts littered on the floor to the abandoned bass guitar leaning against his messy desk. His walls are empty apart from one pin board, adorned with post-it notes and movie stubs and pictures of his friends, one of you and him in the middle.

You’re in his bed now. Have been since you’d stepped out of his bathroom and quickly changed. The sheets are rumpled from earlier and you sigh. Your skin smells like Touya. His shampoo and his shower gel you’ve smelt on him too many times to count. Smelt on him as he spread you out across his bed and kissed down your torso.

You wish you could say that he was a doting boyfriend that had offered you a shower after a passionate night together. Instead, you can hear him bustling around his kitchen most likely getting himself food and you none.

You didn’t even know what to call him. A friend? A boyfriend? A lover? All you knew was that the second he messaged you to come over you did so running. And could you be blamed? Youd been friends with Touya for three years and you’d liked him for two. How could you not? That dusty white hair that was always perfectly unkept, the piercings, the motorbike. So yes, when he’d approached you one day, the two of you drunk of a bottle of his fathers vodka, you complied, practically jumped into his lap. You were as prepared as anyone else when he told you it would be casual, no attachments.

But that’s not what it felt like.

He did too much. Too much to label this as friends with benefits and nothing else. He introduced you to his family, for gods sake. Well, introduced was a strong word to use.

You’d be in his bed, only wearing one of his shirts and nothing more. He had been pacing around the room, complaining about some argument he’d had with his dad when someone had knocked frantically on his door. You both froze. Touya had assured you he was home alone, and after the sounds you’d been making not long ago, you were really hoping that was true.

You got up quickly, practically diving across the room to grab your trousers from the floor.

“Touya, you said we were home alone!”

“We are!” He whispered furiously. He dug through one of his dressers and pulled out a bra.ome of your favourites, to be more precise. Before you could comment he waved at you to put it on.

“No, we are clearly not.” You stand up and he curses under his breath.

“Who is it?” He calls out.

“It’s me! Open the door.” The voice is small and young and you grin.

You’d heard of Touya’s siblings, obviously. You’d even seen Fuyumi once or twice around school. But you’d never actually met them, especially little Shoto. Touya knew how much you loved kids and did all he could to keep you two apart.

“Piss off.” Touya says. You tut, shoving his arm and get up to open the door.

“Mum says you can’t say that word to me anymore. She says that-“ Shoto’s words are cut off as soon as he sees you. His eyebrows furrow, his little fist raised to knock on the door stuffed in his pocket. He peers up at you, one eye blue and the other brown, and squints.

“Who are you?”

You tell him your name and crouch down in front of him. “It’s nice to meet you. You’ve got very cool eyes.”

“Thanks. My mum and dad gave them to me.”

You laugh slightly. Shoto looks behind you and scowls at Touya.

“Mum says you have to come help with the shopping and also you aren’t allowed girls in your room.” His voice is traced with the lilt of an annoying younger sibling, but you can’t help but find him adorable.

“Shut up, you brat. Don’t tell me what to do.” Touya brushes past and flicks Shoto on the head. He grabs your hand and tugs you to your feet.

“Come on. You’re gonna have to meet my mum.”

Before you can protest he’s dragging you down the stairs, the pattering of tiny feet following behind you. When you enter the kitchen, Touya drops your hand. Fuyumi’s washing a bowl of fruit at the sink, Touya’s other brother (Natsuo, you think) is filling up the fridge, and the woman you assume to be his mother is chopping onions. She’s beautiful. That’s the first thing you notice. She looks young to have four kids, and she smiles warmly at you when she notices your presence in the kitchen. You’re not necessarily shy, but the eyes of Touya’s family planted on you is almost enough to have you hide behind him. But of course, he’s no help. He just reaches for a bag of groceries and waves at you.

“This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Natsou, Fuyumi and my mother.” He doesn’t look away from where he’s filling up a cupboard with cans of soemthing

You smile. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“It’s lovely to meet you too! Nice to finally put a face to the name I hear all the time.” His mother smiles. You glance at Touya who is actively avoiding eye contact.

