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new message from: keigo “hawks” takami!

feat: random texts/tweets/posts from your boyfriend keigo <3

warnings / cache notes: language, suggestive, keigo’s slightly possessive/over protective, might be ooc. idc.

req📌: ❌ ignore how the first image is different from everything else i’ve had this post saved for so long

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summary: A city-wide blackout leads to some questionable decisions on Eraserhead's part: for four nights in a row now, Aizawa Shouta has been watching you get yourself off. Is tonight the night he joins in? pairing: aizawa shouta x reader wc: 1.7k content warnings: SMUT mdni, dark content, stalker!aizawa, stalking, voyeurism, dubcon, power imbalance (pro hero/civilian, ya know) voice kink, dirty talk, aizawa's big dick

The watching starts before Aizawa knows how to stop it.

One minute, he’s on patrol during the worst blackout the city’s ever seen; the next, he’s looking into your room and watching you get undressed.

You stopped him dead in his tracks, all plush curves and soft skin, almost otherworldly in the cool blue dark. Maybe that’s why he stayed that first time, frozen on the ledge of a neighboring building, watching you writhe and whimper on a purple dildo.

He has no excuse for why he returns the second and the third night, only that he's hungry for more, that the cover of dark in a still imperiled city is making it easier for him to accept the dark desire churning in his veins that he needs to know exactly what you sound like when you stuff yourself full.

He takes a shaky breath, cold air stinging his cheeks. Darkness blankets the city as thoroughly as gauze, a hazy film that puts anyone with eyes that aren’t his at a disadvantage.

He can see you perfectly, surrounded in your bedroom by candles and wearing those sleep shorts that hug the meat of your ass so well he has to palm his dick roughly through his pants, grunting into his fist.

You can’t see him.

Aizawa pulls out a burner phone before he can stop himself and punches in your number. Your face scrunches adorably at the unfamiliar caller, but you answer all the same.

“Hello?”

Fuck. You’ve got a voice like heaven, soft and low and sweet.

“Hi,” is all he can think to say, and he sucks in a breath when your nipples pebble under your thin cami.

You like his voice already. That’s good. He can work with that.

“Who is this?”

You’d be lying if you didn’t already have a suspicion. Just because you don’t have a quirk doesn’t mean you don’t have senses; you clocked him the first night he watched you out in that expansive dark, the gleam of something like goggles shining in the dark.

You don’t know why you kept touching yourself, why his gaze on you made your heart race instead of reach for the phone to call the cops.

Not much good they’d do anyway. They’d just send Mr. Pro Hero outside, or someone like him.

“Does it matter who I am?”

His voice is everything you like. Deep and rumbling, a little rasp raking over the syllables and zipping up your spine.

“Guess not.” You shrug one shoulder; the strap of your cami slides down. On cue, you hear the faintest inhale of air. Dude must have fucking super vision. “Why did you keep coming back?”

You almost roll your eyes at how off-route your priorities are. There’s been a man watching you fuck yourself, and you’re hung up on specifics?

“You’re beautiful,” he says, simply, like he’s rattling off stock prices, but it makes your heart stop all the same. “Why is it you’re alone?”

You can't help but laugh. “You’re not pulling the ‘you’re too pretty to be alone’ card, are you?”

He laughs, too, a soft rumble that crackles the phone with static. “So what if I am? The only action I’ve seen you get the past few days is when that toy of yours disappears between your legs.”

Arousal knocks the wind out of you. Heat flushes up your hairline.

Another low chuckle on his end. “Embarrassed, pretty girl?”

You walk up to the window, peer out into the dark night. You can’t make anything out other than shadows.

“How many times have you watched me now?”

“You don’t know? Seemed like you were putting on a show.”

His teasing tone makes your cunt clench.

“Four days now, sweetheart,” like he’s counting down your anniversary, not how often he’s spied on you masturbating. “What were you thinking about last night that had you shuddering and gasping like that? Knew I had to get your number just so I could hear you fall apart.”

This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong is blaring on repeat in your head, but that’s increasingly falling to the wayside with every word that falls out of this stranger’s mouth. Your sleep shorts slide between your folds. Blood rushes in your ears as your heart beats in your throat. You feel so turned on it’s like every cell is alight, responding to the chemical bomb (wc) that is the man on the other side of the window.

It’s cold tonight. The window sticks just like it always does when you open it up, the cool night air a balm for your arousal-drenched skin.

You don’t address him; you’re not really sure why, but you like not knowing where he is, a figure in the dark hell bent on nothing more than watching you cum.

You settle back down on your bed, crossing your legs and groaning a little. You’re damp and sticky and so turned on it’s already starting to hurt.

“I was thinking about you,” you answer honestly. "I like your voice.” Your own shakes, with a mixture of lust and fear and excitement. “Can you talk to me?”

“Of course I can talk to you.” His voice drops another octave, takes on an even more gravelly tone. Your whole body erupts in goosebumps. “What’s my pretty girl wanna hear?”

“Anything,” you say, and you mean it. This man could probably read you the directions to a microwave meal and get you off. “You can see me, right?”

“Mmhmm,” he intones.

“Then tell me how to touch myself. Like if you were here.”

Aizawa crushes the phone in his grip so tightly he hears it crack.

You’re already squirming on your bed, sitting on your fucking hands like you’re waiting for permission. His heart kicks up against his ribs, his cock jumping violently against his uniform.

“I can do that, sweetheart.”

You smile, tuck your chin into your chest like his attention is all of a sudden making you shy. He wonders if you’re doing it to tease him, or if he’s bringing it out of you. It doesn't matter either way; he's harder than he's been in his entire life.

“Lay back down on the bed for me, yeah?” You comply instantly. “Make sure I can see that gorgeous cunt, baby, don’t be hiding from me.”

Your breath hitches. You scoot forward just enough, and the flickering candlelight plays over your skin like water. His mouth dries up at the sight.

“Spread yourself open, baby, use those pretty hands of yours.”

You part your folds, the pad of your middle finger gathering up the arousal pooling between your legs. “Jesus—fuck—look at you, gorgeous. All that just for me?”

He sees you nod.

“You gotta talk to me too, sweetheart. Use that cute mouth of yours.”

You choke out a little whine that blacks out his vision.

“S-sorry. I don’t understand how it feels so fucking good already.”

Your hips move in little circles, chasing your release.

“How many toys do you have there with you?”

“A few. Why?”

“Which is the biggest?”

You huff out a disbelieving giggle. “You’re not doing that thing where you lie about your endowments, are you?”

The grin that crosses his mouth is wild, hungry. He wasn’t planning on touching himself tonight; only wanted to tease you in the dark until he splattered the front of his pants like a teenager. But your teasing tone is making him ignore his earlier impulses as he tugs out his cock and snaps a photo of it, hard and heavy and leaking in his palm.

He sends it.

