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sinfulpanda16 · 4 months

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Someone Better?

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem reader

"There's someone else I like."

Those words kept playing back in his head over and over again. Kirishima had asked you out earlier, you didn't tell him, but he found through Kaminari. Why the hell did you reject him? Kirishima? That man has everything the looks, the strength, the personality, you two would look so good and perfect together it pissed Shinsou off.

He was walking you home like usual but he couldn't stop thinking about what Kaminari had told him. He was looking down at the ground when he spoke up "Hey, so I found out that Kirishima asked you out." he says and then turned to look at you.

You're taken aback a bit by him, how did he know? Kaminari was there when Kiri shot his shot so he probably told Shinsou you figured. You relaxed a bit and giggled. "Oh yeah he did" you replied a bit shy after remembering that moment.

He fucking caught that. The little blush growing on your face, probably at the thought of Kirishima. Oh no. Did that mean...no. He mustered up the courage and asked "So, how'd it go? Did you say yes?"

You laughed softly. "Oh no. I rejected him."

"No? Wait why?" he asked. He was relieved of course but at the same time a bit shocked. A lot of people would love to be with someone like Kirishima.

You turned away and looked at the ground "There's someone else I like." you smile softly and continue "Someone I really like and I want to be with him."

Its quiet for a bit, you turned to look back at him. Shinsou was already looking into your eyes. He gave you a small smile, you returned his smile and he tells you "I'm happy for you Y/N".

Shinsou grunts as he finishes his last set on the bench press. With one last grunt he pushes the barbell up and he's done. He sits up all sweaty and panting. Damn his workout was so good, letting out his jealousy. He smiles to himself "Fuck Y/N. You know how to get me fired up."

He gets up and heads for a shower. He let's the water run in his hair.

"I'm happy for you Y/N."

He runs his finger through his damp hair. No the hell he's not. The thought of you being with someone else makes his chest ache. He wants you to be happy yes but...not with someone else. He wishes you could be happy with him.

That night he layed in bed looking up at the ceiling.

"There's someone else I like. Someone I really like and I want to be with him."

Him. If not Kirishima who? Who the he'll could that guy be? Is he better than Kirishima? He grabs grips of his hair in frustration. There's someone better. Shinsou has always been insecure about his looks, he knows he's not a lady's man, his quirk, with everyone having told him its makes for a good villain not a hero, his strength, he wasn't automatically placed in Class 1-A or 1-B and everything in general. You mean to say that's there's someone who can top all that better than Kirishima? Needless to say, Shinsou fell asleep after a few tears of jealousy and insecurity.

The next day after-school you and him were at the nature park. School has been a bit heavy on yall so you decided some time outside would be relaxing. Shinsou was following behind you, smiling like an idiot watching your cute self lead him to a 'pretty place'. You turn around "You like cute things right, Shinsou?" you ask him.

Yeah. You, Shinsou said in his mind. "Well, I don't mind them." He said chuckling at your question.

A bit more walking later and you both arrived at a flower field. "Tada! Here we are!" you announced excitedly. It was beautiful, the endless sea of flowers. Shinsou stared out into it "Wow. This is pretty Y/N." he said and turned to you smiling. You returned his smile and for a moment it was just you and him, in front of the giant flower field. His purple eyes looking back at your (e/c) eyes, they're so pretty. Everything about you is beautiful, your eyes, your smile, your aura, even your interests were beautiful. Like the flower field you brought him to.

Shinsou blushes and turns away abruptly his eyes landing on a tree. Shinsou smiles, "Hey let's climb that tree. We'd get a better view of the flowers from up there." he says hoping you'd want to.

You bright up "Yes lets! But make sure to catch me in case I fall." you order playfully.

Shinsou chuckles "I'll be right your side don't worry." he reassures you. Smiling softly as you head towards the tree.

You go to climb the tree being careful to not slip. Shinsou was below also making sure you were careful. When you were seated on a branch he starts climbing the tree and sits right next you. The both of you smile looking out into the landscape. "This is nice. Right Shinsou?" you say not looking away from the sunset setting behind the flowers.