“He talks about me?”

“Oh, all the time. If anything, we can’t get him to shut-“

“Mum.”

“Sorry, sorry!” She holds up a hand in surrender but she sends you a wink.

“What are you guys doing home so early, anyways?” Touya asks.

“Dunno, we finished up early. What, we interrupting something?” Natsou grins and Touya smacks the back of his head. “Ow. Your girlfriend won’t like you anymore if you’re mean to me, you know.”

“Fuck off, you freak.”

“Language, Touya.” His mum sighs.

You ignore the warm feeling in your chest at Touya not denying the girlfriend allegations. You grab a bag from the floor and join Touya. His mother protests and tries to grab it from you.

“No, please, it’s fine, Mrs Todoroki.”

“Honey, you’re in my house, of course it’s not okay. And please, call me Rei.” She grabs the bag out of your hand and dumps it in a reluctant Touya’s.

“You go sit inside, I’ll send Touya to you soon.”

You oblige after much more argument. The living room is small. You remember Touya telling you this house was all his mum could afford after the divorce. But it didn’t matter, because despite the size it felt like a home. Trophies from Natsou’s sport events, pictures of the family at Christmas. It was cozy, all blue hues and pillows on every seat. You sat back but you weren’t alone for long. Shoto walked in, carrying two lollipops in his hands. He clambers onto the couch next to you and holds one out.

“For you.”

“Why thank you, Shoto, that’s very kind.” You take it out his hand, unwrap it quickly and pop it in your mouth. You watch him struggle with his for a moment before you offer to open it for him. You do so quickly and he nods his thanks. When he does speak again, it’s around the sweet that’s already staining his tongue blue.

“Are you Touya’s girlfriend?” You shake your head no.

“Good. You’re way too pretty for him.”

You snort a laugh. “You know, I agree. And I think you’re way too cute to be his little brother.”

Shoto nods. He kicks his feet up and down.

“Cool socks.” You point. They’re adorned with a little spiderman and he wriggles his feet at your comment.

“I know. I love spiderman.”

“I love spiderman too!”

Shoto nearly smiles then. The boy is quite monotone, you realise, but he perks up at the mention of the superhero. “He’s so cool. I wanna be a hero when I’m older. Like him.”

“I say you do it. Going to have to have big strong muscles to do that.” You point out.

Shoto almost rolls his eyes. “I already have big strong muscles. Look.” He brandishes his skinny arms and you gasp.

“Wow! How do you lift your arms up with this gun show?” You tickle under his arm and he giggles.

“Cause I’m a hero, duh.” He does roll his eyes this time you grin. You have an idea then. Something that always made your own little sister crack a smile.

“Well, can you fly?”

Shoto looks at you like you’re stupid. “Of course not.”

You pretend to think for a second. You tap your chin with your finger and you stand up slowly. You reach your hands forward and move your fingers.

“You sure?” You drag out the syllables of your words.

“Very.”

You suddenly reach forward and pick him up. He squeals as you spin him around, and drop him back on the couch.

“Liar, you can fly!”

He laughs, finally, and throws his arms in the air. “Again!”

You do the same thing and he squeals again, arms coming to grab your shoulders. You’re both laughing, slightly breathless, when you notice Touya standing at the door. He has a look on his face you can’t quite decipher, but it feels so fond you have to avert your gaze.

You’d stayed for dinner that day, much to the excitement of Shoto, who couldn’t seem to leave your side. You felt comfortable with his family and despite Touya’s silence throughout the meal, you enjoyed yourself.

You wonder where his family is now. It’s just you and Touya in the house, and he’s still doing whatever downstairs.

Your phone buzzes and you reach over the bed to grab it from its place on the bedside table. It’s your friends. They’re all out apparently, and asking where you are. One of them jokes that she ‘hopes you’re not with Touya again’. You’re sure they’re all laughing. You’re so happy at least somebody is enjoying all of this.

It’s not that they don’t like Touya. They’ve met him a couple times, at parties and when you’re sitting together in school. They think he’s funny and they definitely think he’s hot. The whole school does. Who can resist the bad boy with hair over his eyes and a tongue piercing? What they don’t like about Touya is how he treats you.