You’re silent for a moment. He sees your legs press together before he hears—

“Fuck,” you whimper, so desperately it’s like he can see your mouth water. “I don’t—I don’t have anything as big as you.”

His cock literally jumps in his hand. Pre-cum oozes from the tip; he stuffs it back into his briefs before he can change his mind.

“You can’t tell me things like that. Makes me want to climb through your window and stuff you full with what you really need.” The muscles in his stomach bunch as he fights for composure. “Take out that purple toy of yours, it’ll be enough for now, ‘kay princesss? Don’t whine for things you can’t have.”

It’s an admonishment to himself, too.

“Don’t turn it on just yet. Get it all nice and wet, pretty girl, I know you’re fucking dripping.”

You follow instructions in a way that soothes the miasma of thoughts in his head. Here the world makes sense again. Here he can do good.

“Can I know your name?” You pant. He watches you trace small caresses across your belly, the soft undersides of your tits.

God, he wants his teeth on you, devouring you whole.

Against his better judgement, he tells you. “Sho is fine.”

“Okay. Sho,” you breathe it out in an overdrawn sexy drawl, but fuck, even his shortened name is enough to make that low-belly punch of arousal spike.

“Inch that toy in nice and slow, honey, go on now, stop being a tease.” He watches the tip start to part you open, your ragged gasp harsh in his ear. “If I was there, we’d be stretching out your little cunt for hours, make sure you’re ready for me. I could probably sit you on just the tip of my dick and make you cum, isn't that right, pretty girl? You're fucking shaking and I haven't even touched you—”

“Sho,” you’re pleading, and it’s making his head fucking spin. “Can I turn it on, please? Let me turn it on—”

“Of course you can, baby, that’s it, look at you.” Your legs are spread obscenely, arousal dripping from your hole, glistening on your thighs and core. “Show me you how you like it, sweet girl, show me how you want me to fuck you next time, yeah?”

Aizawa feels each shuddering gasp and keening moan like you’re there beside him. Your orgasm overtakes you, back bowing off the bed, his name like a prayer on your lips. His hips jerk as he watches you, one hand tight on the phone, the other pressing against the pulsing-hot ache of his cock as he ruts into his palm.

His phone pings a moment later as he's catching his breath, a too-dark picture of the mess between your thighs and a text:

[y/n]: Come back tomorrow <3

a/n: actively launching myself into outer space!!!

dabi dreaming of hawks doing the kabe-don w him.... honestly, same hehe

+Hawks w Tsukuyomi cus i miss them :'3

smile!

Something silly

I can't believe your here!

Mon's heaven is to have his family

thats his emotional support bird

Gift for a friend that made a awesome thread on Twitter ^^

https://x.com/kacchansun/status/1881425504064135589?t=nCBI188XmkX3m6YXUTXLFw&s=19

I've been thinking of nothing but spollen reader and Iida sneaking off during a friend get-together. Maybe even a holiday party for added pizazze. They're hiding in the pantry and Iidas fucking reader sloppy, messy and grunting while pawing at her tits. She's trying not to make any noise because she can HEAR Shouto not too far from the pantry, and god he can't find them like this.

Maybe Iida cums deep in her and keeps whispering about getting her nice and pregnant while she sits beside Shouto at the table, or on the couch. Ughhh. Thinking hard.

Sometime in the night before it all, someone asks when you and Shouto and getting married. You're about to tell them soon, hopefully soon, when Shouto speaks up.

"I don't think we'll ever get married," he says, placidly, like it isn't crushing to hear. Usually, he had waved off the ideas, given you maybes or somedays, but tonight he just shrugs.

It devolves into a public spat of sorts, of course with you getting worked up and Shouto staying relatively calm.

"It's not like we're going to have children," he says. "So what's the point?"

"I want a commitment." You want a ring, a house, a family-

"I am committed-- I just don't need a stupid piece of paper."

You step away. "I need space right now."

Shouto doesn't follow you into the backroom of his family's house, neither do his siblings or your friends.

But Iida does.

It's how you end up pressed into the wall of his father's room, Iida jackhammering into you. It's almost pathetic, the way he holds you, the way he buries his face into your neck and whines for it.

"I'd give it to you-" You have to slap a hand over his mouth to quiet him, but he doesn't stop talking. You can barely focus on quieting yourself, let alone him.

"Give you babies," he mumbles into your palm. "give you a ring-"

Later, when you reappear, Shouto throws an arm over your shoulder as if nothing happened.

"Feeling better now?" he asks.

"A little."

Part 2 of my Erasermight fake marriage AU. I promise we do eventually get to the Erasermight

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Oh god, but the thought of a big strong man trying to win your favor by showing how strong he is, how capable he is as a partner, how he'll do anything for you

dabi and dumbification 🤝 - mdni

he likes how smart you are, actually prefers you a little mean, but nothing, absolutely nothing, turns him on like watching his smart girl go stupid on his dick

actually lives for the moment when he witnesses your mind go slack and give in to him—he’s big on control and trust, so knowing that you’re essentially putting your whole person in his hands is everything to him

“aww, you like being my little cocksleeve, don’t ya sweet thing?” he snarls, teeth against your neck, one hand hot on your hip. “no one’s ever fucked the words right outta that pretty mouth, I can tell”

loves the feeling of overpowering you so completely that he’s overwriting your very senses. you’re babbling out his name, tears pricking your eyes at the press of pleasure/pain swirling in your gut. hell, you can’t even beg him anymore, you’re so far gone—

“fuck, this slutty little pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight.” smacks your ass as he bullies his cock into you, smirks at the fucked-out whine that falls from your lips. “bet I can get another one out of you, huh baby? you still know how?” said with that infuriating smirk on his face

edges himself the entire time he’s making you cum

“where do you want it? here?” feral grin on his face while pressing down on your lower stomach, your frantic little nod bobbing up and down. “who am I to deny you?”

probably receives noise complaints from every lov member

if you have anymore touchstarved!aizawa in the vault, dont be afraid to share 👀

nonnie i'm being so serious right now i have an insane amount of touchstarved! headcanons for this man, i think about his exhausted ass all day long 😩 part one here

touchstarved!aizawa who has a visceral hunger for you, mouth drying up and fists clenching whenever he sees you

touchstarved!aizawa who denies the attraction even while he’s panting into his sheets late at night, thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock

touchstarved!aizawa who’s so afraid of being hurt, but who practically collapses into you when you kiss him for the first time

touchstarved!aizawa who inhales you, big hands moving over your hips, your lower back, your shoulders, your neck—he can’t get you close enough

touchstarved!aizawa who works himself so slowly into you, hissing between his teeth when he bottoms out, hands like a vice around the meat of your hips, “that’s it sweetheart, ride me nice and slow—need to feel how badly you fuckin’ need me”

touchstarved!aizawa who loves nothing more than waking up with his thigh wedged between your cunt, your name already on his lips, one hand coming down to grind you against him, “good morning to you too princess” (biting my fingers off)

touchstarved!aizawa who's gotten one taste of you and vows never to go without you again

a/n: being a source of comfort for this man?? screaming into a pillow likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated, more to come 😘

addicted to you

summary: Kirishima Eijiro's pretty positive he’s going to hell. You can’t listen to your buddy’s girlfriend cum that many times and not be on a one-way ticket to the fiery pits of doom. When he's at the end of his rope, one night might change the dynamic of his relationship with you. pairing: bakugou x reader x kirishima wc: 1.6k content warnings: smut mdni, threesome dynamics, fem!reader, dirty talk, degradation, voyeurism, oral, m!receiving, kirishima's raging size kink

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"Oh god, Kats..."

