themellowminx
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Espresso ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
barista!shinsou x fem!reader, nsfw, light degredation, semi-public (no one sees them but the threat is there), lowercase, modern/collage au
this is verrrry self indulgent so i apologize if its a little messy
“y/n.”
you turned to look at your manager, shinsou, his commanding voice catching you off guard.
“yeah?” you respond, slightly concerned. shinsou was hardly ever cross with you. you’d been working under him for a few months, deciding to take a job baristaing at a local coffee shop right next to your college. hitoshi attended the same college, though he was studying in a different department so you never really crossed paths. however, that didn't stop the little butterflies from dancing around in your stomach every time you made eye contact, or he brushed against you while working. but back to the present, you were about to get scolded.
“that skirt is too short.” curt, to the point, and causing the heat to rise in your cheeks. you floundered for a response.
“oh, really? must have shrunk in the wash...” the bell for the drive thru went off, startling you both.
you knew the skirt was too small, that’s why you picked it, but now that your plan had worked and you'd gotten his attention, you contemplated if this was a bad idea after all. grateful for the interruption, you scurried off to the window. it was a pretty slow day, no one was in the shop at the moment.
shinsou said nothing as you fluttered around the small area, getting the orders. a chill traced up your spine, feeling his gaze on your back…then lower.
shinsou began making the drink, swift hands pulling shots and adding syrups. in no time the drink was placed on the windowsill, turning away from the customer you went to grab it, but your ass made contact with something hard. trying to regain your composure, grabbing the drink and—not so accidentally—leaning over the window all the way, causing your skirt to ride up.
“i was going to let you off with a warning for breaking dress code, but now your teasing me as well.” hitoshi whispered in your ear, his body hidden to any passers by, thanks to the menu sign on the window. tension between you two had been going on for months now. stolen glances and lingering touches, when he’d grab your hips to move past you even though there was plenty of room. but this…this was very different from all those. he’d never been this hands on, this assertive and forward. you kept up your customer service persona, but as soon as the window was clear, embarrassment came flooding into your face. shinsou stayed in place at your back, so close you could almost feel the outline of...
“toshi–”
“you’re acting highly unprofessional right now, practically grinding against me.”
“you’re just as bad–” god, you could hardly speak. the bell dinged again and another car drove up to the window. hitoshi lingered for one second, then the warmth of his body was gone. relief was sweet but short, because even though the man—who hopefully had no idea what had just happened–was a great distraction, his drink and pastry were done all too quickly.
“here you go, mister, have a wonderful day!” the second the window shut again, hitoshi was in your ear and his hand was snaking up your thigh.
“do you want me to stop?” his question surprised you, but the feelings you’d been harboring for him had gone on for so long. though this was neither the time nor the place in which you’d thought he’d be taking you, you didn't protest. In fact, you leaned farther on the counter, allowing him to take hold of your hips.
“you do realize this is a punishment right? i expect you to look and behave properly from here on out.” before you could respond his palm was dancing along the edge of your panties, sliding one long finger over your clothed slit. stifling a jolt you pushed farther into his touch. shinsou chuckled behind you. deftly, his fingers circled your clit, arousal already dripping out of you.
“cute panties.” he teased and gave a quick pop to your butt, which caused an involuntary sound of pleasure to escape you. clasping your hand over your mouth, you turned your head to look at him, arching your back a little. “look at that face, you’ve wanted this for so long haven't you? and to think this was all it took, a little rule breaking, a little slutty.”
“hitoshi, I…” you weren't sure what you wanted to say, you liked him, truly. a twindge of worry shot through your head, what is someone did see. yes the thought made your heart race even more, setting fire to your veins, but that adrenaline was new still. but another—slightly harsher–pop to your ass took you out of it.
“if you don’t like this, i can stop.”
“no, please, keep going. i deserve to get reprimanded, right?” the last part came out more sultry than indented, lust lacing your words. hitoshi chuckled again, a deep, gruff sound which only served to make you wetter. and he could feel it.
“shit, you wanna do this here? where anyone could walk in, and see you whoring yourself out?”
you nodded to his degradation, bouncing on your heels, trying to make your already tiny skirt seem even shorter. hitoshi ran his hand across you, cupping your pussy again, then slid inside your panties. your clit was trapped in between his middle and pointer fingers, the friction making you squirm. the compromising position, being so vulnerable, at any second you could be caught. rubbing your breasts against the window counter, trying to relieve some of the building pressure in your body. his pace kept painfully slow, winding you up with every stroke, only for you to plummet back down with need.
“please,”
“need I remind you, this is a punishment. you’ll take it.”
“yes, sir.” oh, that title, it did things to hitoshi. he released a heavy breath, the hand leaving your waist to grab his own cock, squeezing it in hopes of relieving his own strain. the fingers that trapped your clit traveled down, the tips of them dipping into your weeping cunt. your heart raced, the thrill of being caught, the euphoria of finally being touched by him.
“dirty girl.” was all he said before one long finger entered you. curling up inside, his pace measured as you tried to keep from whining. the drive thru bell chimed again. a gasp left you as his fingers kept pumping in and out.
“you’ve got this.” leaning up from the counter and trying your best to remain calm, the customer's face came into view.
“hello, wh-what can i get for you?” they said their order, and with each stuttering question you asked, hitoshi added another finger. ‘will that be hot or iced?’ two, ‘what size is that?’ three, ‘is whole milk okay?’ four. your eyes were damn near rolling back, chest rising and falling rapidly, but oh god it felt so good, so full.
hitoshi smiled, then pulled his fingers out, leaving you to collapse against the counter. Moving quickly to hide yourself from the customers view, you felt slick run down your thighs, panties soaked. watching the man, your breathing ragged, as he washed his hands quickly, preparing the ice, pulling a shot, mixing milk and syrups, like nothing at all had happened.