They’ve heard the rumours. Most people have, that you and him are hooking up. Which you guess is true. There’s nothing wrong with that. What your friends are more worried about is how he treats you like his girlfriend one day and an acquaintance at best the next. The more harsh friends of yours call you a loser for putting up with it. You thought that was a bit much before but you feel like a loser now.

You run a hand across your neck. More hickeys you’ll have to cover before school. Touya loves marking you, something he mumbled into your skin one day. You did the same to him once and he was off with you for a bit. The next time you saw him he told you that ‘we’re not together’ and that it sent mixed signals. To who? That’s what you wanted to ask. But it’s casual so you nodded and agreed, and your shirt was off in the next breath.

You wish that it was easier. That you didn’t feel as much as you did, in particular towards him. Maybe it would’ve been easier then. If it was all just sexual then yes, maybe you could end it. Block his number and tell him to stop talking to you.

But you can’t.

You think you might love him. If not now, then soon, if things keep going the way they are. Because Touya has never treated it like it was casual, like you weren’t together. There’s no way with how he kisses you. So softly. How on some days, when he shows up to your house in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, he holds you like you’re the only thing stopping him from drowning. How, in the backseat of his car, he told you about his father, explained away each scar littered across his body. There was no way that, all from a boy everybody knew had no attachments, meant nothing.

He’d never admit it though. You knew this. You’d spent the past month rolling it around your head, and you knew that’s why you had to end it. Whatever the hell this was.

Your thoughts are cut off as the door to his bedroom swings open. Touya walks in with two packets of crisps and a can of coke. He throws one at you and you let it fall in front of you.

“Food is fuel. Eat up.” He says, cracking the can open with his teeth.

You shake your head. “I’m not hungry.”

He falls on the bed next to you. You scoot backwards and he’s laying on his stomach, and takes a swig of his drink. He’s only wearing boxers and you actively avert your eyes from him. You instead focus your gaze on your hands that fiddle in your lap.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He makes a noise.

Touya sits up slightly and moves towards you. His forearms rest either side of your legs and he kisses your neck, licks over the marks he’d left not long ago, before reaching your lips. And you allow yourself to forget for a moment as he kisses you. He reaches a hand up to cup your face, teeth nipping your bottom lip. And it’s then, with how tenderly his fingers stroke your cheek, you remember. You remember your friends calling you a loser, the way he dropped your hand when his family saw him holding it.

You push him back and get up. You shake your head as he furrows his brows.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” You just say it. The words spit out your mouth like you can’t hold them in any longer. Touya sits up now, and his face is changing from confused to angry bit by bit.

“What do you mean?”

“This! The fucking, and- and the kissing and the sleeping together, everything! I can’t do this anymore!” You yell. You walk further away from his bed like it’ll make this any easier. You’re not sure when this progressed to something angry, but you can’t help yourself.

Touya stands. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and you look away as he changes, like you haven’t seen every part of him, physical and not.

“And what has made you come to this sudden realisation? Everything has been fine.” He snaps.

“For you. Touya, you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

Touya scoffs. “The fuck did I do?”

You laugh then, but it’s void of any mirth. You push your hair back with one hand, overstimulated and so angry.

“You tell me it’s casual. That we are casual, and then you do all this shit! I mean- your mother invited me to your holiday house, for fucks sake! And your siblings. I mean, Fuyumi calls me all the time and I don’t mind, I love her. All of your siblings, but. You can’t act like it doesn’t mean anything! That we’re that close!”

Touya shakes his head. He’s lost all looks of confusion and you might say he looks bored. It only fuels your anger even more.

“And- the way you kiss me. The way you hold me after we fuck, I-“

“It doesn’t mean anything.” He snaps.

“Don’t do that! Don’t lie to my face!” You yell.

“I’m not lying! I told you. I told you from the start that this meant nothing. It’s not my problem you’re acting crazy.” He shakes his head.