It should be fucking illegal for walls to be this thin, Kirishima thinks, staring up at his ceiling, willing his dick to soften. This is the fifth night in a row that he’s heard your guts getting rearranged by his best friend, and it’s starting to take a toll on the pro hero.

“Yeah, baby? Too much for ya?”

A soft groan emits from Kirishima’s throat at the high-pitched whine you make in response.

It’s not gentlemanly of him at all, but he pictures how gorgeous your face must look right now, mouth hanging open, eyes rolled up in your head—

"Not enough," he hears you shoot back.

He slams the pillow over his face and rolls onto his belly, rutting his dick across the mattress in one long drag.

Fuck.

When he first heard you two have sex, he really tried to do the respectable thing and not listen, he swears. When noise-canceling headphones didn't cut it, he went on long walks the minute you and Bakugou disappeared behind closed doors. It’s made for some very awkward late-night convenience store runs.

He lifts the pillow from his face. No noises sound from next door. He sighs. Time to address the raging cockstand in his pants, then.

The fantasy he conjures is familiar, well-worn. He starts in the middle this time, at the part where you’re already gagging on his dick, eyes welling with tears as be bullies his cock down your throat.

Kirishima grabs the lube from his nightstand and coats his palm. His hips buck into his hand as he works himself up and down, idly wondering how much of him you'd be able to take. He hates it, but the thought of your face scrunching up as you struggle to fit him all the way in shreds his sanity to ribbons.

"Kiri?" your voice sounds through the door while his hand is mid-stroke on his cock.

It’s like he summoned you.

"Yeah?" Even that minor syllable sounds like he’s fucking drugged.

"Can I come in please?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Are you fucking serious?

"Just a minute!" he shouts, shucking up his sweatpants and toweling off the mess between his thighs.

He hears Bakugou’s voice next. "Just let us in, idiot, she’s gotta ask you something."

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit—

He’s gonna die tonight. You’re probably outside thinking he’s a digusting pervert, in here fucking jerking off to you—what was he thinking?

Apparently not even the panic can make his dick cooperate though. He tucks it into the waistband of his pants and prays for a swift end.

When he opens the door, he expects to dodge a punch. But you’re standing there in a see-through red teddy, and all semblance of thought goes out the window.

“Did you finally hear me this time, Kiri?”

Huh?

He’s pretty sure he just splutters. Bakugou barks out a laugh behind you. "Told you this dummy was in denial, pretty girl."

His brain stumbles. "You wanted me to hear?"

You let out a husky giggle that goes straight to his groin. If possible, he gets harder.

"I like how you watch me, Kiri," you admit, eyes darting to his lips. His mouth goes dry. "I keep thinking about how you’d touch me."

He balls his hands into fists at his side to keep from hauling you onto his bed. "This is something you two have talked about?"

Bakugou has the audacity to look annoyed. "Doesn’t take a fuckin’ genius to figure it out. You’re always starin’ at her. Besides," he runs a hand straight down your back; you shiver and lean back into him. "Can’t deny this sweet thing much."

The good thing about being a pro hero is that you learn to adapt to situations quickly. Kirishima's brain is spinning with this new information, but he’s reacting before he realizes it, hand reaching out for your waist.

Your nipples tighten—he wants his tongue on them, sucking through the lace. He looks to Bakugou, but the man’s just sauntering into the room, settling into the desk chair with his legs kicked out, gray sweatpants tented.

“Go on, then.” He palms his cock. “Make her feel good like you’ve been wanting.”

Kirishima doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks you up and arranges you both on the bed, your thighs draped over his hips. You’re soaking wet; he can feel the slick dripping from your pussy fall on his stomach.

He’s so hard it hurts.

You’re not much better off, whimpering and rutting in his lap like a bitch in heat.

"Touch me, Kiri, please," you say, nosing at his neck and sucking on his pulse point. "Need your big hands on me."

God, you even beg cute.

His hands span up your back, pressing your tits into his chest and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You groan into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair, tugging at the strands.

"Wild little thing, aren’t you, baby?" Kirishima chuckles when you glare at him. "No judgment here, I fucking love it. Been listenin' to you long enough to have an idea of how you like it."

He looks over at Bakugou. "You just gonna watch?"

"Gotta make sure you do it right, Shitty-hair," he grits out, fist moving up and down. “Ya already need me to step in?”

Kirishima laughs under his breath. "Fuck you too, asshole." He cradles your face in one hand, tilting your lips up to his. "Come here, princess, let me see how hard I can make you cum, huh? Harder than he does?"

One breath against your clit and you’d probably scream for him right now. He can't help but puff out his chest a little at the thought.

Clothing comes off in a flurry. Every inch of skin exposed is a fucking godsend, more for him to touch, to caress.

When his cock bobs in between your bodies, he swears your mouth goes slack.

"Oh, Kiri," you breathe out, wrapping your hands around him. "You didn’t tell me you had such a pretty dick.” He chokes and rolls his hips into your fist. "You’re big, too. I don’t know if you’ll fit all the way."

He grunts. "Fuck baby, you can’t say shit like that to me, drives me fuckin’ crazy—"

The smile you give him is sinful. "I know." You shut him up by undulating your hips, sliding your pussy folds along the head of his cock.

"She's a little brat, Kiri, don't be afraid to put her in her place," Kirishima hears Bakugou say in the background. His voice is strained, husky. Both of you moan at the sound.

"Is that right, princess?" He nips at your mouth. "You think I'll give you whatever you want?"

You nod, the sweetest whine falling from your lips as he starts to inch his dick inside your quivering hole. You're so tight it's like your pussy can't decide if it wants to suck him in or spit it out.

"Stay fucking still," he growls, hold fast and hard on your hips. You squeal at his tone, gasping as he stretches you open, working the tip in and out.

Your hands scrabble at the sheets, his forearms, anything. He just holds you in place as your cunt gets sloppier and sloppier, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

"Kiri please just fuck me. Please, I've been thinking about it for weeks now—"

Bakugou kneels on the side of the mattress.

"You're mouthy tonight, baby. All because you're showing off for him?" He taps the side of your mouth. "Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?"

