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kuroyorusimpdom · 2 years
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*Part 6*
Minors DNI | NSFW | Smut / Lemon |
Pairings: Aizawa Shouta x OC, Bakugou Katsuki x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou x OC
Dom/Sub, pegging, Orgasm Denial, Post Cannon, Aged Up
[10:21pm]  Boom Boy: Tell me I did not just see you leave with fucking Aizawa
[10:26pm] Boom Boy: What the fuck Kai. 
[10:39pm] Boom Boy: I’m coming to your God damn Apartment, you better be there.
[10:57pm] Boom Boy: Kai Where are you, seriously. Call me.
[6:37am] Sexy Sensei: Get out of my apartment.
The groan that left Kaida’s mouth echoed off the walls of the unfamiliar room. Her head felt heavy and the sunlight filtering through the curtains made her want to throw herself back under the duvet. Her eyes took several moments to adjust and take in the space around her -- well, this Definitely wasn’t her apartment, and definitely was an unfamiliar bed.
Her phone was plugged in on the side table and the LCD screen lit up with another incoming text 
[7:05am] Boom Boy: I’m tracking your location and coming to you. I’m seriously fucking worried.
Kai sighed and rubbed her eyes, it was too early for this, and she was definitely too hungover for the level of drama Bakugou was exuding. 
What the hell even happened last night? She could remember Aizawa helping her into his car -- and then she had insisted that they hit up a bar to numb the absolute shitshow that was seeing Hitoshi…
They may have had a few too many drinks. And a vague memory of Aizawa trying to get her home address out of her unsuccessfully explained why she was in a strange apartment (if her texts were to be believed it was obviously Aizawa’s apartment - leave it to drunk Kai to save her teacher as something embarrassing in her phone, she probably did it right in front of him).
Damn, I didn’t even text Katsuki to let him know I was leaving - I’m an asshole
Kaida thought to herself as she swung her legs over the bed and attempted to stand up. A quick glance down found her body still in her lingerie she had worn under her dress, but with the addition of a black long sleeve shirt that smelled like coffee and was way too big to belong to her. 
Despite the shirt, she knew that her and Aizawa didn’t hook up, so that was a plus. Her underwear was waaaaay too complicated to try and put back on when she was intoxicated, so it still adorning her body meant it was never removed in the first place. 
Cool cool cool. At least there's that, even if she made an absolute fool of herself infront of her (hot) ex teacher, they hadn’t fucked.
A door to her left opened to reveal a bathroom - thank the goddess. Leave it to Aizawa to leave her alone in a strange apartment to figure shit out on her own. 
Kai was having a heavy internal debate about whether or not it would be weird to shower after she had emptied her bladder when loud pounding at the front door made the decision for her.
She tilted her head in confusion as the pounding continued, until she eyed her phone still sitting on the side table and remembered the text she had received
“Shit”
She had forgotten to text Kats back and let him know that she was fine, she would bet her year's salary that the aggressive knocking at the door was him.
It didn’t take long for her to follow the sound of the knocking and find the front door (through the surprisingly tidy and minimalist home that Aizawa had) and open it to find a very angry blonde on the other side.
His red eyes took her in - making their way from her bare legs, to the oversized shirt that was clearly not hers.
The rage was palpable as the silence permeated the space they were standing in.
“Hey Kats” 
His scowl deepend as he pushed his way past Kaida and into the strange apartment, “Don’t you fucking ‘hey Kats’ me”
He bullied Kai further into the apartment, arms crossed until the door was able to shut behind him.
“Where the fuck have you been? I’m pretty fucking sure we had a standing appointment together last night and you just fucking dissapeared into thin air” his voice was tinged with rage as he stood over her, “I rush my ass over here worried about you to find you in some fuckers shirt and no God damn pants. 
Does our arrangement mean absolutely nothing to you? You’re cool with jumping into just anyone's bed then? I guess I’ll do the same thing next time” 
Bakugou watched her expression twist at his words. He had fallen back into old habits and let his anger and hurt color the way he spoke to her without much conscious thought, only now that he saw her reaction did he realize that perhaps he should have held himself back - or just used his damn brain to filter his words.
“How fucking dare you Katsuki” her eyes sharpened as she straightened her spine and took on an aggressive stance. “Instead of showing up and throwing around baseless accusations, you could have just fucking asked me what happened and why I left.
 But no.
As fucking usual, you’re shoot first ask questions later. This is why things are the way they are between us”
Bakugou’s face contorted from anger to something else as Kai spoke. This was not what he had come to do. He genuinely was concerned about her - he didn’t show up just to yell at her. 
Fuck. Why did he always do this to himself?
He forced his face to soften from the scowl he had been previously wearing and stepped towards Kai, reaching his hands out to try and ground her, show that he didn’t mean it.
Kai simply backed away from his hands and crossed her arms over her chest. 
A picture of defiance. Always making things difficult and acting like a brat.
Kai tilted her chin up to look down her nose at the taller man, “You can’t just call me a slut and then expect to be allowed to touch me”
“I didn’t call you a slut”
The glare Kaida pinned him with was lethal, “The implication was pretty fucking strong”
Katsuki sank himself down in the plush armchair as he rubbed a hand over his face. He took a moment to compose himself and then looked up and locked gazes with her. He found himself softening further as he took in the genuine hurt swimming in the forest green of her eyes.
“I’m sorry Kai. I didn’t mean to come in and attack you like that” he watched as her posture relaxed slightly, and the fire behind her irises dimmed at his apology, “What happened that made you leave without me? I know was late to meet with you, but it was the stupid fucking coat check that held me up. I swear I wasn’t standing you up or anything” he sighed, “Usually you would have just waited for me”
Kaida eyed him while he rubbed at his face in frustration. It was unusual for him to offer an apology so easily. He had always been a stubborn asshole, refusing to admit his faults even when they were clear. The fact that he acquiesced so quickly was enough to melt her heart a little.
Deciding that rather than let him grovel she would just explain, Kai moved to sit opposite him
“Hitoshi showed up and fucking cornered me”
Anger contorted Bakugou’s face as he snarled “Fucking what?”
“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me leave, kept trying to talk to me” Kaida rubbed her hand down her face as she recalled the events of last night, “I was on the verge of a panic attack and Aizawa must have noticed what was going on cause he came in and bailed me out”
“I’ll kill that fucking troll doll the next time I see him”
Kai rolled her eyes and smirked at his long standing nickname for Shinsou. 
“Yeah well, I did wait for you. But you weren’t there and I honestly wanted to get the fuck out of there before Hitoshi had a chance to recover his jaw from the floor at the fact that Aizawa and I were dating”
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched at her words. There was no way in the course of the 45 minutes he had been separated from her last night Aizawa had slid in and asked Kai to be his girlfriend … There was no way Kaida said yes to that… Right?
Noticing his shift in demeanor Kai clarified
“Not actually dating, obviously. 
He used it as a cover to swoop in and get me out of the conversation. It’s not like Hitoshi would have known either way, I haven’t seen him in forever, and I try to keep my personal shit out of the media - So does Aizawa”
The relief flooded Bakugou as she explained. Of course she wouldn’t have started dating their fucking teacher. She wasn’t interested in dating anyone. Which is why he hadn’t tried any further to define this thing between them. Aizawa showing up wouldn’t change that.
“Fuck Kai, I’m sorry I wasn’t there” Bakugou sighed as he made his way towards her, kneeling infront of where she was sat on the couch, “I wish I was the one to notice and save you from that shit. I’m glad someone was there to get you out of that situation though, even if it pisses me off that it was that old fucker”
Kai’s lips turned up in a smirk. 
“He’s not that old Kats”
“Fucking old enough”
Kai’s smirk grew until it was a full blown grin “Sounds to me like you might be jealous”
The scoff that came out of Bakugou was loud as he stood up and stalked towards the door to the apartment 
“Ain’t nothing to be jealous of Princess - he’s not the one who can make you fall apart, I am”
Kai’s responding blush was enough to puff his chest up with pride as he stood by the front door
“Put your damn clothes on and let's get outta here. I’m off today and I’m owed repentance from last night”
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featherburnt · 2 years
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➟ Health
Type: Drabble Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x M!OC Word Count: 3,237 Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, trauma mentions, relationship stuff, relationship angst
Summary: Every now and again, all anyone really needs is a little comfort, a little love from the people in their lives.
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     When Fait laughed, it was musical, soft tones rocking through his small frame and full lips often parting to reveal perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth, his tongue prodding at the space between. He looked happiest that way, relaxed, like none of what he'd lived through had ever left a lasting impression, never scarred him, completely unperturbed by the fucked up world around them. He was always present and in the moment when he laughed, even when his hands were busy or he was just watching something; He experienced everything to the fullest, and the sound of his voice was soothing, gentle, and sweet–
     Hitoshi wanted to smile, to tell him he was beautiful, but words were lost on him in the moment - even he could get a little awestruck. 
     He held Fait’s hands tight in his own as he straddled him, watching those fluffy black ears twitch and swivel with amused curiosity, lacing their fingers and letting himself bask in the energy the feline gave off. Everything about him was mesmerizing, from the way he laughed to the small, rhythmic squeezes he’d give his hands when he held them, the smooth rock of his hips and his tail swaying between Hitoshi’s legs, and for a long time, all he could do was stare, wordlessly and without compliment nor complaint. He simply adored him, lost himself in moments shared in plain, unadulterated intimacy that didn’t have to preclude sex. They could simply be, just two individuals enjoying themselves together without pressure or the transactional consequence of trauma, and it was a relief for both of them; To be so naturally comfortable together had taken a lot of time, but, in the end, they were better for it.