You think you might cry. You feel the prickle of tears line the inside of your eyes and you blink furiously. You’re not sure if it’s anger or sadness but either way you won’t give him the privilege of seeing it.

“No. You don’t get to act all cool about this. You were eating me out in the passenger seat of your shitty car, and I’m the crazy one?”

You pace around the room. You can’t even look at him. At the look on his face. You think you might hit him if you do.

“Look, I tried. Okay? I tried to be the chill girl, and I tried to give you your space, but I can’t! I’m not the chill girl, I’m so pent up about this. You know how badly all my friends cuss me out because of you? Because of the way you treat me?”

He walks towards you then. He’s standing in front of you and you’re forced to look up at his looming height. You can smell the same shower gel on him that’s on you, and you step back, ignoring the tightening of your chest.

“You don’t get to fucking act like I’m the problem here. You’ve had every opportunity to leave, don’t act like I’m the only one responsible.” He spits, finger pointing at your face. You shove his hand out of your way.

“Oh yeah? And when Kai asked me out, how did you react? Because last I checked he stood me up on my date because somebody had told him I was taken. You had nothing to do with that?”

Touya stutters then, and you think you’ve finally got him. Had finally found the thing that’ll make him realise he likes you too. That you could be together. For real.

“Yeah, I told him to back off. I don’t shit where I eat.”

You freeze then. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Touya pauses for a second. Something crosses over his face, and then he settles. Like he’s decided on something. The hard set of his shoulders and the way his eyes bore into yours.

“Kai is a friend. You are somebody I fuck. I don’t need the two of you mixing.”

The tears in your eyes blur your vision. You know he’s trying to hurt you. You know he’s doing this to push you away because he’s too scared to commit. But god, it’s working. Confirms every little thing that eats at you every time Touya turns you away, all the things your friends had warned you about.

“You’re bitter about that. That’s fine. I don’t really care. I warned you. I told you what to expect from me, and like an idiot, you wanted more. I told you this was all casual and you didn’t listen. That’s not my problem. And if you want to end things that’s fine.”

Part of you thought he might fight. Might try to fight for you if you tried to end it. You’d stayed up night after night, fooling yourself that Touya cared. Even if he couldn’t show it. Past it all you thought you meant something to him. People were dramatic. Your friends were dramatic. He showed that he liked you back in his own way. But you look at him now, the look in his eyes, and you don’t think he could care any less about you.

“You fucked me in the bathroom while your family ate dinner downstairs and you wonder why I’m bitter about this?” You inch closer, jabbing your finger in his chest.

“You showed me everything, everything about yourself and you just expect me to think it’s casual? Are you fucking serious, Touya?”

You shake your head and the tears do fall. You wipe aggressively at your cheeks and you watch his cold demeanour falter as he watches them drip down your face. Touya’s hand twitches like he’s going to reach forward but he decides against it. Just steps back and looks away instead.

“God, they were right. I hate that I let this drag on so long. And you- you don’t even care.” You sniff, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Touya says nothing. He sits back down on his bed. Reaches into the table next to his bed and grabs his cigarettes. You face scrunched up, the way you know it does when you’re about to really cry, and you turn away.

“Go to hell, Todoroki.”

You know that stings. You hope it does, as you grab the rest of your stuff. He doesn’t call out as you walk out his room. Doesn’t try to stop you as you slam his front door shut.

You’re finally reminded of the prickly heat as you’re walking down the sidewalk. Only this time, there’s no fan to cool down the sweat on your skin, washing away the last scent of Touya you think you’ll ever come across.

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hope you enjoyed! if you’d like a part two where I force Touya to admit that he actually is in love with y/n plz let me know 🩷

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❤︎ LOVE POTIONS ! — MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, aphrodisiacs / sex pollen, dirty talk, edging, brattiness, overstimulation, squirting, threesome, sickness but it’s sexy, breeding kink, unprotected sex.

xoxo, juno. everyone pretend it’s v-day 💘

MIDORIYA IZUKU.

⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.

fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.

“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ‘m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”

“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”

“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”

it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.

villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.

the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.

in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.

flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.