If Kirishima wasn't about to bust his load, he sure as fuck is now, watching you greedily suck his best friend's dick as he works his into your sopping wet core.

When he finally bottoms out, the sound you make is pornographic, throat stuffed up with dick, humming out your pleasure...

"God that's so fucking hot, baby, look at you." He sets a rough, steady pace. Your tits bounce as your throat works to take Bakugou. Drool trickles down your chin; he wipes it away and squeezes your neck. It's driving him crazy, watching your tongue and lips work in tandem. "Takin' dick so well, there's a good girl."

Bakugou has a tight grip on the headboard, veins straining in his neck.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm close. Pinch her clit, Eiji, that'll make her cum quick. Get her there for me, let me see her fuckin' scream."

Kirishima rolls your bud between his fingers, and sure enough, your pussy starts clamping down on him. His rhythm gets erractic, wild. All he can think about is the sticky wet rush of slick between your legs, your channel milking his cock like you'd been waiting for weeks for it—

Bakugou slides out of your mouth with an obscene pop, spitting into his palm. "Dirty little slut, love getting used, don't ya?"

Kirishima keeps working your clit, dick jumping inside you. "There's our pretty girl, doing so well. Where do you want me to cum, honey? Can I cum here?"

He presses down on your tummy and pinches your clit at the same time. Slick gushes out of you.

"Cum in her, Kiri," he hears Bakugou bark out, hand speeding up. "I'll clean it up later, just wanna see you both cum with your dick in her."

It's embarassing, but that's really all he needs to hear before he's coming the hardest he ever has, cock twitching and pumping seed into you as Bakugou spends onto your tits.

Your own orgasm takes you over, bowing your back off the bed, mouth hanging open as incoherent babble falls from your lips. Kirishima fucks you through it, each small tremor of your subsequent orgasms like jolts of lightning.

He's pretty sure he knows the answer when he asks, "We get to do that again, right?"

You look at Bakugou, who just smirks. "Won't get rid of us that easily."

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touchstarved! iida next pls🙏🙏

nonnie i cannot deny you!! many requests came in for this lil engine, hope you enjoy <3

touchstarved!iida who most certainly doesn’t have a crush on his personal assistant, that would be wildly inappropriate

touchstarved!iida who nevertheless gets turned on by literally everything you do, feels like a pervert when all you’re doing is sipping tea and he’s half-hard

touchstarved!iida who locks the door to his office at lunch with a curt “I’m not to be bothered” just so he can jerk off under his desk and pretend you’re there helping him

touchstarved!iida who drives you home after work so he has an excuse to be closer to you, “You never know who you might encounter late at night” (also wants to get a glimpse of your lace thigh-high when your skirt rides up)

touchstarved!iida who won’t make a move unless he’s 100 percent certain you’re interested

touchstarved!iida who lays you out on his silk sheets and worships your body with his hands and tongue, “gorgeous girl—let me show you how pretty I think you are sweetheart”

yes situationship w katsuki!!!!

Situationship with Bakugo Headcanons

(a.k.a. the slowest slow burn of your life because this man is emotionally constipated but obsessed with you)

Denial, Denial, Denial Bakugo refuses to acknowledge that you two are in a situationship. He’ll scoff and say, "Tch, we’re just close, dumbass," while literally walking you to class, bringing you your favorite snacks, and giving you his hoodie when you complain about the AC.

Acts Like Your Boyfriend, But Won’t Admit It Will glare at any guy who flirts with you. Will put his arm around your chair when someone’s getting too close. But if you call him out on it, he just grumbles.

"You hungry?" Instead of asking you on actual dates, he just texts "You hungry?" and drags you to eat with him. Bonus points if it’s late at night and you’re in sweats—he thinks it’s cute but would rather die than say it.

Touch Starved but in Denial Will casually touch you—a hand on your lower back when guiding you somewhere, knee brushing yours under the desk, a firm grip on your wrist when dragging you along. If you pull away just to tease him, he gets irrationally annoyed.

He’s Always Looking for You He won’t admit it, but his eyes always scan the room for you first. If you’re not in class, he notices. If you’re not at lunch, he’s grumbling under his breath, acting like he doesn’t care.

Gets Jealous but Won’t Say It If someone makes you laugh a little too much, he’ll suddenly get so irritated. Will probably glare at them and then pull you away. Who does that extra even think he is, anyways?

Would Kill for You, But Casually If someone ever disrespects you, he’s already rolling up his sleeves. "I'll blow their ass to America, or you wanna handle it first?"

Sleeps Better When You’re Around If you ever fall asleep next to him, even if it’s just leaning against his shoulder during a movie, he’s so still, afraid to move. And if you ever sleep in his bed? He pretends it’s annoying but sleeps like a baby that night.

He’s Down Bad, But Clueless Kirishima and Kaminari constantly tease him about how obvious his feelings are. He just scowls and says, "Piss off. We’re not dating." But if you so much as look at someone else for too long? He’s about ready to combust.

The Final Straw One day, after months of dancing around each other, you tease him: "What, do you actually like me or something?" expecting his usual 'Tch, in your dreams' response. But instead, he just stares at you, jaw clenched, eyes burning—before grabbing your wrist and muttering, "Yeah. I do. So what?" And that’s when the situationship ends—because now, it’s real.

You don't think you've ever seen Bakugou look so scared. He stands in front of you, eyes wide chest heaving because what the fuck did you just say?

And there you are standing with a soft smile and hands gripping his. Acting as if you hadn't just said 'I love you' in the sweetest voice.

"I-"

You laugh at that eyes shooting to the ground before looking back up.

"It's alright Katsuki. I didn't say it for you to say something back."

"Then why the fuck would you say that?"

"Because I wanted you to know?"

His mouth ran dry. He wanted to say it. Why couldn't he say it? What was so scary about three fucking words.

He swallowed harshly, scarred hand gripping the back of your neck to push your foreheads together. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling back and softly kissing the spot between your eyes.

It was silent. Not a word spoken after but you knew exactly what it meant.

'I love you too.'

Instructions unclear, they’re boyfriends now 🤷🏻‍♀️

Partially Deaf Katsuki Headcanon

When you force him to watch your rom-com shows that he doesn't like, he turns his hearing aids down to the lowest possible setting. It's just loud enough for him to hear you if you say something right next to him, but low enough that everything on the TV sounds like mumbles. He’d much rather focus on cuddling, and you begin to think, "Wow, he must actually be starting to like these movies." But in reality, no—he can’t hear a single thing and definitely hasn’t been paying attention to the plot. He’s just content cuddling and staring off into space while spooning you on the couch. He pretends to watch these movies just to make you happy.

He Goes Through Your Phone

Bakugo x reader

Tags: Mostly fluff and crack with a touch of angst

Comments mean the world to me <33

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Katsuki doesn’t like to admit it, but trust doesn’t come easy to him. He overthinks everything, even when he’s sure he shouldn’t. That’s why you and he agreed on an open phone policy—it gave him a little extra peace of mind. And honestly? You didn’t mind. If scrolling through your phone every now and then made him feel better, then so be it.

