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Chapter 1 ~ She’s Got Two Little Horns & They Get Me Little Bit ~ part 1

Rating: M 18+ minors DNI

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto/ Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

Warnings: teasing ~ grinding ~ sub Bakugou vibes ~ misuse of quirks ~ swearing ~ slight dub con ~ setting the scene ~ smutty smut in next part ~ devil/demon reader

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series but can be read on own

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Katsuki groaned, rubbing his hands together in a desperate attempt to rub some feeling and warmth back into them. He hated the cold with a passion almost as fierce as his anger and being forced to stand around outside in October whilst waiting for his idiot friends was not his idea of a good time. He had made a promise though, denying himself the warmth and comfort of the bar so he could make sure dumb and dumber actually made it to the stupid party their entire graduating class seemed to be going to. It wasn’t just any party though. No, Katsuki had gone and gotten himself stuck attending a stupid Halloween party like the idiot he clearly was.

It would be an understatement to say that he wasn’t a fan of Halloween. It was a pointless holiday, just an excuse for kids to dress up and get free candy and for the adults to dress as slutty as they could without society being bothered by it for once whilst also getting so drunk they can barely wobble the few steps from whatever party they stumbled from and into a taxi. Normally Katsuki would be on patrol, volunteering himself and unintentionally dragging Shoto along with him all because their idiot boss just assumed that because they were hero partners they were incapable of doing things separately now. Shoto never complained though and they would spend the night wandering the streets, Katsuki yelling at the drunken idiots when they predictably got too rowdy and started acting like they had lost all sense of common decency. Something Katsuki wasn’t too sure they had in the first place considering some of the gross behaviour he had seen over the years.

Katsuki’s luck had run out this year though and despite his insistence to be scheduled in he had found himself with the night off and no one of those useless extras at the agency willing to swap with him. He hadn’t been given the choice of staying at home, practically having been forced by Mina to attend the stupid impromptu school reunion. So here he was, freezing his balls off outside the train station waiting for dunce face and soy sauce to turn up. They were late though and Katsuki was seriously considering ditching them all and going to find a coffee shop to hide away in. He probably would have if he hadn’t already promised to walk home with Shoto. Though the other man probably wouldn’t care if Katsuki ditched him. He would be the only one that felt that way though and Katsuki wasn’t that much of an asshole that he would leave his idiotic boyfriend to deal with the idiot squad all on his own.

“Bakubro!” His dumb nuckname rang out through the night air, loud and annoyingly cheerful. He had gotten used to it over the years, no longer blowing up with anger when it was used. Therapy had helped with that, helped him come to terms with the fact it was a sign of the affection his friends had for him and not an attempt to annoy him like he originally thought back when they had first started using it. That didn’t stop Katsuki from groaning though and trying to shrink back into his jacket as people started to look around, trying to find the source of the disturbance, not that they could miss the electric blonde hero.

“Hey blasty!” Denki cried out as he flung an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders, yanking the blonde down into a hug. “Get the hell off me,” he growled, shoving the other man off of him with a little more force than was probably necessary. Denki was used to it by now though and laughed it off, righting himself quickly before he tripped over his own feet and ended up sprawled on his ass in the road. Katsuki huffed, grumbling under his breath about idiots and their lack of understanding about personal space as he turned to fully face them only for the words to die on his lips when he saw what the other two men were wearing.

Katsuki had refused to dress up when Mina had brought it up, threatening to not even go if she didn’t stop harping on about it and how he would be the only one not dressed up. Like he was actually supposed to care about that. It was one thing to be goo to this ridiculous party, it was another to actively go out of his way to take part in the stupid fancy dress requirement that Mina had insisted on. Katsuki didn’t do dress up, refused to make a spectacle of himself like that but it seemed like the others hadn’t been as opposed to it as he was. Go figure he would get stuck babysitting two idiots who were more than happy to demean themselves if it got them laid at the end of the night. Mina was definitely trying to get her own back, Katsuki was sure of it. Well that and the fact Denki and Sero apparently had no self respect.

Denki was wearing a red, high collared shirt that he had left open at the top to expose the top of his chest, the cuffs so long that they almost covered his hands. He had a red waistcoat over the top, with black lapels and accents that stood out against the vast amounts of red, though he had thankfully forgone the red theme with the rest of his outfit instead going with smart black trousers and black high tops to round it off. Though the outfit was hideous in Katsuki’s opinion it wasn’t the worst thing about the whole ensemble, the idiot having finished the look off with a tacky pair of black horns and matching little black bat wings that seemed to flap every time he moved.

Though Hanta had dressed up he had committed to it quite as much as the electric blonde had. He had gone for what was clearly a crappy store bought mummy costume, bits of slightly yellow cloth hanging off his arms and wrapped around his body. The two of them truly looked like the idiots they were and were drawing way too much attention for Katsuki’s liking.

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” he grunted, eyeing them with disdain as he quickly began to head down the street and towards the bar. Either they would keep up or not, it wasn’t Katsuki’s problem if they were too slow. “I’m a sexy demon,” Denki stated confidently as he bounced up to Katsuki’s side, looking more like a pleased puppy than anything else. “Ain’t nothing sexy about your dumb ass,” Katsuki scoffed. Hanta snorted in laughter as Denki placed a hand over his exposed bit of chest. “You wound me,” he gasped, feigning hurt like the dramatic little shit he was. “At least we made an effort, unlike you,” Hanta teased, poking Katsuki in the side. Katsuki turned to snarl at him, slapping his hand away when he tried to poke him again. “Like hell I would be stupid enough to do something like that. I’m not a fucking child unlike you idiots”. Denki rolled his eyes at Katsuki’s insult. “I bet you would have if Y/N was here,” he grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at Hanta like Katsuki wasn’t right there. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the other man, lips curling up into a snarl.

It was a well-known fact that Katsuki was wrapped so tightly around Y/N's finger that if she said to jump off a building he would probably ask what one instead of telling her where to shove it. The only comfort was that Shoto was just as bad if not worse. At least Katsuki had the good sense to question what was being asked of him, most of the time. Shoto would just take it at face value and do whatever she asked. It’s how Katsuki had come home one day to Shoto naked and on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor whilst Y/N sat on the sofa eating cake and smiling like she had gotten the best gift ever. Not that Katsuki was complaining but you would think after all these years the stupid candy cane would have learnt not to just do what people told him.

If she had been here Katsuki might have considered the whole dressing up like an idiot thing she wasn’t so Katsuki hadn’t even thought twice about saying no. She wasn’t coming to the party, instead stuck seven hours away in Okinawa with shitty hair, helping out with some human trafficking thing of ‘exotic’ quirked people because Y/N knew how to bullshit bad guys and Eijiro made a good body guard. Not that Katsuki was jealous about his best friend getting all of her attention. Nope. Not at all. Especially not considering neither he or Shoto had actually spoken to the women for the last three days apart from the one text every day that told them she was fine. So, no she wasn’t there and therefore there was no one who would be able to get Katsuki to dress up like some mangled approximation of something that was barely associated with Halloween.

“Even if he isn’t dressed up we could always pass him off as some sort of rabid, wolf dog, human hybrid thing,” Hanta gestured at Katsuki as he spoke and the blonde actually growling at him and flashing his teeth in a display of annoyance. “There you go. Already getting into the role,” Denki shouted excitedly and slapped Katsuki on the back hard, causing him to stumble forward slightly. That’s it, Katsuki had had enough. He was going to kill them and he would make sure no one found the bodies.

Before he could do anything though the other men came to a stop before a rather unassuming building that looked more like a run down office building then the location of a high end bar. “We’re here!” Denki shouted, throwing his arms up in the air in triumph. Katsuki eyed the building sceptically, not really trusting his friend's judgement but a quick check on his phone's GPS proved that they were at the address Mina had given him just a few hours ago. Resigned to his fate and in desperate need of a drink Katsuki strode towards the building, shoving the doors open with a grunt and stepped through into the room beyond.

The first thing that hit him was the noise followed by the sheer amount of people. The place was packed with people in all kinds of costumes, some more elaborate than others and some just downright indecent to be out in public in. Katsuki could spot a few of his old classmates amongst the crowd, though their current state of dress made it harder to pick them out. Glasses and ponytail were unmissable in their matching Frankenstein and Mrs Frankenstein outfits, Iida’s choppy movements so recognisable that it was odiously him under all that weird blue/grey face paint. Mina was in the far corner dressed as a sexy astronaut of all things with a few other girls that Katsuki couldn’t make out huddled around her and he could definitely make out Tokoyami is and Asui lurking in a dark corner at the end of the bar, Tokoyami not looking much different to normal apart from the large scythe he was carry whilst Asui was dressed up like some sort of fairy or something. Katsuki couldn’t really tell through all the lilies and vines covering her.

Music was pumping loudly from speakers dotted around the room, the sound of people laughing and chatting just as loud and mixing with the thumb of music to make it almost unintelligible. Grouaning Katsuki rubbed at his temple, he could already feel a headache coming on and if he stayed here longer than an hour it was sure to get worse and leave him an irritated and grumpy mess. It wouldn’t get that bad though. Katsuki was only staying long enough for a drink, maybe two at a push, making it known that he had shown up then he was finding Shoto and taking the idiot home before Mina and round cheeks could get him drunk again. He was not having a repeat of last time when he had practically had to carry the other man home and then listen to him puke his guts up in the toilet. He loved the guy but there were some things he didn’t want to experience twice.

“This is amazing,” Denki screamed in his ear as he slung his arm over Katsuki’s shoulders, bouncing excitedly on the spot like a toddler that had had too much sugar. Katsuki grunted in response. It was not amazing. It was loud and annoying and he wanted to leave already. “I need a drink,” he grumbled, not waiting for an answer before he started to push his way through the crowd of people and towards the bar. If they wanted a drink they would follow him, knowing damn well that Katsuki wouldn’t get it for them. Not when he was in his current mood anyway.

“Holy shit,” Hanta exclaimed excitedly as the bar finally came into view, slapping a hand out and stopping Katsuki from going any further. The blonde scowled at the other man, already shoving his arm out the way and yelling at him for getting in Katsuki’s way. Hanta wasn’t paying attention to him though, wasn’t even looking at Katsuki, his eyes instead trained on the bar and looking like all his dreams had come true at once. Huffing Katsuki turned to see what had the other man's attention. Katsuki practically choked on his tongue, his eyes going wide in suprise as they landed on who had caught Hanta’s attention.

Leant against the bar was what Katsuki could only best describe as the devil herself.

Her back was to them, the women leant forward across the bar to talk to the bartender who was clearly trying not to stare at the women’s tits and failing miserably, looking noticeably flustered as his eyes kept darting away from her only to be drawn back. Her skin was crimson red, the black of her all leather outfit standing out even more because of it and it was quite the eye arching outfit. Her trousers were like a second skin, pulled tight across her ass with a small hole having been cut in the top to make room for her long red tail to poke through. The tip was flat tapering and in the shape of a spade, the tip sharp like an arrow head that looked dangerous even from across the room. Katsuki could only see two thin straps to indicate she was wearing a top, her back bare and curved as she leant even further across the bar, sticking her ass out just that little more.

Katsuki could just see the curves of two large horns that curled up and around her head but the main thing to hold his attention were the large black and red leathery wings that were folded against her back. They reached from above her head almost all the way down to the floor, the end of each spine seeming to have a sharp claw attached to it that just added to the whole unholy demonic vide she had going on. She looked like fucking sin incarnate and Katsuki hadn’t even seen the front yet. Shit, he shouldn’t be looking. He was in an established and committed relationship, a happy goddamned man with no need to be staring at some extras ass like they were a piece of meat. He was going to be in so much trouble if Shoto and Y/N ever found out about this.

“Now that’s a sexy demon,” Hanta exclaimed loudly, smacking Denki on the back and jarring him out of his drooling. He made a weird noise somewhere between a whine and a sob, eyes still firmly fixed on the women and looking more terrified than anything else. “Well, wish me luck,” Hanta exclaimed, winking at them before striding purposely up to the women’s side. “Oh my god he’s going to get eaten,” Denki mumbled, gripping tightly at Katsuki’s arm and stepping into the blonde's personal space. Katsuki knew Hanta was desperate at this point to find someone to settle down with but he hadn’t struck Katsuki as the kind of person to be into, well, that. Maybe Katsuki should film his inevitable failure so they could all get a good laugh later because Katsuki was sure a woman like that was going to take one look at Hanta and laugh in his face. Well that or eat him alive.

Hanta slid up to her with a wide smile, sprouting some crap that Katsuki couldn’t here only for a look of panic to cross his face as she turned her head to look at him. His eyes quickly darted over to his friends, looking like he had seen hell itself and trembling lips trying to form words but before he could get anything out a large wing opened up, blocking him from view. “Katsuki do something,” Denki whined, tugging on Katsuki’s arm like some little kid. “Like what?” he grunted, yanking his arm from the other man’s grip. “I don’t know, go over there and growl or something. You’re a guard dog, go guard,” he gestured towards their friend. Katsuki clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth at yet another mention of him being a dog. He was going to strangle Shinso for telling dunce face that was what he called him. Right after he saved his idiot friend from whatever trouble he had let his dick get him into this time.

“Fine,” Katsuki snapped, “but if she tries to eat my soul you better be ready to get haunted”. Katsuki rolled his shoulders, psyching himself up to go tell some random women to back off to save his idiot friend from his own choices but before he could even take a step towards the bar the wing shifted and Hanta came scrambling back, looking both embarrassed and horrified. “Hey man, you okay?” Denki asked in concern but the other man ignored him, instead turning to face Katsuki. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise and when I did she…I tried to get away but she’s so….I’m so sorry. Please don’t kill me,” Hanta rushed out in a jumbled mess, Katsuki only just understanding the words though they made little sense. “Huh?” he asked dumbly and Hanta audibly swallowed before gesturing back to the bar, his hand noticeably trembling. Frowning, Katsuki turned back to look at the devil women.

She had turned round, her elbows now resting on the bar and wings spread a little to accommodate them, the things curling around her and blooming her off from the other people still jostling for attention at the bar. Slowly Katsuki dragged his eyes up over her exposed stomach across her leather clad breasts, her bra shaped to look like hands and only just seeming to hold everything in. His searching gaze continued up past sharp white fangs just visible behind smirking blood red lips, all the way up to completely black eyes that he knew were staring right back at him. Katsuki sucked in a breath as realisation dawned on him.

“Oh shit you hit on Y/N,” Denki gasped, sounding equal parts shocked, horrified and amused. He had finally let go of Katsuki, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other hand balled up into a fist that he had pressed against his mouth in an attempt to keep his laughter in though it was doing nothing to hide his smile. “I’m so sorry Kats. I didn’t mean anything by it,” Hanta pleaded, a slight edge of hysterical desperation to his voice but Katsuki wasn’t paying him any attention, his eyes still fixed on the women at the bar. Y/N lifted her glass to her lips, the amber liquid sloshing around as she sipped from it. It was only then that he noticed how long and sharp her nails were, looking more like claws than anything and stained black, like she had dipped her fingers into a tub of black paint. “Come on. Let’s go before his brain starts working again and he actually kills you”. Katsuki just grunted as the other two made a quick escape. Later he would definitely punch soy sauce in the arm for hitting on her but right now he was too preoccupied with the woman who was now slowly making her way towards him, all grace and confidence like a panther hunting its prey.

“Hey handsome,” she smiled, coming to a stop just in front of him, close but not touching. It was weird not having to look down to meet her eyes, the heels she had on putting her just about his height so she could stare directly at him. Katsuki licked at his lips, his eyes darting down to her red ones. He had missed her, more than he had realised until she once again stood in front of him, looking both familiar and very much not at the same time. “You’re here,” he whispered, his voice too quiet for the crowded space and thankfully hiding the almost dreamy quality to his voice. She smiled, something small yet knowing and Katsuki quickly shook off the surprised dumb thing he had going on. Eyes narrowing he stared directly into those black pools she called eyes and demanded to know, “what the hell you doing here?” It was rude and abrasive but it wasn’t like any one could blame him. As far as he and Shoto knew she was supposed to be out in Okinawa for at least another week still and yet here she was, looking like something she had just stepped off the cover of some cheesy rock album.