     Pain and uncertainty were neither desired nor required in the life they were steadily building together, and they were lucky to have made it this far. It was spectacularly difficult and the challenges they’d faced in the beginning were innumerable; Fait couldn’t fathom his value, couldn’t understand that he was worth more than the guttered whore he’d been led to believe he was– And that was another thing: That’s what he thought he was. Convincing him of the truth, that the opposite was true, was often met with stubborn and tearful resistance. For months, Hitoshi would wake in the middle of the night to soft sniffles and desperately hushed cries, groggily watching Fait’s shoulders tremble as his ears would tightly nestle themselves against his skull before he’d roll over and throw an arm over him, pull him close against his chest, in an attempt to subtly comfort him. Often, Fait would get the wrong idea, thinking that he’d wanted his nightly pound of flesh, but all he’d wanted was for him to stop crying, to feel safe enough to sleep. For months, he’d sit in the shower and sob; Sometimes, he’d be fully dressed, curled up on the far end of the shower floor, his tail running in the water toward the drain, and other times, he’d be stark naked, standing, digging his nails into puffy, achy scar tissue. Just…sobbing. Scrubbing his skin raw, muttering broken statements of self-loathing and what if, what if, what if. Or why. When Hitoshi would find him in either state, Fait would look up at him but never really see him, pitifully and irrationally asking him why he’d bothered with him, why he’d allowed a useless whore into his life, why he’d taken in damaged goods, why he didn’t want more sex, how much he had to continue to give until– And Hitoshi would care for him, never once allowing himself to entertain the delusion trauma pulled over his eyes. He was patient, denying Fait where it would’ve been flat-out wrong to indulge him and tenderly taking him into his arms to hold him instead. He’d sweep Fait’s hair out of his eyes and whisper affirmations, rub gently along his spine and focus on him entirely - work calls be damned.
     It took a while to get through the panic attacks, crying fits, hyperventilating, self-harm, night terrors, violent flashbacks when they would have sex, and all the rest besides, and there were still occasional instances in which Fait would have a… hard day, but things were certifiably different now. He was healing, little by little, and doing better every day, and Hitoshi couldn’t have been more grateful for that than he was now. To see an honest, unbroken smile on the feline’s face, unmarred and unbothered by the past, made him feel as if he’d accomplished something - like he’d saved someone, the most important person in the world to him. He’d always wanted to be a hero, a good hero, and nothing proved he could be one quite like this. Saving people in immediate danger was its own reward, but it wasn’t quite so personal, so intimate; He wouldn’t see those people again. He wouldn’t hold their hands and soothe them after the dust had settled and the world had kept turning for another year, no. But he could do that for Fait for months and years to come.
     “Hey, what are ya starin’ at?” Fait asked playfully, leaning forward over him to brush their noses together, ultimately pulling Hitoshi out of his own thoughts.
     He didn’t say anything at first, silently counting the freckles around those bright crimson eyes as Fait straightened himself atop him, returning his stare. The look on his face morphed from a happy and pleasant smile to a confused almost-frown, his lips tweaking downward, like a concerned child, and even that gave Hitoshi room to continue just looking. Fait really was beautiful, his face framed by chestnut and natural red, his eyes by long lashes and soft red eyeshadow, his lips gently glistening in the dim lighting–
     “‘Toshi?” 
     “...Just looking at you,” he muttered plainly, releasing one of Fait’s hands if only to reach up and curl his fingers around the nape of his neck and pull him back down.
     “Did I have somethin’ on my face?” Fait nestled himself into his chest, still pressing his fingertips into the back of his hand. It was cute, how pure he could be, and as he rested his head above Hitoshi’s sternum, he rolled over, carefully guiding his legs over his own and held him.
     “Nah,” he said, burying his nose into gently perfumed hair, breathing in apple and coconut.
     “Then why–”
     “You’re beautiful, simple as.”
     “Even though I have this scar…?” Fait shifted in his arms, no doubt attempting to escape his hold long enough to look down at him again, but Hitoshi persisted, keeping him firmly in place.
     “...Especially because of that scar.”
     He meant it. Though there were times he couldn’t really see it, it wasn’t from so shallow a place as simply ignoring it; He knew it was there, that it was part of Fait, but all he saw when he looked at him was the innocent beauty he possessed, the plainer details all adding together to form the face of one of the strongest people he knew - what he recognized as his anchor point, the only one he wanted to see when the dust settled and another long, fucked up day of work had come to an end. He saw home, success, healing, the rawness of a life unfiltered and well-traveled. He saw genuine kindness and love pouring out of him at any given moment.
     How could he not just stare sometimes? Fait gave him hope and a sense of accomplishment, like everything he’d done up to this point had been right. He was his anchor point, the one thing that kept him moving forward without the added bonus of feeling like he’d failed at every turn. Even on bad days, Fait never failed to remind him that there would always be a tomorrow, always another opportunity, and that there would sometimes be things that were out of his control. He would smile and hold his hands, kiss him, and hold him in the rare moments he just couldn’t fucking take it, when he’d failed to save someone or apprehend a villain, and he’d tell him he was still a hero - a great hero, his hero. 
     It wasn’t always enough, but when he looked at him, he felt like it would be okay, and that was enough.
     Fait was a hero unto himself.
     “It’s so…ugly, though,” Fait grumbled, heaving a hushed sigh. “Oh man, the trouble I get myself into…”
     “‘m glad I found you,” Hitoshi said quickly, his heart squeezing in his chest. He probably shouldn’t be thankful they’d met in a club that was using him in their secret prostitution ring, but he was, because if they hadn’t met then, would anyone have gone looking for him that night…? Would he have survived his assault and would that man have been arrested? If he hadn’t been there, would anything at all have been done? He didn’t know, couldn’t be sure, even as he was digging through mountains of trash and running through nearby alleyways; All he knew was he had to find him and when he did– He tightened his hold on Fait. “Trouble and all.”
     As if on cue, “But I gave you so much! How could you put up with me for so long?”
     Hitoshi sighed audibly, pulling away to give the feline a frown, but he touched his face then, sweeping a few strands of hair away.
     “I didn’t and don’t care that you had or have your own problems. Keeping you safe from what hurt you and helping you heal from it… That’s part of what it means to be a hero. That’s part of what it means to love someone.” He paused, slowly swiping a thumb over Fait’s freckled cheek. “If I wasn’t prepared to deal with that, I couldn’t call myself a hero - I wouldn’t have been able to tell you I loved you.”
     The shine of ruby eyes almost seemed to exponentially increase, as if the truth itself both mesmerized and brought harm to Fait, memories and troubling thoughts bubbling to the surface. But he didn’t sigh, frown, cry, or wrinkle his nose, didn’t dare to hide his face away in Hitoshi’s chest. Instead, after a moment’s deliberation, he pushed his hands away and returned to his rightful position - straddling him, his hands on either side of Hitoshi’s head, leaning over him like he was about to devour him. His hips pushed downward into his own, matching up perfectly with his groin.
     Hitoshi was otherwise unaffected; He always did this when they were talking. He never could sit still for long and if emotions were involved, he’d unintentionally or absent-mindedly leave room for the possibility of sex. It was a force of habit for the most part, leftovers from the times he couldn’t fathom Hitoshi wanting anything more from him, but there were instances in which he genuinely, actually wanted to make out and fuck in their living room because it was their living room, because it was how he knew best to prove just how much he loved him in return, even and especially when it wasn’t necessary. Hitoshi knew Fait’s feelings were true and honestly given, unconditional and without apprehension, so he never asked for him to surrender them outright, never wanted to box him into a corner and take them from him. He loved Fait more than he often admitted to and while that love had come from natural interest and the sheer horror of crimes committed, they’d come into their own, steady and unwavering, unconditional and fair. 
     Fait was a gentle soul, a kind and giving man, but he didn’t always have to be the one who gave.
     Hitoshi settled his hands on the tops of the feline’s thighs, wondering to himself what his intentions were, and, then, he saw them: Tears collecting on his lash line, eyes misty with a combination of relief, pain, happiness, sadness, and more.
     Before he ever had a chance to ask, Fait’s voice was all he could hear, soft and pleading.
     “I’m glad it was you,” he whimpered, “I’m glad it was you. No one cared that I was gone, but you did… I thought I was gonna die, yanno? I thought no one would look for me. I’m just, yanno, the slutty bartender. I’m just the pretty ‘girl’ everyone whored out for extra cash. I’m just me and no one wants me for anything but– But you came. You found me! And you didn’t care that I’m not a woman, you got me the help I needed anyway. You gave me your number and checked up on me all the time, made sure I was okay, stayed with me when things got bad, and then–”
     “Hey–” He tried to sit up, to meet Fait where he needed to be met, but it seemed he had other plans, shoving him back down into the sofa and glaring at him.
     “I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much trouble, but I’m so-so happy it’s you I’m causing trouble. You’re a good man, ‘Toshi… You’re an amazing hero - You were always an amazing hero, and you didn’t need me to show you that. You didn’t need me to come along an-and make you go through everything with me for you to know that. You didn’t… you didn’t need me. For anything. And I still don’t get it. I can barely believe you want me– What good am I to you? Sure, I clean the house and I can suck dick better than– I shouldn’t be proud of that… That’s not what I’m here for. My point is–”
     He was starting to become more erratic, stumbling over his words, tears sliding down his cheeks, and Hitoshi couldn’t stand it. There was nothing Fait could do or say that would change how he felt now; They were past the point of no return and he wouldn’t have gone back for anything, no matter what was at stake.
     “Fait, hey–”
     Hitoshi defied his protests, his desperate pushing, sitting upright and cradling his face in his hands, thumbs wiping away every tear. Fait’s fingers wrapped around his wrists and dug into his skin, half-heartedly attempting to pull them away, but to no avail.
     “I’m trying to get to the point, I promise!” he sputtered, broken sniffles leaving him one after the other, as if he was simply overcome.