Tonight, though, something’s clearly off. He walks into your shared room, already looking more wound up than usual. Without a word, he flops down onto the bed next to you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Brat, can I see your phone?” he asks, his tone clipped.

You scoff, flicking his forehead. “Excuse me?”

He groans and tries again. “Babe, can I see your phone? Please?”

“That’s better,” you say with a smirk, handing it over. He sits up a little, unlocking it with his face—a feature you set up just for him.

Katsuki stretches out on his back, holding the phone above his face. “What weird shit have you been up to lately?” he mutters under his breath, scrolling through your apps.

He starts with your messages. Nothing. Moves to your search history. That’s when you see his face twitch.

“‘Do men get hormonal monthly like girls?’” he reads aloud, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “‘Why is my boyfriend so angry and moody?’” His crimson eyes snap to you, full of accusation. “‘What’s the equivalent to a period for a man?’”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh, but it slips through anyway. “I mean, those are valid questions,” you tease, shrugging.

“Valid, huh?” he grumbles, giving you a sharp side-eye. “You trying to diagnose me or something?”

“I’m just saying,” you say, poking his cheek. “You’re an emotional guy, Katsuki. And by emotional, I mean sassy. And moody.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t press it. It’s clear he’s just messing with you—until he opens your camera roll.

At first, he’s quiet. Too quiet. Then, he freezes, staring at the screen before sitting up again. “What the fuck?”

You glance over, curious. “What’s wrong?”

“Why do you have so many pictures of me sleeping?” he demands, holding the phone up like it’s evidence of a crime.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “Because I’m creepy.”

He stares at you, unimpressed.

“Okay, fine,” you say with a grin, ruffling his blonde hair. “You’re cute when you’re asleep. It’s the only time you’re not yelling or breaking things.”

“Dumbass,” he mutters, turning back to your phone. He keeps scrolling—and then he freezes again.

This time, his reaction is even louder. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

You flinch at the sudden outburst. “What’s what?”

“THIS!” He shoves the phone in your face, pointing to the screen. “Why the hell do you have a whole folder of shirtless anime guys?!”

Oh. That.

You try to stifle a laugh, but his expression is priceless. “Katsu, it’s not that serious!”

“Not that serious?!” he snaps, holding the phone like it’s evidence of betrayal. “Why do you have so many?!”

“They’re just cartoons!” you say, trying to keep a straight face. “It’s not a big deal!”

“Not a big deal?!” he shoves the phone under the pillow, out of your reach. “Okay, how the hell would you feel if I had a whole ass folder of big titty anime Bitches, huh?”

You blink, trying to process the comparison. “That’s—”

“Don’t.” He glares at you like you’ve already proven his point.

“Babe, come on, it’s not—”

“Don’t talk to me right now,” he growls, rolling over to face the wall.

You stare at him for a moment, torn between laughing and apologizing. His ears are red, his posture stiff, and you can tell he’s genuinely bothered—even if it’s ridiculous. You settle for gently poking his side.

“Katsu…”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, his voice muffled.

You sigh. “I get it , okay? I’ll delete the folder.”

You sigh, leaning your forehead against Bakugo’s back as he stubbornly ignores you. “You know you’re being a baby right now, Katsuki.”

“I’m not being a fucking baby,” he snaps, his voice muffled by the pillow.

He suddenly sits up, turning to glare at you with that familiar fiery expression. “My girlfriend is out here looking at other guys on the internet!”

You blink, unimpressed. “Katsuki, they’re literally two-dimensional. They’re not even real people. Jesus, get a grip.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he retorts, crossing his arms. “Am I not attractive to you or something?”

That’s when you lose it. A laugh bubbles out of you, and the sheer ridiculousness of the situation makes it impossible to stop.

His scowl deepens, his crimson eyes narrowing at you. “Oh, wow. You’re laughing. Wow. If the roles were reversed, I’d be six feet under by now.”

You try to rein it in, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself. “Katsu,” you say between giggles, “you are my gorgeous baby boy.”

“I DON’T FEEL GORGEOUS RIGHT NOW!” he shouts, his face turning red as he glares at you.

You burst out laughing again, and his jaw tightens. “Oh, great. You’re really laughing at me now. Just wow.” He flops back onto the bed dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Do you hate my body or something?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, no!” you exclaim, exasperated. “You’re never this insecure, Katsuki. Where the hell is all this coming from?”

He lifts his arm just enough to glare at you. “It’s coming from the fact that my girl is looking at shirtless guys!”

“Shirtless fictional two-dimensional FICTONAL guys,” you correct with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m sooooo fucking sorry,” he says, sitting up again to stare daggers at you. “Let me correct myself. My girlfriend is looking at shirtless drawings of dudes with male anatomy! Cuz that’s soooo different!”

“Exactly!” you quip, but the humor fades a bit when you see the genuine hurt in his eyes.

“Even though,” he continues, his voice rising, “her real, breathing, jacked as hell boyfriend is right here!”

You frown, your heart sinking. His tone may be harsh, but his shoulders are tense, and it’s clear this is more than just him being annoyed.

“Katsu…” you start, but he cuts you off.

“And I haven’t heard a single real apology out of your mouth,” he mutters, rolling back over to lay on his stomach, face down in the bed like he’s done with the conversation.

You sigh, leaning down to rest your chin on his back. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.” You gently run your fingers through his hair, hoping to soothe him. “You’re gorgeous, okay? Like, drop-dead gorgeous. Those guys don’t even exist, but you? You’re real, you’re mine, and no one else even compares.”

His shoulders tense, but he doesn’t say anything. You press a kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re the only one I want, Katsu. Always.”

he mutters, “You better delete that stupid folder.”

You smile. “Already gone.”

You run your fingers gently through Katsuki’s blonde hair, your voice soft as you ask, “Do you still love me?”

He mutters into the mattress, “Not sure.”

“Katsuki…” you say, a little more firmly.

He groans, rolling his head to the side so he can look at you, still sprawled out on his stomach. His crimson eyes narrow slightly, but the hurt is still faintly there. “I guess I still love you... I suppose,” he sighs dramatically. “But just so you know, you’re gonna be on my shit list for the next few weeks.”

You snicker despite yourself, but he keeps going. “And, for the rest of the week, I’m gonna need you to address me as ‘My Lord’ or ‘Dynamite God.’”

“I’m not doing that,” you say flatly, your fingers weaving soothingly through his messy blond hair.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Then I’ll settle for you telling me everything that’s awesome about me.”

You giggle, leaning closer. “Well, for starters, you’re incredibly handsome.”

“Uh-huh,” he says, clearly enjoying this. “And?”

“You’re very powerful, super strong… and everyone else just sucks compared to you.”