Shinsou responds softly "Yeah. I could do this with you over and over again." You blush at his words, you could do this over and over with him too. He was looking at you and he saw you blushing. He did that?

Shinsou takes a deep breath making you turn to him. "Y/N" he says firmly and goes to hold both your hands. You're shocked by his actions but don't pull away. He begins to speak again "You're the only person that has made me feel things no one else has ever made me feel. You make me feel like I'm this strong, well-respected and remarkable man...but... you also make me feel like I'm this weak, undeserving, invalid man. You drive me nuts." What is he saying? You make him feel sad? "This must be what falling in love feels like. Because regardless of the insecurities you bring me back to, I still want to be with you, and I want to only be with you. I want to go far and beyond to work on myself so I can be the best man for you. Y/N..." he brings your right hand closer to his face and places your knuckles on his lips "I love you." he says gently and leaves his lips on your knuckles closing his eyes.

You're shocked "Shinsou." you say softly. He opens his eyes looking right at your beautiful ones. He pulls your hand away "I know there's someone else. Someone else better than me for you, and I have no right to get in between you two but...If you give a chance, I promise to go to the depths of the earth for you. I promise you won't regret it." he says emotionally.

You hold his cheek smiling softly at him and go in for a kiss. Shinsou is taken aback but doesn't pull away. He kisses you back your lips taste so sweet and unconsciously he wraps his arms around your waist.

After a moment you pull away and smile at him. "Shinsou, you're the one I want to be with. I love you too." you say making him forget the insecurities he had earlier, making the happiest man on earth.

"Thank you, Y/N" he replies going in for another to which you happily return.

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rdkennith · 4 months

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nottspocket · 11 months

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If you do Shinsou for MerMay? I would be super jazzed

The boy, using his siren voice extremely practically

#nottsketches #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #I think this is my first time drawing him lol #mermay

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angelshimaa · 5 months

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thinking about shinso who finds himself in love with you so suddenly. gn!reader, established relationship (hinted at it being new-ish)

one would assume someone like him would take his time easing into falling in love— he seemed like the type to take the stairs instead, taking care to dip his toes into it before he fully commits to the dive. hell, he thought so too.

then again, he never really could be sure about the way his heart worked when it came to you.

your head rests against his shoulder as lazy conversation drifts through his bedroom. you try to hang onto every single word you exchange, but you can't help how your eyelids droop so heavily, as if carrying the weight of the world.

it doesn't help just how comfortable his bed is.

“y/n? are you listening?” his voice sounds like liquid gold, so attractive in how effortlessly smooth it is. you force your eyes open, humming as if you were listening.

shinso's head is turned to look down at you and it's then that he notices just how tired you are. it's been a long day and he'd missed talking to you and hearing the sound of your voice, but he hadn't realised just how heavy the exhaustion weighed on you.

“why didn't you say you were tired, hm?”

your yawn is wide and long— so very cute to him— and you blink slowly up at him. “‘missed you, ‘toshi. i wanted to hear all you had to say— sleep can wait a bit.” your words are slightly slurred, but there's something about them that makes him feel so touched.

“well, clearly it can't.” his grin is lazy, and your lips do their best to pull back in an equally lazy smile. even with the heavy lidding of your eyes, you look at him in a way that still has him jittery— the kind of jittery that threatens to jump out of his chest and sing like every love story does.

“no no no no no, it can. keep talkin’, pretty boy— i’m listenin’.” the ‘pretty boy’ has the jitters coming in stronger, and he laughs— the light sort of laugh that suits soft moments like this.

“the ‘pretty boy’ will talk again tomorrow— now, let's sleep.” you don't have it in you to protest— nor do you want to, with the way your body feels ready to collapse.

it doesn't take very long for the two of you to settle comfortably under the sheets, and shinso just can't take his eyes off of you. with heavy eyelids and slurred words, you seem drunk off something and it amuses him.

the two of you face each other, and the purple of his eyes is almost hypnotising in how it traces over you. framed by deep eyebags, you don't think you've seen prettier eyes in all your life.