     “Shh, it’s okay,” Hitoshi murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “I know it’s hard sometimes, but stop talking about yourself like all you are is a problem for me. You’re not. You never have been. I didn’t come looking for you so you’d do anything for me; I came looking for you because you got hurt on my watch–”
     “But it’s not your fault–”
     “It’s not yours either!” he retorted firmly, trying his hardest to keep his voice level and calm but no less full of passion. “You were working, trying to keep a roof over your head– No one can blame you for doing what you had to do and even fewer people had the right to blame you for what that man did to you. I looked for you for hours and when I found you, I was both terrified and relieved that I had, and even though it took a while, you’re here. And you’re healthy, happy– And that’s all I wanted. I just wanted you to be safe and happy more than anything else, and I still feel that way.”
     Fait leaned into his palm, his lashes fluttering closed momentarily, still trembling, but he seemed to be considering what he’d said.
     “I love you, Fait,” he continued, slowly brushing their noses together. “I know I don’t say it as often as I should, but that’s the truth. I love you more than you know, and it’s not because you clean the apartment - or suck me off. It’s because your smile lights up a room and your laugh is like music. And in the morning, when you’re still sleeping and I have to get ready for work, you roll into my spot and you sigh this little sigh… Sometimes, you smile. Sometimes, your face gets all screwed up and you snuggle into my pillow. And when I come home from a long day, you’re here, tinkering with something or cooking or taking a shower– You’re home, and there’s nothing I want more than that. Just for you to be here. Safe.”
     Fait whimpered and sputtered some more, but he nodded, those bright crimson eyes opening to reveal slit pupils and more emotion trapped within them than he thought. Freckles and scarring shifted with every twitch and tremble of his features, but his lashes were long and his lips were full and shining with gloss and saliva– He was beautiful, even when he was crying to himself, even when his heart was aching, and it was difficult for Hitoshi to reconcile that at times, but he didn’t and actively refused to treat him any differently for it. Above all, Fait was a complicated person with complicated emotions, but he was his person, as corny as that tended to sound. A dribble of spittle dripped onto his hand and he paid it no mind.
     “But–”
     “Stop it.”
     “I just don’t want–”
     “Enough. You’re not a burden.”
     “What about Aizawa?”
     It was a loaded question, and the answer to it wasn’t easy or simple. Aizawa hadn’t exactly been in favor of their relationship from the beginning, always browbeating on the potential for scandal, demanding that they be more careful, keep Fait out of the public eye, telling them both that they shouldn’t even be together because of the risks; Being a hero was a lonely affair. Too much could go wrong too quickly, and public image was more important than it really ought to be. Aizawa would, on occasion, part with a less than sensitive remark, but Hitoshi knew it was only because he didn’t want anything to happen to either one of them. Fait didn’t need to be hurt any more than he already had been, and Hitoshi was a hero whose career could be flushed down the drain at a moment’s notice. Aizawa only wanted for them both to be out of harm’s way, whatever form that harm may take. 
     Hitoshi lifted his head and tilted it backward before sliding a hand down to the smooth, soft curve of Fait’s ass and patting it twice, wordlessly urging him to get up. He obediently eased himself off of him and slipped off the sofa, standing upright as Hitoshi threw his legs over the edge and nestled himself back into the sofa. Fait hesitantly climbed back into his lap, his hands flat against his chest. 
     “You worry too much,” he said, fingertips toying with the hem of Fait’s shirt. He had to admit, talking about his former mentor in the midst of talking about more intimate things was a little bit of a wet blanket on things. “Aizawa just doesn’t want anything to happen to me - or you, for that matter.”
     “Do you really think so…?”
     “I know so.”
     Fait sighed heavily, as if relieved, leaning forward to rest his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder.
     “I’m glad.”
     And for a long time, the pair remained silent, content enough to only occasionally share a kiss and hold onto each other like the world beyond their apartment door had ceased to exist.
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iddybiddysquish · 1 year
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I Regret - Shinsou x Reader
Masterlist: Here
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Gender: AFAB
Warnings: Fingering, marking, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, bondage with a belt, biting, marking, unsafe sex - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!
Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! This is quite self indulgent and my first time writing smut so be gentle with me pls <3 Reader has the ability to copy and edit quirks! Not beta read, we die like men.
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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars. 
I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is. 
It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks. 
Quirk: A/B/O
This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking. 
Quirk: Estrus
This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance. 
Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s can get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.
'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'
What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.
To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.
I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.
Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.
‘Is this monthly or annually?’ 
The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.
‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’
I wanted to cry.
“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.
Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.
“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”
“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”
“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”
“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.
“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.
“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”
“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.
“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”
“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.
“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.
“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”
“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.
“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.
“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.
“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”
“You, too.”
And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.
"Do you think you'll surpass All Might?" Iida begged Midoriya as Uraraka, Shinsou and Todoroki walked beside them, "You do have very similar quirks."
"Although Midoriya has other abilities unlike All Might." Uraraka pointed out, "Like Black Whip!" Midoriya began to flush at this and began to protest when Todoroki looked over at him. 
"He has the strength for it." Todoroki agreed, smirking, "But he has me to contend with."
Shinsou snorted. 
"And Bakugou." Iida noted as Midoriya nodded. 
"We're a formidable class." He concurred as each teen entered the classroom. Immediately Iida and Shinsou went to their desks but the rest hung out in the back by Todoroki. Shinsou yawned in his seat before resting his head on his hand as he waited for class to start. He looked over at Denki and saw him seemingly deflate before he caught his eye. Shinsou blinked when he began to make his way over to Shinsou as Kirishima continued to make small talk with Bakugou. 
"Hey bud!" He beamed, making Shinsou nod his way, "Bakugou wasn't as excited as I'd hoped about the dessert." He whined. Shinsou raised a brow his way. 
"When is he ever excited?"
"I know but still I-"
“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima and the others running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.
“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.
“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.
“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”
“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.
“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.
“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”
“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.
“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”
“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.
“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”
“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”
“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.
“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.
“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug. 
"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe. 
"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.
“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.
“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”
“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements. Shinsou paid half attention to the announcements before he got his stuff out for English class. 
Shinsou thought much about the circumstances with (L/N). He knew she'd be fine eventually, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned. It was enough to distract him from class for the remainder of the day. 
(L/N) and Shinsou had gotten close after the first sports festival and more so once he moved to the Hero course where they saw each other constantly. It helped that she sat next to him in class. 
She'd also been assigned to be his sparring partner by Aizawa for extra training and boy did she run him through the ringer. She knew what she was doing and he found it difficult not to fall for her, both literally and figuratively.
So he was a little perturbed by the news. He knew her quirk was versatile in it's abilities since she could copy quirks, but he didn't expect this. 
If only he knew he should be concerned for other reasons.
I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to. 
It just didn’t feel right.
Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.
“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.
It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive. 
But others were tasty.
‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’ 
My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.
The scent that caught my mind, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances. 
Todoroki's was interesting as well. Minty and almost spicy, but it didn't hold the same weight as Shinsou's.
I smelt around with a bit more calm, ears twitching as I kept a listen out for anyone or anything. Other scents were interesting, like Kirishima, Midoriya and Ashido’s. But throughout all of it I kept coming back to Shinsou's scent.
I had to slap myself to stop myself from following Shinsou's scent and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Shinsou's room.
I shook my head.
‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.
“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.
‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards Shinsou's room, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else. 
‘This would be so amoral of me…’ 
Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.
From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent. 
Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.
However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding, fixed it and then skulked around his room with intrigue. 
Shinsou had a very normal looking room. There was some mess here and there and clothes strewn about the place. But it wasn't dirty. Cluttered would be a good word since there were lots of personables all over the place. 
I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment. 
‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.
I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing on the floor with a dangerous thought in my mind.
‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked at a specific item, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his, especially off the floor…’
As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.
‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.
I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.
I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Shinsou's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.
When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.
“We’re here for you, Ai-chan!” Hagakure cheered from the other side as Ojiro pulled her away.
“We were told to leave her alone, Hagakure-kun.” she nodded.
“I know but she needs to know she’s not alone.” she muttered before speaking up, “See you soon, Ai-chan!”
I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the pair muttered to one another quietly before leaving and going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.
I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing. 
I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering something too low to understand to themselves.
That’s when I realised it was Shinsou of all people.
I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.
My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.
"(F/N)." He knocked, "Food's here."
'For me…?'
I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Shinsou as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.
This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Kaminari bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, although I realised quickly he was hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school. 
It was sweet of him. 
“Deku and Bakugou fought again today.” he beamed brightly through the door, “Sensei left them last because they’d take so long to fight and he was right. It ran over by an hour.” he grumbled, “I just wanted to get some food, man!” I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.
I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Kaminari is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.
Only Bakugou, Shinsou or Todoroki would work. They were my prime Alphas. 
So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.
By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Shinsou to arrive. 
The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked. 
"Food, (F/N)." He stated. When he didn't move immediately I found myself pausing before the door. I heard a sigh before hearing him lean against the door and slide down to the floor, sitting with his knees up to his chest, "I hope you're doing alright in there, (F/N). We're all getting worried."
I frowned, placing my hand on the door. 
"I'll be okay." I found myself speaking up, "It's just really hard right now." I whined. 
Shinsou was surprised to get a response but pleased, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. He hadn't expected it and he suddenly felt pride at being the one person who she finally spoke to. 
Maybe it was getting easier for her? Maybe the arousal was starting to wean. 
It wasn't. But Shinsou didn't know that. 
"Hey Kitten." He smiled, leaning back against the door, turning towards it slightly as he spoke, "You haven't missed much. Bakugou nearly killed Mineta when he tried to come down here to see you, though. He's been banned whilst you go through your heat."
"Did they tell you?" Shinsou shook his head. 