“Damn right,” he smirks. “Keep going.”

“You have really pretty eyes,” you say, smiling as you watch his expression soften. “Red’s my favorite color, you know.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hums, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “What else?”

“You make me laugh, you’re sweet—”

He shoots you a sharp look. “Sweet? Sweet? You and I both know that’s a damn lie.”

“Okay, okay,” you concede, laughing. “You’re… very considerate of my feelings.”

“Just like you’re very inconsiderate of mine!” he fires back with a huff.

“Quit it,” you say, moving your hand to rub slow circles on his back. “What about the goods? You wanna hear about your body now?”

“Damn right I do,” he says, turning his head fully to face you, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” you start, dragging it out just to tease him, “I love your hands. I love your voice, your hair, your chest… and your abs.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking smug. “Go on.”

“You’re so yummy,” you say with a little grin, leaning down to kiss the side of his face.

“Yeah, but you still look at shirtless dudes on the internet,” he mutters backhandedly, though the playful tone is there now.

“Come on, Katsuki. Are we still on this?”

“Fine,” he says, rolling onto his side and giving you a pointed look.

“And I love you,” you add softly, leaning closer. “So much.”

He groans like he’s annoyed, but before you can say anything else, he grabs you and pulls you flush against his chest. His arms lock around you in a tight hug that makes you squeal as he buries his face in your neck.

“Oh, and by the way,” he murmurs against your skin, “if I catch you doing that shit again, I’m blowing up your phone.”

You open your mouth to reply, but he silences you with a big, warm kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. When he finally pulls back, he smirks down at you.

“Got it, brat?”

“Got it,” you whisper, smiling.

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Read something about bakugo being a miku fan??? Lol

look at my new nails

bakugo x fem!reader

Inspired by this tiktok video

You just got home from getting your nails done. I fresh new set with a cute heart design set for Valentine's Day. You set your keys and purse down as you lock the front door.

"Babe are you home?" You yell into the silent house, looking for your fiancé.

Bakugo comes around the corner as you head further into the hall, almost colliding into him. "Look at my new nails! Aren't they pretty?" You give him your hand, showing off your manicure.

He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles. "They look gorgeous baby." Bakugo stares into your eyes as you smile at him.

"Yeah and they were totally free!" You exclaim with joy. Your fiancé gives you a confused look, head cutely tilting to the side. "Free?"

"Mhm, Midoriya was texting me when I was getting them done and offered to pay, he even chose the design!" He stared at you in silence before saying, "Midoriya? Izuku... Midoriya? My Izuku?" His stare hardening as the seconds tick on.

"Yes your Midoriya." "YOUR MIDORIYA?!" He shouts, his hand whipping to grab his phone from his back pocket. "No YOUR Midoriya! Babe what are you doing?" You question.

"Im calling Deku and I want to know why he decided to pay for MY fiancé's nails, without even telling me." He exclaims, scrolling to find Midoriya's contact.

You stop him before he could click call. Rushing to grab the phone out of his hands before he could do anything stupid. "No babe it was a prank! He didn't pay for anything, he didnt even talking to me. I swear!" You yell out, hoping his brain wasn't clogged with rage to hear you.

He slowly lowered his phone, squinting his eyes at you as he asked, "If he didn't pay then who did." "I used your card. Check your account." You admit, using the specific card he gave you for your expenses.

He sighed deeply, shaking his head at you as he rubbed his eyes. "You're going to put me in a coma before we even get married." "Yeah but aren't the nails cute, maybe they could be my wedding set." You cheekily said, fanning your fingers in his face.

"Do that and I'll hold off the wedding just so I can redo them myself." He grumbled, walking away to the couch as he mumbled under his breath.

hi hello congrats on 1k!!! can i get a smau w shinso? i don't see super much content of him so maybe smth where he confesses to the reader by accident (like he thinks he's texting someone else) OR. he's trying to (not so) covertly ask you what you like so he can plan a date? or if you don't like either of these pls feel free to do your own thing, you're an amazing writer!! congrats again!!!

drunken love

h.shinso

-in which he gets a little too drunk and messages you on accident

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who thinks tattoos are “so fuckin’ stupid.” Says its a waste of money just to put toxins in your bloodstream.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who rolls his eyes with a huff and mutters a quiet: “Don’t come complainin’ to me when you regret it.” Under his breath after you ramble on about interesting designs you saw online.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, as much as he hates tattoos, has an equal if not vastly greater amount of love for his engagement/wedding band. Deep black obsidian band with a ruby red strip running around the center. He scoffed when you handed it to him after the two of you got engaged, told him you got it made specifically for him and said that it reminded you of his eyes. His huffing and puffing was a poorly disguised attempt at not letting the sentimentality make his heart race. You could tell he loved it by the red tinge on the tips of his ears that matched his band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who gets into a scuffle at work while on patrol. The villain had managed to catch him off guard, and when he lifted his hands to shield himself temporarily they had managed to slice through one of his gauntlets like nothing. The surprise attack was all the leverage they had on him, though. Once he got his bearings it was over in an instant.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who reluctantly is pulled into an ambulance; his left arm and hand cut up badly from the attack. He sat on the stretcher with a bitter look on his face, not caring that his fingers nearly were cut off and were getting stitched up frantically by one of the paramedics, all he cared about was the bent, misshapen ring clenched in his other palm, which had to be cut off of his finger due to the injury.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who denies it vehemently when you ask him if the bad attitude hes had for the past few days is because his ring was ruined, claiming hes “not that sentimental.” but you still see how he keeps the bent piece on his bedside, and how he stays up late at night looking into places he can trust enough to repair it.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, amongst watching various tiktoks of people repairing rings on his fyp, discovers someone tattooing their partners initials on their ring finger in lieu of a wedding band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shows up home just a day after his doctor said his hand was completely healed with fresh ink on his ring finger. Your initials permanently engraved on his skin. His first and only tattoo.

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(Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shrugs, claiming its “safer than having the ring nearly cut my damn finger off,” but still leaps at you when you surprise him with his ring, freshly repaired, on a chain that he can wear under his hero costume.)

((Husband! Katsuki who never removes the chain from around his neck no matter the circumstance, and subtly shows off his tattoo any chance he gets; what could be better than one way to show off that he has the best spouse a man could ask for waiting for him at home? Two!))

Erasermight fake marriage AU!!

Part 1 of yet another comic from me. This one much sillier, though you know I do love to bring the angst.

Next

Thinking abt Todoroki Shouto, and how he isn't as dense as he comes across...

When reading fanfics Shouto is always oblivious and dense, and yes, I wholeheartedly agree with that—

But i feel like Shouto also does it on purpose, you know? Like, one day you're both talking, and he's just soo up close to your face. 'He probably doesn't realize' you rationalize inside your head, but no, he's definitely aware of the affect he has on you. Your reactions are cute, he thinks, cute in the way he can't seem to stop teasing you.