“up.” and you obeyed, taking the drink from his hands and leaning back out to hand it over to the woman, a strained, flushed smile on your cheeks. she gave you a look, the kind that said, ‘i know what you’re doing’, you should have felt mortified, but it only made you ache for hitoshi more.
turning back around to face him, his entire, cocky self now in full view. you wanted him to finish what he’d started, to make you cum on his fingers, to keep going until the shift was over, only to go again after closing. but no, when you cast your wide, pleading eyes on him, instead of bending you over, or filling you again, he just smirked.
“what, you didn’t think i’d let you come, did you? no no, only good girls get that.” you were at a loss for words.
“but-” your arms reached to wrap around his neck, pressing your chest against his. he wrapped you in a loose embrace.
“if you can follow the rules until we close, then i might let you come home with me, and give a reward.” he spoke clearly, teasingly, you wanted to slap him and kiss him until you couldn't breathe.
“i’ll be good!” you said, perhaps a bit too quickly and eagerly. he hummed and let go of you, letting your heels touch the floor, and stalking off casually to the back.
you checked the clock, four more hours until closing.
Barista manager!Shinsou, who reprimands y/n for her break in dress code by bending her over the drive thru window, while she’s taking an order
(i will be writing this properly)
she’s a 10 but she’s a little too into wanting to see your organs
𖤐.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Muse ˖ ݁𖥔.𖤐
shinsou x gn reader blurb -
ArtStudentShinsou! Who you met thanks to Izuku.
Who you'd been introduced to at a small get-together for Izuku's birthday. Your building was right next to the art studio, meaning that you'd unknowingly seen him in passing several times.
ArtStudentShinsou! Who asks for your number, claiming that Denki--another mutual friend--had been forcing him out of his shell. You agreed of course.
Who invites you to Denki's parties, knowing that the extroverted blond would leave him to his own introverted misery, and he wanted someone to hang out with.
ArtStudentShinsou! Who you don't really talk to after the party, but can't seem to stop thinking of. His piercings and tattoos and black leather jackets, his "fuck you" aura. Who surprised you with how calm and observant he was.
ArtStudentShinsou! Who texts you randomly one day asking to meet up. Who asks if you can be a model in his upcoming midterm prodject.
You agree, flattered--if not a little embarrassed-- that he thought you'd be a good fit. He mentions the possibility of having you as a live model and your heart does summersaults.
"You don't have to, of course, but because of the piece I'm doing would require me to have at least some idea of your physic. The muscles and and your bone structure--" He stopped himself, noticing your wide-eyes.
You said yes. Obviously.
ArtStudentShinsou! Who, by the second or third session, somehow, someway, gets you draped over his work table, your hands in his hair, his lips on your neck. Pencil and ink long forgotten, grateful that the studio stays open so late, and no one else is around.
ArtStudentShinsou! Who claims you're his perfect muse, memorizing every dip and arch. The color of flushed skin and bruised lips.
Needless to say, he gets an A on the project, and a new live reference.
not now kitten, daddy has to write strange self indulgent fan fiction.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭
hitoshi shinsou x female reader
summary: in which hitoshi unexpectedly finds himself getting off to a photo of his classmate.
↳ warnings: 18+, nsfw, college au, established friendship, masturbation, light exhibitionism/voyeurism (aged up characters)
a/n: hope you like this lil’ drabble! don’t worry toshi stans, i plan to write more full-length content for him in the future :)
Hitoshi was no stranger to 3am, as is natural for an insomniac. Not only did he find himself to be more productive after 9pm, but he’d also grown to enjoy the stillness that settled over the dorms and the darkness that creeped down the hallway outside his door. He often spent this time catching up on homework, or winding down from the long day of training without worry of being disturbed.
It was an uncommonly quiet night. Usually, he could hear Tokoyami, a fellow night owl, up and clattering about in the common area. Occasionally, the pipes in his walls would creak and groan as someone, likely Midoriya coming back from a late night run, showered, but not tonight. Hitoshi couldn’t even hear Y/N, his classmate and friend whom he shared a wall with, shuffling about. Tonight the dorms were noiseless, leading him to believe that all of his classmates were asleep.
Unfazed by the silence, Histoshi busied himself with little tasks just like he would any other night. He spent an hour or two finishing an essay, mended a tear in his capture scarf, and packed up his book bag before deciding to take a well deserved break.
After carefully placing his favorite vinyl on his record player, he stripped off his shirt, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and settled into bed. As the soft music filled the room, he unplugged his phone, intending to browse instagram for a while.
Humming along to the song, Hitoshi scrolled through countless photos and videos of his friends and classmates. Ashido had posted a dance cover that he liked and left a comment under. A little further down Todoroki had uploaded a family photo with his father’s head cropped out. Hitoshi couldn’t help but cackle at that. And then he came upon a very different photo. It was posted a few hours ago the very girl that was asleep just on the other side of his wall, Y/N.
The picture was of her, laughing and smiling as she was being smooshed between the girls from Class 1A. But what made this photo unique was that it was taken during the girls trip to the beach last weekend, and Y/N was in a bikini.
Hitoshi’s eyes widened as he drew in an unusually shaky breath. He’d never seen his classmate in anything less than her school uniform or hero costume which, much to his dismay, was not very revealing. He glanced nervously at the wall they shared, as if she’d somehow phase through it at any moment and bear witness to his wandering eyes.