“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”

BAKUGO KATSUKI.

⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.

ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.

“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”

“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”

a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”

a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”

in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.

“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”

“make me.”

he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.

katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.

you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.

“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”

“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”

another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.

“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”

TODOROKI SHOTO.

⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.

“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”

sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.

“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”

“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”

shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”

a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.

“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”

he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.

once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”

and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.

“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”

his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”

you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.

in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.

“i want to stay like this before we leave.”

“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”

“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.

“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.

“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”

shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”

“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”

oh.

now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.

but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.

the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.

“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”

his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”

“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”

you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”

it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.

he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.

“why’d you..? baby?”

you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”

“you’re gonna milk me?”

he’s so cute . .

you want to see him crying.

you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”

KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA

⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .

“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”

hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”

one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.

“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”

“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.

things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?

“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.

“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”

perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.

hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”

thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.

just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.

denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”

since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.

an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.

loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.

“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”

TAKAMI KEIGO.

⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.

“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”

since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.

you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.

“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”

as if he’d ever plan to.

he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.

“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”

keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.

“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.

you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.

“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”

quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.

you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”

“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”

sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.

with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?

[mahyuume]

CAPABLE OF LOVE!

— synopsis. the ways he proofs being capable of showing love!

pairing. various!haikyuu, jjk, bllk, mha x reader | genre. romance, fluff, crack.

reminders. I’m posting after a suuuper long break, hope you guys like this! | mlist

I THINK I NEED I NEED A PICTURE, is something you’ve said countless times to your boyfriend (who will one day be your husband) then proceeding to whip out any kind of device capable of taking a photo. Currently, is happening right now.

“Baby, we need a picture, again!” You gleam at him, the look on his face already dreading the next fifty photos going to be taken; exhausted from taking the last hundred— or maybe more than that photos. But, reluctantly, he agrees. “Fine, but this is the last time,” the boy sighs then flashes his award winning smile. Just in time for- click! that. Now holding the freshly printed Polaroid, he takes a look at your face instead of the physical copy of you both.

Staring at the facial features adorned on you, he sees no flaws whatsoever. He stares at your eyes; shiny but with the hints of clear joy. Lips— he’s kissed them multiple times, but never got over how soft and plush they felt. Always wondered how you do it.

“Are you even listening to me?” You turned your head to him, giving him a small frown. He snaps back into his senses from you cutting his train if thought; now darting back at your eyes, then lips again. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, trying to get rid of all the mushy thoughts in his head. “What were you saying?” Giving a small huff, you re-explain why you both need so many photos. But truth be told, he wasn’t listening one bit. Okay, just a little, but your face is something he could look at for hours. The look of love is real when it comes to him, due to the fact that he always manages to accidentally ignore you; all while adoring you.

As voices drown out, he thinks about adding this new photo to the heart shaped Polaroid collection in his room. Cracks out a stupid smile, then further proves to be undeniably whipped for you.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, NAGI SEISHIRO, RIN ITOSHI, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, SHOTO TODOROKI, NEITO MONOMA.

‘CAUSE IT’S NEVER ENOUGH! Is what your boyfriend says almost if not every-time he gifts you things. His reasoning is always “just because” and that he truly meant it when he said if he could give you the whole world, he would. And what I just relayed out for you to process, plays out in your daily life. And is, right now.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Repeated sounds of the doorbell chiming in your ear, you smile as you already know who’s behind the door while opening it for your love. But this time like most, it’s not your love facing you. It’s a big teddy bear that’s twice his size. You’re even surprised a thing like that could fit into his car!

“And who is this for?” You question him, a silly one at that. “Some cute girl I met.” He responds but not so clearly since the bear completely hides his figure besides the arms of his holding it up, drowning in the big fluffy stuffy. You roll your eyes at his answer, “Oh? Come in and tell me all about her.” Entertaining him, you take the legs of the bear and help him inside. And oh my, it was pretty heavy. But no surprise your super strong fiancé could lift it without a sweat.