"We worked it out. After Tokoyami leaving for the next two weeks it didn't take much to figure out that it's the same thing."
"... Right." I nodded. 
"How you holding up?" I whined, thumbing my clit through my pants. 
"Not well." I panted, "Need an Alpha."
Shinsou blinked at this, taking in the softness of my voice and the noises of shuffling happening behind the door. He quickly realised that I was struggling and felt bad that he wasn't allowed to do anything about it - no matter how much he wanted to. 
"I'm here for you, Kitten." Shinsou almost purred, "I'll always be here for you."
I felt my cunt clench at the words. I knew I didn't have enough control for this as my Omega reached for the door and opened it slightly ajar. Shinsou nearly fell backwards if it weren't for my body preventing the door from opening. 
Shinsou reacted quickly, peeking into the gap to see my hooded gaze. Immediately he recognised the stench of sex and cum as he looked down at me. 
"Aw, Kitten. You're so worked up, aren't you?" He breathed as he took in my appearance from what little he could see. 
I was still sitting, only my face and chest visible from the gap. I was flushed, a light sheen of sweat adorning my skin. It was enough that my tank top stuck to my chest but not enough to leave much of a stain. 
I pouted at him and nodded slowly. 
"Need Alpha." I moaned, my fingers continuing to play with my sensitive clit behind the door. 
Shinsou wasn't sure what to say to that. He would happily offer himself up but did she see him as an Alpha?
When he didn't respond, I spoke up, removing my hands from my pants and opening the door wider before standing up, which he mirrored, leaving the food on the floor. It was then he saw the slick that was pooling out of my underwear and down my thighs, heavily and felt his cock twitch. 
"Do you want to come into my nest?"
Shinsou blinked at me. 
'I didn't expect that.' he noted as she reached out. However, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 
"Come here, Kitten." He smirked, opening his arms out. 
Wasting little time I jumped on him, him grabbing my ass tightly as he entered the room and shut the door with the other hand. 
Immediately I was on him, nipping at his neck and pawing at his shirt. 
Shinsou gasped when I found the right spot on his neck, which I began to abuse to get him to release another sinful moan. 
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He begged in his daze. I nodded. 
"I need you, Hitoshi." I stated seriously before begging, "Please." 
"I don't want this to be a one time thing." He stated seriously as I nibbled down his neck. However I paused my pursuit at his words as my Omega trilled in happiness. I smiled and looked down at him. 
"Neither do I."
"Really?" I nodded. 
"I've wanted you for a while now." I admitted, boldly, unashamed. Hitoshi smirked at this. 
"That makes two of us."
And just like that he captured my lips in a long and passionate kiss, which I returned readily, nipping and sucking his bottom lip. As the kiss deepened, he licked my lips, asking for entrance and I obliged, letting his tongue explore my moist cavern heatedly. 
I tugged at his shirt with a whine in my throat, earning a deep chuckle. 
"So impatient~" he teased, breaking the kiss. Pulling his shirt up and over his head, he chucked it to the side before diving towards my neck, nipping and sucking as he boxed me in with his arms against the wall. I moaned and Shinsou concluded it was the most heavenly sound he'd heard. 
"Hitoshi…" I groaned, bucking my hips into his crotch and earning a sinful hiss against my neck in return.
“Good girl.” he groaned as I bucked again, eyes rolling in the back of his head, “Just like that.”
The slick began to seep through and onto his pants but he didn’t care as he pulled my shirt up and off my body, discarding it somewhere in the den. I whined when his belt pressed against my clit just right and began to buck again, causing Shinsou to groan again before stopping me.
I did as requested despite the urge to take him here and now, but only just about and because he started to remove his trousers. As soon as his belt fell, so did his trousers.
I wasted little time in removing my underwear, tearing it off and making him laugh.
“Eager, aren’t we, Kitten?” 
“Need knot.” I begged, grinding down against his bulbous head and causing him to hiss. In response he slapped my ass, making me jump, and pulled me up so that he could slot himself just below my entrance. I squirmed, trying to sit down on him but he held me there, teasing my entrance. I whined again, “Please, Hito-!”
I didn’t get to finish as he entered me, sheathing himself up until the hilt in one swift motion. It turned into a jumbled mess of stuttering as I adjusted around his length, clenching tightly.
“Fuck, Kitten you’re so tight.” he hissed, “Such a perfect fit for me.” he complimented as I began to bounce on him. He continued to thrust up into me, packing me tightly to his body as he pushed me into the wall. 
“A-Alpha!” I cried as he bottomed out inside me over and over, “T-there!” I pleaded as he slotted himself in the perfect spot. Shinsou nodded into my neck, latching onto my skin and sucking hard as he picked up the pace. 
"H-Hitoshi…!" I breathed, leaning my head back against the wall as I tried to ground myself in the sensation. 
This was better than the toys. Even with the scent of his shirt, this is nothing in comparison; it was like I was enveloped in the smell of him as he fucked up into me. I couldn't help my cunt fluttering around his length with the way he was making me feel. 
It was euphoric. Nothing like when I fucked my hand. 
"You're doing so well, beautiful. Taking me so well." He muttered against my sweat-soaked skin, only stopping to lap it up. I groaned at the sensation, presenting my neck to him further as he started to bite. 
"H-harder. Bite me harder, Alpha…!" I begged. Shinsou did as requested, biting down on the sensitive flesh enough to draw blood, which made me trill. 
Shinsou was getting close and so was I. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, especially as he removed one hand from my ass to play with my clit. I threw my head back and writhed at the added sensation. 
"Yes! Hitoshi, please…! Just like t-that…!"
Shinsou grunted as I clenched around him, thighs locking into position as I came, screaming his name, hard. I couldn't help my claws scratching into his skin, leaving bloodied marks. And he soon followed, biting into my neck again as soon as he did, painting my insides white. 
Shinsou buckled slightly but held his ground, clawing at my ass and hips sharply as he hissed out a groan. His hips stuttered to a stop but only for a moment before he started thrusting again. 
"H-Hitoshi…!" I gasped, my over sensitive cunt not prepared for the movement. However he simply chuckled at me. 
"We aren't done, beautiful. Nowhere near." I trilled at those words as he motioned for me to start bouncing on his cock again, which I did without hesitation. 
After a few minutes of slow thrusts Shinsou pulled me close to him before walking me over to the bed and gently placing me on my back. I protested at the loss of contact, however he effortlessly slipped back in as he stood upright and pulled me to him, starting to thrust faster. I clawed at the bed. 
Shinsou found a pace as he adjusted, bending his knees ever so slightly to hit the right spot, making me mewl. Only then did he speed up his pace, watching as my breasts bounced with each thrust. 
Unsatisfied with the depth, I flipped over so that he could press into me deeper, something which made the man moan. I pressed myself into the bedding as I whined, grabbing the blankets to ground myself. 
Then I heard a clinking. 
Looking back I realised that he'd gotten his belt from his trousers. His pace slowed as he put it around my neck and tied it, putting me on a leash. When he yanked it, pulling me upright I purred, especially as he picked up the pace again. 
He continued to keep my head up as he pounded into me from the bedside, forcing me onto all fours. I reciprocated, bounding back against him as he increased his pace, making me cream around him.
Overstimulated from the day filled with orgasms, it wasn't long before I was cumming again. I bit down hard on my lip as I did, hissing out his name. His grip on the makeshift leash tightened as he neared his own release. 
"Fuck you feel so good, Kitten." He preached, "So fucking good."
His voice grew husky as he neared, almost snarling when he finally came in me for the second time. 
It was the first time I felt satisfied in what felt like weeks. I wasn't sure how long the sensation would last, but I felt filled with his cum and that was all I'd wanted. 
Once his hips came to a stop he started to massage my hips where he left bloodied nail marks. Blissed out, I moaned at the sensation as he pulled out, feeling his cum seep into my slick-laiden thighs. I collapsed onto my side as he came and laid next to me, pulling me close. I snuggled into him, satisfied and thoroughly spent, kissing his neck and face and rubbing my own against him, scent marking him further. He chuckled. 
"Better?"
I felt my pupils dilate as the sensation returned. I looked up at him as I regained my energy before shoving him into his back and straddled him. 
"Again, Alpha." I purred, grinding down on him. He laughed at this, but it was interrupted by a moan I got out of him as I began to hump against him, "Please."
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shionancientsblog · 1 year
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kajinovaa · 24 days
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Commission for Teddy; oc Moro and Shinsou having a nice stroll through an autumn forest.
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hopelessdelusional · 9 months
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ATTENTION MY DEAREST READERS!!!! the character Jordan is NOT my original character, but an oc of the one and only @kotoprincesa !!! thought it would be fun to have a cutsy oc, so thank you koto!! i love ur oc🫶🫶
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THIS EP WAS SO FUN TO WRITE OMGGGGGG and the next couple chapters are a complete 360 from this so…enjoy it while u can
i hope everyone is still enjoying, i promise the next chapter is gonna be JUICY i alr have the title and UGH i’m so excited for the pain
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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
- toshi and denks are so gay your honor
- shopping hauls are a REGULAR in this chapter
- iida was very patient with ko
- in fact he’s an amazing shopper like he’s so chill but he also takes it so seriously
- (i like to head cannon he mellowed out after high school/college lmfao)
- ko has a new job!!! be proud of her!!! clap!!! she’s working with children!!!!
- everything is a race/competition in their friend group it’s so funny😭😭
- that’s honestly how sero got the guts to ask out Jordan bc denks beat him so he had to make sure bkg didn’t win
- obvs mina and kiri won
- I LOVE THOSE SPIDER-MAN MEMES HELP
- #Tenyafanclub
- i cannot imagine what queer photographers and model are going thru rn dear lord
- URANUS
- katsuki is such a good person to rage rant with, so much so yn called him later that night after their hang out and raged some more (he was smiling the whole time)
- KATS SAYING GOOD GIRL. i may be nonbinary but LAWRD help me
- i was this🤏 close to having yn post a meme that said “my coochie is tingling” but i didn’t want another “community labels threat” 🙄🙄🙄
- sero is living and i’m here for it
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azzo0 · 3 months
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Baked With Love.