“g'night, ‘toshi. pretty pretty ‘toshi with the pretty eyes,” you giggle a little at your words, and the way you gaze at him has his heart thumping in a heavier manner than he's used to.

“sleep well, babe,” is all he can muster— his mind is too preoccupied with the beauty of you to say anything else. dear lord, you make him so very nervous.

shinso stays awake while you give way to sleep, trying to understand the strangeness in his heartbeat, the wonder swimming in his veins and the content pooling into his stomach. he's never called it what it is before— but tonight has made him aware that he just might start doing exactly that.

there wasn't anything better to call it, anyway— ‘love’ has never fitted a singular person so well before.

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 2 months

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AAAA are you planning on continuing the "How They Kiss" series? If so could you please do my sweet baby Hitoshi next? :cccc

Ooooo yessss - I've been wanting to write some Hitoshi fic for a while!! 💜

Shinsou x Reader | Headcannon: How Hitoshi Shinsou Kisses 💋

The first time Hitoshi kisses you – you totally don’t see it coming. It happens in the library on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Hitoshi is sitting in your favorite spot of the city's library – a cozy corner hidden from view behind the oversized art book section. He’s dragged two large beanbag chairs into the tiny space, waiting for you to join him as he studies for an upcoming Pro hero rescue certification exam. He’s flipping through flashcards when you arrive bearing a purple travel mug filled with his favorite caffeinated beverage. You know your friend is a chronic insomniac – with his permanently baggy eyes and constant yawns - so you decided to get him a refillable mug so he can keep his coffee close throughout exam week. You’ve stuck a cute sticker of a black cat with big eyes to the side of the mug, knowing his TikTok algorithm is almost exclusively cat videos.

“’Toshiiiiii!” You warble quietly as you drop your school bag next to your beanbag chair. “I brought you a ‘lil treat for studying so hard!”

Hitoshi looks up in surprise, his forehead still wrinkled in concentration. He puts down his flash cards and when he realizes it’s you standing over him, he smiles easily. Things have always been like this between the two of you – soft and comfortable.

“You brought me something?” He instantly locks on to the steaming mug of coffee, his eyes crinkling into a smile when he sees the cat sticker. “Is that the cat from Kiki’s Delivery Service?”

“Yup!” you hand him the cup as you plop down into your chair and start shuffling through your bag for your notes. “You told me it was your favorite movie as a kid, so I found a little sticker of Gigi on Etsy.”

After a few moments of digging through your bag, you finally find the sheaf of notes you’re looking for and you yank them out – sheets of paper flying all around you. “Whoops!” You hastily gather the papers back into a neat stack.

When you finally look up, you meet Hitoshi’s eyes – he’s giving you an intense, searching look. His eyes are wide, and there’s a soft pink blush across the high points of his cheeks. He absentmindedly smooths a hand through his wild hair, seemingly lost for words.

“What?” You say, a little startled at the sudden tense atmosphere. “Everything okay? Is that not your preferred flavor of coffee?”

“Of course you remembered my favorite flavor.” His voice a quiet rumble and seems to catch in his throat.

You swallow, suddenly feeling hot around the collar as he continues to gaze at you through those bright violet eyes. You can see him biting back his next sentence, seemingly steeling himself to say something.

After a few moments, he takes a steadying breath and his eyes sparkle with a look of resolve. Hitoshi softly places the hot mug of coffee on the ground before leaning towards you. Instantly, he’s a breath away from your face – his delicate features magnified as he tilts his face towards yours.

“You’re just so…” He whispers, moving to brush his thumb against your cheek. Your skin feels like it’s blooming with tiger lilies at the contact. “…sweet.” His tired eyes flutter shut and he leans into you – guiding your lips to his.

The first kiss is feather light – tentative. He wants to make sure you want him back – he needs you to want him with the same deep intensity he’s been feeling in his gut for you for so long. His lips are impossibly soft and taste like a light berry lip balm, and you find the flavor absolutely delicious. When you respond eagerly he smiles into the kiss, blissful. How lucky is he to get to kiss your pretty face?

Hitoshi climbs into the beanbag chair with you deftly, moving his hands to cradle your face. He moves his mouth against yours slowly, purposefully – almost lazily. It’s such a Shinsou way of kissing that it makes you giggle.