“I would but…” “But?” “I have more things for the pretty girl inside my car,” he looks over at you with a stupid smile. “If you don’t mind.” He says while walking away back to the front door in a seemingly rush.

Coming back, his hands and arms are full of designer goods, and some even being valentine gifts. Talk about a man who can treat!

“You got me all this?” A gasp leaves your pretty lips as he stares at them, it making him smile in return too. “Yup.” Helping him get the bags, he watches you with a dumb look that makes you wanna slap him for being such a mushy lover. Of course, in a good way!

Opening your early valentine gifts, each one never failed to surprise you and leave you even more grateful for the man watching and recording your reactions. He points to the Nekta bag next to you. In the video, you’re surrounded by countless luxury brands but he decides to point out a specific one.

“Open that one baby.” He smirks behind the camera, watching your face twist into one of excitement and shying away from the camera. “Why? What’s in here?” You say as your paid for nails on hands reach for the Nekta bag. Opening it, there’s many boxes to choose from. You’re not sure which he meant. “Which one?” He points to a small one, the tiniest out of the bunch.

Unraveling the box and seeing the message, cluelessly, you didn’t notice how your boyfriend set down the phone and got down on one knee.

‘Look in front of you dummy.’ You read aloud then looked up. And there he was, holding the missing ring from the box, proposing to you with it.

“Will you marry me?”

HAJIME IWAIZUMI, SATORU GOJO, SAE ITOSHI, REO MIKAGE, KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

TO SEE YOU SMILING IN MY MIND is a memory you often hear being told over and over again by your boyfriend. His dreams of you both are beyond romantic or very dramatic, there’s really no in between.

By far the most exaggerated thing he’d ever say is something about how you two turned into fishes and lived a happy life together swimming around the ocean, avoiding sharks and fishermen. But this time, it’s quite different.

Ding! Ding! Your phone goes off at 7:35pm, right as you’re getting ready for bed or doing whatever it is. Checking what notified you, a smile lit across your face as you read your boyfriend’s display name.

Weird random: Babe

Weird random: I had another dream call me rn it’s so important

Giggling and mentally calling him a weirdo, you read the messages in-app then click the Video Call option.

“Oh my gosh baby, you won’t believe what I dreamt of.” Is what you hear your boyfriend say from the audio of your phone that’s now prompt up on a water glass as a substitute for a stand. “What’d you predict this time?” You cheekily asked him as he closes the space between his device and face; now a super close up of him is in your screen.

You’re not complaining though. He’s in one of those hoodies you promised yourself to ‘borrow’ one of these days and has messy bed hair, which tells you he just woke up from a nap.

“Okay so like, it’s me and you right,” he settles his phone down somewhere around his house, now making hand motions like a story teller. “Mhm.” “We’re having this cute date and stuff right.” “And?” “And then like, you look so beautiful. Like so, like, just so beautiful that flowers bloom when you walk near them type of beautiful!”

Laughing at his silly compliment, it doesn’t fail to make your cheeks turn a pink hue. “You’re so corny I swear…” it’s his turn to laugh at your comment, “Come on girl, don’t tease me like that.” His voice suddenly turns into one more of a softer beat, “hurts my feelings.” He says as he puts a hand on his heart, seemingly clutching it. Rolling your eyes at your favorite boy, he continues on with his story- dream. His dream.

“Then boom, some random dude comes up to you and goes like ‘hey you’re pretty’ and I’m like ‘dude back off’ and then we get into a fight in order to see who wins your love.” At this point he was just background music as you did your night routine. “Babe, are you even listening?” Or maybe not.

“Of course I am.” You look at him from the side of your eye, noticing how he’s now closer than earlier. “Doesn’t seem like it.” From the looks of it, it seems like you’re plain out ignoring him. But you’e not, really! “Promise I am.” Adjusting the camera to face you fully now, he focuses on you rather than talking about his hefty dream storyline.

“What if I just married you, like, tomorrow?”

What a nice question he asked, and your answer is…

“I don’t know?” You stop doing whatever you’re doing and look at him. “Why’re you asking?” “No reason.” Liar. “Stop lying!” His hands go up in protest, “I’m not!” He looks away for a bit then returns to stare at you. “Just… just had a dream about it.” And it clicks.