I think he'd pay extra close attention to people that are close to him, people he holds dear, so whenever you stutter, or your mind goes and blank and you think 'Oh, I hope he didn't notice that—' he does.

I think that's why I like the idea that he's actually a little menance, but the worst part is that he gets away with it !!

Whether it's saying something so humbling and out of depth— something that many would take offense to but think, 'well, he didn't really mean it that way— that's just how he is', NOPE!! he definitely meant it that way, but not clarifying anything saves him the trouble so why should he care yk...

Though, he mostly (all the time really) does it with you. Getting up in your personal space, saying things like "When we're on a mission together, I feel like I can handle anything as long as you're the one by my side"— and it flusters you sooo badly, but no, this is Shouto we're talking about, clearly he didn't mean it like that, right? Right? (And the entire time, he's trying to bite down a Cheshire grin)

So, yes, in the earlier years of being a hero he wasn't really great at communication and unaware of social cues— but now, he's practically evil with the way he acts around you.

Sometimes you think you see it; you're going to call him out on his behavior. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing when he held your face in his hands on a hot summer day, pulling you close and saying, "Is this cooling you down?" (No, actually, this was just heating you up)

But whenever you do call him out on it—

"You know, you're not that slick." You say one day, ice cream cone in hand as you walk next to him, bumping him with your hip. Your eyes slide over towards his mismatched ones, gauging his reaction closely. If you were anyone else you would have probably missed the slight quirk of his lip; the uplift of his brows. But you don't, and the grin on your face overtakes most of your features. Maybe today will be the day he finally admits it. Instead he doesn't speak, takes one lick of his mint chocolate ice cream and then he turns to you, a silent question appearing on his face. A taunt.

You let out a humourless breath, cone tight in your hand as you point it in his direction. Accusing him of something both of you know you won't be able to prove, but he knows you know, and you know he knows you know. But, it'd be really great if he could just admit it, because it's almost like a game.

A game between just the two of you.

"Don't try and act blonde now!" You chide, biting on your bottom lip to control the smile that tries to force it's way on your face.

Shouto smiles at your antics, leaning in close to you, and all of a sudden he completely invades your senses. The smell of mint on his lips is so close, and yet so far. He stares deeply into your eyes, and just as you thought you were getting closer to the truth— he brings his thumb up to wipe absent mindlessly at the corner of your mouth. He pulls back, looks you in the eyes, and takes a tentative lick at the frosty flavour on his thumb. With a cat-like tilt to his head, he says, "I'm not blonde?"

But, the worst part is whenever he speaks about you to others, he speaks so fondly of you; like one would do about their partner— but you guys aren't together. Sometimes he does it right in front of your face whenever you guys are at a hero gala. Shouto sees you talking to a new and upcoming, young, pro-hero and he immediately comes to your side. With how close he is, and with the things he says to them, "I can never imagine myself without them by my side." It gives people the idea that you're both, you know, a thing.

Little do you know, he's been playing this 'game' ever since high school, and even though the two of you aren't exclusive— it doesn't mean he can't get in his fun.

Todoroki Shouto is not good for your health.

Sooo since I got asked about the height difference between me and kats by @akashirl, I figured I'd make a post about it

(Also using this as an excuse to draw bakugou again and post more shitty doodles)

So basically:

In real life I'm 5'1 *cries* but whatever, DNA kinda sucks sometimes, it is what it is so I try not to beat myself about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I have this fully realized iida and spollen reader scene in my head. standing in the same room where it happened a month later. it's the first time they've been alone since.

shouto's okay with what happened. he's forgiven you. sex with him is supposed to erase iida's touch but...

You're more dissatisfied with your sex life than ever.

The two of you look at each other.

"How are-"

"Are you-?"

You talk over each other, then pause. You try to miss how he watches your lips when he speaks, with those pretty, deep red eyes you always knew were there.

"You go."

Iida clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. He looks the same as ever, but there's something about him that's changed for you, something that catches in your throat.

"How are you?" he tries. His own voice is wavering.

"Good! Good." You scuff your foot against the tile. "I'm good."

"That's..." he hesitates. "Good."

The air between you has changed. There's tension, weight.

"You?"

"Me? Oh. Better." Iida adjusts his glasses again. "Still a little-"

"Sore?" you interrupt. "Me too."

Your heart is beating hard, not out of fear. You should be afraid of him, how he overpowered you-

"I was going to say embarrassed," he said. "You're sore?"

Sore because of you. Aching because of the way you handled me, the way you fucked me so good-

"Only a little."

Iida sighs. "I'm so incredibly sorry."

"I know. It's okay." You step forward. He smells good. Not as good as he did while you were under, but still good. "You wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the quirk."

Shouto doesn't make you cum. It's not because he doesn't try, you just...

"Of course not," Iida breathes. "I would never..."

The quirk made you cum. Not Iida. It wasn't because of him.

"It was a fluke."

Iida steps forward. The gap between you is barely a desk wide.

He wouldn't be able to make you cum again.

"It'll never happen again," he agrees.

The first breath, you look at each other. The second. his gaze softens, falling down to your lips one last time. The third breath can barely escape before he's on you, lips against your neck, hands tangled in your hair. It's brutal and confusing and intoxicating, like you're affected once again, but you can't help but kiss him back, holding him tighter.

You need to know.

i overheard you - ft. shoto todoroki

synopsis: your best friend hears you masturbating. what's a pro hero to do?

cws: timeskip!shoto, virgin!shoto, soft!sex, like the softest I’ve ever written, honestly sub!shoto, experienced!reader, fem!reader, pet names like sweetheart and angel

A knock sounds at the door. You nearly drop your vibrator in shock, fumbling with the button to shut it off, the noise deafening in the dark of your room.

“y/n?”

Shoto.

Fuck.

“Yeah?” your voice is hoarse. How on earth are you supposed to talk to him when a minute ago you’d been actively picturing his mouth on your pussy?

“Can I come in?”

Heart hammering, you stash the vibrator under the covers, shuck your pajama bottoms back up, and run a hand through your hair. “Sure!”

His two-toned head peeks into the room. “Lights on or off?”

Your whole face is on fire. “Off, if you don’t mind.

He dips his head. Fuck, is he blushing, too?

You wrap your arms around your legs while he pads across the room. He’s not wearing a shirt. The distracting amount of skin on display is messing with your ability to think. A simple pair of boxer briefs sits low on his hips; a trail of hair leads down to an impressive package that makes your mouth dry up at the sight.

You cannot fuck your best friend you cannot fuck your best friend –

The bed dips with his weight. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, staring down at the carpet like he can drill a hole into it.

“Sho?”

His head whips up.

“Sorry,” he says in a brief burst of laughter. “I thought I had an idea of what to say when I came in here and now that I am” - he gestures at the bed – “I have no idea how to say it.”