The following is a snippet from Always.
Summary: Bakugo helps her bake with a little bit of teasing.
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Yoshiko washed her hands in the kitchen sink while Bakugo beat up eggs for rolled-up omelettes. She wiped her hands with a towel and walked up beside him. "Want help?"
"I dont need help, fuck off if you want to eat."
"Y'know, I'm not trying to strike your precious ego here. Just speedin' up things."
"Yeah, standing there will speed things up." He glared at her.
"Well, tell me what to do."
"Get the miso soup out of the fridge and heat it."
"Ask nicely."
"I thought you wanted to fucking help??"
Yoshiko blew him an air kiss, making his eye twitch. She opened the fridge and found the pot of miso soup. She took it out, peeking inside. "Hey, Bakugo-"
"Katsuki." He corrected, not looking up from the spinach leaves he was chopping to put in the eggs.
"Huh?"
"You called me Katsuki when I got shot."
"And you called me Yoshiko."
"Get a hint, bitch. I'm askin' you to use my given name. Feel honoured, brat." He said, looking up from the cutting board.
"Nah." She transferred the soup into a glass bowl. "If I call you Katsuki, you still won't call me Yoshiko."
"Yeah, you're right. Your name is lame anyways."
Yoshiko laughed, putting the bowl in the microwave. "Katsuki. There. Happy now?"
He remained silent, rolling up the eggs in the pan with chopsticks. Yoshiko faced the microwave, waiting for an answer. "Yes, Yoshiko." That warm sensation was back again when she heard her name slip so effortlessly from his lips. She stared at the bowl roasting in the oven. She didn't want to feel any of this. Why was she suddenly seeing him in a different light? Of course, she knew the answer to her question. She'd been here before.
When the oven dinged, she took the bowl out and set it on the counter. "Do we have tofu?" She asked Bakugo, who was now cutting up the omelette.
"Yeah, in the fridge. Last shelf."
Yoshiko nodded and took the tofu out, slicing a few pieces to put inside after separating the soup into two smaller bowls. Bear came into the kitchen, sitting expectantly by Yoshiko's heels. Yoshiko cut a few small pieces for him and put them in his eating bowl.
"Oi, I'm done here." Bakugo said.
"Okay, the soup's done as well," Yoshiko said, taking a seat on one of the high stools by the counter.
Bakugo sat across from her, and the two began eating in silence. It felt nice working out together and then having breakfast while everyone was busy snoring. Bakugo liked it because it felt like he had her entirely to himself during that time.
"Damn, this soup is good," Yoshiko said after taking a sip.
"Duh, 'cause I'm the one who made it." He said, taking a sip from his own bowl.
"Maybe you can help me bake."
"What?"
"It's Hitoshi's birthday in two days." She explained. "And I want to bake him a cake, but I never baked before. So I was thinking of baking cupcakes today, so I got some idea on how to get around stuff. I don't want to burn it."
"I'm not helpin'."
"What, why not?!"
"I 'aint got the time to bake some silly cupcakes. Besides, I don't bake either."
"But you and Sato baked cookies the other day!" Yoshiko reminded.
"I just happened to be there when that idiot was in the kitchen, and I didn't want him to make a mess."
"Sato's a professional. He cleans up after he's done. You just don't want to help me."
"Damn right," Bakugo smirked.
"Fuck you." Yoshiko flipped him off. "I'll just ask Sato to help me inst-"
"Fucking fine, I'll help you." Bakugo groaned. "But your ass better not annoy me, or I'm ditching you."
"Aren't you the sweetest?" Yoshiko sniggered.
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"So, what kind of cupcakes do you want to bake?" Bakugo sighed after he put out the utensils they would need.
"Chocolate."
"Okay..." Bakugo opened Sato's baking book since he didn't know the recipe by heart. "Crack an egg into the bowl." He dictated, elbow on the counter as he watched her pick up the egg. She tapped it against the bowl, spilling its contents out of the bowl.
"Oops,"
"Oops, my ass!" Bakugo yelled, pushing her aside. He grabbed a few tissue papers and cleaned her mess. "Don't you know how to crack a damn egg?!" He lightly tapped another egg against the bowl and perfectly cracked it open.
"My bad, Gordon Ramsay."
"Shut up and add the milk." Yoshiko peeked at the recipe, checking how much milk she'd need and poured the milk into the bowl.
"Okay, add the rest of the wet ingredients." He watched her measure out the quantities and pour them into the bowl. It almost felt like he was babysitting a toddler that wanted to bake.
"I'm done," Yoshiko said.
"Okay, whisk it up."
Yoshiko held the beater, holding it in between closed fingers like she was going to stab someone with it. She poked it into the bowl and slowly moved it back and forth.
"Bitch, that's not how you beat the batter." Bakugo frowned, pinching his nose. He snatched the bowl and whisk from her, showing her the right way to beat it.
"Okay, now for the dry ingredients." He held the book up again and dictated the ingredients out for her to measure and put in another bowl. At least her dumb brain knew how to measure ingredients. "Now gently mix the stuff up." He held his breath as she combined the dry ingredients, letting it out when she didn't spill anything.
"Now, just pour the wet ingredients into the dry." He said, handing her a spatula.
"Okay." She took the spatula from him, transferring the wet ingredients into the dry ones. "Now mix it up. Don't fucking spill anything."
"I know, I know. Stop being so bossy." She rolled her eyes, beating the mixtures together. Bakugo's eye twitched as he watched her whisk the batter with the speed of a turtle.
"For fucks sake, you're so damn slow." He stood behind her and brought the bowl closer to her stomach, putting his hands on top of hers while she still held the bowl and whisk. Yoshiko's breath hitched as she felt his warmth creep into her back, catching his sweet caramel smell with a hint of cologne. His lecture on how to beat the batter properly fell on deaf ears as she was too busy blushing and processing the position she was in.
"Got it now?" He asked, gaining her attention again, letting her hands go.
"Huh- y-yeah. I got it."
"You just fucking stuttered."
"Your ears are not working." She defended, quickly beating the batter up, glad he couldn't see her face.
"I'm sure they are," Bakugo muttered under his breath, still standing behind and watching over her shoulder.
Once the batter was done, Yoshiko put the cupcake liners inside the cupcake moulds and let Bakugo transfer the batter into them. He sighed and went to put the spatula in the sink when Yoshiko snatched it from him. "Are you really going to waste all that sweet goodness?" Yoshiko said, wiping the batter off it with a finger and licking it. Bakugo rolled his eyes at her and adjusted the heating, popping the tray into the oven.
Yoshiko kept the spatula in the sink and gathered the dirty utensils to wash. Bakugo joined her, drying the dishes as she handed them to him. Once done, they dried their hands, walking over to the oven to see the cupcakes slowly rising.
"Heh, I'm already drooling," Yoshiko said.
"Of course." Bakugo snorted, glancing down at her. She had a little batter under her lip. He put a knuckle under her chin, making her face him and taking her by surprise. His thumb brushed under her lip, and he slowly brought it to his lips to lick it all while he locked eyes with her.
Yoshiko's lips parted in shock, a wild blush blooming from her face to her neck down. The AUDACITY this guy had. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"Mm, not bad." He said, looking at the oven again.
"You-" Yoshiko began, unsure of what to say. Bakugo looked at her again, smirking when he saw her flustered.
"What?" He tilted his head.
"You fucking idiot."
"Aw, are you blushing?" He inched his face closer. For a split second, he saw her eyes dart down to his lips and back at his eyes again. Oh, God, that made him want to kiss her.
Yoshiko gulped, looking into his dangerously close crimson eyes. She could feel her pulse in her neck, her heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears. For the first time, she found Bakugo intimidating. That shitty look on his face was daring her to back away so he could win this silent game they were playing.
Since when did their challenges become this flirty?
"I hope you break your arm again." She growled at him, inching even closer just to make him back away. He did not back away.
"The feeling is mutual, darling." He purred.
"So- uh, what are you guys making?" Yoshiko heard Shinsou's voice, her head immediately snapping to her side to see him awkwardly standing there. She quickly moved away from Bakugo, her face heating up even more.
"We? We're just baking cupcakes! They're almost done." Her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. It was like she lost controll over herself.
"Uhuh..."
"Really. We were just discussing how much time we need to keep them inside. Right, Katsuki?"
"Totally," Bakugo smirked at her. Yoshiko wanted to punch his nose so bad because through that smirk he was telling her that he won.
"Katsuki?" Shinsou raised an eyebrow.
"Uh- yeah..." Yoshiko trailed off, looking down at the floor.
"Interesting. So when are these cupcakes going to be done?" Shinsou asked. Oh, he was going to have fun teasing her later.
"Ten minutes, I guess." She said, glancing at the timer. She stepped away from Bakugo, not looking at either of their eyes. She hung her apron behind the door. "I'm going to take a shower. Take a cupcake once they're done."
"Okay," Shinsou replied, watching her leave the kitchen. Once he was sure she was out of earshot, his eyes narrowed at Bakugo.
"The fuck you lookin' at, eye bags?" Bakugo scowled.
"She's my best friend," Shinsou said.
"Yeah, not shit."
"Hurt her, and I'll break your neck." Shinsou threatened, voice low.
"Hah? I don't need you to tell me what to do."
"Consider it a warning." Shinsou shrugged. "The last guy who broke her heart got his nose broken by me. But she doesn't need to know that, aye?"
"I'm not her shitty ex," Bakugo snarled. "Besides, I'm the stronger one."