Her lips parted in a smirk, those white fangs on display again. She placed her hands on his chest, those long and dangerous nails pressing down ever so slightly. Not enough to hurt but just enough to feel it. It was habit that had Katsuki reaching out, placing both his hands on her hips and pulling her those few in chest closer so they were almost touching. She was warm, noticeably so and though Katsuki was no longer cold he wanted to bury his face in her neck and press their bodies together so he could soak up all that heat. Before he could do that though she was talking, her voice annoyingly smug. “Turns out me and Eijiro are just that good and we finished ahead of schedule so we thought we would surprise you”.

She inclined her head to the side, her smile turning softer as she looked at something beyond the crowd of people around them. Frowning, Katsuki turned his head in the same direction, red eyes search the crowd only to land on Mina and Eijiro, the pinkett letting out a loud squeal as she launched herself at the man, flinging her arms around his neck and almost pulling him over in her excitement. “She definitely looks surprised,” Katsuki mumbled, still watching as the red head wrapped his arms around Mina’s waist and spun her round, clearly just as excited as she had been. Y/N chuckled, her hands sliding up across his pecs and over his shoulders, looping her arms around his neck and stepping in just that little bit closer. “Are you surprised, my love?” she practically purred in his ear, sending a tinge of excitement down his spine. “Very,” he smirked. Turning his attention back to her and giving the other couple some semblance of privacy he took one hand off her waist, lifting it to cup her cheek instead. She smiled softly, turning her head to nuzzle his palm. “Missed you,” she sighed, her hot breath puffing out over his wrist and sending a shiver down his spine. He felt cold, everywhere apart from where they were touching, her heat seeping into him and making his skin tingle like it had been burned. It was almost too much, just scaring the edges of discomfort but at the moment it was like she was a roaring fire and he a cold traveler huddled close for warmth. He felt safe with her in his arms, knowing full well that she had perfect control over what she was doing.

Katsuki’s smirk eased into a soft smile, his thumb gently rubbing against her cheek. “Missed you too”. Honestly, it was a little pathetic how much he had missed her. After all these years and her annual trips to London as well as the odd mission away and job with Takahashi Enterprises Katsuki would have thought he would have gotten used to it all by now and for the most part he had but he still felt her absence when she was away and longed for her return. He was more grumpy when they were apart, Shoto just as bad though he got quieter. It was the same if Shoto was off on a mission, or even him. At this point they had spent so much time together as a three that it just didn’t feel right if one third was missing. Though, the reunion sex was always someonthing else, desperate and messy and solidifying that they were home, together again.

Katsuki slipped the hand on her cheek down, instead curling it loosely around her neck. His thumb gently brushed over her soft bottom lip, tugging it down gently so he could see just a hint of sharp fangs. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the get up?” It was a valid question, one that had been niggling at the back of his mind since realising it was her but he had been too distracted by her sudden appearance to question it, until now that was. Her lips parted slightly, black eyes watching him intently as she sucked the tip of his thumb between her lips. Katsuki sucked in a breath as all his attention zeroed in her mouth and his now spit slicked digit. Her teeth nipped at the pad, her tongue following to soothe the sting. It felt odd though, not quite the same as he was used to but it still had his pulse racing and his dick twitching.

“You don’t like it?” she asked with a pout, letting his thumb fall from her lips. “Didn’t say that,” he grunted, voice low and rough and full of his want. No he liked it, liked it a lot, horns and all. He was already thinking about what she would look like on her hands and knees, crying out his name as he fucked her senseless, those black wings spread out and he head tipped back from the right hold he had on one of her horns. She smirked, wide and a little dangerous, her hand curling around the back of his neck and sharp nails scratching at the base of his skull. She hummed, leaning in to ghost her lips across his cheek. “Good because I have all sorts of wicked things I want to try,” she whispered teasingly in his ear, her hot breath tickling and sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He barely suppressed the groan that wanted to burst free, his grip tightening on her waist in an attempt to ground himself.

“What kind of things?” Katsuki managed to get out through the haze of lust taking over his mind. He tipped his head to the side as she began to kiss and nip at his jaw, letting out a low rumbling moan as she latched into a particularly sensitive spot. Katsuki slid his hand back from her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair and cradling the back of her skull in an attempt to keep her mouth pressed against that spot just below his ear. Vaguely he was aware of Y/N laughing, something low and teasing but he could find it in him to care, especially not when those sharp fangs pressed against his racing pulse, the threat of them sinking in getting his pulse thumping and his hardening dick twitching.

She tugged at his hair, forcing his head back and to the side so she could get at more of his neck and this time Katsuki couldn’t catch the loud and desperate groan in time. Her horns bumped against his chin and Katsuki was struck by the sudden urge to grab them, to wrap his hands around them and use them to drive her head down as he fucked up into her mouth. Shit they needed to stop. Katsuki was already half hard, his brain feeling oddly clouded as his want for the other women grew. They were in the middle of a crowded room for fucks sake, surrounded buy friends a whole bunch of extras that Katsuki had never seen before in his life. She looked different enough that people probably hadn’t recognised her yet but Katsuki didn’t have that luxury. People were quick to judge and the fact was, to them at least, he was letting some random devil women suck on his neck like a starving vampire. It was as scandal waiting to happen and he didn’t even have Shoto there to bake him up and make it obvious who was gnawing on his neck.

“Play a game with me?” she whispered in his ear before nipping at the lobe, sucking on it before letting it go with a wet pop. Katsuki screwed his eyes shut, trying to steady his suddenly racing heart. This was a bad idea and it couldn’t possibly end well for either of them. No, that wasn’t completely true. It would most likely end in some amazing sex but the getting from here to there part would most likely be a headache at best and having issue a public apology at worst. He needs to put a stop to this before it can get any further out of hand than it already is but he can’t bring himself to push her away, his grip on her waist tightening to the point that it must be painful just at the thought of putting even an inch of space between them.

The hand that wasn’t in Katsuki’s hair slid back down his chest, fingers pressing against every muscle until she found the edge of his t-shirt. She quickly slid her hand under the fabric, her hand splaying over his abs as she stepped forward, slotting her leg between his and pressing her thighs against his straining erection. “Fuck,” he cursed as quietly as he could and getting an amused laugh in return. Everything thought of stopping vanished from his mind, Katsuki unable to stop himself from grinding against her leather clad thigh. “Latter,” she teased, shifting her leg against him to give him the slightest bit of friction. With a gasp Katsuki tipped his head forward, resting it against her shoulder.

Something was wrong. He shouldn’t be this far gone already and in a room full of people at that. Shoto was the exhibitionist not him. Katsuki didn’t like people watching unless it was Y/N or Shoto and only ever in the privacy of their own home. He felt hot, his skin prickling with electricity everywhere she was touching. His heart was racing, his breathing heavy and slightly shaky. “What...what are y…you doing?” Katsuki managed to groan out, his hips rolling forward to get more friction on his now fully erect dick. She stepped back slightly, moving her leg away from where it had been pressed against his groin and Katsuki actually whimpered, trying to pull her back towards him but she wouldn’t let him. Her hand flattened against his abs as the other tightened in his hair and yanked his head back. Katsuki cried out, eyes snapping open at the sudden sting of pain. He didn’t even know when he had closed them. His eyes stung with unshed tears, his hazy gaze fixed on the women before him. He felt like he was falling apart, his fingers twitching with the need to feel her and his arousal burning through his veins like he was full of acid and brimstone. This wasn't right and Katsuki could feel his panic groaning, nipping at the edges of his lust and turning the feeling sour.

“Hey, shush. It’s ok,” she coed softly, the tight grip she had on his hair loosening so she could pet softly at the stands. “You’re ok, all I was doing was amplifying your feelings, see? All gone”. It happened as soon as she let go of him, Y/N stepping back slightly to give him some space. The loss was like a slap to the face, everything slamming back into focus as the all-consuming arousal vanished like it had been blinked out of existence. Gasping Katsuki stumbled back slightly, eyes wide as they darted around the room, the panic finally settling in fully along with his rapidly growing anger. He had been fucking grinding on her leg like a dog in heat, moaning and groaning like a cheap whore in a room full of people. She had no right to do that to him, to make him lose control like that against his will. Fuck! He was so embarrassed, so angry and her sad little pout wasn’t helping. Something shifted and it’s then that Katsuki noticed that she had unfolded her wings, wrapping them halfway around Katsuki and hiding them from view of the rest of the room. The next thing he noticed was that no one was even looking at them, all absorbed in their own little bubbles. It was as if they didn't exist, the two of them seemingly invisible to the rest of the room.

Frowning, Katsuki reached out, waving his hand in front of some random extras face next to him. They didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink, just carried on with their conversation like Katsuki wasn’t two seconds away from smacking them in the face to see if they would react to it. “You didn’t actually think I would let anyone else see you like that did you?” Y/N asked, her voice small and sad sounding. Katsuki snapped his head back round to glare at her, finding her with an arm wrapped around her stomach and looking off to the side. She looked like a puppy who had just been told off, a vast contrast to the starving succubus she had been just moments before. “The fuck do you think your doing?” he snapped, stepping back into her space despite the fact he was still angry at her. She pouted, tilting her head forward slightly and Katsuki knew that if he could see her eyes she would be looking up at him through her lashes, pretending to be all coy and shit, like she hadn’t just had Katsuki on the verge of begging her to let him fuck her for all their friends and random extras to see. It was a good job Shoto wasn’t there because that was probably exactly what would have happened, it was the little perverts biggest fantasy come to life.

She had the decency to look sheepish, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and letting a fang dig into the plumb flesh. Despite his still simmering anger Katsuki still felt that familiar twinge of interest, his fingers itching with the need to tug her lip out from between her teeth and replace it with his own. Shit. It had been that long since they had sex, she’d only been gone a few weeks and it wasn’t like he and Shoto had been living like monks whilst you had been gone. Maybe it was the weird quirk you had picked or maybe he was just really horny but whatever it was it was making it really hard to stay angry at you. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time the two of you had had sex angry. Not that you were going to have sex. Not here anyway. Where the hell was Shoto, you needed to leave already and Katsuki wasn’t about to leave the candy cane behind.

Smirking, she stepped forward, seeming to sense that Katsuki’s anger was quickly dissipating. “I missed you,” she smiled, curling one hand around his bicep and dripping the other over his shoulder so she could go back to stroking her fingers through his carefully styled spikes. “Missed this,” she purred and Katsuki sucked in a breath, his eyes darting down between them as something pushed against his still half hard dick. The flat of her tail pressed against him, dragging it across his aching length and coxing him back to fully hard. It was weird to watch, the snake-like appendage seeming to have a mind of its own as it slipped down his length to nudge at his balls with just enough firmness that he could feel it through the thick denim.

Biting back a groan, Katsuki darted a hand out and grabbed at her tail, yanking it away from him. “Knock it off,” he hissed angrily, his eyes darting around the still seeming oblivious room before turning back to glare at her. She huffed, both hands curling around his shoulder like that was some sort of proof that she was going to start behaving. “Spoil sort,” she grumbled but thankfully she seemed to settle, her tail curling around his wrist and up his arm and squeezing softly. It felt as weird as it looked, smooth like skin and just as hot as the rest of her. It was like a band of heated metal was wrapped around him and Katsuki had to wonder if there would be a red mark left behind when she finally let go, like she had branded him as hers. That probably shouldn’t have been as big a turn on as it was.

“Shoto know you’re here?” he asked in an attempt to distract himself, eyeing her suspiciously as he waited for her answer. Katsuki doubted the other man did, Y/N probably looking to mess with the both of them but it wouldn’t be the first time they had conspired against him and he doubted it would be the last. She laughed, probably knowing what he had been thinking. “Do you see him anywhere?” she asked, a teasing tone to it as she raised a delicate eyebrow at him. Katsuki quickly swept his eyes across the room, looking for the familiar red and white hair but he didn’t find him, nor did he see Deku and round cheeks who he was supposed to be coming with.

“No,” he grumbled, annoyed at the other man’s absence. She took the opportunity to lean forward, her lips instantly going to the hollow of his throat and sucking gently. Her horns nudged at his chin and Katsuki wordlessly tipped his head back to give her more room. Fuck it felt good, her lips leaving a burning trail up his neck and jaw as she kissed her way higher. He could feel that tingle of arousal again, sharpening as it started to take over again. He should tell her to stop, that here and now isn’t a good idea but it’s less sudden then last time, more like his normal level of want just a bit more demanding and needy, nothing he can’t handle. So he lets her, groaning when she scrapes her teeth along his jugular. “Then there’s your answer,” she teased, her lips ghosting against his chin with every word. Katsuki’s breath stuttered, his free hand finding its way back to her waist.

When she pulled away it was with a satisfied smirk, the spot she had been suck on his jaw throbbing pleasantly. She was so close, lips hovering just a few scant inches away from him and Katsuki automatically leant in, wanting nothing more in that moment then to feel her lips moving against his. He couldn’t believe they hadn’t actually kissed yet, something that needed rectifying as quickly as possible. She leaned in and Katsuki closed his eyes, anticipating the soft slide of her lips against his but instead of feeling her lips against his a finger pressed down on his and Katsuki’s eyes fluttered open, confused as to why she was stopping him. “You never answered my question,” she said simply, a smirk on her lips. Frowning, Katsuki pulled back, struggling to remember what she had asked as her hand fell back to his chest, clawed fingers playing with the collar of his top.

“What,” Katsuki coughed, trying to clear away the rough edge to his voice. “What was the question again?” he mumbled, his arousal spiking as he tried to concentrate. That was playing dirty, Y/N manipulating what he was feeling whilst he was actually trying to think but it felt so good. He groaned as her hands slid down his chest, nails scratching against him through the thin cotton of his top. Her tail pulled his arm to the side and back as she stepped in closer once more, his hand that had been on her waist slipping back until it ended up on her ass. Her hands were back under his shirt, sliding gently up his back and her mouth going back to his neck, sucking on a spot just behind his ear. “Fuck,” he gasped as she bit down gently, his hands tightening and pulling her against him.

She laughed gently as she moved her mouth right next to his ear. “Katsuki, play a game with me,” she purred, pressing her body as tight against his as she could and grinding her thigh against his dick. Katsuki was gone, head tipping back on a moaned out “yes” as he squeezed at her ass. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her hard and fast, leave her fucking gasping and then send her off to Shoto so the other man could lick his come off of her before covering her with his own. He wanted it so badly he hadn’t ever thought about the fact he was agreeing to something without really knowing what it was she was asking.

With one last kiss to his jaw she pulled away, letting go of him and putting an unwanted amount of distance between them. This time the groan Katsuki made was of frustration, his head spinning as his desperate need vanished once more. He glared at the smirking women before him, contemplating just telling her to shove off and leaving but he knew he wouldn’t. He was too proud to back down from a challenge, even something like this. “Give it a couple of minutes then meet me in the men’s room”. She winked at him before turning and strutting away from him, no one even looking at her as she walked by.

“Fuck,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, rubbing at his head and trying once more to get his body back under control. He shouldn’t go after her. Whatever she had planned would probably be insane, would probably have him on edge all night and would most definitely involve Shoto whenever he decided to show up. Why couldn’t it be now though, Katsuki could just send him in there first, surprise the hell out of her and then he could find out what she was up to. He wasn’t stupid enough to think she still wouldn’t come after him but at least it would buy him some time to think of an escape plan.