Clearing his throat, Hitoshi scrolled away from the post, but as he half heartedly watched a work out video Midoriya had uploaded, his mind kept wandering back to the photo.
Though he was alone, Hitoshi tilted the screen a bit closer to his chest, a light blush staining his cheeks. One more peak couldn’t hurt…With a quick search, he’d pulled up her account, bikini pic proudly pinned at the top.
Feeling a bit like a pervert, Hitoshi’s eyes wandered over his friend’s half-naked body. She was much… softer than he expected. The serious mask she put on during combat training had somehow led him to believe she was all sharp edges and strength, but the gentle curves of her torso said otherwise.
Not only was he transfixed by the light sheen of sweat shimmering on her smooth skin, but also by the swimsuit she dawned. It seemed to hug her in all the right places, just barely teasing what might be underneath. And though she was surrounded by plenty of scantily clothed women, he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from her.
A low groan escaped his throat as he threw his hand over his eyes, telltale signs of arousal earning a reaction from his body.
Good lord, he was pathetic. As though he’d never seen a woman before, a simple bikini photo had him pitching a tent.
Sighing, Hitoshi peaked through his fingers at his erection. He’d have to take care of that before he could move on with his night.
Maybe he could use the photo?
No… Y/N was his friend and a rather good one at that. She trusted him. They respected one another.
But the thought of getting off to someone else made his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t, not when she had been the source of his excitement. Hitoshi huffed in frustration. This was no good.
Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she intended for him to see this photo when she’d posted it!
It was with these feeble justifications that Hitoshi’s resolve easily crumbled. Without another thought, he hurriedly yanked down his pajama pants, red, aching cock springing free.
Just this once.
Humming with relief, he gripped his throbbing member. Setting a slow pace, Hitoshi’s gaze wandered back down to his phone, the screen illuminating his fucked out expression in the dim room.
Hitoshi stroked his cock lazily as he began committing the shape of her to memory. The subtle slope of her hips, the curve of her breasts... even the way her hair, wind-blown and salty, fell over her shoulders.
Had she always been this beautiful?
A whimper caught in Hitoshi’s throat as his thumb caught on the tip. Without the presence of mind to feel guilty, he imagined it was Y/N’s hands running over him instead. In his mind’s eye he could see her, big, round eyes staring longingly up at him, practically begging for him to take her. Hitoshi moaned at the mere thought.
Would she want to blow him? His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he envisioned her waiting patiently on her knees for him, mouth open and ready to receive.
Groaning, he thought of all the ways in which he might pleasure her. He’d tie her up, eat her out, and leave her gasping for more. Oh, and he just knew she would sound absolutely exquisite. What he wouldn’t give to hear little whines and whimpers rolling off her tongue as she pleaded for release.
By now, grunts and moans fell freely from Hitoshi’s lips as he panted without care of who might hear. His hand began to move quicker, his movements growing sloppier as he approached his high. Throwing down his phone, Hitoshi gripped the base of his cock tightly. With a desperate whine of his friend’s name, sticky, hot ropes of cum shot out, covering his bare, heaving chest.
Hitoshi raked a shaky hand through his mussed, purple hair as he came down from his high. He hadn’t finished that hard in quite some time and boy, had he missed it. Just as he was beginning to catch his breath, a ‘ding’ from his phone caught his attention.
Not even bothering to clean himself up, he picked up his phone, curious to see who might have texted him this late at night.
A jolt of surprise zapped through him as his screen lit up with the notification.
Y/N
‘Whatcha doin over there? Sure sounds like fun ;)’
Caught off guard, Hitoshi‘s eyes flicked between his phone and his wall. She’d heard him? He’d thought she was asleep…
Maybe he could play this off somehow? Licking his lips nervously, he typed out a quick response.
Toshi
‘Wouldn’t you like to know ;)’
Copying her little winky face, he pressed send, hopeful it implied his volume had been intentional even if it hadn’t.
Y/N
‘Why don’t you come over here and show me?’
Hitoshi had never moved so fast in his life.
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🥀 here is the full character sheet for my MHA oc! I plan to post more art of her and her ship
Mine and @silkysoftie’s oc are in the same universe - it’s a college AU
(The explanation of her quirk isn’t very accurate, she creates illusions of people’s greatest fear.)
Oc x cannon!!!
I wanted to do this trend so bad with my mha oc, I’ve been thinking of posting more stuff for her here
(Her name is Yamiko Maboroshi)
:3
๑ ֹ ₊ ㅤFck Me ׂ 𓈒ㅤ๑◝ ⋆˚࿔
Shinsou x fem reader blurb
thinking of virgin!Shinsou who has had crushes in the past, but never gone all the way with them.
Virgin!Shinsou who holds your hips in a vise grip, trying to stay calm as you grind against his leaking cock
“F-fuck,” he breathed out, face screwed up in pleasure and want. Face flush and eyes glazed over with lust.
Virgin!Shinsou who was just so needy.
Who hadn’t realized how much he wanted this till you came into his life. Of course he had urges and was no stranger to all kinds of porn and kinks, but when you started rubbing against him, pawing at his dick with those wide eyes. Shinsou just couldn’t control himself
Virgin!Shinsou whose eyes roll back into his head as you sink onto his awaiting cock. Your heavy exhales matching with his. You controlled the rhythm intop, but…
Virgin!Shinsou who bucks his hips up frantically, chasing this new high, riding out the best orgasm he’s ever had
“Gunna cum! Please-gunna—fuck!” you giggle at his pleads and pants. A thin sheen of sweat building, making every thrust louder with each slap of skin. Leaning down to kiss him, he buried his face in your breasts, taking one in his mouth. You raked a hand through his mussed hair, indigo waves falling down from its style.