"Pretty sure I could brainwash you, given you can keep your mouth shut," Shinso smirked.
"Shut the fuck up."
The oven dinged, and Bakugo took the cupcakes out while Shinsou made himself coffee. Once the cupcakes were cool enough, Bakugo took them out of the mould. Shinsou took one, taking a bite of the warm cupcake.
"These taste like they were baked with love." He teased.
"I will kill you."
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The art is pretty old, but i like it! Mermaid, merman? A siren, perhaps?
And my oc Yoru as a mermaid, hehe
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Have silly interaction between two General studies students. Danshin is a part of Class 1-C, along with my friends oc, Iroi (@its0nlyash), and Yumie (@reiiseyes). Disclaimer: All backgrounds were edited from the anime, except for the 2nd one, which was originally from VRchat.
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Wash Away the Storm [Shinsou] (Angst)
(One-shot to 1/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots - posted regularly on Saturdays.)
Read on AO3.
Tags: Shinsou x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shinsou soothes the mind and soul, tragedy befalls the OC, angst, hurt/comfort, our favorite purple-haired bean, grief, grieving OC
Word Count: 860 words
Summary: Following a devastating tragedy, Ichijiku is grateful when Shinsou inadvertently helps quiet her mind during her grief.
Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!
Ichijiku (Tigress)
"Hey, are you okay? I heard about what happened last week."
"Do you need a minute?"
"You must be so sad! Why don't you go see Hound Dog?"
All of their voices melt together as I try to make sense of everything happening around me. Getting the call that my grandpa died is crushing, and I haven't really wanted to do much except train and fight to get out all of my anger and sorrow.
My friends in 1-A, however, nudge me to seek out help as opposed to my avoidance coping mechanisms. I'd do the same thing, but I don't know if I feel ready to talk about it right now.
Still, I make an empty promise that I'll go see Hound Dog to get Ashido to stop talking to me and then go walk into the forest after school. I don't feel like going home yet to see Naomi. It'll only serve as a reminder of who's not there.
"Are you ever not out here now?" A tired voice pierces through my tumultuous mind.
"Are you ever not out here in general?" I sass back, turning to the purple-haired offender with a roll of my eyes.
His lips quirk into a smile as suddenly my mind is blank. It's blissfully, peacefully blank. I've learned how to combat Shinsou's brainwashing with an exhaustive bout of mental fighting, but this afternoon I don't want to. I just close my eyes to let the darkness aid the empty feeling in my mind.
That's when Shinsou seems to realize there's a problem. My thoughts flood back and I drop to my bottom, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my forehead on them. Why'd you stop? I think. Why couldn't you just keep all of my memories away? To make the world go away for a little while longer...
"You didn't fight back, Sunshine." He comments softly, sitting down beside me in the grass. "That's not normal for you. Did something happen today?"
Right...Shinsou's still in General Studies. He hasn't shifted to the Hero Track yet. He wouldn't be close enough to anyone to know. I debate for a few moments if I should say anything, but ultimately decide we're close enough friends at this point to tell him.
"I guess it makes sense you wouldn't know yet. Not many outside of my class do." I choke out a little laugh. It lacks my usual humor. "I got news several days ago that my grandpa died while in the Navy." I want to cry, but I don't feel like it. I don't know that I have the energy anymore.
He doesn't make a sound, but I feel the tension in his arms. There's a long pause, not that I blame him. After all, how does one respond to that?
"Did my quirk give you a little break?" He asks after a moment. His arm gently wraps around my shoulders.
"Yeah." I breathe, once again hit with serenity when he brainwashes me and my mind quiets.
"Go ahead and get out a good cry." Shinsou whispers to me. Normally, I would fight this order. Shoot, my body even takes a second's pause like it's deciding whether to comply. But all of my sorrow suddenly combines together and splashes out of me onto his shoulder. "I'll keep you safe." He says as his hand strokes the back of my head and his other arm wraps around me.
Blissful, brainwashed fog swirls in my head as my body slumps onto his shoulder to be held. With a blank mind, I'm able to find that release of grief and tears without holding on so tightly to the pain that accompanies it.
By the time all of my tears are spent, he lets my mind go but I stay tucked into his side. It's so warm. Don't leave me. It feels so good in his arms. I decide to give myself a brief reprieve from grief and imagine what a life would be like with him. More moments like this, whether sad or content, pulled close into his arms to soak in his comfort and offer my own in return.
"Do you think he'd be proud of me?" I whisper.
"Your grandpa? For sure. I'm proud of you, and I rarely admit that to anybody." Shinsou says, shocking me abruptly. His shoulders shake with a snicker. "I mean it. I don't think I've ever seen someone work as hard as you do at helping others feel better, making sure they're alright, and at the same time juggling all of your own responsibilities and emotions. I can barely throw my scarf properly. But you," He pauses and I turn to look up at him. "You learn so quickly. You have the uncanny ability to take your weaknesses and reflect on them to immediately turn them into a strength. It's...nearly inhuman. I love that about you."
His words flood me with warmth and I sigh, relaxing.
"I appreciate that." And I mean it. "Is it okay if I stay here for a little while...with you?"
"I would never leave you to deal with this alone."
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insomniiyac · 1 year
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They’re heading to a cat cafe 🙈💕
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Mina’s Afterparty
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Once again, this is just a fun thing for me. Based on @theeggoman​ video. Go watch the original
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~~~12:00Am~~~
A good buzz had settled nicely over everyone, the spiked punch warming many bodies and loosening a lot of inhibitions. Some of the students had called it a night, the ones that remained had stayed on the dance floor swaying to the mellow music, others were still drinking and doing stupid stuff, the rest had found themselves just sitting around and talking to each other. YN sat criss-crossed near Fumikage, smiling at his dark eyes while resting her cheek on her palm. She noticed him acting a little shy and flushed around her, attributing his actions to being buzzed. 
“Everyone is either wasted or definitely getting there.” YN laughed and pointed out their classmates. Fumikage let out a deep chuckle, leaning back against the wall. 
“I suppose you’re right. I’m feeling quite… buzzed? Drunk? I had more than enough of the punch. The darkness is even more comforting.” He replied with his usual deep tone and dramatic sentences. 
“Is Dark Shadow okay? Is the alcohol affecting her or anything?” YN leaned forward slightly, not noticing how close her face got to his. 
“She’s … She’s fine. Thank you for asking.” Fumikage stuttered slightly. 
“Man, I’m hungry.” They both heard Mina say. She was sitting on the couch with Hanta, who gasped in joy. 
“What do you want? You want something to eat?” He started to get excited. Mina laughed and tried to say no. “Are you hungry right now?”
“No. I just meant in general.” Mina laughed. 
“Oh okay. I was bout to go right now.” Hanta smiled. 
“I could go for some American food.” Izuku mentioned. Several incoherent voices agreed. 
“YN. You’re half American, right? What food goes great at this hour?” Mina asked. 
“I guess some burgers would go great. Is there a McDonalds nearby? They got some good milkshakes now.” YN suggested, now realizing how hungry she was for some fast food. 
“Let’s sneak out and do this!” Denki shouted, earning a myriad of shushes. 
“Dumbass! How are we gonna sneak out if you're shouting?!” Katsuki whisper shouted. 
~~~12:30AM~~~
They decided to go in two groups. The ones that chose to go that is. Uraraka chose to stay back and clean as one of her gifts to Mina. YN got into the car Momo was driving, her and Izuku were the only sober ones so they got designated driver duty. She situated herself between Hitoshi and Kyoka, who had Mina on her lap. Denki sat farthest from her, Shouto was in shotgun, Monoma was in one of the trunks, and Fumikage was… on the roof? Maybe he was brooding.
“Where to now?” Moma asked. 
“Your mother’s butt?” Mina snarked. Everyone let out a breathy laugh, while poor Momo rolled her eyes and started driving. Denki rolled down his window and shook around with tiny shocks going up his body. 
“All these whores getting McDonald’s after their….” He shorted out a bit. “Drunk night!” He pointed at the car Izuku was driving, pausing a bit before realizing he was in the same citation. “Wait! We’re going to McDonalds?!” 
They all started laughing really loudly, waking up Hitoshi who was asleep against the window. YN patted his back, pulling out her phone to see Hanta trying to snap her. When answering she saw her his snap. 
“I’m passing the phone to the person that… yells at us wherever we go.” The screen blurred a bit before she saw Katsuki with both Ejirou and Tetsutetsu on his sides, he didn’t look happy. 
“I’m throwing the phone out the window.” He deadpanned before the video blurred and shook from someone trying to grab it. YN laughed and rested her head back on the seat, smiling at Mina who started recording on her phone. Shouto turned up the radio, YN didn’t recognize the song but it definitely got Hitoshi emotional. 
“Cause I’m under your spell! AAAAAHHHHH” Hitoshi sang and cried. He was caught in his emotions and was immersed in the song. 
“Sing your heart out baby.” Mina encouraged. 
“Sing Shouto!” Denki tried to make the quiet boy sing. 
“I can’t. I don’t know how to read.” Shouto mentioned. His grip on his juice box tightened as everyone in the car stared at him confused. 
“Sho.. What?” YN asked. 
“I’m not convinced I know how to read. I’ve just memorized a lot of words.” He stated. 
“Sho, baby, that’s basically what reading is.” YN said.
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The laughter was interrupted by Denki screaming in excitement. They were finally at Mcdonalds. YN leant forward to the front seats to get a closer look at the ordering screen, it was definitely smashed.
“Sho… Sho ask them what happened to their ordering screen….” YN whispered, patting the boy on his face.
“Hey what to your win…. What happened to your ordering screen?” Shouto stumbled his words out. 
“Somebody got McMad.” A voice replied. 
“Somebody got McMad?!” YN was just astounded. 