“Bakubro!” Eijiro yelled as he slung his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace and for once Katsuki went willingly, allowing the redhead to crowd into his personal space. “Was looking all over for you but it was like you had vanished, then poof here you are,” he babbled excitedly as he stepped back, smiling wide and flashing his sharp teeth. His eyes were a little unfocused, his cheeks flushed like he was already drunk. It would be worrying, considering how long he had been at the bar but Denki was filtering around him, Katsuki was surprised he wasn’t already slurring his words. “He was probably busy with a certain little devil,” Denki teased, bumping his shoulder against Katsuki’s and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. It wasn’t too hard a push but it knocked him forward slightly, his mind still stuck on what Y/N was planning.

Eijiro laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck and darting his eyes off to the side. “Yeah, sorry about that man. If I had known she was going to go all out like that I would have warned you”. Groaning Katsuki pulled his eyes away from the corridor she had disappeared down and turned his attention back to his friends. “It’s fine,” he grumbled. So shitty hair knew she was up to something but he doubted she would have told him everything. Well he hopped not anyway. Katsuki really didn’t like the idea of her talking to his best friend about their sex lives. It was bad enough all the girls gossiped about that stuff as it was, he didn’t need Eijiro hearing about his likes and dislikes in the bedroom and he definitely didn’t need Denki finding out and trying to talk to him about it.

“Here we go!” Hanta said cheerfully, appearing next to Katsuki with four bottles of beer clutched in his hands. Katsuki took his with a mumbled thanks, taking a long swig of it. With a frown Katsuki turned, suddenly remembering how all this shit had started and punched the other man hard in the arm. “Ow! What the hell man?” Hanta cried out, clutching at the spot and looking at Katsuki in confusion. “Least you deserve, fuck face,” he snapped angrily, glaring at Hanta. It was silent between the four of them for a few awkward seconds then suddenly Denki was laughing, doubling over and clutching at Hanta’s other arm. “Said...he...wouldn’t...forget,” dunce face managed to get out between laughs and Hanta frowned, grumbling under his breath about accidents and not knowing.

Eijiro looked between the three of them, clearly confused by what was going on. “Erm, what did I miss?” Katsuki just grunted, taking another swig of his beer and wishing it was something stronger because he felt like he would need it if he was going to get through tonight. Pulling in a deep breath Denki seemed to calm himself down, turning to Eijiro with a dumb smile on his face. “Hanta here tried to hit on Y/N,” he barely managed to get the words out before he started laughing again, doubling over and still clutching at an uncomfortable and slightly annoyed looking Hanta. “Oh,” Eijiro mumbled before taking a long drink from his bottle, looking away to the bar and refusing to meet anyone's eye. That was weird, even for the redhead and left Katsuki wondering if something had happened on the mission that Katsuki wouldn’t necessarily be happy about if he were to find out about it.

“I didn’t know. None of us recognised her with that get up. I didn’t do anything,” Hanta whined, turning to Katsuki with desperation in his eyes. “I know that ass hat, why you only got hit in the arm and not the face,” he growled out angrily. Why couldn’t they just drop it? Katsuki was trying not to think about her right now and these idiots were not helping matters. Plus he really didn’t want to think about Hanta hitting on her because that was a sure fire way to get him angry and as on edge as he was that wasn’t the emotion he wanted to be feeling right now, especially not when he knew Hanta hadn’t known who he was making eyes at. None of them had. Katsuki’s phone chimed in his pocket, the unmistakable sound of a text coming through pulling him away from the ongoing conversation.

Katsuki quickly dug his phone out of his pocket, ignoring the others as Denki continued to tease Hanta and the other man tried to defend himself, Eijiro just staying strangely quiet instead of trying to break them up like he normally would. It was a text and a photo, the words ‘it’s rude to keep a girl waiting’ clear across his lock screen but he couldn’t see what photo she had attached. Feeling an odd mix of excitement and apprehension, Katsuki opened his phone and went straight to his messages. The photo took up the majority of the screen, Y/N sat on the sinks with one hand cupping a breast whilst the other was between her spread legs. Her head was thrown backwards, mouth open on a gasp and sharp fangs on clear display. Her wings were gone, no room for them where she was lent back against the mirrors and Katsuki could clearly see her tail wrapped around her phone in the reflection. She looked stunning, like everything naughty and depraved in the world and Katsuki desperately wanted to be between her legs, gripping her hips and trailing biting kisses up her exposed neck.

“I need to piss,” he rushed out quickly, shoving his bottle at Eijiro as he pushed his way past a still whining Hanta and laughing Denki, not bothering to look back as they complained about his rudeness. Katsuki quickly made his way across the room, shoving his way through the crowd and ignoring everyone who so much as huffed at him. By the time he made it to the door marked for the toilets Katsuki was an agitated mess, shoving it open with more force than was necessary and letting it swing back to hit the wall with a loud bang. Katsuki doesn’t slow down, barely taking the time to make sure he was heading in the right direction before he was striding down the corridor and towards the men’s room. It’s only when he’s stood in front of it that he pauses, taking a deep breath in an attempt to gain back some sort of control over himself.

He felt like he was kissing it, his mind all over the place and the constant shift in the intensity of his emotions leaving him reeling. He should go, text her back with a simple no and just forget the last thirty minutes of his life. She would stop if he asked, if she thought he was really uncomfortable with something. They knew each other’s limits and though they all liked to push them they would never step over them with explicit permission. That’s what it would be if he went in there, his consent to whatever madness she was about to unleash on him. As much as he wanted to blame it on that newly acquired quirk of hers Katsuki knew he couldn’t. He was clear headed, his mind completely his own without the intense insistent arousal clawing at his mind. This was his choice to make, good or bad, this was all on him and if he went through that door he would have no one to blame but himself. Letting his breath go, Katsuki gently pushed the door open and stepped into the mens room.

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

Masterlist

Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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smtere · 26 days

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-> mha getting into an argument w their s/o:

includes : bakugo, midoriya and todoroki

(a/n) just a reminder that if you've had an argument with someone you care about a lot recently you shouldn't beat yourself up about it - its ok to have arguments with the people you love and whether your in the right or the wrong it always feels better to try and forgive ! <3 I hope everyone reading has a nice day / night and remember to keep smiling !

bakugo : it was an accident but he doesn't want to admit it since he's a stubborn bastard. wouldn't snap out of it until he sees his (s/o) in danger or hurt and would instantly go in to protective mode cause he actually cares about them deep inside despite not showing it. then when he and his (s/o) are in bed and he thinks they’re asleep he’ll whisper a ‘i love you’ and apologise - would never actually admit it to them if they were conscious.

midoriya : ok, epitome of ABSOULUTE CUTIE - first person to admit he is wrong, would apologise profusely and pampers his (s/o) non stop. he feels so bad that his (s/o) can’t be mad at him for long cause I mean, have you seen him. his s/o would have to reassure him for months after the argument that they forgive him as he is definitely going to be feeling guilty for a while.

todoroki : would apologise the next morning and feels so bad cause he feels like he's turning into his father. hugs his (s/o) tightly, scared that they are going to leave. after a lot of reassurance he feels slightly better, his (s/o) having to tell him over and over that it is ok to have fights as couples and that it was perfectly normal to disagree with each other - its what makes us all human.

a/n : sorry this is so short, but let me know if you want me to do any other characters or a different scenario! requests are always open <3

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bakubunny · 8 months

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bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 1)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Katsuki | Shouto | Eijirou

no one asked for this, but here i am giving it: oddly specific bnha smut headcanons in a 4 part series because i can.

obligatory mdni, 18+ content. you will be blocked.

tags: aged up characters, fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, finger sucking, unintentional hand & finger kink

Katsuki

doesn’t entirely get why you’re obsessed with his hands that could literally make you take an explosion to the face, but he’s not mad about it. may or may not have looked at you strangely the first time you asked him to put his fingers in your mouth.

you make him see his hands in a new light. he’s so used to watching the world burn at his fingertips that it’s almost cathartic to see them adored and treated gently for no other reason than they’re his, the hands of someone you love.

won’t say it, but he likes the feeling of being between your lips, even if it’s absent-minded sucking. it’s particularly soothing on days when the overuse of his quirk makes his hands hurt like a bitch.

loves how quickly you fall asleep sucking his thumb. gets an affectionate look & runs his fingers through your hair because deep down he’s a softie. gets a warm fuzzy feeling seeing your peaceful face.

will rarely turn down a blowjob. he’s vocal about it when you do, and it only makes you want him more. loves how much it turns you on, but he’d rather fuck you.

Shouto

doesn’t indulge you much at first because he’s partly terrified he’s accidentally going to hurt you. it doesn’t matter if he’s had full control of his quirk for years, “what if?” is all he can think about.

unsure about you playing with his hands from a sensory aspect, but it grows on him over time. your mouth is soft and wet and warm, drool feels messy, and the sensation is strange to him.

he still tries to discourage you from constantly sucking on candy to save your dentist some heartache, but it’s only been slightly successful.

might not say it cause he’s quiet, but he thinks it’s adorable when he catches you sleeping with your thumb in your mouth.

won’t turn down head but doesn’t want to ask for it for himself either. he might offer it as a way to soothe you on bad days, but he’d be horrified if you thought he was self-seeking instead of trying to give comfort.

you rocked his world with the first blowjob you gave him, and you’re a little proud of it. he sat there in disbelief for a solid few minutes before coming back to earth.

Eijirou

he loves how soft and melty you get, like warm putty his hands, especially when he looks at you like you’re his entire world.

he figured it out long before you did because, despite what some might think, he’s very observant about his partner. maybe it was the hard candies and chewing gum you always kept on hand or that he once caught you sucking your thumb while you slept and never told you, but his instinct (and more importantly the internet) helped him sniff it out.

the first time it came up, you two were making out. at one point he was looking in your eyes when his thumb moved from stroking your cheek to running over your lips. all it took was a gentle nudge between them, and your face told him everything he needed to know.

gently encourages you to not hide it, at least with him. loves knowing you’re safe enough to be vulnerable with him on this thing you’re still feeling out. maybe your head is in his lap while you’re both watching your favorite anime when he slips his thumb or a finger between your lips and gives you an affectionate smile.

absolutely adores every moment he gets with your head in his lap and encourages it any chance he gets. initially a little flustered by how much he enjoys it, but recognizes that you feel the same way, and it’s okay.

banner made by the lovely @cafekitsune.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #kirishima eijirou #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #fem!reader #x reader #headcanon #smut headcanons #millennialmagicalgirl #smut hcs

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koishiro · 16 days

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Dating shouto todoroki <3

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darlink-xoxo · 11 months

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CALL ME WIFEY!๑♡՞

in which, your boyfriend accidentally calls you something

it just seemed so natural to him..

GIF isn't mine

─ͥ─ͦ─ͮ─ͤ➼♥

reader's pronouns are never said, think of it however you'd like <3

Warnings: Fluff, Established relationship, Shoto being smitten, Nervoushoto, Puppy Love 🫶... and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ To celebrate finally having a day off from hero work, your boyfriend of 4 years had taken you out to dinner at a famous restaurant. So here you sat, in front of the love of your life, dressed in your formal attire and happily looking over the menu. when you looked up to ask your boyfriend what he'd be getting, you found him already gazing at you. his eyes glazed over with pure innocent love, his head resting on his hand as his focus zeroed in on you.

"shoto? honey you okay?"

your lover blinked a few times, perking up when he registered your attention on him, "pardon my love?"

"you were staring," you smiled teasingly at him, setting the menu down with a singsong voice.

his eyes widened, bashfulness creeping up his neck from being caught. the icyhot hero faked a cough behind his closed hand as he averted his gaze, "i cant help it.. not when you look so beautiful tonight my dear.."

you shyly smiled, turning away and holding up the menu to hide your embarrassed face, how dare he turn the teasing on you. and do it so unintentionally??? a finger hooked on top of the crease of the menu gained your attention, gently tugging it down, your boyfriend flashed you a soft smile.

"did you have something to ask me, dear?"

"wha? oh yeah! so i was wondering,,,"

and so the dinner continued, with him listening attentively to your rants and you giving him your full attention when he told you what happened just last week between pro heroes ground zero and deku. in the midst of eating your dessert, you're overthinking brain suddenly reminded you of how much this dinner was going to cost.

shoto must've seen your widening eyes because he gently placed his hand on yours and calmly asked what was on your mind.

you waved it off with your free hand, "it's nothing honey, just calculating how we'd split the bill."

his face morphed into something between hurt and confused, "split?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

"yeah nevermind, i'm able to pay for the entire thing anyway-"

the intertwining of your hands made you pause, the intensity of the stare he gave you caught you off guard, was it something you said?

"my darling," he raised your intertwined hand to his lips, pressing a loving kiss on your knuckles, "as my wife, you shouldn't feel obligated to pay the bill at all. i'll take care of these things love, dont worry."

your jaw dropped open, a silent gasp escaping as you felt a pound in your chest. a melting sort of warmth crept up your neck, threatening to make it up your face in record time.

shoto blinked at your reaction immediately backtracking in case he offended you, "i mean, if paying the bill means that much to you, then i'd never force you. i just wanted to make my point clear."

no words came out of your mouth. it felt like shoto's gentle squeeze on your hand was the only thing keeping you sane.

"what did you call me?" was the first thing that spilled from your lips.

your lover thought over his words for a second, "love?"

you gripped his hand tighter, "no before that." it was almost funny how desperate you were to hear him say it again.

he thought even harder, nearly drawing a blank, until the realization flashed across his face and suddenly he was averting his eyes from you again.

seeing the red hue on his cheeks was enough to make you melt, "shoto? what did you call me?"

he bit his lip and forced himself to make eye contact, nearly stuttering as he answered you with the most bashful tone you've ever heard from him, "i.. i may have called you.. my wife.."

your bright smile and the gentle caress of your thumb on his hand seemed to relax his tense shoulders, "y'know, i like it when you call me that." your voice was barely above a whisper, luckily your lover was already straining to hear your response.

he sputtered at your answer, "you do?"

you simply hummed in affirmation while going back to eating your dessert, hoping your calmness could hide how wild your internal thoughts were.

shoto stayed still for a while, happy to just stare at you while his left pocket suddenly felt impossibly heavy. shoto gently grazed his pocket with the hand that wasnt holding yours, already feeling the tiny box inside that held a platinum ring that he just couldn't wait to see placed on your left ring finger.

"that's.. that's good to hear.." he whispered.

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princessfizzintine · 1 day

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dating shoto pt.2 ✿̈

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kechiwrites · 6 months

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kerberos

touya, natsuo, and shoto todoroki x f!reader kinktober countdown day four, (foursomes)

synopsis: "...the air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze."

wc: 4k

cw: a dabi-less au, but touya is still a lil fucked up, fem + afab!reader, drunk sex, threats of violence/harm, anal play, fingering, dubcon, foursomes, creampie, oral (m + f receiving), praise, pet names (honey, baby), hair pulling, light choking, degradation, finger-sucking, a little bit of powerplay / dom sub undertones, mdni.

author's note: a fic that didn't make it in time for kinktober last year, finally finished. this originally started as a natsuo fic, but the other boys wanted to play too. (everyone is 20+)

It sounds like someone’s humming, jovially, quietly, when you stir to consciousness, the alcohol in your system thrumming through your veins, loosening your limbs, making it near impossible to guess the hour. The curtains are drawn in the room, the lights low, leaving the room just bright enough to make out the figure above you. Then, the figure seems to split in three.

“I can't believe you got me to do this with you, and I can't believe you dragged Shouto into it too."

A derisive sounding scoff bounces off the walls, and the bed you're lying on sinks with the weight of someone sitting on it. The voice speaking is so familiar. You know you could place it if the world would just stop spinning so quickly.

“C’mon, you saw the way she flirted with us. She’ll love it. I promise.” Another voice stage whispers. A hand brushes your cheek and you follow it, nestling your face into the calloused palm, opening your mouth when a finger presses against your lips, letting the digit settle on your tongue.

“Cute.” The first voice sighs, and it’s too far away to be whoever is touching you, the person who pushes their thumb (you’re sure of it now) deeper into your mouth.