“Hey, now.” He breaks the kiss, bringing his forehead to yours as he takes a shaky breath. “Is my kissing that bad?” He’s smiling, but you can tell he’s the tiniest bit nervous for your answer.

You lean in to kiss him again and he pulls back, his lips just out of reach – teasing.

“Your technique can use some refining. But I know someone who can help you practice.” You grin, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him back in for more. He loves that – the banter, the ways you are able to both make him feel comfortable and keep him on his toes. He deepens the kiss, and you know it will be a while before you get back to studying. His flash cards lay abandoned on the floor by your stack of notes.

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After that, he’s hooked on you. Any trace of nervousness is nonexistent. In just one afternoon, Hitoshi Shinsou has become a lean, mean, make out machine. He absolutely cannot be stopped. He kisses you everywhere he can – in the library, in dark corners of your favorite bar, at the convenience store. He’s constantly trying to sneak away with you so he can crash your lips together in that way that makes his brain feel all blissed out and fuzzy.

I think we’ve all seen just how much determination Hitoshi has – it takes a lot of unwavering dedication to claim a spot in the hero course. He’s just as determined to figure out how you like to be kissed. He pays attention to what makes your pulse race – maybe he kissed your neck a certain way and you moaned? He’s filing that away in his brain so he can do it again and again and again. You don’t like it when he bites your lower lip? He takes note and never does it that way again. He’s committed to figuring out exactly what makes you tick and how he can maximize your pleasure every time. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have the affections of someone like you – someone so sweet and gorgeous and goddamn perfect.

Of course, once he realizes you find him irresistible – he’s smug AF. He becomes such a goddamn tease. You’ll get a rare private moment and move in to kiss him, only for him to dodge your advances until your lips form a disappointed pout. He absolutely revels in how much you want him and loves to build up the tension between the two of you. He’ll kiss you playfully on the cheeks before your disappointed look causes him to concede. “Sorry, Sweetheart.” He says in his low, gravely whisper. “You know I love to tease.” And then he’ll kiss you with as much passion as he can muster, until your legs turn to jello. After all – it’s not in a hero’s nature to do anything half-assed.

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fluff-n-cookies · 8 months

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mrrps n chirps

Shinsou and Aizawa with a child with a Cat quirk owns my heart.

For example, imagine the reader is Just a lil' baby and whenever they need her attention, they Just call out her name, and in return. she, on instinct, will mrrp in response and whips her head around to see what happened an hopefully get/earn some head Pats. (like a cat!)

unless you're shinsou Since HE has been ABUSING his Mrrp powers.

he will Just randomly Call out your name to annoy you and now, you Just ignore him.

and now, he could be PLEADING for help as he is eaten by feral dogs but you won't budge. if anything you'll attempt to play with the dogs as he is eaten.

AND IT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE WITH AIZAWA.

Conversations with aizawa go something like it is:

Aizawa:"(y/n), baby, honey, have you Seen Shinsou?"

baby (y/n): "mrrp."

Aizawa : "oh, I did not Know that!"

baby (y/n) : "mrrrp"

Aizawa: "well okay, it's been nice talking to you but I need to go find your brother BUT I WILL tuck you in tonight K? K.''

and when your excited and do that Iil' chirp IT'S OVER THEIR HEARTS ARE MELTING oh would you look at that it's now a puddle.

and they do anything for it!

plushies? done. Snacks? done. ALL the CUDDLES in the WORLD?!?! DONE. Just please chirp, they are addicted to it like it's the worlds strongest drug!

and if you ever cuddle up to them while they are grading or studying and start purring it's practically a dream come true! that's it. this is their life now.

Because everything is right now, all is good in the world and there is no-where else they'd rather be. maybe that's because they can finally relax now, Knowing you, their top priority, is safe in their arms, purring.

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stardust-sprinkler · 1 year

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Calling Shinsou by His Pro-Hero Name in Bed:

The first time you say it, he’s got you on your back on the desk in his office, his pants barely undone and your panties pulled to the side. His rhythm falters, his hips still as his perpetually sleepy eyes widen substantially.