….yeah
I was not made for capitalism I was made for having tea and cakes and talking about fictional man cock
whoops this thing is gonna be a couple thousand more words than predicted
We put so much effort n thought into these 😭
𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐮 - 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐚
summary: in a world where people exhibit physical traits of their animal counterparts and societal status is based on secondary gender…
↳ warnings: no mineta… for obvious reasons (aged up characters)
a/n: @themellowminx and i have spent an ungodly amount of time world building for this
Alphas:
Bakugou - Lion
scent: caramel and cinnamon
Yaoyorozu - Black Puma
scent: oriental tea and orchids
Iida - Cheetah
scent: old books and soap suds
Todoroki - Snow Leopard
scent: white tea and pine trees
Satou - Rhinoceros
scent: flour and frosted desserts
Shinsou - Black Jaguar
scent: coffee beans and lavender
Shouji - Octopus
scent: sea salt and freshly washed laundry
Kirishima - Bernese Mountain Dog
scent: sweat and wet earth
Betas:
Ojiro - Howler Monkey
scent: coconut and bamboo
Sero - Raccoon
scent: fresh herbs and paprika
Midoriya - Stag
scent: unused notebooks and pencil lead
Asui - Frog
scent: rain and pond lilies
Tokoyami - Crow
scent: fog and damp stone
Ashido - Spotted Hyena
scent: bubblegum and watermelon lipgloss
Kaminari - Fox
scent: pineapples and butterscotch
Jiro - Fruit Bat
scent: nail polish and leather
Omegas:
Ururaka - River Otter
scent: freshly baked bread and cherry blossoms
Aoyama - Peacock
scent: chocolate croissants and red wine
Kouda - Capybara
scent: wildflowers and morning dew
Hagakure - Hamster
scent: marshmallows and macadamia cookies
tags:
Woah :o
𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬
shouto todoroki x female reader
summary: when his sweet girlfriend is nervous to meet his family, shouto decides to help take the edge off.
↳ warnings: 18+, nsfw, college au, established relationship, pet names, praise, tears, fingering, exhibitionism (aged up characters)
a/n: sorry this took so long! i meant for this to come out sooner, but i fell into a writing slump :( sho is a bit difficult to write so i hope i was able to do his character justice! enjoy <3
Little white puffs of snow floated slowly through the still evening air as Shouto quietly led you down the sidewalk to his family home, his palm warm in yours.
Winter had come at last, the days shortening, and the temperatures dropping. You’d met Shouto Todoroki in the spring. The fields of flowers he’d once stopped to pick from for you now hid away under a thick blanket of snow. After the first snowfall of the year, Shouto had quickly decided winter was your best season, captivated by how you seemed to glow amongst the vast whiteness. Though he’d never mention it, he quite liked the dusting of red that covered your cheeks and nose in the icy air. He couldn’t help the little grin that tugged his lips at the sight of you, bundled up in a pink, fluffy scarf, hair windswept and frosty. You just looked so cozy.
Seeing as the two of you had been dating for some time now, Shouto thought it appropriate for you to finally meet his family. Rei, his mother, was delighted by the idea and invited you to dinner without hesitation, anxious to meet the girl Shouto always mentioned in his letters. Thus, the very next Friday you were at the Todoroki’s doorstep, shaking like a leaf.
What if they didn’t like you? After all, you’d always felt Shouto was way out of your league. For goodness sakes, the man was built like a Greek god, all sharp angels and smooth muscles. When you’d passed by him on the way out of the lecture hall, his distinctive dual-toned locks catching your eye, you’d had to do a double take, astonished to share a class with someone so unfairly handsome. And to think, he’d noticed you of all people. You’d never been particularly insecure, but next to the campus heartthrob, you just couldn’t compare.
“Hello! Welcome in,” Rei opened the front door, her words soft and gentle, but filled with excitement. Your trembling seemed to worsen at the mere sight of her.
Shouto lightly squeezed your hand in reassurance before ushering you in. After greeting her son, Rei turned to you.
“I’m so pleased to meet you, Y/N. Shouto has told me so much about you,” Rei smiled at you warmly, a slight lift at the corner of her lips. Suddenly, you were struck by how closely Shouto resembled her. They had the same, soft shape to their face, straight nose, and long, sweeping eyelashes. Not to mention the way in which they observed the world around them, quietly, but perceptively. She was almost as unreasonably beautiful as her son. Maybe God did have favorites after all…
“Hel-” your voice wobbled embarrassingly thanks to your nerves. Shouto’s shoulders raised almost imperceptibly, his lips pressing into a thin line in attempt to smother a laugh. Yep, ok, time to go home and dwell on this for the rest of your life. Clearing your throat, you tried again, “Hello, it’s very nice to meet you. Thank you for inviting me over.”
Rei’s smile widened, just enough that a flash of brilliant, white teeth peaked through. Beside you, Shouto swelled with pride, a little smile of his own making its way onto his face at his mother’s reaction to you.
“I also, um, brought you this,” Rei watched with interest as you fished around in your purse in search of something. After a moment you pulled out a small, ornate box, decorated with a delicate bow.
Shouto’s mother took it from you carefully, her movements graceful and slow. After opening the little box, a quiet gasp left her.
“It’s mochi from my hometown…” you wrung your hands together nervously, hopeful she’d like the gift since you’d picked it without knowing much about her tastes, “I know it’s not quite the holidays, but I thought you might like to taste it.”