“Good morning sunshine.” Touya Todoroki smiles down at you, all big hands and white teeth and cerulean eyes that meet yours when you finally rouse from half-consciousness. Your face warms in embarrassment, and you draw back, Touya’s thumb withdrawing from your mouth and leaving it woefully, humiliatingly empty.

Your voice is high and tight in your throat when you finally speak, after your eyes have adjusted to the low light of the room. "Ah. Good morning?" You respond, apprehensive and more than a little startled. When you realize exactly who else is in the room with you, the last few hours of the night flood your mind in an instant.

Arriving at the Todoroki Estate for Shouto’s birthday party, drinking a ridiculous amount of tequila with Mina and Momo, grinding against Bakugo until he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sidling up to Natsuo and Touya in their little “older brother corner”, pressing your hand to each of their abdomens and giggling before prattling on and on about the “family resemblance” and mumbling something about wanting to see if all Todoroki men had “super huge feet”.

You distinctly remember Touya’s knife-sharp smirk when he grabbed you by the chin and murmured to you, “Ask what you really want to ask, honey.”

You also remember whimpering before blacking out right in front of them, crumpling to the floor.

Jesus, that’s embarrassing. Pretty quickly you reason that they must’ve carried you upstairs, and you couldn’t have been out that long, because you can still hear the party raging on downstairs. Your friends are most likely getting drunk in your absence, assured of your safety stashed away.

“I didn’t mean to pass out like that. I just…” You drift off, peeking at the eldest Todoroki through your eyelashes.

“It's fiiiiine." Touya stretches out the word like a seedy car salesman, giving your eyes time to skip from him to Natsuo by his side, to Shouto, who's leaning against the far bedroom wall. "You know Natsuo wanted to keep you all for himself, wanted to lock you up and knock you up.” Touya laughs at his own joke, elbowing Natsuo in the side and receiving a scowl for his troubles.

"But I convinced him it’s only right to share, after all, he wasn't the one who saw you first."

You hear Natsuo mumble something that sounds suspiciously like "neither did you" before he crowds into your vision too. His face up close is a marvel. Steel gray eyes, clear skin and perfect white teeth.

"Is your head alright?" His fingers lightly graze the back of your head and it takes everything within you to not shiver at his proximity.

"Haven't had any complaints." You hiccup your response without missing a beat.

You are definitely still intoxicated.

Natsuo looks concerned while Touya laughs at your expense. Shouto stays blissfully quiet. And though it’s one of your favourite traits of his, it seems it’s short lived. He pushes off the wall and stands at the foot of bed, bringing all three men into your field of vision for the first time.

“Maybe we should wait. At least until we’re sure she doesn’t have a concussion.” the youngest Todoroki looks you over in concern, his face still typically placid.

You sit at attention, head swimming at the sudden shift in your position.

“Wait for what?”

“For us to give you what you asked for.” Touya intones, brows almost reaching his hairline.

Your palms sweat and your heart thumps in your chest, so loud you worry it can be heard over the pounding bass downstairs.

“I don’t wanna wait.” You mumble it so low you can almost convince yourself you didn’t say it. Like the words appeared out of nowhere, spoken by a stupid, reckless, horny spectre.

Four words.

But apparently, that’s all it takes. The air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze.

Natsuo is the first to kiss you, and his skin is so cool, you're surprised you can't see your own breath when you pant a sigh against his lips. His kiss is slow and building, constant, consistent pressure that only stops when he pulls back to stare at your dazed expression. Touya is next, shouldering Natsuo out of the way, his hard on is urgent and searing against your stomach when he plasters himself to your front. Touya crushes his mouth against yours, impatient and searching. If Natsuo is a glacier then Touya is a goddamn wildfire, hot and fast and vicious, all teeth and branding tongue.

Your dress was pretty much non-existent to begin with, strappy black fabric and gold buckles. Natsuo and Touya's hands make quick work of the cloth, stripping you down to your underwear, clothing tossed haphazardly to the ground, discarded, unneeded.

"Are you just going to stand there, Shouto? Because if you wanna watch, that's fine. I just figure our girl here needs as much attention as she can get.” Touya calls over his shoulder, pulling your underwear down your legs. He drops the panties at his brother’s feet while Natsuo circles around you, situating himself behind you so you're reclined between his spread legs, your back resting against his chest instead of the headboard. His fingertips graze a trail in-between your shoulder blades, unhooking your bra, clasp by clasp, pressing a barely there kiss into the middle of your back. You smile at the tenderness of the action even as your brain struggles to catch up with what’s happening.

The moment doesn’t escape Touya’s attention.

There’s an indent between his eyebrows, betraying his irritation.

“Y’know,” He simpers, settling on the bed in front of you, leering, “I feel like my handprint would look so good,” The eldest brother places his open palm over one of your hips, “right here, permanently. It’d only hurt for a minute” You choke on your answer, but it’s not really a question to begin with. His palm heats on your skin and you scramble back further into Natsuo’s chest, letting him wrap his arms around you,

“Touya, don’t be an asshole.” Natsuo bites, his tone acidic, “You’re scaring her.”

“Then why don't you take charge for a bit, little brother?” Over your head, Touya meets his brother’s eyes, his challenge clear.

You can feel Natsuo bristle behind you, his hackles rising at Touya's goading.

"Fine. Touya, why don't you shut the fuck up and tongue her tits for a while?”

The corner of Touya’s lips curl up, before he descends on you as ordered, mouth nibbling, sucking and kissing at the skin of your chest. The piercings decorating the shell of his ears glint back the light from the lone illuminated lamp in the room, blinding you momentarily before Natsuo angles your head upwards, covering your mouth with his own.

He traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, groaning when you open up for him, the cool surface of his palm tightening around your throat. Your nipples pebble under Touya’s attention, he uses his teeth more than anything else, biting and scraping and only soothing the pain when you cry out when it gets to be too much.

“Fuck,” and Natsuo’s voice is already so wrung out despite you barely having done anything, “you like when he hurts you?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek repeatedly, a perfect contrast to Touya’s canines on your skin. You nod frantically, letting the second oldest sink his teeth into your bottom lip, then soothe the pain with the tip of his tongue.

Shouto crouches at the foot of the bed, watching his brothers touch you with hooded eyes. “I would’ve done this months ago. If you’d just asked me. But you’re greedy aren't you? I wouldn’t have been enough. You wanted them to fuck you too. Didn’t you?” His eyes never stray from your cunt, his voice is pitched low and so, so quiet, it’s almost as if he’s speaking to himself. You stare at Shouto, jaw dropped in shock at the filth pouring from his mouth, and when he finally drags his eyes from your pussy, it takes only a second for him to shove Touya out of the way and kneel between your thighs.

“I-I.” You stumble over your words, the lingering haze of alcohol weighing your tongue down in your mouth, making you clumsy, needy. You give up on speaking coherently, deciding to just shift lower, spread your thighs further, so Shouto can situate himself in between. He places a hand over your thigh, digging his thumb into the underside, crowding so close you can feel the puff of his breaths against your pussy.

“I won’t touch you until you tell me the truth.” He mutters, and you aren’t sure if he’s telling you or reminding himself. Even with Natsuo behind you, away from view, you know they’re all staring at you, you know they’re all waiting.

And it’s mortifying.

You bob your head in the affirmative, hoping it’ll be enough.

“Say it.” Touya urges, his hand on Shouto’s shoulder, finger digging into the fabric of his brother’s shirt.

The words stick in your throat at first, like your tongue is sitting in your mouth wrong, blocking the admission. “I-I wanted all of you.” Touya whistles saucily, Natsuo smiles into the crown of your head, and Shouto sighs, then he gives in.

“What a slut.” There’s so much blood rushing in your ears you almost miss Touya saying it. Instead, you opt to focus on Natsuo sinking his fingers into your mouth, covering your tongue with the rough, cold surface of his digits.

“Our slut.” Shouto corrects immediately and his tone is so insanely earnest you hiccup a laugh, even with your lips stretched around two of Natsuo’s fingers.

Shouto makes good on his promise immediately, his hand sliding between your legs, palm covering your pussy gently before his calloused fingertips move in a silky slide down your wet folds. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, all while Shouto eases two fingers in and out of you, deceptively quiet, letting the room fill with the sounds of you creaming against his hand. Your breath flees as his fingers thrust just inside your slick heat, teasing you with soft friction. You try so hard to stop yourself from holding your breath, periodically remembering how to inhale.

Your thigh is almost uncomfortably warm where Touya’s head lies, cheek pressed to bare skin. He groans happily as he watches his youngest brother’s fingers disappear into the dripping, tight clutch of your cunt.

“Right.” He murmurs, sinking his teeth into the plush flesh below him. “Ours.”

Shouto drops his head to lave at your clit in sweet, probing circles, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. It’s all you can do to not rip his hair from his head when your hands fist in his red and white locks. Natsuo tugs at the tips of your chest, rolling your already hypersensitive nipples between his fingers. It’s mind altering, how badly you want to come from this, your skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat and you jerk and buck against Touya keeping you held down. It feels as though Shouto is doing everything in his power to keep you lingering right on the edge, balancing the rapidly tying knot in your stomach with your desire to have this go on forever.

“As fun as this is to watch, I’m getting a little impatient here.” You watch as Touya palms himself through his jeans, undoing the fly when he realizes he has your attention again.

“We agreed I’d go first.” Natsuo grunts from behind you and Touya's eyes turn flinty in response but his stare never leaves yours, even as he talks down to his brother.

“Well I’m the oldest, dipshit.”

Natsuo continues groping at your chest until you break eye contact with the eldest Todoroki. Your head hangs down, getting an eyeful of Shouto pulling away, licking the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth, to thank him? To cuss him out for stopping? You just don’t know and ultimately it doesn't even matter because before you can say anything, Natsuo sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, biting down so hard he almost breaks skin.

“Fine.” He concedes, and Shouto wordlessly pulls away from you, eyes downcast and disappointed, like he can’t bear to part his mouth from your cunt. You bear down around nothing while Touya replaces Shouto, tapping the already hard tip of his dick against the puffy lips of your pussy. You buck your hips, silently begging him to get on with it, hoping to provoke Touya into action.

“Should I hold her open, little brother? I wouldn’t want either of you to miss me breaking her in.” He slides his thumbs up the lips of your entrance, keeping you exposed while Natsuo grinds the hard column of his cock against the small of your back. The shine in the eldest’s eyes is borderline scary, his gaze strips all artifice, any blustering confidence. Under Touya’s stare it’s not just your body that’s naked, it’s your fucking soul.

God, you’re really drunk.

Touya fists the root of his dick, slipping the angry red tip over your clit, once, twice, teasing you until you tilt your hips, wordlessly pleading with him again to push inside you. Finally, Touya concedes, shoving himself deep all at once, letting the girth of his cock spread you open. You cunt drips its contentment all over his pelvis, the sound of your hips colliding with his almost drowning out your fevered, breathless pleas.

He presses both hands to your shoulders, pushing you impossibly closer to Natsuo, making it absurdly difficult for you to squirm away.

The way Touya fucks you takes you by surprise. He’s slow, maliciously so. The heavy weight of his dick carves into you inch by inch, like he wants you to go insane. It isn't until he’s halfway in that you realize Touya has a piercing, several actually, concealed by the angle he’d had from above. What feels like six stainless steel orbs bracket the underside of his cock, three on each side. They’re not massive, thank god, so the sensation is barely perceptible at first, but once he’s finally all the way in, his hips flush with yours, the metal nudges and presses against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder and when he smirks at you, you struggle to not bite the motherfucker. It’s clear he takes pride in the overwhelmed and impatient expression on your face, keeping his predatory glare on you while he grinds in deeper, not stopping until your eyes turn skyward.

He barely thrusts in and out, opting instead to pick and prod at your already pathetic mental fortitude by crushing his front to yours, bullying your insides with the head of his cock while you shriek and hum and sob with the overwhelming pleasure he brings you. He presses a flat palm to your abdomen, pushing down hard and greedily rubbing his pelvis against yours; “Fuck, you really are something. Natsu, pull on her tits again, bet she gets so goddamn tight.” Natsuo follows the instruction, tugging mercilessly, coercing you into arching your back. Touya takes advantage and slides his free hand under your ass before you can bring your hips back down again. Two fingers rub boldly at the entrance below your pussy, and you flinch violently when Touya pushes against you. You shake your head, hissing from the beginning aches of a forced intrusion and Natsuo and Shouto bite in unison; “Knock it off!”

Touya, to his credit, merely rolls his eyes and moves his hand lower, rubbing at your perineum in slow purposeful circles that occasionally allow the pad of his fingers to catch the rim of your asshole. You squirm beneath him until he starts fucking into you again, piercings, now warmed by your body heat, brushing what feels like every nerve ending you’ve ever had. Touya watches you bounce on his cock, all while you lay in his brother’s arms, thrashing when the feeling gets to be too much. Your cunt pulses around him, milking an orgasm out of him before he can warn you.

Not that you think he would to begin with.

“Fuck. Fuck. That’s it, squeeze down on me, baby.” He jolts forward, and the sound of his pelvis hitting yours is punctuated by the long drawn out groan of Touya being spent. You kick your leg out in frustration when he pulls out, whining low and watery in your throat at not getting to come again. All Touya does in response is lay a quick open-palm slap at your thigh, wink at you and smile, pleased, you assume, to have gotten a nut off before anyone else.

Mission accomplished you guess.

Shouto shoves his brother aside, and you could cry to God with how happy you are to see him between your thighs again. When the youngest brother seals his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking in long, desperate pulls, it feels almost vindictive. Like he’s punishing you for enjoying yourself, for enjoying how his brothers touch you, fuck you. Occasionally, his tongue flicks against it, pressing the peak against the ridge of his teeth, all while he grazes his rough fingertips against your inner thighs. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, honest to god out of breath at the sight of you, pussy puffy and used, hazy eyes heavily lidded, mouth slick and parted around gentle, quiet sighs in the shape of his name. He thumbs at the lips of your cunt, pulling you open, spreading you so he can see everything, watching you clench around nothing, watching you leak Touya’s come onto the bed sheets. “So needy.” he mumbles, and you both hang there, just for a second, while Shouto stares, consumes.

And then...he’s on you.

He isn't as big as Touya, but dear god does he make up for it in enthusiasm. So unlike the teasing, drawn out grinding and half strokes of his older brother, Shouto ruts against you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive.

The black t-shirt Shouto wears makes his shoulders seem even broader than before, his frame looms above you, arms heaving up and pushing back the weight of your thighs, until Natsuo helps by holding them up too, until you're very nearly bent in half for them. your toes are curled and bounce with every thrust he completes against you. The slow, thick drip of his brother’s cum leaks from your cunt, where the greedy pace of his thrusts disturbs it, sliding down the plush curve of your ass before dripping down into an obscene puddle below you.

The easy glide is perfect, nudging over and over at the rough spot deep within you. The tip of his cock knocks repeatedly against your insides and the sensation disables any and all coherent thought.

You choke on your spit as he fucks into you, gripping the bedsheets so hard you swear you can hear them tear in protest. Your core protests at the strain but you manage it, keeping your legs steady while they bracket the youngest Todoroki’s ears. Shouto tugs you further down the mattress, forcing you to slide down Natsuo’s front, and when your cheek makes contact with the middle brother’s hard-on, you place wet, open mouth kisses on his fly. Natsuo takes a fistful of your hair and tugs, separating you from his cock, brutally. You keen in pain, but Shouto’s dick distracts you from the worst of it, tunnelling inside you and striking that spongy spot that makes your vision go blinding white. Natsuo fishes his cock out frantically, as though he’s been waiting for your go-ahead, which is...sweet. Rather, it would be if he hadn’t agreed to debase you with his brothers while you were still heavily intoxicated. The younger, white haired brother releases you only when he’s completely free of the confines of his jeans, and smacks the length of his cock against your mouth, rubbing the shaft over your tongue when you present it to him for use. Natsuo is thick, thicker than both his brothers. His dick is mouthwatering, straining and red and threaded with angry looking veins you are desperate to taste. He won’t let you take it all though, will only let you kiss and mouth at it while he jerks himself off. Guides you to suck on his balls and stare into his eyes while Shouto fucks you harder, bringing his thumb to the hood of your clit and rubbing with intention. He must’ve been at his limit, because of the three of you, Natsuo comes first with a pleasured grunt, jerking his hips and covering his hand and the side of your face with his come. And though you know logically that it’s impossible, you had kind of expected his nut to be...cold.