It had never even crossed his mind, but suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped—now it’s all he wants to hear from your sex-drunk lips.

He quickly realizes that you haven’t even registered saying it. Your eyes are hazy, a few tears trickling and smudging some of your eyeliner. Shallow breaths accompany needy whimpers as you try to roll your hips, frustrated beyond belief that he’s not moving. You practically sob out, “‘shi, why’d’ya stop?”

Christ, you look so beautiful, fucked-out and desperate for him.

He immediately resumes fucking you, but this time—he’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs tightly enough to dig his nails into the supple flesh, and thrusting into you like it’s all he was made to do. His new pace speeds up past its predecessor, and he’s snarling out demands in a way he never has before.

“Say it again, princess…”

“Hi-hito..shi—”

Your broken attempts are cut off when a cry is torn from your throat. One of his hands had cracked against your ass hard enough to make you clench suddenly around him. His head tips back for a moment, a string of curse words being tossed towards the ceiling.

Then his gaze is locked on you once more, eyes heavily lidded, but somehow still blazing hot. “Nope. Try again, slut. And if you say Shinsou, I’m gonna turn your ass red.”

You let out a frantic mewl, wracking your addled brain for what else you could’ve called him… Something finally beckons to you.

“P-please, Mindjack — fuck me! Ha-arder, please!”

His eyes slam shut and he grits his teeth harshly, fighting to strengthen the tenuous grip he has on his sanity as he keeps his pace. You suddenly feel a hand squeezing the sides of your throat.

“What a smart little kitten… such a pretty slut for your hero, hm? Say it again.”

You obey eagerly, repetition your only focus, and he rewards you with a finger circling your clit. You scream yourself hoarse, sure anyone else working late hours could hear you, floors away. His nom de guerre is the only thing you can recall—everything else has drifted leagues away while he fucks you brainless.

This man doesn’t need his quirk to have complete control of you.

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slayfics · 3 months

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

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remiruen · 6 days

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"i like you, shinso. honestly! we're so similar."

". . . disagree."

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nekoo3001 · 24 days

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Training

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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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It had started as a joke.

I have a few characters in mind, but I'm curious about who you think fits.

MDNI 18+

Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated as always 🖤

CW/TW: SOMNOPHILIA! Dear god, please pay attention to that first one. There is explicit consent prior. Oral (m. & f. receiving).

It had started as a joke.

A simple conversation had sitting amongst friends, laughing too loudly after dinner and drink that lingered, hanging in the shadows of his memory.

You were leaning up against your boyfriend, your mind more than a little fuzzy from the number of drinks you had. Your boyfriend’s arm rested on the back of the booth you sat on, but his fingers teased up and down the side of your neck onto your shoulder. You could feel his smirk as he pressed a kiss to your temple before sipping heavily from his own drink.

“But, no — guys, no. I’ve gotta,” one of your friends was cut off by the amount of laughter filling the room, “So, she asked me if I would fuck her while she was asleep. And I panicked! Is that a thing girls like?” Your friend's eyes widened as he looked around the group, settling on you and your boyfriend. You both shrugged.

“If she asked you, and it was consent, I would assume she likes it.” You laughed.

Your best friend nodded, “It’s hot.”

You hummed an agreement.

That was all it took. A simple hum of acknowledgment that you thought someone taking advantage of you in your sleep was a turn-on. After that night, how many hours had he spent hard as a rock thinking about pushing himself between your thighs while you slept? He thought about what it would feel like to sink the leaking tip of his cock between your lips while you were on your back, spread out for him without even knowing. He’d fucked his own fist too many times to count at the image, coming hard enough each time that his knees would give out.

He wanted it.

He wanted to experience knowing you were so at ease being around him that the thought of him fucking you while you were asleep was okay. That you’d be willing to let him use your body like that. He leaned his head back and groaned loudly. He was painfully hard again, and you wouldn’t be home for another few hours.

You could tell your boyfriend wanted to talk to you about something. Since you got home, you kept catching him staring at you, looking away before you could ask what he needed. When you finally got him to sit on the couch with you to watch a movie you both wanted to see, the whole couch shook from how hard he was bouncing his leg.