“My goodness, this is very kind of you,” Rei murmured, her grey eyes examining the little desserts and their descriptions intently.
After a moment, she turned her thoughtful gaze back to you, “Thank you very much, Y/N.”
Shouto had a hard time schooling his features into their usual, serious expression when his mother was so obviously pleased. Rei was a rather reserved woman, a trait she’d passed on to him. And like him, she kept a tight hold on her emotions, her countenance always very carefully calculated. To anyone else, Rei might seem as cold as ice, but her son knew better.
She liked you, Shouto could tell.
Just as you were about to respond, a young woman burst into the hall, running over to where the three of you still stood in the genkan.
“I’m so sorry! I was brewing tea and didn’t hear you come in!” the words tumbled out of the woman in a rush, her glasses slipping down her nose in her haste.
“Y/N,” Shouto said in that temptingly deep voice of his, “this is my sister, Fuyumi.”
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Shouto mentions you and your cooking often,” you bowed slightly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. It was nice to finally put a face to the name. You wondered briefly if all the Todoroki children looked so incredibly alike. Shouto and Fuyumi shared, not only, their mother’s elegant bone structure, but also their coloring. Fuyumi’s white hair was dotted with the same shock of red that split Shouto’s evenly down the middle. Only their eyes set them apart, Shouto boasting both Rei’s deep, stormy grey and Enji’s electric blue.
Fuyumi beamed at your indirect compliment while Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed somewhat. You guessed he might be embarrassed that you would mention his comments about his sister’s cooking, seeing as he was a rather poor one himself.
“Please come in,” Rei urged you, “We set up the kotatsu today in anticipation of your arrival.”
Shouto helped you shrug out of your winter coat, his long fingers brushing lightly against your neck as he unfurled your scarf, sending a lick of fire down your spine. After dawning your house slippers, the two of you made your way through his family home, stopping every now and then to marvel at the beautiful, traditional, Japanese architecture.
Before long, the four of you were seated comfortably under a brightly colored kotatsu, sipping hot, green tea and chatting. As the tea slowly warmed you from the inside out, the heater worked to thaw your frozen limbs. More than once you had to stop yourself from letting out a sigh of relief, thankful to be out of the cold.
Unable to part from you for long, Shouto pressed himself firmly against your side, his hands fidgeting with his teacup as though he didn’t quite know what to do with them. The feeling of his thick, muscled thigh rubbing up against yours under the quilt did nothing to help calm your nerves. You made a point to focus on the conversation at hand, rather than the heat from his body seeping into yours.
“Natsuo will be joining us later, he has to work late this evening,” Fuyumi mentioned as she fiddled with the teapot, pouring another round for everyone, “and Touya is out doing who knows what.”
“Probably burning down an elementary school,” Shouto mumbled, more to himself than anyone. You hastily brought your teacup to your lips in attempt to hide your snicker. You’d heard all about Shouto’s oldest brother and his rebellious ways, leading you to believe that his comment was more plausible than not.
After regaining your composure you curiously asked, “And what about your dad?”
A somber silence settled over the table at the mention of Enji Todoroki. Your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. Clearly you’d touched on a sore subject. Whatever good first impression you’d managed to make was likely now squashed. Good going.
“Our father is a politician,” Fuyumi explained quietly, “He’s almost never home… always at one meeting or another.”
Sensing your distress, Shouto huffed loudly, drawing attention to himself.
“That’s fine, more soba for me.”
Was that.. a joke? A surprised giggle escaped Fuyumi as Rei’s eyebrows shot up, the two effectively distracted from your earlier blunder. You glanced up at the man next to you, all the love and affection you’d ever felt for him bubbling up in your chest. His heterochromatic eyes found yours, the smallest of smiles on his face. God, he was just so good… so good to you.
Mood officially lightened, the conversation carried on as if nothing had happened.
“So, Shouto, how are you doing in school?” Rei questioned.
“I am doing well. Y/N and I study together for our shared classes. I find her presence very helpful,” Shouto responded easily.
Overwhelmed with adoration for your boyfriend, you were unable to focus, a goofy grin pulling at your lips as you stared at your teacup, replaying his kind gesture over and over in your mind.
“Y/N?”
It was only when Shouto’s elbow lightly nudged yours that you realized Rei had asked you a question. Your hands flew to your face, flushed in shame.
“S-sorry, what was that?”
It was as though all of your earlier nerves rushed right back into your body, fingers trembling against the smooth, ceramic cup.
“I only asked if you were enjoying school,” Rei smiled encouragingly, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Oh! Yes, very much. My classes are all very interesting, but I have to admit, I enjoy the ones with your son the most.”
A little smirk tugged at the corner of Shouto’s mouth, clearly pleased with your answer.
“I’m very glad to hear it,” Rei laughed a little, “As much as I’d love to keep chatting, Fuyumi and I have to get dinner started.”
You floundered as she got up to leave, not wanting to seem impolite, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Thanks for offering, but you’re our guest. We’ll take care of it. Like Shouto has told you, I’m an amazing cook!” Fuyumi puffed her chest out in pride, a brilliant smile on her face. Shouto merely grimaced, deflating a little in his seat.
The two left for the kitchen, leaving you and your boyfriend to your own devices.
“Ugh…”
You folded over, forehead smacking against the top of the kotatsu table. Shouto chuckled quietly, one of his large palms coming up to rub at your back.
“They probably hate me,” you whined, words muffled by the wood.
You heard a sigh escape your boyfriend followed by his smooth voice, “They do not hate you. In fact… I think they quite like you.”
The speed at which you were back up and staring at him was almost comical, Shouto’s mouth quirking up at the red mark on your forehead.