“So that’s what you were trying to tell me?” And like that, it’s as if a lightbulb went off in his head. “Ah, I guess so…” he muttered, hand on his nape as he realizes he’s not the best at lying when it comes to you. “I mean, come on!” He finally breaks, “you looked so good in the wedding dress and we…” his voice trails off the second you were getting invested.

“We?” You omit him to continue, but it comes out hurriedly. “We had a big, happy family. Like seriously happy.” He admits with a smile, clearly smitten about you. This makes you innerly gush about him.

“Yeah?” “Yeah. We did.” He sighs, “If only it were true.” He fake pouts, an ugly thing he does that makes you laugh horribly. “I mean, it can be.” You nonchalantly said, as if you weren’t wishing for the same thing. His eyes light up from your sentence, lips curling into a smile. “You can’t take that back!” You laugh at his antics, “as if I would ever.”

SHOYO HINATA, TOORU OIKAWA, YUUJI ITADORI, MEGURU BACHIRA, YOICHI ISAGI, KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS).

​৻ꪆ. Happy valentines everyone! I hope you like this one. (It’s been planned ever since December.) there were supposed to be two more lines added but I seriously ran out of time and didn’T know who else to write for… so, take this??

[shotos-wifeyy]

Riding shoto 🫣

(NSFW warning)

Hear me out, He hates being dom.

I mean like, if he’s hard as hell he won’t hesitate to jump on you if you don’t feel like topping, but otherwise…

“baby…” He would whine, holding you from behind as you away together in the kitchen, the class chattering at the table and in the common room.

“mmm?” You would hum as you take a sip of your water.

He would tighten his grip, pushing his hips against your ass so you could feel how hard he is.

“Jesus!” You would cough, choking on your water. “Shoto we are in public” You scold under your breath.

He whined and digs his head into your neck, holding you tighter. “go take care of it” You hiss.

He tightens his grip on your waist, his knuckles white. “i need you..”

“You have hands” You sip your water.

“You have knees”

“Shoto i swear to the lord and heaven above-“

“I’ll do your homework for a week.” He stares at you.

“…..2 weeks.” You correct.

“2 and a half.” He kisses your neck.

You think for a moment before groaning. “fine. only because you’re really fucking hot.”

He perks up grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairs.

As soon as you step into his/your dorm he starts stripping.

“Calm down!” You squeak.

He stops in his tracks, staring deeply at you, jeans halfway down his legs. “…please?”

You stare back at him dumbfounded before throwing up your hands. “oh, what he hell!”

Not long later hes pulling you onto his lap, skin to skin.

“You really like this postiton aye?” You mock.

He blushes heavily. “You’re good at it…”

“Mmm..” You hum. “Just relax, let me take care of you.” You mock the words he’s said to you many times before.

He just stares adoringly at you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “How did i get so lucky?” He whispers, more to himself than to you.

It’s not hard to redirect him as he’s already hard as fuck. You wrap a hand around his shaft, giving him a small jerk before positioning him at your entrance, lowing yourself onto him.

He groans as your hips meet his. “just like that-“

“mmmm~ you like that?~” You tease.

He would just nod, his hands moving to grip your waist tightly, pushing you down harder onto him.

“You take me so good baby~ holy-“ He groans as you roll your hips over him.

You begin to get lost in the feeling yourself, holding onto his hips as you slide over him.

“G-god-“ he gasps and moans. “ahh…b-baby-“

You ignore him, grinding your hips together as he works deep inside you, hitting just the right spot. “s-shoto~! fuck!”

He groans and digs his nails into your hips, bucking his hips up with you on instinct. You throw your head back as you continue to bounce on his dick.

You sped up and he lets out a strangled moan of your name, pushing you down harder onto him. He dosent even give you a warning as he shivers hard, white hot liquid hitting dripping down your thighs.

You release with him not long after. riding out the waves of the high, you collapse on him. he immediately brings his hands up and cuddles you agaisnt his chest, massaging your hair.