The TV clicking off snapped his attention to you. “I was watching that.”

“No, you weren’t,” you answered, facing him. “What’s going on, baby? You’ve been distracted since I got home.”

A blush quickly bloomed across his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears. You sucked in a deep breath when he finally looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was low as he crawled over you, forcing your back onto the couch. He dipped his head, snaking his tongue up the side of your neck. Your head was spinning. One second, you were watching a movie. The next, you were pinned under your very hard boyfriend with no heads up.

“Uh,” you tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access. “Yeah, yes. What do you need?”

“‘Member the other night at dinner?” His voice was muffled against the skin of your neck.

“We have a lot of dinners, handsome.” Your hands slowly explored his body, hooking into the loops of his jeans, pulling his hips forward to rut against yours, creating a delicious friction against your rapidly wetting cunt over your thin pajama shorts.

He pulled one of your legs up and wrapped it around his waist. “When we were out, and we got to talking about fucking your girl while she’s asleep.”

You paused for a second, the fuzzy conversation and memories slowly coming back to you. The way you had been woken up a few times since that night with your boyfriend just looking at you, not in a weird way, but just more than normal. How you kept feeling his fingers against your thighs when you were on the precipice of awake and sleep.

He watched your eyes widen when you put two and two together, realizing his direction in this conversation. Your body was jostled as he sat back on the couch, pulling you into his lap.

“We don’t—” he started, but you quickly stopped him with a hand over his mouth. A hint of confusion and embarrassment filtered into his honeyed eyes.

“Do you want to try that?” You always told your boyfriend you’d be willing to try most things once, and you’d be lying if you said the thought of waking up full of his cock wasn’t something you’d considered.

He nodded slowly, kissing your fingers.

“I need you to explain to me then, baby.” You felt his cock twitch under you at your words. “Want you to tell me while I suck your cock.”

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes trailed you while you climbed off his lap and sank to the ground between his legs. You raised an eyebrow, popping open the button on his jeans, rubbing a hand over his inner thigh.

“Well?” He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his jeans and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. He sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth at the first touch of the cool air. His tip was red, a bead of precum glistening, waiting to be licked. Your hand slid up to gently cup his balls, rolling them between your fingers. His cock bobbed as his lower abdomen flexed.

“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re gonna make me cum already,” he groaned.

Your movements halted, and he whined, biting down hard on his fist.

“You’re so needy,” you teased.

His hips bucked into the air, seeking any kind of friction. The vein on the underside of his cock was pulsing, the rhythm of his heart fast and unrelenting.

“Yeah, 'cause I’ve been sittin’ here for days thinkin’ ‘bout sticking my fat cock down your throat while you're asleep. Spreading my pre all over your lips. You try dealin’ with that shit.” He moaned your name loudly as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue teasing at his slit.

Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, letting your spit fall through your lips and down his cock before squeezing him tightly with your hand, stroking him from tip to base. You hummed, encouraging him to keep going.

“I lay down next to you at night just staring at your perfect ass,” his fingers tangled in your hair and gripped at the roots, forcing you down onto his cock. “I just wanna spread your thighs apart and work my cock into you, watching your face to see if you’re gonna wake up.”

You took him further into your mouth with each stroke. Your tongue swirled a circle around his tip each time you retreated. His hips slowly began to buck into your mouth, matching your pace and moving you further down on his cock until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair at his pelvis.

“I wanna see you wake up screaming my name on my cock as you cum. Fu-fuck,” he stuttered. His hands tightened in your hair, and you looked up at him through your lashes, moaning as he held your head still and bucked into your hot mouth, taking control of your movements. You gagged around him slightly, and his eyes flared.

It was already too much for him. The image of your sleeping figure taking his cock so well. You on your knees in front of him, indulging his little fantasy. His mouth was open, gasping for breath as he fucked your mouth. Your hands traveled down, one cupping his balls again, rolling them between your fingers perfectly as the other disappeared, and you dragged a finger across his perineurium, causing his body to hips to stutter again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, “gon’ cum in your mouth. Want you to swallow and show me, ya?”