Hands trembling, the middle brother returns his attention to your chest, smearing his spend over your nipples, pinching at them in time with the swipes of Shouto’s thumb.

You finally get to come, waves of it hitting you and dragging you undertow, smacking into your body so hard you give yourself a burgeoning headache from clenching your jaw. Your body spasms, over and over and Shouto fucks you through it all, eventually adding his own seed to the mess between your thighs.

At least you think he did. It’s hard to distinguish what happens around the time you pass out from the fucked up cocktail of exhaustion, intoxication and the sedating power of the best dick you’ve ever had.

When you surface some time later, Touya is gone. “Fucked off somewhere,” Natsuo provides when you ask and...well you aren’t sure if it’s a relief or a disappointment.

Best not to think about it.

Shouto is there though, gliding a warm, damp towel over your heated skin, while Natsuo, who it seems, hasn’t moved from behind you, presses soft kisses to the crown of your head, your cheeks, your throat. He plays with the gold hoop earrings you're still wearing, rubbing your earlobes, and tugging on the jewellery every so often.

“How was it?” Natsuo asks, his voice quiet and soothing, and despite having just woken up, you could see yourself succumbing to its gentle tone and slipping into sleep once again.

“Good,” you respond, murmuring quietly. Shouto finishes cleaning you off, tossing the towel into a nearby hamper. “Really good.”

Natsuo chuckles, and his breath huffs over your ear.

“Good.” He tightens his arms around your middle.

“Good.” Shouto nods, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Good.” You repeat.

and so, i make my glorious return to bnha. support city girls who would do anything, including kill, for one night with soft yet firm dom natsuo. reblog what you like.

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romeavecryst · 3 months

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Not proofread Blackfem! In mind. Just a bit random!!

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

Thinking about Shoto with a blkbimbo!gf how when interning she’ll pull him to the side when walking the streets so she can give him a kiss the dark gloss combo on her lips staining his face before returning back to there patrols meeting back up with his hair all messy the dark gloss lingering around his lips.

How her hero costume in all pretty and just the right amount of skimpy, her qurik being Ice/snow based her chunky dc snow boots going with her one pice that let her but hand out just a bit(enough to get past Aizawa). The way her white costume reflected her dark tone so well with her jewelry.

He never whipped them off, he loved her lip combo and she went out of her way to ‘mess it up’ just to kiss him why would he whip her hard work away. He loved watching her reapply her glossy how she’s have him hold her phone so she could see herself in the camera.

Shoto never says anything on what she wears he knows how to fight. He loves her mini skirts and booty shorts, and low rises with her panty strings hanging off her curved hips, her skimpy shirts may it be colorful crop tops or cami tops with fishnets over the top and her accessories he got tired if her buying h&m hoops that broke and wore off of the pretty yellow gold she likes. So he buys her real gold, hoops, brackets and necklace. It’s all her and she never takes them off.

Shoto who at the end of the day loves watching in ready herself after the day has ended, him sitting close to her as she whips her face off doing her skincare. All the storms and steps, he loved the little imperfections on her dark skin form acne scars to blemishes she took care of her skin. The cute little head band she makes him wear with her as they do a face mask. She took care of him to.

Shoto loved his girlfriend even with the people in his ear ‘she’s just with your for your money’. He knew better. She never asked but he gave, and he’d continue to give.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto torodoki #mha shoto #mha shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #x black fem reader #mha x you #x black reader #mha x reader

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maycat-19-142 · 2 months

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Shoto todoroki meeting his mother

A/n:I have a meeting endeavor on my page I would link it but I can't find it. hope you enjoy and have a great day

⚠️: gender neutral reader, nervousness, fluff

You are nervous

You have been together for almost a year

It has flown by

Spending time together is his love language

So you and his mom spending time together is a great thing

So the moment he told you his mom wanted to meet you got scared and excited

You walked to the hospital together and the nurses and doctors knew him which helped your nerves a slightly bit

You saw a door marked "rei todoroki"

Shoto stopped in front of it and look over and said "you ready"

You nodded slowly as he knocked and a small feminine voice said "come in"

You enter to see rei sitting at her desk writing in a journal

"Hi" you said as she look up to see he youngest and you

"Hello" she said changing her sitting position to face you

"I'm rei" she made eye contact as she tried to read you

"Y/n" you said sitting on the chair next to shoto

She was not as scary as you thought

She was much calmer than she other son but not as up tied as her only daughter

She was kind as you talked

And when visiting hours ended she asked "please come back to talk"

You only nodded before bowing

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #gn🌌#male reader #mha #my hero academia #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki #todoroki x reader fluff #shouto todoroki #😊

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yaimlight · 2 years

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Chapter 1 ~ She’s Got Two Little Horns & They Get Me A Little Bit ~ part 3

Rating: E 18+ minors DNI

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

Warnings: teasing ~ sub Bakugou vibes ~ sub Shoto ~ swearing ~ slight dom/sub ~ sex toys ~ denial ~ devil/demon reader ~ public acts of the sexy kind ~ slight dub con elements

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series but can be read on own.

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“Bakubro! There you are, we thought you had already run off,” Eijiro shouted happily, slinging his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Katsuki grunted, snatching the man’s drink from his hold and downing half of the bottle in one go without taking his eyes of the man stood opposite him. The fucker looked good in a fitted dark blue shirt, the top couple of buttons open to show off his sharp collar bones. He had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, loose strands falling around his face and Katsuki’s fingers twitched to reach across the table and tuck it behind his ear.

He was staring back at Katsuki, his eyes seemingly fixed on a spot just below his jaw and Katsuki had to stop himself from slapping a hand over the purple bruise he knew was there, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. Instead he took another long drag of the beer in his hand, wishing it was something stronger. “Again? Dude could you not have waited till you got home?” Denki laughed loudly, everyone’s attention snapping to Katsuki at the idiot’s words. “Shut it Pikachu,” he hissed angrily, glaring daggers at the other man.

Shoto was frowning, his eyes dragging across Katsuki and cataloguing every mark she had left on him. Katsuki swallowed, feeling the other man’s gaze like it was his hand, trailing over his body and leaving a trail of heat behind that had him squirming. He could almost perfectly imagine Shoto following the trail she had left with his own cool lips, sucking new marks and soothing over the already sore spots with his warm tongue. Just the thought of it had Katsuki’s dick twitching, reminding him of how hard he was and what he was most likely going to have to suffer through tonight.

“Damn blasty, were you attacked by a vampire,” Mina teased, reaching over to try and turn his head to get a better look at the marks. “No,” he growled, smacking her hand away and leaning out of her reach so she couldn’t try and poke at the tender spots. “More like a leach,” Ochaco added teasingly, smiling widely as the others laughed, even Deku giving a nervous chuckle. All except Shoto who hadn’t said so much as one word to Katsuki yet. His face was blank, his mismatched eyes boring into Katsuki and the blonde couldn’t tell if he was angry, intrigued or horny. Could be all of the above know him.

“More like a succubus,” Hanta mumbled, sipping at his own beer and pouting. Katsuki turned to glare at his friend, ready to smack him one again if he didn’t shut up. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Ochaco asked, looking at soy sauce with confusion. Fuck no they need to stop, Katsuki couldn’t think about her right now or he was going to burst a blood vessel. “Oh my god, you guys haven’t seen her yet,” Denki gushed excitedly, practically vibrating with excitement as the others turned to look at him in question. Please for the love of god don’t ask, Katsuki begged in his mind. He didn’t want the reminder and he also didn’t want the surprise to be ruined for Shoto. No Katsuki wanted to see the moment the man laid eyes on her.

“Hey, where did she get to anyway? Thought she would be all over you,” Mina asked casually as her eyes darted around the crowded room, looking for her. Out of the corner of his eye Katsuki could see Shoto doing the same, his eyes darting around for any sign of you. Jokes on him, even if she was in the room he would probably look right past her. “She already has,” Denki mumbled next to Katsuki, probably only loud enough for the blonde and Hanta to hear from the way soy sauce chokes on his mouth full of beer. “How the hell should I know? I’m not her god damned keeper,” he growls out angrily, downing the last of the beer and slamming the empty glass down on the table. Fuck his life. Fuck his friends and fuck Y/N and her shitty fucking games. No. Not fuck her. Shit no, don’t think about that.

“So rude,” came a chiding and familiar voice from behind. Katsuki whipped his head back round, glaring as she came to a stop behind Shoto. The others saw her first, Deku choking on his drink and turning red, Ochaco’s mouth hanging open in shock. Shoto didn’t seem to notice his friend’s reactions though, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he turned to face the women behind him. “Hey lo...” the greeting died on his tongue, becoming a garbled mess as he finally laid eyes on her. Katsuki watched as his eyes went wide in shock, mouth hanging open and a delicate pink flush started to spread across his cheeks.

“Hey handsome,” she said cheerfully as she brushed a strand of hair away from his face, her nails gently strolling across his cheek. She lent in placing what looked like a soft kiss on Shoto’s lips and Katsuki pouted, annoyed that he had gotten a kiss so soon when he had been made to wait for it. Shoto didn’t do anything to reciprocate, just stood there as still as a statue and let her kiss him. She pulled back with a chuckle and Katsuki could see her tongue dart out quickly to drag across his lips before she stepped out of his space. Shoto made a weird noise somewhere between a whimper and a whine and she raised a delicate eyebrow at him, a stupidly satisfied smirk on her lips.

“Dude, I think he’s broken,” Denki said, head tipping to the side as he reached across and snapped his fingers next to Shoto’s ear. The mismatched man didn’t react at all, just staring at her and seemingly having shut down completely. Katsuki couldn’t blame him. The shock of seeing her so suddenly and considering how she looked probably sent all his emotions haywire. “Erm Shoto? You okay there?” Deku asked tentatively, reaching round to place a hand on his shoulder and shake him a little. There was still no reaction and even though Katsuki was enjoying Shoto’s stunned look it was starting to get a little concerning.

Huffing out in amusement, Y/N lent forward to speak into Shoto’s ear. Katsuki couldn’t see her or even hear what she was saying but he could see Shoto’s reaction. If possible his eyes got wider, pupils expanding and his blush deepening. He snapped his mouth shut as he quickly turned back round, staring down at his hands and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. She pulled back with a wide smirk, catching Katsuki’s eye and winking at him. The blonde didn’t have to know what she said to be able to guess the meaning. Shoto was blushing like a fucking virgin so she had either told him what she had done to Katsuki or what she was planning on doing to him.

“Awww your wings are gone,” Mina whined, pouting as she just realised what was missing. “Wings?” Deku asked in amazement, eyes going wide as he turned to look at her but Shoto looked like he was about ready to pass out, his hands shaking as he reached out for the glass of wine in front of him and took a large gulp of it. Katsuki huffed in annoyance. The bastard should think himself lucky, not having to see her in all her demonic glory. Maybe she would show him when she undoubtedly dragged him off to get him invested in their little game.

“Yeah, they’re not really practical in a tightly packed space like this,” she said sorrowfully, a sad smile on her lips. She stepped in closer to Shoto, wrapping a hand around his waist, her clawed fingers splayed low over his abs. She turned to whisper in his ear again, her eyes staying on Katsuki the whole time. The man’s eyes widened, darting up to look at the blonde and Katsuki knew then that he should be worried.

“Shit,” he hissed out, hands grabbing at the edge of the table as he doubled over. The vibrator had come on, probably on the lower setting but he hadn’t been expecting it and the shock of pleasure had blindsided him. Screwing his eyes shut, he tried to gain some form of composure, his body tensing as he waited for the concerned questions from his friends but nothing came. Frowning he lifted his head, looking at the people around the table only to find them all turned away from him, talking to one another and not paying his sudden outburst any attention.

A low chuckle had his head snapping up, finding Y/N grinning down at him. Katsuki sucked in a breath at the image before him, unprepared for what would greet him. Her hand had slid under Shoto’s shirt, tugging it up and giving Katsuki a tantalising glimpse of his abs. The other was curled around his jaw, tipping his head back so she had room to get to his neck where she was currently placing gentle kisses along the exposed skin. His mouth was parted slightly, panting heavily as he watched Katsuki with wide and desperate eyes, his pupils large and giving him the impression of being high. Was that how Katsuki had looked, so completely and utterly gone? Like a desperate, horny mess that would be willing to get on his knees and beg.

Movement out the corner of his eye had Katsuki’s eyes dropping just in time to see her tail as it wrapped around Shoto’s thigh, the flat head pushing down on the erection he was already supporting. They both moaned, Katsuki’s hands tightening on the table as he fought the urge to reach down and palm at his dick. Not that it would do anything to relieve the pressure building up inside of him. “Umm, aren’t you two just delectable. I could just eat you up,” she purred, eyeing Katsuki as she dragged her nose along Shoto’s neck before nipping at his jaw. The man whimpered, his eyes falling closed and his hands blindly reaching out for the women next to him.

This must be really doing it for the pervert. The fact they were out in the open, in a crowded room no less getting him even harder whilst the embarrassment of being surrounded by his friends whilst he gasped and moaned like a desperate slut just turning him on even more. Fuck Katsuki wanted to put his mouth on him. Wanted to suck and lick his way down the other man’s chest whilst she held him place. He wanted to suck the other man down right here, surrounded by people and listen to those desperate little cries he would try and muffle as he raced closer to his climax.

Katsuki growled, low and menacing at the thought, his dick twitching as the vibrations got faster. Shoto let out another choked off moan at the sound, his hand going down to rub at his dick but her hand darted out, fingers curling around his wrist and keeping him from touching himself. “No you don’t love. If you want to play then you have to follow the rules. Isn’t that right Katsuki?” Her black eyes moved to him, Shoto’s flickering open to look at him as well. The blonde cried out, nails digging into the table as the vibrations got faster and stronger, sending shock waves shooting up his spine.

“Do you want to play love?” she asked teasingly. Katsuki could tell she was enjoying herself, getting off on the power she had over them and Katsuki would be a liar if he said he didn’t like it but he just wished she wasn’t doing all this in front of their friends, even if they apparently couldn’t see them. “Yes,” Shoto gasped out, his hand twitching and ice coating his fingers. He looked hopelessly gone and Katsuki knew that feeling, willing to say anything to get some relief. “Good boy”. She placed a kiss on his cheek, Shoto moaning at the gentle touch.

Abruptly she let go of the other man, stepping away from him and letting him stumble without her support. The vibrations shut off and Katsuki groaned in relief, the tension easing as he was finally able to let his death grip on the table go. Opposite him Shoto blinked slowly, his lust blown eyes returning to almost normal. “What was that?” he panted out, turning to look at her with a small frown. She shrugged, smiling at him. “Just a little something to help you get in the spirit of things”. She winked at Shoto, the man’s frown deepening at the action.

“Fucking drudged us is what that is. Like being on god damned ecstasy,” Katsuki grumbled, reaching over to take Deku’s bottle of beer from the table and downing the majority of it in one go. She turned to him with an amused smirk, an eyebrow raised in question. “Oh and you would know what that’s like?” she said sarcastically. Katsuki scowled at her as he put the nerd’s now mostly empty bottle back in front of him. She knew full well he had never taken a single drug in his life and was only aware of its effects from reading about it.

“Are we invisible?” Shoto asked as he turned to the other side, waving his hand in front of Deku’s face. “No love. It’s more like they can see us but their brains don’t actually register what’s going on. They block it out and just act like we’re not even there,” she explained and Katsuki snarled. So people have been able to see them. Shit they better hope no one had been taking god damned photos or all three of their reputations were shot to hell.