“Thank you, baby” He pants, kissing your head.

You just ‘mmph’ in response and he chuckles. He slides himself out of you with a groan. you whine slightly at the loss of contact, rolling onto the other side of the bed with a frown as he climbs off.

“where are you going?” you pout,

“I’m coming right back.” He teases.

A minute or so later he comes back from his bathroom, rag in hand. he carefully cleans your thighs and lower areas as he kisses your stomach and neck. He thanks you and praises you for your beauty and how good you take him.

You force him to watch a movie, and he complies. You buy doordash for the entire class with endeavors credit card. Why?

You’re sad if you think they didn’t hear anything. Check the class groupchat >.<

[trueebeauty]

It's a crisp autumn evening when you and Todoroki arrive at your house. Your parents are off on another business trip, leaving you with an empty house and a whole week of freedom. Or, in this case, a whole week with your boyfriend, Shoto.

As you're showing him around, you notice he seems distracted. "Everything okay, Shoto?" you ask.

He blinks, dual-colored eyes focusing on you. "Yes. Just... thinking."

You smile. Todoroki and his deep thoughts. It's one of the many things you love about him. "Well, make yourself at home. I'm going to grab a shower."

As the bathroom door closes behind you, Todoroki sits on your bed, mind whirling. Last week, during one of his rare moments of procrastination, he stumbled upon an article about the benefits of cuddling. Increased oxytocin, lower stress levels, better sleep. He wants that for you. For both of you.

But how to initiate? Todoroki, for all his battle prowess, feels out of his depth with this kind of intimacy. His eyes wander around your room, landing on the heater. An idea forms.

He approaches it, hand out. A touch of his right side, and frost creeps over the heater. It sputters, then dies. Todoroki nods, satisfied. Now he just needs to wait.

Twenty minutes later, you emerge from the shower in your softest pajamas. You're toweling your hair when you notice. "Is it cold in here, or is it just me?"

Todoroki looks up, and his breath catches. You're shivering slightly, skin pebbled with goosebumps. He didn't realize how cold it would get so quickly. Guilt gnaws at him, but he pushes it down. This is for a good cause, right?

"The heater must be broken," he says, aiming for nonchalance. "We should... conserve body heat."

You blink, then a slow smile spreads. "Shoto Todoroki, are you asking me to cuddle?"

He blushes, the red stark against his white hair. "It's... practical."

"Sure," you tease, but you're already climbing into bed, snuggling up to him. He's warm, always warm, and you sigh contentedly.

Todoroki feels a rush of... something. Happiness? Pride? All he knows is that he likes having you close. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

But as minutes tick by, the room gets colder. And colder. Todoroki's left side is like ice, and you start to shiver violently.

"S-Shoto," you chatter, "I t-think something's really w-wrong with the h-heater."

Panic rises in his throat. This isn't what he wanted. You're freezing, possibly getting sick, because of him. Some boyfriend he is.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. "I... I broke it. I wanted to cuddle, but I didn't think—"

"Y-you broke it?" you interrupt, teeth still chattering. "On p-purpose?"

He nods miserably. But then, to his surprise, you laugh. It's a shaky sound, but genuine.

"You're adorable," you say, nuzzling into him despite the cold. "But also an idiot. You could've just asked."

Todoroki feels warmth that has nothing to do with his quirk. "I'll fix it," he promises.

"Later," you say. Then, with a mischievous grin, you flip your legs over him, straddling his waist to reach his other side. The side that's all warmth.

"Better?" he asks, watching you snuggle into his right.

"Much," you sigh, the shivers already subsiding. "But next time you want cuddles, just ask. Okay?"

"Okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

In the soft glow of your bedside lamp, with you tucked safely against his warm side, Todoroki thinks he finally understands what that article meant. Cuddling isn't just about body heat. It's about this: the trust in your sleepy mumbles, the forgiveness in your laughter, the love in the way you fit against him.

He may have broken the heater, but Todoroki thinks this warmth, this closeness, was worth it.