She fell back to her seat, and just couldn’t stop herself from giggling. Her head was swimming in good jokes and fun.
~~~1:00Am~~~
YN was balancing herself on the lines on the road. Occasionally stumbling, but maintaining her balance fairly well. In one hand she held a cheeseburger, and in the other she held her shoes. Her head was not focused, due to the spiked gatorade Mina gave her. YN recalled in her mind that it tasted like candy so she kept downing without pacing. 
“Fumi! Fumi, look at me!” she shouted. “I’m so good at this! I could be a tightrope walker!” 
Her concentration was broken when she heard loud sobbing. Poor TetsuTetsu was sobbing his eyes out to Katsuki and Ejirou. YN tried to make her way over to comfort him, but her legs were so shaky from balancing that she just stumbled to the ground. 
“If there is a God, he’d not f*kcin real! Or he’s not a good God!” TetsuTetsu sobbed. “He created bears and was like “NO HUGGING! You can’t hug bears!” What the f*ck!” 
The threw himself onto the ground, back rubbing against the pavement, and continued to cry. YN finally got herself up and walked back towards the restaurant. Finding herself next to Izuku and Hanta. Having no context for their conversation, she heard only the end. 
“You are Japanese.” Izuku reasoned.
“Nu uh!” Hanta argued. 
“What are you then?” YN asked. 
“I’m literally….Mexican.” Hanta stated. Izuku just burst into laughter. “YN knows I’m Mexican. She sees everything. Like a camera!” 
“I’m a butterfly~” YN sang and began twirling around. Eventually she bumped into the arms of Fumikage. 
“Let’s try not to make ourselves vomit. Hmm?” He reasoned, though he was certainly swaying from the alcohol.
~~~2:00 AM~~~
Fumikage had invited YN to sit with him in the M sign, but she was still cognizant enough to choose the roof of the McDonalds rather than the untable looking sign. She still sat on the edge, or near the edge to talk to her broody friend. With her on the roof were Hitoshi and Denki. The latter having short circuited himself out 20 minutes ago, so he wasn’t really listening to Hitoshi’s rant. Hitoshi didn’t seem to notice that, or YN who sat on the roof. 
“Then..then YN just walked away! She teased me! Saying “oh I’m not gonna be one of your hoes or some shiii..” What does that even Mean?!” Hitoshi grumbled and shouted. “I have no hoes Kaminari! These bitches don’t f8ck with me! So why the f8ck do I have this reputation huh?! I don’t have any hoes, these bitches don’t f8ck with me Kaminari!”
Fumikage stared unimpressed at Hitoshi’s ranting. YN didn’t even register most of what he was saying, instead choosing to lay her head on her folded arms and look at her friends on the ground. Mina seemed to be crying about some ghost grabbing her ass. 
~~~3:00 AM~~~
A whole hour had passed, YN was still on the roof with her friends staring down at the others on the ground. Hanta, Izuku, and Kyoka were sitting around the car, and Hanta seemed to be having some sort of panic attack. Her attention was then focused on the one person none of them wanted to catch them. 
“Shouta Aizawa!!!” Hanta shouted in a drunken panic. 
“You’re all grounded.” He was not happy. 
Hopefully they’d all enjoyed their night out. Cause tomorrow the hangover and the punishment from their teacher would make them regret it.
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Until death brings us together Chapter 4 : DEATH
Final chapter of my Ghost Shinsou x reader fic!
You can read it on AO3
Title: Until death brings us together
Stauts: Complete
Tags/Warnings: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness, pain, needles, perfusion, hospitals, mention of cancer, drugged drinks, ethylic coma, accidental death, suffering, disease, bullying, bittersweet ending
Rating: E
Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?
You fall into a routine with Hitoshi. A dangerous one. Dangerous for your sanity. Because it just feels too real. Like he’s an actual colleague, or a roommate, made of palpable flesh, supported by solid bones. You tend to forget he’s not even breathing.
He’s with you at work when you take your break alone; he’s here on your couch in the evening when you need to talk about the upsetting things that happened during your shift. He’s here in the morning, teasing you about being a zombie before you had your coffee. You have his undivided attention when you talk, as he has yours when he sometimes tells you about his parents with watery eyes in the late nights of the week-end. He doesn’t want to go see them; you asked.
Since he’s become your supernatural roommate (companion? Friend? ..? You don’t know, you’re not afraid of him, but of what you want to call him), you’re…. better. Surprisingly so. You should be afraid for your sanity; you still had the pills you wanted to take when you first noticed him, but things in your life are weirdly easier. It’s easier to talk with your colleagues, the doctors seem nicer, more approachable. More human. You truly realize you’re all in this together, and they’re flawed like you are, but it’s fine because Dr Stiles has a beautiful wife that he likes to call “his heart” and one of your stoical older colleagues is a grandmother now and talks about her grandson with tears of emotion in her eyes. They are touching. They are people like you are, and not robots who do the same routine as you,; people that you pass by without seeing them, without caring, despite being a nurse.
Kagura even apologizes to you one day. You accept to hang out with her again, because she’s not so rotten, just insecure. You only promise yourself you won’t make the mistake of not setting boundaries with her this time. Oddly you have a feeling it won’t be a problem. When you hear her laugh again for the first time in weeks, it brings a smile to your face.
Generally, you tend to see the silver linings of things a lot more than before, the brighter side of negative events, the glass half full. And it feels great actually. You feel better.
Your life is far from perfect, and work is still difficult, but you truly feel better. You even go as far as starting random conversation with strangers at the mall, in the café where you still like to hang out. There you often chat with the new barista, the one with freckles and a smile that feels like sunshine. You even got his number. His name is Izuku. But Izuku’s not the one towards whom your thoughts always drift out without your consent.
It’s bad, how important Hitoshi became in your life; how close he is to your heart, he who doesn’t exist anymore. Thanks to his presence, you never feel lonely; you’re capable of being brave; braver, because he’s never too far away from you, even when you can’t see him. And because of it, you selfishly refuse to let him go.
You did research on ghosts, browsing weird websites to gather information you’re not sure you can trust. And you’re convinced he’s here for a reason, which probably isn’t keeping company to a depressed meaningless little nurse. Yet you don’t want him to leave you, so you ignore all the stuff you read about ‘accomplishing something so they can finally rest in peace’. Given how he’s gone; how could he ever be at peace? All that stuff’s probably bullshit anyway… right? Sometimes you still feel guilty for not telling him about those unscientific researches; for not at least trying to set him free.
He never approaches the subject of the future with you. Maybe he’s content with your actual situation? Or maybe he can’t wrap his mind around the concept of leaving forever. Of disappearing. Everyone’s a little afraid of death. Maybe that’s just why he’s here in the first place? Because he doesn’t want to make the big jump. Because his death was so sudden he wasn’t prepared to go; and he’s still not ready to go.
That night, you’re in your bed, musing over all this bullshit under your blanket, unable to sleep.
You can’t sleep because you’re thinking of him, and those thoughts treacherously go towards the feelings you’ve grown towards him.
If only he was still alive. If only he was a resident in your hospital, things could be much simpler. Would have been much simpler. You don’t know the guys who did what they did to him and either they don’t care or they are traumatized. Either way you hate them. You feel like they robbed something from the both of you.
You could have loved him. Would have loved him.
It’s easy to let your thoughts wander to that fantasy. You imagine dates in cafés, ice-cream under the sun at the beach… and then more intimate situations.
Mindlessly, your hand has travelled down your stomach and between your legs. During one second you feel ashamed of what you’re about to do. But the desire burning deep into your core is stronger. Your libido has been down for months because of your state of mind, and now that its awakened, the need you feel for release is unbearable.
It’s not difficult to imagine Hitoshi above you. Your creative mind offers to fill in the gaps as you picture his naked body; lean but muscular., taking you while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear in that smooth voice of his. His resonates clear and deep in your mind and his half-lidded purple eyes watching you are easy to picture.
“Hitoshi please” You don’t hear yourself breathe his name with your pulse pounding against your temples.
You’re almost there.
“Yes?”
His voice has the effect of an icing shower and you jolt up, grabbing your blanket to hide yourself, to hide the activities you were abandoning yourself to.
“W-what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You ask too quickly, a little panicked.
“I just arrived, I thought you called me”
“I didn’t.. I-”
You stop when it occurs to you that maybe you moaned his name. A desperate groan escapes you and you hide your burning face under the blanket. A moment of heavy silence, and then Hitoshi dares to ask : “Were you doing what I think you were doing?”
You roll yourself until you’re a blanket burrito facing away from him.
“Do you want me to leave?” He asks next, maybe a little bit embarrassed. At least he doesn’t sound angry.
You groan again and try to disappear into a mountain of blankets. You’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.
There’s a moment of silence, and you think he’s gone, never to come back given how disgusted he must be with you.
But you think you feel the blankets shift when in truth they don’t shift at all, and his voice is closer to your ear when he says. “I have to admit I’m kind of flattered”
You peak out from under your blanket, face so hot you’re surprised there isn’t smoke coming out of your ears. “Really?”
Hitoshi, who’s lying on his side ontop of the covers, facing you, graces you with a bashful smile. “Really”
“You’re definitely not real”
He chuckles at your comment, the sound of it music to your ears.
“I’m sorry” You mumble, mouth hidden by your blanket.
“I’m sorry too….” He tells you, and then there is a shift in his eyes. “That I can’t be with you like this”
He’s very intently looking at you, and the mood changes back to something more serious. “That I can’t touch you the way you want me to” He continues, and the way his voice lowered has you shiver. The tension is back in you, the desire renewed between your legs from just a few words.
“I wish I could feel how soft you are, how smooth your skin is” He confesses, his dark amethyst eyes never leaving your body, trying to see more, like he can see through the barrier of your blanket.