“What else you pick up at that fucking slave auction?” Katsuki snapped, his arousal starting to ebb into annoyance. “Enough to make tonight interesting,” she said with a smirk, winking at him. “You ready?” she asked, glancing at both of them but not giving them any time to answer before suddenly Eijiro was bumping into him, jostling the blonde and letting out a startled noise. “Bakugou?” he asked in confusion, turning to look at the blonde with a frown. “Where’d you come from?” Eijiro mumbled and Katsuki grunted, turning his attention back to the women opposite him.

She lent in, whispering into Shoto’s ears, the other man blushing but nodding slightly. “Anyone for another drink?” she asked cheerfully, distracting everyone from their sudden appearance. There was a chorus of cheers, Y/N taking note of their order before disappearing off to the bar. As soon as she was gone Shoto picked up his wine glass and downed the remainder of the red wine. “Excuse me,” Shoto mumbled, stepping away from the table and shooting Katsuki a knowing look as he walked by. Katsuki watched as he made his way over towards the door for the bathrooms and Katsuki knew then exactly what she had whispered to him before she left.

“Is he okay?” Deku asked, his eyes watching the other man as he looked around him before pushing the door open and disappearing into the corridor beyond. “He’s fine,” Katsuki grumbled, wishing he had a drink too busy himself with instead of letting his mind wonder too what could possibly now be happening in the men’s room. Deku frowned, giving the door one more concerned look before picking up his beer, frowning down at in confusion at its now almost empty state.

Not long after Shoto scurried off one of the waiters appeared at the table with a tray ladened with drinks, handing them over to the excited hero’s before clearing the empty glasses and bottles away. No one questioned why Y/N hadn’t been the one to bring them over and as he took a sip of his whiskey Katsuki was thankful he wouldn’t have to try and cover for her because he knew they would be able to tell what was happening before Katsuki had even gotten the words out.

The group fell into easy conversation, jabbering on about things that Katsuki wasn’t listening to, his attention stuck on the door as he waited for Shoto to come back out. They had been in there a while, a good ten minutes having passed since Shoto had headed in their yet no one was questioning it. Katsuki had been sure that by this point he would have had to keep Deku from storming in there after his friend, concerned about his prolonged absence but they didn’t seem to notice or care and Katsuki could only assume it had something to do with whatever quirk Y/N had picked up.

The longer they were in there the more on edge Katsuki felt. He couldn’t help but imagine what was going on, wondering if she was on her knees for the duel quirked man just like she had been for Katsuki. Shoto liked to please though and Katsuki could easily see your two roles reversed with Shoto on his knees and one of her legs slung over his shoulder as he eat her out, her tail between the man’s legs and jerking him off only to constrict around him when he got close to cumming. Either idea was good and had Katsuki’s dick twitching.

He was just about ready to go in there when finally the door opened and Shoto stepped out. He looked fucking wrecked with his shirt a little screwed up and his hair a lot messier than before, almost like it had had hands in it and then hastily been flattened down. He had a blush on his cheeks and his lips looked kiss swollen, his eyes still a little glazed over with lust. Unlike Katsuki he didn’t have a single mark on him apart from one. On his collarbone, unhidden by his open shirt was a dark purple splotch that looked ten times worse than any of Katsuki’s.

Their eyes met across the crowded room, the both of them seeming to still as they stared at one another. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath, watching the other man do the same as the vibrations started again, low and slow and all so maddening. His hand clenched on his glass as he bit down on the inside of his lip to keep from moaning. He could see Eijiro eyeing him with a mix of worry and confusion but Katsuki was too fixated on the way Shoto’s lips had parted on a gasp to really care. It was going to be a long night and suddenly Katsuki was regretting his confidence about making it to the end.

The night carried on in much the same fashion, the vibrations coming and going seemingly at random as she teased them to the point of insanity. He and Shoto had shared a silent understanding that the two of them should stay apart to avoid suspicion or giving into temptation and for the most part they had, only really crossing each other’s paths going to and from the bar.

Katsuki felt like every inch of his skin was a raw nerve, every part of him feeling like pins and needles as the pleasure kept building up only to suddenly disappear. He had lost track of time but he was sure it had only been a couple of hours but it was a few hours to much and he was just about ready to explode.

He had abandoned the others, finally having snapped at them when they had asked one too many times if he was okay as he tried not to squirm as the vibrations had been ramped up to the top setting. He had retreated to the bar, ordering another double whisky and leaning against the counter as he tried to make himself sip from it. Being drunk wouldn’t help anything at this point and would probably only make him more likely to do something embarrassing like ask her to just let him cum already in front of all their friends.

Thankfully the vibrations had been turned down low, the vibrator slowly and gently buzzing against his sensitive head. He was still on edge, feeling keyed up and almost like he was ready for a fight but like this his arousal was less demanding and Katsuki was able to think a little clearer. Not that he could think about anything other than sex at the moment, his brain stuck on the act. At this point he didn’t care if it was her or Shoto, he just wanted to get his damned dick into one of them and fucking cum already.

He felt arms wrap around his waist, a head burying against his shoulder blades and he didn’t have to look to know who it was. “Get off me,” he grumbled half-heartedly. “No,” came Shoto’s mumbled reply, his arms tightening as he grabbed at Katsuki’s shirt. Katsuki could feel his erection against his ass, the man pressing in closer and whimpering from the friction. “God fucking damn it. Get the hell off me bastard,” he growled, putting his glass down on the counter and reaching round to grab at Shoto’s arm, tugging until the man got the idea and moved round to stand next to Katsuki instead. As soon as he had moved Shoto let his head fall forward to rest against the blondes should, clutching at Katsuki’s chest and moaning gently.

“You’re not making this any fucking easier,” Katsuki tightened his grip on Shoto’s arm, his nails digging in as he let out his own shaky moan. He had been doing just fine before the idiot had plastered himself against Katsuki and now all he could think about was how Shoto was squirming against him, his dick rubbing against Katsuki’s thigh and muffling his little moans against Katsuki’s neck. It was fucking maddening and Katsuki was slowly losing the battle.

“Just stop already or someone is going to see,” Katsuki hissed but he didn’t let go of the other man, instead shifting slightly so his thigh pushed harder against Shoto’s dick. He could feel the vibrations through their clothes, the damned thing making his leg tingle. “Don’t care,” Shoto pushed out in a gasp, his hand tightening on Katsuki’s chest and tugging his t-shirt down. Letting go of Shoto’s wrist Katsuki looped his arm around his waist and pulled the man closer against him.

“Course you don’t. You like knowing people are watching, don’t you slut? You like knowing all these people could watch you fall apart. I bet you would let me jerk you off right now. Press you against the bar and shove my hand down your pants, bet you’d beg for it so pretty,” Katsuki growled his words into Shoto’s ear, making sure to keep his voice low enough that only he would be able to hear the filth he was spewing. Shoto shuddered against him, letting out a moan that was probably too loud but Katsuki couldn’t care less as he pulled back to admire the mess of the other man.

He looked so gone, his hair a mess and his entire face flushed red. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing all the colour in his eyes and if anyone else was to look at him they would be sure to think he was on drugs. “Look at you, so fucking desperate for it. Bet I could get you to cum just by telling you everything I’m going to do to you”. As he spoke Katsuki reached up, tugging the tie from Shoto’s hair and letting it cascade down his back and shoulders. Katsuki loved his hair. It was always so fucking soft and he could spend hours just running his fingers through it and playing with the long strands. She liked it to, liked to brush and braid it and Shoto enjoyed every moment of it.

Slipping his hand into the silk strands Katsuki leant forward to start placing light kisses up and down his neck, his grip tightening to move Shoto’s head back to give him better access to his jaw. “Please,” Shoto gasped, both hands now fisted in the front of Katsuki’s shirt as he turned him so they were facing one another. Instantly Katsuki slotted his thigh between the other man’s legs, his other hand going to the small of Shoto’s back and urging him forward to grind against his thigh.

“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I want it. Want you. Want to feel you inside me,” Shoto babbled and Katsuki groaned at the images it supplied. Fuck he wanted that, wanted to bend the man over the bar and just fuck into him hard and fast until he cried. Growling Katsuki lifted his head from Shoto’s neck and yanked his head down to press his lips hungrily against the other mans. It was desperate, their lips moving against each other’s hard and fast, teeth clacking against each other’s.

Katsuki slid his hand down, grabbing at Shoto’s ass and pressing him forward. He loved the noises the other man made, he and Y/N having spent hours coaxing the sounds from him. It was like a game for the two of them, seeing witch one could get him to scream the loudest but it normally dissolved into the two of them just working together to take him apart. Katsuki nipped at Shoto’s lips, swallowing the startled moan he let out. His hand began to wonder, slipping back to brush his fingers against the seam of his trousers, tracing along it and pushing down only to find something solid in the way.

Shoto’s mouth opened on a gasp and Katsuki took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside as he pressed down on the plug. Fuck. Had he come wearing that or had Y/N bent him over the men’s room sink and worked it into him. Shit it was no wonder he was so desperate to be fucked, Katsuki could feel the thing vibrating in time to the shitty thing on his dick. Katsuki pulled away from the kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead against Shoto’s. They were panting against each other’s mouths and staring into each other’s eyes. Deliberately Katsuki pushed down on the plug, watching in delight as Shoto’s eyes screwed shut, a low groan tumbling from his lips as Katsuki continued to press down on it.

“Having fun?” came an amused voice from the behind them and Katsuki groaned in frustration. Shoto whined as Katsuki let go of him, pressing his ass back in search of Katsuki’s fingers but they were already gone, the blonde gripping the other man’s hips tight to keep him still. “Oh don’t stop on my account I was rather enjoying the show”. Katsuki glared at!her, looking over Shoto’s shoulder to see her leant casually against the bar, glass in one hand and a wide smirk on her lips.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, glaring at her as her smile got bigger, showing off her fangs. “Always the charmer,” she said sarcastically, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a drink of the clear liquid that Katsuki knew would be vodka. “Why’d you stop?” Shoto mumbled against Katsuki’s shoulder, his hands gripping at Katsuki’s shirt. The blonde could feel the temperature difference through his clothes, the heat and cold sinking in and making him shiver. “Yes Katsuki, why did you stop?” she said teasingly, giving Katsuki a knowing look as she leant back against the bar. He hated how good she looked, all casual confidence and the promise of something dark and tempting lingering around her.

All that red skin on display, her leather trousers low on her hips and the bra only just managing to contain her tits. Her head was tipped back slightly, exposing the long column of her neck and making Katsuki want to bite down into it until he felt the skin give. She was looking at them through her lashes, her red lips parted slightly and just showing off her teeth and snake like tongue. He wanted to reach forward and grab one of her horns and yank her down into a kiss, trapping Shoto between the two of them.

“Because we’re in the middle of a god damned bar,” he growled out angrily as he tried to stop himself from giving in and Shoto really wasn’t making things easy with the way he had attached his lips to the blonds neck, sucking a deep bruise under his chin. She let out a snort of amusement and pushed herself away from the bar, placing her glass down on top of it. “Well if you’re not going to play with him then I certainly will”.

That was all the warning either of them got before the vibrations kicked up to full speed and power. Katsuki couldn’t stop the startled cry if he had tried, his head tipping back and eyes screwing shut. Shoto wasn’t any better. He was grinding against Katsuki’s leg, gripping tightly at him in desperation and almost sobbing against his neck. It was too much, everything pressing down on Katsuki and he could feel it bubbling up inside of him, his insides burning and twisting with the need to cum but he couldn’t, the damned cock ring cutting off any chance at relief.

“Knock it off,” he groaned as he tipped his head forward to rest on Shoto’s shoulder. “No, don't think I will,” she teased. Katsuki didn’t have to see her to know she was still smirking, so smug in her enjoyment of their frustration. Shoto moaned, shifting his position slightly and suddenly his thigh was pressing against Katsuki’s straining dick. Katsuki bit down onto the other man’s shoulder in an attempt to muffle his moan, his hips jerking forward as he sought out more friction. Fuck it felt so good and he was quickly kissing his will to stop.

Y/N laughed lowly and Katsuki felt her arms brush against his stomach as she wrapped her arms around Shoto. When she spoke she was closer, her cool breath fanning out across his forehead and ruffling his hair. “Are you close Katsuki? Is it all too much? You know all you have to do is ask and all this will be over. Just beg me to let you cum and I’ll gladly end your suffering”. Her voice was a smooth, a sultry purr that had both he and Shoto moaning. Her hand slipped down, her knuckles pressing against Katsuki’s dick as she began to rub her hand across Shoto’s erection.

It was too much and Katsuki didn’t think he could take much more, especially not with both her and Shoto there now. The man was grinding against her hand, pushing it against Katsuki and clinging to the blonde like he was the only thing keeping him up. It would be so easy to say yes, to give in and let her do whatever the hell she wanted to him. All he had to do was beg for it and she would grant him relief. “Fuck. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up,” he hissed angrily, his voice muffled by Shoto’s shoulder. He just wanted her to stop and let him fucking focus for a second.

She shifted, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered her next words. “Make me.” Her forked tongue flicked out to drag along the side of his face and Katsuki felt her moan of delight to his core, like she could taste just how far gone he was. Growling he shoved away from the bar and forced her and Shoto away from him. Without another word he quickly made his way towards the toilets, slamming doors open and stumbling into an empty stall and slamming it closed behind him.

Katsuki didn’t think, leaning against the door as he fumbled with the belt and the zipper on his jeans. He shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees in one quick movement, his dick springing free. He wasn’t thinking as he yanked the vibrator and cock ring off, letting them fall to the floor with a clatter. He moaned loudly as he got his hand round him, a wave of relief washing over him as he quickly jerked his hand up and down his length. It felt so good, the glide of his hand across his sensitive and neglected length and after the last few hours it didn’t take long before he felt that white heat rushing up. He bit at his lip to try and muffle his moan, his body going tense as finally he came, his hot seed spilling over his fingers and his vision going white.

His come down was hazy, his whole body feeling heavy and raw and he came to with a clarity he hadn’t had just a few moments ago. Groaning Katsuki let his head fall back, hitting the door with a thump. Shit, what had he done? He’d let her get to him, her whispered words and sure touches pushing and pushing until he hadn’t been able to take any more. Shoto hadn’t made it any better and he knew that she had used the other man’s state against him. It had all gotten out of hand so quickly, that stupid quirk she was using making them both clash against each other with a hunger he hadn’t felt since the first time he had slept with the other man.

“Fucks sake,” Katsuki grumbled, shoving away from the door and grabbing some toilet paper to clean his hand off. He flushed it before yanking up his pants and jeans, tucking his now flaccid dick back inside his pants. He bent down, grabbing the abandoned toys off the floor. The thing had stopped vibrating, just laying unassumingly in his palm like it hadn’t been the source of his torment for the last hour or so. Huffing he shoved them into his pocket, he wouldn’t be able to get them back on any time soon, not that he wanted to but he might be able to hide it from Y/N for a little while longer if he was lucky.

He pulled the door open, striding over to the sink and washing his hands aggressively in an attempt to hide the evidence of his failure. He had caved, had been so sure in his confidence but he should have known she would win. She had set them both up to fail from the start and it was Katsuki’s own fault for not asking for specifics, too focused on the things she was doing to really pay attention to what she was asking him to do. He was never going to live it down that he had been the first out of him and Shoto to give in.

Checking out his appearance in the mirror Katsuki decided that there was nothing he could do to hide the fact he had just gotten off. The only thing he could do was avoid Y/N as best as possible and hope that she waited till after they got home to call him out on it and maybe she would let up on Shoto so the poor git did end up setting the whole place on fire. Groaning he headed towards the door, squaring his shoulders and readying himself for whatever he would face back out in the bar and yanked the door open only to come face to face with the one person he had wanted to avoid.