“Really?”
“Really.”
Releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you considered his words. Could they really like you? You’d fumbled and stuttered your way through the entire conversation, for crying out loud! Not to mention the slip up regarding his father; you shuddered at the mere memory.
You knew that Shouto, of all people, would never lie to you and if the genuine look on his face was anything to go by, he didn’t plan on breaking that streak of honesty anytime soon, but…
“Ah.. I don’t know! I’m not very good with meeting new people. What if I mess everything up?!” your hands found your cheeks once more, scrubbing anxiously at the flushed skin.
Shouto caught your hands in his, squeezing tightly in an attempt to calm you, “You are not going to mess anything up.”
But his actions had the opposite effect, his warm touch sending shivers up your arms and worry bubbling up inside your chest. Here he was, always so incredibly good and kind, and you were just… well, you were just you! Plain, old you!
“Oh, I am! I’m going to mess everything up and they’ll hate me forever! And then you’ll dump me and we’ll never get married and we’ll never have babies, and-“
Shouto’s lips were suddenly on yours, hot and demanding. Coincidentally, all thoughts seemed to fly right out of your brain, leaving only buzzing excitement in their wake. Your surprise allowed him to slip his tongue inside without much effort, his mouth working expertly over yours.
To put it simply, Shouto kissed you silly.
When the two of you came up for air, panting slightly, he reassured you, “Love, they like you. I know they like you. I am not going anywhere and we can have all the babies you want. You’re overthinking.”
You stared at his lips, a little dazed from the unexpected kiss. Blinking a bit to clear your head, it took a moment for his words to register, but when they did, you frowned, “I know, I just… Ugh! I can’t help it!”
His warm hand slid under your chin, tilting your face to meet his unwavering gaze.
“Then let me help.”
It was a simple—well, it was more of a command than a question—but it had your mind short circuiting all the same.
“Please?” Shouto tilted his head in question, his innocent expression a stark contrast to the implications of his words, “Will you let me help you, my love?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, unable to resist him when his eyes were burning holes into yours with such an intensity it turned your bones to jelly.
His lips stretched into a lopsided grin before he dove back in, hungrily capturing your mouth with his once more. While you were distracted, one of his hands snaked its way under the kotatsu quilt, finding the soft, little space of flesh above your tall, knitted socks and giving it a light squeeze. A squeak of surprise escaped you, but Shouto swallowed it down, fingers tracing a familiar path up your leg. A path you recognized all too well.
It took all your strength—both mentally and physically—to pull away from his addictive taste, “Sho... what are you doing?”
He eyed you curiously, looking as though the answer were the most obvious thing in the world, “Helping.”
You gaped at him, a furious blush staining your cheeks. He couldn’t be serious. For goodness’ sake, Rei and Fuyumi were just in the next room over!
“W-what? I thought we were just gonna kiss! What about your f-family?!” you managed to stutter out, incredulous.
Shouto shrugged, eyes flickering to the hallway and back, “Can you be quiet?”
You nearly choked. Here and now, Shouto Todoroki was going to kill you. They’d find your lifeless body in his family home and wonder what could have happened. Your ghost would float above them, cries for justice falling on deaf ears. And your boyfriend would stand there, knowing he was the cause behind the mysterious heart failure.
“What?!” you cried, but Shouto was unfazed, carrying on as if you hadn’t spoken.
“I think you can,” he murmured thoughtfully, fingers drumming against the inside of your thigh.
This behavior was so incredibly unlike him, that you were at a loss for words, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, “B-but, but-”
“Shh,” he hushed you, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, “stop worrying and let me take care of you.”
All complaints died on your tongue when he leaned in close, his warm breath prickling your skin as his broad shoulders once again filled your vision. Your heart lurched as his fingers trailed up your thigh, teasing their way up under your skirt. A squeal caught in your throat, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your core. Was he really going to do this right now?! But when his mouth moved forward to capture your own, locking you in another passionate kiss, your thoughts quieted, a happy, little hum escaping you thanks to his skillful tongue.
It seemed this was the response Shouto had been waiting for, because the second you accepted his lips, his deft fingers found your panties, tracing lightly along the hem. He paused a moment, perhaps surprised your lack of safety shorts, but recovered quickly, a single finger hooking under the band. You tried to pull away from him, to remind him of his family in the next room, but he was undeterred, kissing away your protests.
Ever so slowly, his fingers inched under the fabric, resting against your heated skin. You chased after his lips when he pulled away from you, his chest heaving and eyes half-lidded behind his bangs. He was so utterly beautiful that it nearly took your breath away, arousal licking at your core. The air between you had grown warm, whether from the heat of the kotatsu or the moment, you didn’t know.
Shouto looked to you for permission one last time, a single, white eyebrow raised and an unspoken question dancing in his irises. All you could do was nod, so thoroughly bewitched by his beauty.
In an instant, his hand was on you, right where you needed it most. Gone were the fleeting touches and gentle caresses, having been replaced by desire and desperation.
Your boyfriend waisted no time in sliding his fingers up your folds, his eyes gleaming with interest when they came away covered in slick. Shouto’s tongue darted out to lick at his lips, his breath coming a bit quicker thanks to the discovery. He was getting worked up embarrassingly fast, pants already feeling a little tighter.
After a bit of light petting, he finally slid one long finger inside your sopping entrance, his pace torturously slow and hitting all the right spots. You held back a whine, lip caught between your teeth and your gaze flicking between him and the hallway. A low rumble came from deep in Shouto’s chest, displeased by your divided attention.