One hand slowly moves towards you, and although he can’t, it’s like he’s cupping your cheek. “How sweet you would taste”
There’s a tingling in your lips when his thumb ghosts over them. It’s like you can feel him there next to you. The warmth of his touch, almost real, sending electricity coursing in your veins wherever the echo of his skin touches yours.
“I would kiss those perfect lips”
His fingers travel down to the hollow of your neck, and his face comes closer, his lips close to your ear as he whispers: “I would make love to you all night long”
A sigh escapes you and the previous ache you felt in your core awakens again, burning ten times harder. You’re probably going mad at this point, because no one touching you as ever felt as good as Hitoshi just being here next to you, talking to you.
“Go on, don’t be shy, let me admire you, my pretty kitten”
The pet name makes your cheeks heat up. Still, you push your blanket away, unashamed of showing him your body now that you’re excited. You instinctively know he’ll take care of you and help you tend to your needs.
“Yes, just like that. You’re so beautiful” Beside lust, there’s a hint of another emotion in his voice, something like regret or sadness that he’s trying to hide. But your brain stops focusing on it the second he says:  “Now touch yourself for me.”
Your heart skips a beat in your chest before it races, your blood pounding in your ears. You close your eyes and let his voice guide you, fill your mind until the only thing you can think about is him. Obediently, your hand travels down to resume your previous activities. Hitoshi is so close to you. You’re sure he’s watching your every move. You’d love to see the look in his eyes; maybe he’s licking his lips from time to time. But you still feel a bit shy and it’s easier to keep your eyes closed and abandon yourself to the pleasure you’re sinking into.
“That’s it. My sweet kitten. So nice to everyone. You deserve to feel good”
You whimper, the pace of your hand on your clit increasing. You’re so close already. You’ve never been so aroused so quickly and if you weren’t so lost in the moment, you would feel ashamed of nearing the age so easily.
“Let me make you feel good”
He’s so smooth, feeding you with praises in a steady flow that brings wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through your whole body. Slowly your arousal builds up with the way he keeps bringing it higher and higher from his voice alone, like he’s growing a fire by slowly but meticulously blowing onto its embers.
“I want to hear every breath I would draw from you”  
The ghost of his touch tingles under your skin, warm and inviting, comforting.
“Say my name again”
You obey, crying out his name just before a powerful orgasm steals your voice and all the air from your lungs.
It takes you a moment to come to, and when you open your eyes, Hitoshi is still lying next to you, a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips. You feel shy again, exposed in only your underwear when he’s fully dressed. You bring the blanket up to your neck and his smile becomes gentler when he sees the way you’re blushing.
“Feeling good?” He asks, shifting closer.
“Perfect” You whisper. “Thank you”
“My pleasure” The melody of his low purr almost makes you want to have another go at whatever ghost sex you just had. But your muscles are sore, and you feel exhausted.
You don’t have time to ask him if you can somehow return the favour, even if he doesn’t have a body, because your eyelids fall heavily over your eyes, and you feel yourself helplessly drifting to sleep.
“Sweet dreams kitten” He whispers, and as you close your eyes, there’s a warmth on your forehead where you imagine he’s gently kissing you.
“Good night Hitoshi” You try to whisper before falling asleep.
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The next day, you are in an excellent mood. You spend a lazy Sunday at home, drinking hot chocolate while watching a movie as rain pours outside your window.
Hitoshi appears at one point and the smile you give him is positively beaming. He sits next to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and you chat about the work that awaits you this week at the hospital.
In that moment, close to him, you feel content. You feel complete and at peace. You hope he feels it too; that calm.
That night you throw away the pills before his eyes, and when you go to bed, Hitoshi is not too far, and there’s no anxiety to keep you awake.
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Your honey-moon phase is short lived. What goes up must always come down they said, and things soon started to go downhill.
It starts the next week-end when you go to your usual café. Hitoshi’s sitting across from you, and the next moment he’s not. Cut mid-sentence he disappears. When he comes back, you brush it off with a smile. However these incidents keep happening more and more often. At home, when he’s next to you, you don’t feel the warmth from before anymore, and looking at it more closely, he’s becoming more see-through with each day.  You have more and more difficulty seeing him, hearing him, and he looks more and more transparent, the tips of his hair and his fingertips sometimes even blurred, like he’s fading into the atmosphere.
At first you deny he’s starting to vanish from your life. But you can’t hide from the truth forever, and you have to face the fear that keeps you awake at night.
Then, you start feeling selfish, for. How could you help him feel at peace like he helped you? You realize you can’t live like this forever. You’ll grow old, and what will happen to him? Will he stay in between forever? Is there something you can do so his soul can rest in peace before he just disappears?
With these thoughts soon comes another question: if you killed yourself, would you be able to stay with him as a ghost forever? No, you can’t let yourself think like that. You have your whole life ahead of you when he was robbed of his. He would never forgive you if you ended it for him. And he would be right about it.
You’re so caught up in your racing thoughts and anxiety that you barely even enjoy the few moments you manage to spend with Hitoshi.
One rainy day, when you get home from work after no seeing him during your shift, despite calling for him, you find him waiting for you beside the couch.
He looks sickly pale, even for a ghost.
The way he softly says your name when he invites you to sit down breaks your heart.
“I think it’s time for me to go”
You want to stand up, to confront him and if the gesture he makes with his hand to appease you is enough to keep you sitting, it doesn’t stop your voice from cracking.
“What do you mean. Go where?!”
The pained look in his eyes is torture to watch.
“ Since the day you threw away those pills away, I have more and more difficulty maintaining myself here. My consciousness is getting blurry and in my mind it feels like there’s something pulling at me, trying to lead me somewhere. And I think I need to follow it” He clutched an the blurry fabric of his shirt, just where his heart should be. “I feel it in my gut, my job here is done. You’re safe, so I can go. ”
This time you get up. You try to embrace him, but this time your arms just pass through him.
“Please no, don’t go, I need you. I can’t live without you!” You can’t stop the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. Angry and sad, you try to grab at him, to hit him, to push him, whatever it takes to just keep him here with you.
“You know we can’t stay like this. You need to move forward, to enjoy your future. I won’t change, I’m not even really here. I will only hold you back if I stay. I have to see what’s next. I’m not afraid anymore. You gave me courage” His smile doesn’t reach his teary eyes.
“But it’s unfair, you helped me so much” You sob, your tired arms falling to your sides.
“You heart is too tender for this world. But it is not a bad thing. You are a good person. You help people” Hitoshi’s voice is harder and harder to hear, slowly becoming a low whisper. “Live for the two of us. Enjoy. I wish we had met earlier but if at least I could help you so you wouldn’t end up like me, I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. Live long and live well… ”  You can’t see his legs anymore, and his waist is starting to evaporated into the air, like he never existed.
You’re powerless. From the beginning you were powerless. You hate that he was given to you and that now he’s taken from you. God, spirits, the devil, you despise whoever put you through these wonderful moments just to rob you of them. You despise the guys who had Hitoshi killed…. But amongst the pain and sorrow, you manage to tell him the most important thing. The thing you don’t regret.
“I love you” You cry, and the look of surprise on his face is blurred by his fading contours and the tears streaming down your face.
His amethyst eyes widen before they soften. He forces one last smile for you and if his last words are barely an echo of a noise, you’ll never forget them “I would have loved you too”
In front of you there’s nothing but empty air. Around you the only sound is that of silence. You fall to your knees and cry your heart out for him.
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The next day, you call in sick. You don’t want to do anything, don’t want to see anyone. You leave Kagura’s worried messages on ‘unread’.  You rummage through your trash can, looking for the pills, but they’re long gone.
The next week, you at least take a shower before going to work, your only intention being to steal the pills again. At night, the bottle in hand, you look yourself into the mirror. Dark bags under your eyes, pale skin and untended hair… you look like shit. You look into that poor girl’s eyes; that poor girl who has her whole life waiting for her. You throw the bottle of pills against the wall with all your force before you start crying again.
The next month. You accept to go out with Kagura. The pain so vivid before is a dull ache that makes you feel numb. You don’t want to do anything, but you let her take you wherever she wants. When she goes to use the bathroom, the bubbly freckled barista comes to have a chat with you. He manages to bring a small smile to your face.
The next year, you’re texting Izuku in the train that brings you to Hitoshi’s hometown. You place white lilies on his grave and pray that he’s in a better place.
Years later, you marry that cute barista who brightens your life like sunshine. When the two of you have children, you make sure to show them they’re not alone and listen to their struggles. You are overjoyed when they become parents too. You keep your job as a nurse until your retire and with your husband and family, you overcome all the smaller troubles that life brings you.
At the end of a full life with no regrets, in your hospital bed, you close your eyes and greet death like an old friend. A tall figure extends a pale hand to you at the end of a tunnel of light. You get closer and find shiny violets eyes wrinkled with the hint of a smile. You take the silhouette’s hand, unafraid.
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shionancientsblog · 1 year
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Welcome!
Spring season started and our staff is excited to open up the Cafe with its new Easter Special Menu.
Our grand opening was very successful so we decided to bring this event for the upcoming holiday for your hearts content.
In your order you need to specify:
The size
The type of drink
The flavor (only one flavor per order)
A dessert (if you desire)
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If you're worried of not being able to submit your order in time, worries not, the Cafe will re-open every second week of the month (except for May, June and August).
The event is open from the 1st of April to the 8th at 8pm.
Our links:
Masterlist
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*Oh! And just to make sure there won't be any misunderstandings this is NOT an April's Fools post*
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my-faymelodyz · 1 year
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I AM SO SORRY YALL I MEANT TO POST THE “AZUMI IN LOVE” THING LIKE 3 DAYS AGOO
Anyways now y’all get her not only in love but being in love :]
The last one is ugly and I forgot I actually had green and black colored pencils but whatever :///
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