She had both hands braced against either side of the door frame, her black eyes trained on him and a vicious smile on her red lips. “Enjoying yourself love?” she teased and all Katsuki could do was stare at her in a mix of shock and embarrassment. “I..,” he stammered out but before Katsuki could say anything else she shoved at his chest and forced him back into the room. He stumbled back, barely keeping himself on his feet but she didn’t relent, shoving him backwards towards the sinks before grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn around. She shoved him over the sink, Katsuki only just managing to get his free hand on the mirror before his face collided with it. He hissed out as she twisted the arm she was holding behind his back, kicking his legs out and pressing her front against his back.

Her free hand snaked under his arm and gripped at his jaw, forcing his head up so he was looking at their reflection in the mirror. She was smirking widely, her fangs showing and her wings back, spread out behind her. She looked every bit the devil she was pretending to be and Katsuki felt like he was about to get eaten. “I must admit I was surprised you were the one to break first. I was convinced Shoto wouldn’t make it past an hour. Guess he won that bet”. She spoke directly next to his ear, her horns brushing against his temple and her tail curling around his leg.

“I’m glad it was you though. I get to play with Shoto often enough but you, oh you are a rare treat to sink my teeth into.” To emphasise her words she dragged her teeth across his neck, her sharp fangs scratching and leaving thin red lines behind. Katsuki groaned, his whole body jerking as he tried to break free of her hold but she just squeezed tighter, pushing her body against his and pinning him against the counter. The edge was digging painfully into his hips and he was sure there would be bruises come morning but they would probably just be one of many. “Your punishment will be such sweet torment,” she whispered in his ear, sucking the lobe between her lips and nibbling on it.

Katsuki grit his teeth, growling at her words. He had known something like this would happen, could tell what kind of mood she had been in from the moment he had seen her but she had never been so aggressive with him before and he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He liked she could pin him down just from skill and without using a quirk, liked it too much apparently because he could already feel the first little stirring of arousal as she pressed her crotch against his ass.

She dragged her lips across his jaw, her eyes staying focused on their reflection as she sucked another mark high up by his ear and smirking as he groaned. With a satisfied smirk she pulled back slightly, her tail slowly uncurling. “You have ten minutes then I expect you to be outside and ready to go,” she said abruptly as she let go of him and stepped away, leaving him bent over the sink. “Don’t keep me waiting,” was the last thing she said before disappearing with a crack and leaving Katsuki alone once more.

Groaning Katsuki brought his arm round and pushed himself up. He didn’t know what she had planned but he could guess it wasn’t going to go well for him, not to start with anyway. There would probably be more teasing, more of working him up and leaving him unsatisfied just for her own amusement. It was going to be a long night and the sad fact was Katsuki could already feel himself getting worked up, excitement and anticipation building up inside of him. She had won their little game, even though she hadn’t played fair and Katsuki’s freedom was forfeit, just for tonight and he would enjoy every moment of it.

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Y/n: I've done a lot of dumb stuff

Todoroki: I've witnessed a lot of dumb stuff

Uraraka: I've recorded a lot of dumb stuff

Izuku: I've joined in on a lot of dumb stuff

Iida: I'VE TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING A LOT OF DUMB STUFF

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-> how MHA messes up their confession to their crush (and still somehow manage to get a date..?):

includes : todoroki and bakugou

a/n: hope everyone is having a great day, this is how I imagine they fuck up their confessions to their crush - but they are adorable so ofc they get away with it.

todoroki : oblivious to everything , even if his crush makes it super obvious he won’t realise. wasn't until he overhead a bunch of people talking about it, and he was like *wait a damn second* THEY’VE LIKED ME ALL THIS TIME?! even after that he’s a little sceptical so his friends would definitely need to convince him to get over it and just ask. would be super shy to confess even though he literally knows that they like him too .. he plans to go up to them after to school and ask directly if they wanna maybe go out and get something to eat but in the end he chickens out and slips them a note that just says "wanna go get cold soba after school". his crush is so confused because he’s just standing in a corner (attempting to hide) watching them with the most expressionless face ever (internally he is absolutely dying) waiting for them to finish reading the note.

bakugo : definitely tries to act all rough around them but when he finds out that they like him too he is like a puppy inside. cue him trying to act cool but failing miserably. for some unknown reason goes up to his poor crush and confidently decides to say "I know you like me", ends up saying it in a weirdly aggressive voice by accident so his crush is just there super freaked out, seeing their lack of reaction he just kind of does an awkward cough and says in a slightly quieter (and less aggressive) voice “umm we could like go get some food after school.. if you want... its okay if you don't.. I-". yeah, not exactly his proudest moment..

a/n: as I edit this I realise how much shorter bakugous part is.. ooops, anyways. As always requests are always open and have a lovely morning/afternoon/night!

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bakubunny · 7 months

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Thinking about slowly riding soft boyfriend Shoto, who may be sitting on the edge of the bed or on a couch, while we hold hands tightly and saying how much he loves me. 🥹

Can you write something with that?

i have been thinking about this a totally normal amount, ngl.

just like

clinging to shoto as your hips slowly rise and fall while he sits on the couch. his hands on your waist, your ass, your tits. his moans are soft and needy like yours as he takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a kiss. he needs you so much that his hands almost tremble as his fingers curl tighter into your skin and the hair at the nape of your neck. you’re breathless because every time your hips meet his, it hits just right, making goosebumps race across your skin. shoto bucking into you slightly as the pleasure gets overwhelming and you grab his hands, holding tightly for support and because you need him more than ever. and the whole time he’s speaking softly, sometimes mumbling under his breath and into your skin, looking in your eyes as your foreheads meet. “i love you…. i love you. you’re so beautiful, so precious. my darling girl, i love you so much.”

#aged up characters #drabble requests #todoroki shouto #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #millennialmagicalgirl #bnha smut #mha smut #x reader #fem!reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #request #requests

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dance-to-mythoughts-blog · 2 months

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Pro- Hero Todoroki x Black Fem! Secretary Reader

From Secretary to Pro Hero

Hey guys! Long time no see. Sorry. Haven't been in a writing mood as of recently. So here is something for our little icy hot friend. I went down a rabbit hole with our favorite icy hot bastard lol. I got this idea from a Todoroki imagine I read a while back about them hate fucking and this was the inspiration for it. When I find the story, Ill link it.

AGED UP CHARACTERS!

Warnings: D in P, degrading, cream pie, spiting, hardcore, backshots, mating press, dick sucking, choking, hate fucking, office sex

"Are those papers ready? Mr. Todoroki needs those ASAP for the meeting."

"Yes. They're on my desk. Grab them please"

"You cant get them? Mt. Todoroki needs them in his office ASAP" Carla, the secretary complained. Slightly rolling her eyes.

"Again, I'm working on finishing touches for the meeting that he is likely to request 5 minutes before the meeting. Please get that stack of papers of my desk and hand them to him. Advise him that his notes will be done in 2. Thank you, Carla. For actually doing your fucking job" Y/N said. Carla was upset and she rolled her eyes, huffing and puffing. Knowing her, she will more than likely exaggerate some shit. Sure, enough I get a phone call from the infamous Todoroki himself.

"Carla informed me that you were working on some last minute things. Why would u do that?"

"Because sir, you always do that? Every time you have a meeting, you decide that you want certain things to be in order, right? So, before your meetings, I prep your regular notes and then print out extra notes. Anything else? If not, I'll be there in 45 seconds goodbye" Y/N hung up the phone annoyed. Making her way to the room where the meeting was, she was in for a pleasant surprise. Hawks is your fav. hero and he is also here with Deku and Ground Zero. And nothing could've prepared you for how fine they were in person. Hawks was so damn fine. He stood tall at 6'3, with beautiful crimson wings that stood out like the sunset, golden eyes, and spiky golden blonde hair with red shades that complemented his pale yet toned skin. Showing several tattoos. Deku looked just as good. Scars covered all of Deku's body, spiky black and green hair, and big puppy dog green eyes. He had on a tank top and he had some black joggers on with a black tank and showed his back tattoos as well. Then there was the infamous Ground Zero. Spiky blonde hair, piercing beautiful Crimson eyes, tattoos, and a scar that comes from the left-side of his jawline to his left pectoral chest muscle. They all had earrings in both ears wearing street clothes because Todoroki's father called a quick meeting about a villain attack. They looked so fucking good that it hurts and had my pussy throbbing.

"Hello. Sorry to call you guys in on such a short notice, but we needed to discuss the villain attack that recently happened." Endeavor started.

"There has been a constant focus on attacks in the minority of Japan. We have to figure out a way to combat this. Otherwise, our minority citizens will not trust us to help keep them out of harms way."

You heard they just started and attempted to sneak in to not disrupt the meeting but that was unsuccessful. Forgetting that this meeting room had a squeaky door and you're black so you kind of can't go unnoticed until Endeavor called you out. Now all eyes are on you.

"Y/n, what is your opinion on the issue? We know you're a minority and we want to hear from your perspective of things. I know you were sitting out there listening to the briefing like you always do"

Well shit. Now all eyes are on you and this is your chance to make a name for yourself and actually be useful for once instead of just handling papers n shit all day.

"Well, I think the first thing is to figure out why they're targeting black people. Once you guys figure that out, then you can move forward with trying to make it up to your supporters. After all, you guys were sworn in to protect just like the police and y'all work with them correct?" All eyes were on you. Even the heterochromatic eyes from the infamous Todoroki were staring at you intrigued. You can't even lie, Todoroki looks good just like the other heroes. He had on a white T-shirt with some black joggers and some Nike slides. The shirt was tight enough to see his muscles.

"It would be crucial to make sure that you dont leave your black citizens out because they need you just like the other citizens do as well. Oh, Here are your notes on the matter and Carla gave you the papers from my desk. Does anyone need anything while I am here? Sorry to interrupt."

"Do you have a quirk?" Deku asked?

"What the fuck do you need to know if she has a quirk for nerd?" Ground Zero said.

"I agree" Todoroki mentioned. "What is the purpose of her quirk being known? If she has one."

"Well, I do have one. It's similar to telekinesis. When I just do it, my body produces a dark blue aurora around my body, and my eyes turn dark blue. I have Sai swords, a staff, and fans that I use similar to Mileena, Jade, and Kitana from Mortal Kombat. Idk how, but this blue aurora can also help heal the injured too."

After I explained my quirk, they got so off-topic that they kept staring at me. I left and heard them asking Todoroki how come he hired me as a secretary and not a sidekick. They finished their meeting, and I was in my office packing up. Today was only a half day, so we could wear casual clothes. The heroes were not in today because they had press, they were doing while we stayed behind to make sure they were not double booked and doing sectorial things. As usual, I was the last one to leave even tho it was a half day at the office. As I was gathering my things and cleaning up, I heard my door open and close. Who did I see to my surprise? Our favorite Icy hot bastard. Looking slightly annoyed.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked

"Have you ever heard of knocking? That's number 1. For 2, what the fuck you mean? Deku asked me a question and I answered it. Was I supposed to lie to the man?"

"Because now they voted to have you come for this mission. They found the hide-out and they think you'd be a good asset. Your quirk intrigued them for some reason. Did you do this to spite me?!"

"TO SPITE YOU? YOU THINK I WANNA GO ON THIS MISSION?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS UNTIL YOU SAID SOMETHING YOU CUNT. SO HOW IS THIS MY FAULT? But I guess it would be good to show you up in front of daddy's baby huh?" you asked as you knew you struck a nerve. We all know Todoroki is sensitive about his family and what he's gone thru. We all know his father is extremely overprotective after what happened.

"Yes Y/N. To spite me. you have been a pain in my ass ever since you have been hired. Fuck. The only reason you are still here is because you do good work and you make the place structured."

"So, your business would crumble to shit if I was not here basically huh?" as you walked around your desk to meet him halfway..

"Fuck no. This shit can stand on its own. Don't fucking play." he said meeting you halfway as well. Before you know it. he was towering over you. He smelled good. You can give him that. He was 6'2 towering over your small 5'2 frame. I guess the shirt that you wore made him stare because you could clearly see him staring at you in a way you'd never seen.

"Suck a fucking prick. I bet you are scared huh pussy. It's ok. We're going to do the mission and then we can find you a cat after. I think a kitten is the closest thing you would ever get to some pussy huh?" you said striking another nerve. You have to admit, he is a man and most men are sexy as fuck when they're angry. He looks so fucking goood but you will not fold. your pussy has a fucking heartbeat now and it's becoming louder and louder.

"The fuck you say to me!? Y/N don't fucking play with me." he took another step closer and was all in your grill. He scoffed "I bet you can't even handle this dick if it was thrown at you. just a crybaby who can't do shit." He stood over you grabbed your throat and kissed you. He finally kissed you. You kissed him back. The kiss turned hungry as you wrapped your arms around his neck and also, he put his hands on your waist and grabbed your ass. You were so taken back that you are making out with Pro-hero Todoroki in your fucking office, and he is about to fuck your brains out soon.

"You *kiss* are *kiss* a *Kiss* good *kiss* kisser. Shit." you giggled.

"Hmmm. Much more than that princess." He smacked your ass. "I knew you had a fat ass. Always teasing me with them tight ass skirts" as he grabbed your ass again, harsher this time to where you were on your tip toes and your pussy lips spread open a little. He kissed your jaw to your neck and started sucking on it. You ran your hands down to his pants and started rubbing the clear bulge in his joggers. He felt big, even though he was clothed. He bit your neck just a little.

"shit" you moaned out. "Feels good"

"What you want baby? Are you to be finger fucked in the office like a whore? hearing him talk dirty was a treat and a complete turn on.

"Yess baby" you moaned. "finger fuck me please."

"your wish is my command" he slid his long thick fingers in and out of your wet hole. Here you are, being Shoto's good little slut like he wants you to be. He finger fucked you so good.

"Uhh Shit babbbbbyyyy....I-I" you moaned in broken moans.

"You gone cum for daddy?" he said in your ear. " cum for daddy all over his fingers" after he said that, you came everywhere. His hand was soaked up to his forearm and the area on the desk was a mess.

"Fuck that was good. Let me suck it" you begged while panting for breath.

He chuckled a deep chuckle like you knew yo ass was in trouble.

"Another time baby. I wanna fuck you so bad. Can I fuck you Y/N?" he asked lustfully.

"Yes daddy." He slid right on in. He fit like a fucking glove. He slide all the way in and bottomed out.

"Please move" you said breathlessly.

"As you wish" and he started thrusting slowly. Letting you get adjusted to his dick. Now, you talked all that shit but you sure were wrong about how his dick looked. He was big. He was long and thick with a nice vein you could feel on the top of the shaft. His tip oozed with precum because you were so fucking sexy a moaning mess under him. He started to pick up the pace.

"Fuck you feel good To- Uhh" you moaned out.

"Fuck you tight. Shit. It's Shoto from here on got it?" He hit you with a hard thrust.

"Yes daddy. Sho you feel good baby." you whined. "keep this up imma cum"

"Already? Just getting started love." He had you in missionary on the desk. Ass hanging off the table while your legs were on his shoulders and he was drilling your shit.

"Fuck *thrust* you *thrust* feel *thrust* good." he panted. "Gonna make me bust in the pussy huh baby?"

"yes cum in me," you whined desperately. "Fuck Sho I'm Cumming, Fuck!" you screamed out.

"Shi baby. Almost there. Gonna fill that pretty pussy with my seed."

His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier and he finally came.

We stood there. Trying to catch our breathes quickly.

"I got to go get ready for this mission. We leave tomorrow. Do what you need to prep Y/N" he said as he gave you a kiss. "When we get back, we can go on a proper date. Would you like that?" he asked? As he grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him for another kiss.

"I'd love to go on a date with Pro-hero Shoto." you kissed him back. "See you tomorrow solider" you winked.

"Sure will." he winked. Smacked your ass one last time and kissed you before he left. "We leave tomorrow night. Meet me here around 8:30 pm. "

After he left, you went to get ready for your mission tomorrow. Hoping that everyone remains safe. Especially him.