“It’s just me,” you say, brushing his shoulder with your hand.

“That’s exactly it. It’s you.” Frustration colors his tone and a light bulb goes off in your head. You don’t know what to say to that, but you have a sneaking suspicion where his head is.  

“Did you hear me?” 

Shoto blushes so furiously you can feel the heat pouring off the left side of his body. He nods.

“Did you come in here to do something about it?” 

His mouth falls open before he turns his expression into something closer to determination. It makes you want to kiss him so badly your teeth hurt.  

“That was my original plan, yes.”

Your skin tingles. You drop your arms from your knees and angle yourself closer to him.

“What did you want to say when you first came in here?” 

There’s the softest touch of his finger against your pinky before his hand covers your own. 

“I wanted to ask you if I could help. If you’d let me watch.”

Your heart roars in your chest. You’re surprised Shoto can’t hear it.

“You want to help make me come?”

Shoto swallows, and answers in that level deep voice of his, “Yes.”

“Okay then.”

You pull the vibrator out from beneath the covers, trying not to laugh at Shoto’s obvious expression of dismay.

“Come lay down next to me,” you say, patting the space next to you. He lays down next to you but he’s hovering, holding himself back, so you grab his hand and drape it on your hip. His breath hitches, calloused fingertips brushing against the band of your sleep shorts as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Will you help me take these off?” you whisper into his ear.

Hair brushes your cheek as he nods. His thumb hooks under your shorts and tugs them down your legs quickly. His breath is already shaky.

“What’s your comfort level here? Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing? What I like?

You figure that taking the lead is in the best of both of your interests, and honestly, the idea of telling a pro hero what to do is sending a bolt of arousal through your gut. How much would he like being ordered around?

“Please,” he says, and fuck, you’ve never heard this man so undone. Breathy and tense, Shoto’s eyes drink in your skin like he’s discovering the ocean.  

“I only have the rabbit with me, so I’m going to use the ears on my clit while you watch, okay?”

Another fervent nod, like he doesn’t dare look away. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asks.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” he says, a divot appearing in between his brows. “It already feels so good just lying next to you.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to crack in your chest. 

“Try not to think too much about it too much,” you say, placing a hand on his chest and scooting closer to him. “It feels good for me, too, just being here with you.”

You press a kiss into the hollow of his throat and turn the vibrator on, holding it to your clit. He can feel your breath catch on his skin. His hand grips down on your hip, hard, his own rutting against your side.

“Talk to me. Tell me what you like to see.”

“Fuck, okay.” He expels a breath, and it’s already hotter than anything that’s ever happened to you because it’s Shoto swearing in your ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m a little overwhelmed. You look… I can’t even describe how beautiful you look.”

“That’s all right.” His words wash over you, turning your insides to jelly. You turn the vibrator’s intensity up one. “You’re already on the right track.”

“I am?” 

“Mm-hmm. You’re already making me feel good, Sho. Believe in that. Talk to me.”

The combination of praise and command seems to jolt him into action. 

“I like seeing you like this,” he starts, voice a little shy. He kisses your forehead, moves his hands along the soft skin of your hips. “I like hearing the noises you make, the soft little gasps when you touch yourself.”

It was tame for dirty talk, but you feel each word like a thunderbolt. 

“What else, baby?”

His breath hitches again.

Oh, he likes that. 

“I want to be the reason you’re making those sounds. I want my fingers inside you when you come.”

You shudder, the vibration against your clit drawing you closer to that dark, deep kind of orgasm you only have when you’re turned on beyond reason. You guide his hand to the inside of your thigh, the slight friction of his callused skin on yours making you whine.

He props himself up on one elbow and peers down at you. His brow is furrowed, concentration set clearly on his face. You cup his cheek and kiss him before you think to stop yourself. Here his confidence kicks up, even when the kiss gets messy, your tongue against his teeth.

His thumb sweeps over your clit. You jump at the sensation and also at the strength of your reaction. You were already keyed up from earlier and having Shoto next to you has only amplified how fucking horny you are. He’s watching you with such intensity, such obvious need. 

A finger nudges your entrance. 

“I can touch you here?”

You can barely nod.

“Thank fuck,” he says, and rearranges you both so he’s kneeling in front of you, spreading your knees open and sliding two fingers inside of you.

“Sorry. I wanted to look.”

It’s so Shoto, and it’s so hot that you whimper and buck your hips up to meet him.

“Looking is a critical part of learning.” Is that your voice? You sound like you just finished a marathon. 

Shoto huffs a soft laugh, eyes trained on your pussy. When your eyes meet, he leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You’re so soft here, sweetheart,” he says, fingers moving in and out. The pet name feels so warm on your skin you almost want to cry. 

“More, Sho, please.” 

He adds a third finger, the stretch making you moan.

“Are you this wet for me?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, his thumb circling and pressing down on your clit over and over. “I can feel you around my fingers, angel. You’re squeezing me so tight.” His voice breaks. You’re spinning inside of yourself, everything narrowing to the thrum of your clit, that burst of sensation every time Shoto’s thumb rubs against you.

“Yes yes, exactly like that, please don’t stop touching me,” you chant, hardly recognizing your voice.

“Do you want the vibrator back? Is this—will this be enough?”

It normally wouldn’t be, but you’re literally fighting to keep yourself from coming as it is.

“Will you lay down, Sho?”

Uncertainty crosses his face briefly but he complies, lying down next to you like he had at the start. You hardly give him time to settle before you’re straddling him, pressing your soaking wet pussy against his cock. Shoto chokes on a whimper, hand pressed against his mouth.

“Don’t you dare not make noise for me,” you hear yourself say. All you can think about is the ridge of his dick in between the folds of your pussy, how much you can’t wait to have all of that inside of you. “I want us to come apart together, okay?” 

His hands are tight on your hips, grinding you down. 

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he pants. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking come, I don’t know much longer I can last.”

Your pussy makes obscene squelching noises as you slide, up and down, over and over, on his dick.  “Stay with me, just a few more seconds. Come on, fall apart with me. Fucking fall apart with me like a good boy, okay?”

You’re right—the pet name seems to detonate Shoto’s last shred of control. He growls against your throat, thrusting up into you, the ridge of his cock rocking perfectly against your clit until you’re falling, flying over the edge. Shoto’s name falls from your lips in a chant; your own name echoing in the space between you as he comes in his briefs.

In the afterglow of your orgasm, you lay on top of him listening to the thunderous beat of his heart. Touching him feels sacred, divine. Is this what people feel when they love someone? 

“y/n?” Shoto’s voice is breathless. He sounds awestruck. 

“Yeah?” You prop up on his chest to look at him. His eyes are closed, a smile creasing the corners. The need to kiss him is like a physical tug in your stomach. 

“That was amazing.” He opens his eyes and smiles widely. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re amazing.”

“You were pretty good yourself, you know.”

(watch me fuck around and write a part two)