You moaned in agreement, and he swore loudly as he pushed your head down once more and held you there while spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down your throat. His ears rang as he held you there, head thrown back and eyes closed, trying to bring himself back to earth.

A small tap at his thigh had him releasing your hair quickly, and you gasped down a breath, a smirk gracing your perfect fucking mouth.

“Lemme see, baby,” he said weakly, “Fucking Christ.” He threw an arm over his eyes when you stuck your tongue out, and all his cum was gone. You were fucking perfect.

“You have my consent to fuck me while I’m asleep, handsome.”

He could have come again just at your words.

Which is how he wound up here, weeks later, cock buried to the hilt in your soaked pussy, doing everything he could do to keep from waking you up. Your pussy was sucking him in, refusing to let him go as if even in your sleep, you knew that he was going to pump you full. You had been so spread out for him when he came home late from work, a blanket barely flung over your body, wearing one of his shirts and no panties.

His mind thought of nothing but your sweet cunt at that moment. He could only think of how you tasted as he dipped his tongue in and out of your glistening hole, prepping you to take his thick cock.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room as his balls slapped against your ass with every thrust. His pelvis added the perfect amount of pressure that even your sleeping form sought him out, sucking him back in every time he pulled out.

He muffled his moans with your tit in his mouth, sucking your nipple into a taught peak as his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm more than once. He kept having to shove his cock back into your hole, too caught up in the way your body felt under him, so pliant and welcoming, to keep himself straight. He didn't understand how you were still asleep.

The soft mewls and moans that escaped your lips urged him on, and he watched your face as it scrunched up and your walls began to flutter around him. Your hand grabbed his forearm as you slowly woke up, realizing that the pleasure being wrung from your body wasn’t just in a dream.

“G’mornin baby,” your boyfriend whispered before slamming his hips into yours, unable to keep himself at his leisure pace any longer.

You moaned as he rubbed at your clit, snapping the cord in your belly that had been growing while you slept, and you came on his cock, your pleasure leaking from your body as you did. All it took was a few sloppy thrusts for him to empty himself deep inside you. He pushed his lips against yours, and you hummed into the kiss.

“Good morning to you too."

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x HAWKS, Aizawa, Shinso, Bakugou, Grimmjow, Hanma, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Mikey, Kakashi.

A/N: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but the ending kept fist-fighting me. Oh well, here ya go!

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berryafternoonn · 1 year

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#shinkami #bnha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #denki kaminari #mha denki #mha #denki fanart #mha kaminari #bnha kaminari #kaminaridenki

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angelshimaa · 4 months

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@flying-lamb :: I would like to request shinso with prompt 8 from the under the mistletoe prompt list. congrats on your milestone! <3 thank you so much <3

a/n :: hi darling !! thank you so much for entering (and i loved the details you sent in omg !) and i hope this makes you smile :) gn!reader, a little awkward at the beginning, fluff

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you've never regretted where you've stood so deeply before.

then again, it wasn't really your fault. kaminari and ashido had gone overboard with the mistletoe placings— their way of bringing romance into the holiday spirit— and it was inevitable that someone would find themselves under some with another person.

it just had to be you and him, didn't it?

you and shinso are looking at each other, nervousness rising in your chest at your sudden predicament. it's not that you don't want to kiss him— heavens know how badly you've been wanting it— but not like this.

not when the eyes of your friends burn into the two of you like lasers (thanks to kaminari pointing the two of you out), making this feel more nerve-wracking than it needed to be.

“do you want to?” shinso’s voice is lowered, ensuring that only you can hear him. he’s known you long enough to understand the nerves you have based on how you look at him. “you can say no.”

you utter your consent so nobody else can hear, your posture as rigid as a deer caught in headlights. shinso doesn't like the abruptness of this, the nerves bubbling in his stomach or the intensity of everyone watching, but he can't deny he's wanted to kiss you for so long.

the two of you don't even manage that— your noses bump into each other and the embarrassment shoots through you at the speed of light. it's hard to even look at him properly, settling to lower your eyes to the ground, imagining it opening up to swallow you whole.

shinso tells kaminari there's nothing to be seen here, indirectly informing your audience too. thankfully, it comes off casual, not sounding as awkward as your almost kiss felt to you.

when everyone focuses on whatever they had their eyes on before, you recover as best as you can, trying to force your embarrassment to the back of your mind. you're thankful shinso doesn't make a big deal out of it, and you find that you manage to recover quick enough to enjoy the rest of the party.