AN:

Here you go, everyone. Sorry I haven't been on in a min. Got the urge to write and went for it. I think I might make a part 2 as a follow-up on this. Let me know if I should.

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confused-red-head · 3 months

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These Curses We Bear

Chapter 3: Here Comes The Sun

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, minor self harm (skin picking), strategically placed fluff, etc.

Author's Note: sup nerds guess who crawled out of her anxiety pit and decided to get back to work.

Morning came much sooner than you would have liked. Light streamed in through the glass balcony door, in the perfect position to blind you as you awoke. You glanced at your digital clock, which read '7:34 AM'. You silently curse yourself for not closing the blinds last night.

You heaved a sigh as you turned over in your soft, pillowy paradise in hopes of getting more rest.

Those hopes were crushed when your phone began to ring. Letting out a grunt, you snatched your phone from your nightstand.

"Hello?", you spoke into the phone, attempting to sound even somewhat awake.

"Detective Onee-chan!"

You immediately recognize the voice. You practically fling yourself from bed, already grabbing a sweatshirt.

"Akemi?! What's wrong? What happened?"

"We need help!"

After tugging on the sweatshirt and grabbing your wallet and keys, you slip on your sneakers,"Okay. Just stay on the phone. Tell me where you are. What happened? Is anyone hurt?"

"We're outside your house! Shouto's hurt!"

Huh?

"What?..."

"Haruka's Shouto plushie! Some boys came by and tried to take him from her! They pulled his arm off and ran! Now she's refusing to go to school with him like this!"

Oh.

You stared dumbfoundedly at your front door, simultaneously filled with relief and frustration. Ultimately, you had to understand this was a big deal for a kid. Especially when they had already lost everything that mattered to them once before.

You took a deep breath and steadied your voice into something softer, "I… Okay. Okay. I'll be out there very soon. Don't go anywhere."

You ran back into your room and grabbed the old sewing kit you kept around. You also ran into the bathroom to pluck a box of colorful adhesive bandages and wet wipes from the cabinet before rushing out to find the two young girls sitting on your front step. The older girl, nine-year old Akemi, stood from her seat and gave a polite bow, her baby blue hair swung about in her ponytail and her golden eyes shone brightly in the morning light.

"Good morning, Detective Onee-chan."

"Good morning, Akemi. Good morning, Haruka."

The younger girl, six-year old Haruka, remained seated in her spot on the step. She tightly hugged the plush, she quietly sniffled as more tears streamed down her face. Her tawny hair was tousled from her usually neat pigtails and her lavender eyes were blurred from the tears.

Both girls lived just across the street in a foster home with a few other children. You were familiar with all the children since you've known their foster mother, Manami, since she was an old family friend of yours. She ran the foster home with another friend of hers and, just for the record, did an amazing job with the kids. You even helped out some days if their schedules got a little too busy, thus the children knew you pretty well and had you as a contact in their emergency phones Manami provided them.

You crouched down in front of the younger girl, trying your best to meet her height.

"Hey Haruka. I'm here to help fix up Shouto for you. Is it okay if I take a look at him?"

Haruka was a particularly special case. Her parents died about a year ago. A fire had broken out and spread through their apartment complex. It claimed her parents and put her older brother, who had protected her from the raging flames, into a coma from the severe burns he sustained before a hero had managed to save them. That hero being Shouto, himself. Since then she's been selectively mute.

Unfortunately, this has made her a target for some unruly children who liked to tear up plushies for fun.

Haruka sat still for a moment and wiped her eyes before giving you a small nod. You gently took the plush and the severed arm from her small hands, quickly getting to work stitching the arm back onto the plush, being as neat as possible.

If you had one yen for every time you had to help fix up a Shouto… you'd have two yen.

Which may not be much, but it is weird that it happened twice.

You chuckled to yourself for your stupid joke as you presented Haruka with a variety of adhesive bandages.

"Which one do you think Shouto would like?"

The young girl looked at the bandages, a serious look crossed her face, like this was the most serious decision she had to make in her life. You had to refrain from chuckling at the adorable look.

Haruka finally pointed at a Princess Elsa bandage. You peeled the protective paper from the bandage and applied it over the stitching.

"Alright, there we go! All that's left to do is to give him a kiss to make it feel better!", you hold out the plush to Haruka.

The six-year old eagerly takes it back and gives it a kiss on the forehead. You chuckled, grabbing a wet wipe from the packaging.

"Now. If anymore boys try to take him away from you, kick them in the shins! Got it?" You lightly cupped the girl's face as you began delicately wiping her tear-streaked cheeks.

Haruka nodded firmly, a determined look in her eyes. A real woman on a mission.

"Detective Onee-Chan! You can't just tell her she can hit people!", Akemi gasped.

"Okay okay! Fine. No kicking shins… if you can help it."

"Onee-Chan!"

"Look. If she can't use her words then I'm sure a nice, swift kick to the shins will get the point across that they can't mess with her!"

Akemi's face scrunched up into a puffy-cheeked pout.

"Okay, okay fine. Don't hit people. Now let's get you two to school before you're late… again."

You took the girls' hands and walked off, unaware that a very distracted Haruka is staring in awe at a very familiar dual-colored figure standing in your apartment window.

You returned to your apartment building after dropping the girls off at school, only to catch the distinct smell of something burning and the blaring of a smoke alarm.

Your initial thought was,

Pfft, some dumbass is burning down their apartment.

Until, upon closer inspection, you realize,

Oh shit! That's my apartment!

You swear you sped faster than Ingenium himself as you climbed the steps of the staircase, aside from nearly face planting a few times. The moment you unlocked the door, nearly tearing it from the hinges. Smoke fogged up the hall and swirled around the entrance hall, stinging your eyes and nose.

You swerved around the corner, nearly tripping over your lovely potted monstera in the process, only to find a wide-eyed and bewildered Todoroki donning your cat pattern apron and holding a now frozen frying pan.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both of your faces adorning similar shocked expressions.

…

"Pffft…"

The silence was broken by an abrupt snort from you. You bit your lip in an attempt to conceal the grin tugging at your lips.

"Don't laugh." Todoroki wasn't amused as a tinge of red spread across his cheeks as his face scrunched into a pout.

"Nonono! I'm just…pffft… I'm just… ahem… I'm sorry, but the look on your face took me off guard." You tried to cover your curled lips with your hand as you strode across your living room to slide open your balcony door to filter out the smoke, thankful that the spring weather was agreeable this morning.

"So… I'm guessing you were trying to make breakfast…", you walked back to prop one hand onto the kitchen counter while the other was planted on your hip. You shot him a playful smirk, "Unless, you were trying to burn down my apartment, then I'd say you are going about it in a less-than-convenient way."

"...It was fish…" Todoroki looked back at the pan with a small, dissatisfied pout at the frozen pan he was slowly thawing in his left hand.

"What exactly did you do anyway?" You raised an eyebrow in question.

"I poured oil into the pan, then put the fish in the pan."

You take a glance at the bottle on the counter, quickly recognizing the contents of said bottle.

"Well, first off, you used too much oil. You should have brushed it on the fish, not doused it. Secondly, you probably had the heat way too high. Thirdly…" you stand from leaning on the counter to point a finger at the defrosted pan, "That's Mackerel. Unless you were to marinade it overnight, I would have just used sake and salt, then put it in the fish grill."

You pulled open the drawer containing a waste bin, gesturing for the man to dispose of the charred and soggy fish. The duel-colored hero complied, tilting the pan to allow the inedible bits of fish to slowly slide out of the pan and land into the waste bin with a splat.

"Well… wanna try again, Peppermint?", you slid the drawer closed again and directed your attention to the man who started washing off the dirty pan.

He quirked a brow as he scrubbed the char from the pan's surface, "Do you really want me to nearly burn the place down again?"

You opened the fridge, scanning for ingredients,"You won't. You just need a little guidance. Plus, practice makes progress."

Todoroki paused his scrubbing to turn to you, "Isn't the saying 'practice makes perfect'?"

You collected your remaining Mackerel along with a few other ingredients from the fridge and set them out onto the counter, "Not in this house, it isn't. I'm not perfect, why should I expect others to be? Perfection is a ridiculous expectation to put on people. We're human. We make mistakes."

The pro hero stared at you for a moment, brows scrunched slightly in contemplation before huffing out a small chuckle and relaxed, suddenly feeling much less bothered over the burnt fish incident.

You turn to him with your hands on your hips,"Alrighty! Let's get started, shall we?"

Cooking breakfast went much smoother this time around. The two of you worked in unison to put together a meal from what you had stored away in your kitchen. Todoroki had moved on from the fish to making rolled omelets with your instruction while you set the dining table that sat between the guest bedroom and the living room. You watched as he looked like he was defusing a bomb and not rolling up cooked eggs. It nearly gave you whiplash remembering that the oh-so-serious and stoic hero that you saw every once in a while on the news was the same man who struggled to fry a fish this morning. You couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"You certainly seem to be in a better mood than last night.", Todoroki said as he plated the second omelet.

"Huh? Oh. Yeahhh… A good night's sleep does wonders.", You gave a small smile, you didn't want to talk about last night so you did what you always did- Pretend you were fine, "Since we are on the subject, how did you sleep?"

"Ah. Not well, truthfully."

"Hmm, was your side bothering you? I should have left the painkillers out for you in that case."

"No. It wasn't that."

"Oh really? What was it then?" You tilted your head a bit to look at him from the dining table.

"I felt like I was being watched all night. It was unnerving…"

"Oh, that was probably Suzume-chan. She likes attractive men and she's been a little too excited since you've arrived. Don't worry though she's harmless. She has a huge crush on Shinsou and she'll be over you in a few days. I'll make sure to tell her to leave you alone."

You swear you could see the math equations pass by the hero's head as his face subtly shifted into a look of bafflement as he processed what you said. He set down the plates holding the rolled omelets, trying to restrain the small blush after you had suddenly and blatantly admitted he was attractive. Of course, he was told by many he was attractive at this point, but the way you had said it so casually made him ever so slightly flustered. You said it like it was a solid fact. Like the sky was blue. Like grass was green. Like Midoriya is All Might's secret love chi- He shook slightly to regain his train of thought.

"Suzume-chan?" He tilted his head as his bafflement grew into concern.

"Yeah she's one of the spirits." You spoke casually until a realization dawned on you.

"Oh shit! I didn't warn you about the spirits in the apartment!"

The two of you spent breakfast talking about your friendly neighborhood apartment spirits. The conversation fortunately seemed to quell his concern. In fact it seemed to spark a curiosity in him. He asked questions about the spirits and you answered what you knew. You talked about the boy-obsessed Suzume-chan, the ever-protective Ryuji, the mysterious figure that just stands in the hallway sometimes, and a few other spirits that haunt the place.

The conversation devolved from spirits to anything that came to mind. Todoroki didn't speak much at first, but grew more and more invested. He talked about how his friends threw him a surprise birthday party at his favorite soba shop after a week of hell. How a young fan gifted him a very wonky, handmade Shouto plushie, yet it's one of his favorite things. Even how he was concerned how his mother and siblings were doing and if they heard the news of what happened.

And like that time flew by. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. Neither of you noticed until your cat, Kuma, decided to make himself known by nipping at your ankle mid-conversation.

"Ah! Ow! Cat, why?!"

You jumped from your seat and watched as your large tabby cat waddled over to his bowl that sat on the floor at the end of the kitchen's island counter. His big green eyes stared up at you with his tail swiping from side to side.

"Ah crap. I forgot to feed you. I'm sorry, Bud."

You followed Kuma over to his bowls, grabbing the bag from the cabinet, and crouched down to pour the kibble into the bowl. You give your now satisfied feline friend a quick pet before glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Damn… it's eleven already?", you stood and stretched your arms with a groan, back cracking from sitting at your less than comfortable dining chair for hours, "Welp! I have some errands I gotta run today. I'm gonna go get dressed."

"I'll come with you." Todoroki stood from his seat, collecting dishes as he did so.

You released your arms from a stretch and planted your palms on your hips, you arched a brow at the man gathering your dirtied dishes. Todoroki looked up at you, noticing your questioning expression before something seemed to click in his mind.

"The errands. I'll come with you for the errands… not with… getting dressed…"

"Pfft- No that's not-" you couldn't help but laugh at the hero's clarification. Todoroki cupped his hand over the back of his neck as an embarrassed blush bloomed across his cheeks. He watched you clutch your stomach at the genuine laughter spilling from your lips.

"I-I knew what you meant, don't worry. I didn't think you were some pervert.", you struggled to regain your composure and catch your breath.

You finally calmed down with a sigh,"It's just… people are probably looking for you as we speak, and you did get hurt last night. Are you sure you want to go out so soon?"

Todoroki nodded, "We have no way of communicating securely. If something happened to one of us, we would have no safe way to inform the other."

"Hmm that's fair. I suppose we are better off sticking close for now."

You pressed your curled forefinger to your lips, a little, devious grin stretched across your face.

"Then this calls for a little makeover!"

"Alright, hold still for me."

You make a mental note to thank Shinsou for the emergency supplies again. You had let Todoroki choose amongst the few wigs and fresh colored contacts that were stored away within the duffle bag. He chose a simple, but charming combination of light brown eye contacts and a short dark brown wig in a side-part style that left some locks resting over his left eye. With the contacts in and iconic white and red split hair carefully tucked away under the wig, he was, once again, seated at the dining table as you prepared the makeup.

"Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

You lightly held his chin, gently guiding his face in one direction or another while you applied primer, foundation, and concealer to his skin. The concealer and foundation(although slightly off from Todoroki's skin tone) worked like magic, seemingly making his scar disappear.

Damn. I need to ask Shinsou where he got this stuff.

Moving on you continue on to brush the lightest bits of contour and blush so Todoroki would look more natural and not look like a member of the walking dead. You contemplated plucking his eyebrows, but they were surprisingly well groomed; most likely done for his occasional public appearances, you guessed. So you let them be, settling for a quick shaping before applying the dark brow coloring and swiping a thin layer of mascara on his lashes. Finishing up, you pat on a layer of setting powder and finally the setting spray that seemed to snap the hero out of his almost meditative state.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed getting your make-up done."

Todoroki gave a bashful look, but didn't respond, only rubbing the back of his neck. In truth he did enjoy it, far more than when he had public appearances. Perhaps he was so distracted dreading the event itself, he had no time to actually appreciate the process. This time there was no rush, blaring lights in his face, or the incessant shouts of people clamoring for his attention. Just a gentle spring breeze wafting through the apartment, the morning sun illuminating the space, and a set of surprisingly gentle hands pampering him. For a brief second he forgot about his less-than-fortunate situation.

He shook his head when you turned to store away the make-up supplies, hoping you wouldn't notice his internal dilemma or at the very least bring it up.

You turned back to him, hand on your hips and admiring your work. Just as he managed to finally ground himself again… you threw him for another loop.

"Damn. Maybe I did too well… someone might just mistake you for an actor or pop idol." You chuckled.

There it is again. That casual tone.

"Let's add a face mask for extra measure. If anyone asks I'll just say you're a germaphobe."

You turned back again to rummage through your closet for your supply of face masks, leaving a very confused Todoroki in your wake. When you faced him again with a mask in hand, you recognized the confused look on his face, staring down at his clenching and unclenching hands.

"Hey… are you sure you're good to go out today?" You strode over to him with a mask in hand, "Don't get me wrong, I know you're plenty capable, but… what you went through last night could mess with anyone's head. Hero or not."

That seemed to snap him out of his train of thought, blinking his eyes before looking up at you.

"I'll be fine. Thank you.", he stood from his seat and gratefully took the face mask from your hand, ignoring the fact his finger twitched when brushing against your own.

"Right then…", you shrugged with a pursed smile, not willing to argue.

Whatever you say, Peppermint.

You grabbed your bag from the table and spun around to face the front door,"Let's get going. Watch out, Nibetsu City! Here we come!"

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