— ✧ —

“you make some good coffee,” shinso holds onto his cup, his fingers curling around it so as to absorb as much heat as possible. it's really not needed; your home is the perfect toasty protection from the crisp cold you endured on the walk here from the party. “can’t believe you'd hide that from me.”

you take a sip of your own beverage and grin against your cup. “maybe you should come by more often then, you addict.” nobody drank coffee quite like shinso. you've watched him inhale it like oxygen he's been deprived of— it disappears like he’s performing a magic trick.

“don’t tempt me, i just might.” his lazy grin spreads across his face and oh does it look so good on him. you think it's rather unfair how well he pulls off his eyebags and messy hair— he's not even trying.

“i’m counting on it.”

the silence swells and you trail back to the awkwardness that took place a few hours ago; you want to kick yourself for not tilting your head the other way. had you done exactly that, you'd be a kissed person now— kissed by the guy you've been crushing on for a while.

“listen, y/n—” he clears his throat, setting his coffee down onto the table. “i feel like i should apologise for... earlier. i didn't mean to make it all awkward.”

you laugh lightly, setting your own cup to direct all your attention onto him. you lock eyes with him, realising that actually, you'd give him your attention anytime he asked.

“no need to apologise, hitoshi. if anything, i wasn't really... present much. i was a little frozen in place— so many eyes can do that to a person.”

a beat passes and all you do is look at each other while shinso thinks of what to say next.

“so, it wasn't that you didn't want me to kiss you?” he's found his next sentence and it tumbles out of him with ease. his eyes look alluring, inviting even, and you can never get over the feeling they settle into you. you haven't called it by it’s name aloud, but you don't need to.

“hmm,” you pretend to think about it, tapping your finger against your chin. “i don't think so, no.” you hope this is going in the direction you think it is, that he's picking up whatever hint you think you're dropping.

“so, would i be right in guessing that you’d like to try again?” it's a carefully chosen suggestion, uttered with a lower, slightly hesitant voice. shinso feels as though he might be pressing, but surely if he was and if you minded, you'd let him know.

“maybe if you ask nicely.” the way your slow grin spreads across your lips after your words has his eyes widening slightly, erasing any worries he had previously. you want him to want you. you want him to ask for you.

“making me work for it, hm?” shinso returns your grin with that lazy one that sends you loopy whenever you find yourself thinking about it. taking your bait and running with it, he leans in closer to you. “alright.”

you've never seen a lovelier colour than the purple of his irises. “could i try to kiss you again, beautiful?” those eyes, framed by his eyebags, could melt anything they land on, and you were currently their main focus. he's hooked on the way everything else seems to slow around him, hooked on that gentle smile of yours.

“i don't see why not.”

it's all shinso needs before he comes in even closer, breathing in slightly before pressing his lips against yours. you instantly melt into the feel of him, trying to focus on the rhythm and not his hand coming up to rest on your lower thigh, finding a home against it.

you note the faint taste of coffee and the softness of his lips while your hand brushes up his neck to cup his face, not knowing how every inch of skin you touch feels warmer when you leave it behind.

your hearts are left thumping hard when you pull away, lungs taking in air throughout your shallow breathing. you look even more magical to him than you ever have, a feat he didn't think was even possible.

“that was much, much better.” he lets out a breathy chuckle and it only provides the butterflies fluttering in your stomach with more energy.

you smile, nodding a little. “way better. maybe third time's the charm—”

shinso’s kissing you again, and it's everything you both hoped it would be. it's private and so perfect that way, like a little joy you both keep for yourselves. his mouth on yours feels so right, and you don't think either of you will be leaving this couch anytime soon.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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