In attempt to win you over, he leaned forward, lips grazing along your neck, finger still pumping in and out of you steadily. That seemed to do the trick, your posture finally relaxing and your eyes falling shut. Shouto inwardly celebrated, glad to have finally calmed you.
As he nipped and kissed his way down the column of your throat, his hand picked up the pace, finger thrusting into you a bit faster. The muscles in your thighs tensed and twitched, making him smile against your skin before sitting up, anxious to watch your pleasured expression twist with each careful drag of his digit against your clenching walls.
Hiking your skirt up for better access, Shouto added a second finger without warning, the loud squelch of your wetness making heat rise to your cheeks. An involuntary moan ripped from your throat, prompting him to slap a hand over your mouth. You both froze, waiting for Rei or Fuyumi to come storming in at any moment, but that moment never came.
“I know it feels good, but you have to stay quiet for me, alright?”
You nodded obediently, whimpers muffled by his large palm. As arousal dripped from your pussy, your knees fell open of their own accord, making space for his hand to slot against you, cupping your heat. Letting your head loll back, you gazed up at Shouto, glittery, little tears brimming in the corners of your glassy, unfocused eyes. It was a precious sight, one that was practically begging for his affection.
Leaning down to place a gentle kiss against the back of his own palm was the best he could offer, knowing your voice would betray you should he let you free. A pathetic whine tumbled from you, desperately wishing it was his lips on yours instead.
“You’re doing so well, love,” he reassured, “I know you want me to kiss you right now, but we can’t risk someone hearing those pretty noises of yours. Just hold on for a little longer, ok? Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”
Surely this man would be the death of you.
Your nails clawed at the arm that held you, eyes rolling back when his fingers found that special spot deep inside of you. It felt as though you were on fire, skin burning underneath his touch. All reservations and embarrassment faded away, blinding you to anything other than the sweet tempo of his ministrations. Chasing the high that continued to elude you, your hips rolled, grinding down into his palm.
Sensing your impending orgasm, Shouto’s hand lightly pushed against you, urging you down to the floor carefully. Crawling over you, he resumed his brutal pace, finger fucking you as though there were no tomorrow.
You were so damn close. Just when you thought you couldn’t handle anymore, his thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bud delicately. He just looked so devilishly handsome hovering above you, sharp eyes watching you closely, fascinated by the way your body squirmed.
“Think you can cum for me? I know you need to,” Shouto cooed, thumb and fingers working in tandem to bring you to the very edge.
Your legs quivered, hips jerking up uncontrollably with each bump against your clit. Frustrated tears finally slid down your hot cheeks, unable to keep them at bay any longer.
“Pretty girl,” he whispered, a blush of his own settling at the top of his cheekbones, in awe of how angelic you looked underneath him.
His words were your undoing.
Shouto quickly replaced his hand with his mouth in hopes of suppressing your cries. A strangled sound left you, climax tearing through your body with unexpected force. But your loving boyfriend kissed you through it, thumbing away the tears that trickled down your face.
Just when you were beginning to catch your breath, mind still reeling from such an overwhelming orgasm, a knock at the door cut through the silence.
Startled, you sat up abruptly, accidentally knocking your forehead against Shouto’s, “Ack!”
Shouto hissed through his teeth, gingerly rubbing at the welt that was beginning to form when a loud voice rang out from the genkan, “Hey, it’s me, Natsuo! You guys left the door unlocked!”
You and Shouto shared a panicked glance before scrambling to tidy yourselves. Quick as lightning, you adjusted your skirt and rolled your knitted socks back up your thighs.
Rei’s gentle voice answered from the kitchen, “Hi, honey! Dinner is almost ready, Fuyumi and I will be right out!”
While the two of you adopted your former positions under the kotatsu, Shouto reached out and ran a hand through your mussed hair, carefully brushing through the tangles.
“Thanks…” you huffed out, winded from more than just the rush to look presentable.
But before your boyfriend could respond, Natsuo was striding into the living room, briefcase in hand and hair tousled from the winter weather. He plopped down onto the floor across from you, groaning appreciatively as he stretched his stiff legs out under the quilt, basking in the warmth of the heater.
Once he’d settled in, he bowed his head at you politely, “I’m so sorry I’m late. You must be Y/N. I’m Shouto’s older brother, Natsuo.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you choked out, cheeks ablaze as the reality of your risky behavior set in.
Next to you, Shouto sat straight as an arrow, shoulders squared and spine ridgid. He wore a pained expression, though if Natsuo noticed, he didn’t care to mention it.
Suddenly, Rei made her way back into the living room, Fuyumi following closely behind, their arms burdened by many plates and trays of gorgeously prepared food. They’d gone all out, making sure to include all the traditional favorites, the love and care they put into the meal evident. Once everything was laid out on the kotasu table, the two sat down, admiring their handy work.
Conversation flowed easily, Rei asking Natsuo about his day at work and how the office profits were doing. Fuyumi got to work dishing out appetizers, occasionally piping in here and there.
After awhile, Rei’s observant gaze turned on you. You couldn’t help but flinch under her watchful eye, a nervous smile dancing on your lips.
“Y/N, honey, you look flushed. Are you feverish?” Rei’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, the look of an anxious mother staining her elegant features.
You glanced at Shouto, who appeared to be rather uncomfortable with his erection straining against his pants, thankfully hidden by the thick quilt. He merely stared back, a promising look in his eye.
“Maybe I caught a cold on the walk over?”
“Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” were, of course, the next words out of Shouto’s mouth.
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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝜗𝜚: minors dni! (yall won’t listen anyway smh🙁)
ㅤ𝜗𝜚: consider this my debut, criticism is much appreciated, i’d love to improve!
ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ
shinsou hitoshi 100% LOVES thick thighs and stomach pudges, he begs you to ride his face, and squeeze him with your thighs. air? not his concern. he wants NEEDS you to break his facial structure while you lose yourself ontop of him
he loves watching you touch yourself for him, toshi watches you with careful eyes as lewd noises leave your lips while your fingers go in and out of your pussy, trying to make yourself feel the same way he makes you feel. he definitely smirks to himself KNOWING nobody can do it better than he can for you
he’d press you up against the counter while you prepare dinner, two fingers in your mouth, your thighs pressed together as you feel his clothed erection pressed up against your ass, you’re NOTTTT touching whatever’s on that stove, he’d place you on the dining table and skip straight to dessert (AKA you.)
don’t even bother trying to cover your mouth while he fucks you raw (with your consent of course), he’d grab your hands and pin them above your head, watching you struggle, everybody NEEDS to know youre screaming his name
speaking of raw, toshi loves watching you mewl as you feel each and every one of his veins thrusting into you while you take his dick, one hand snaking around your waist to hold you still while the other circles your numb clit, stopping as you reach your climax, watching you whine just makes it even more fun
everytime your eyes stray from his or even shut close, he threatens to stop, he wants you looking directly at him, every single one of your expressions while you’re being stuffed with his cock turns him on even more, “eyes on me baby” UGHHH SHINSOU THE MAN YOU ARE.
Wake up call ꩜ .ᐟ
Shinsou x gn reader blurb, oral (m receaving), slight somnophila, just a cute n sweet little smut Drabble
MDNI
Two bodies were snuggled up together. An arm over a chest, a leg over a hip, a head in the crook of a neck.
Early morning was dawning on the couple, a winter chill seeped through the windows and kept them cocooned in their pocket of warmth.
You were awake first, your lashes fluttered open and you nuzzled into the boy next to you.
Shinsou showed no signs of stirring, still away in a blissful sleep. You felt more alert than you’d expected, considering the late night you two had together, and part of you didn’t want this spell of pleasure to end just yet.
A devious little smile tugged at your lips, your boyfriend just looked so edible and you wanted to repay him for last night.
Slowly, you migrated from the koala grip on the young man’s side, inching lower down the bed, being careful to not wake him just yet. You nestled in between his legs after pulling the comforter down, tracing shapes along his inner thighs and lower stomach.
Shinsou shuddered slightly, goosebumps prickled his flesh, but still he remained asleep. You suppressed a giggle, watching his subtle reactions. You hooked one finger over the band of his boxers, the only thing he was wearing, and tugged them down.
You bit your lower lip, crawling down on your elbows to taste the first drop of precum. Shinsou bucked his hips again, breath hitching as his chest rose and fell. You swirled your tongue around his tip, giving little kitten licks down the underside. You used one hand to cup his balls while kissing back up to the tip.
Tilting your head away for a second and gathering the spit in your mouth, you let it drip onto his cock. Shinsou shook again, a deep whimper falling from his lips. You couldn’t see if he was awake, but from the way his hands began to grip at the sheets, he was definitely about to be.
You raked a free hand through your hair, moving it to one shoulder so it didn’t get in the way. Then you took Shinsou’s cock into her mouth, opening your throat to fit him all the way in. You breathed through your nose, gripping onto the rest of his length. Hollowing out your cheeks, lips swollen and tears brimming your eyeline.
Suddenly a hand grabbed your hair, pulling your bangs up and putting the lewd action on full display.
“Fuck, baby,” Shinsou’s husky voice ground out, praise and groans filling the room.
You hummed in approval, the vibrations of your voice sent another jolt of desire down the boys spine. His hips thrust up to meet your mouth, causing the tears to slip from your eyes.
You rutted against the bed, trying to release the buildup of arousal that had steadily grown since you started.
˖⁺.꒷꒦Let Go꒦꒷˖⁺.
Sukuna x Reader,
piss kink blurb
degradation, established relationship, true form Sukuna, fem-reader, MDNI
AN: this is intend to be a crack fic, if you are into this no judgement, but! I do not share your opinion, I wrote this as a challenge :) enjoy!
Stop squirming,” Sukuna said firmly, two large hands grabbing at your hips to stop them from moving.
“I need to use the bathroom, ‘Kuna, I’ll be right back,” your voice was laced with sleep, it must have been sometime after midnight.
“No,” you sighed heavily at his static reply, bladder aching. You had drank too much sake at dinner.
“Pleeease ‘Kuna! The bathroom is just right there,” you pleaded. Though you were used to your husband's ridiculous demands, this one was just plain cruel. He grunted, then loosened his grip on your hips. You wasted no time in hopping out of bed and skittering over to the sliding door, but before you could even reach the handle, you were abruptly hoisted into the air, wrenching a yelp from your throat. As two large arms caged your middle, you readied your legs to kick at the man who held you, irritated with this clingy side of him. But, instead of the insults you intended to hurl at him, only a choked gasp left you.
“What are you doing!?” you tried to wrestle out of his grip, but the arms that held you up were too strong. His remaining hands slithered up your body, palms pressing into your abdomen. Pushing, you realized, on your bladder.
“‘Kuna what the hell!”
“Go.”
“I can’t, you're holding me too tight.”
“No, urinate, I mean.”
“Now?! Sukuna, I am not going to do that.”
He simply snickered, “I thought you wanted to try this.”
He said matter-of-factly, alluding to an earlier conversation. You’d read something about a piss kink in one of your raunchy books and had been oddly curious, but this was not the right time nor the right place to explore it, and you were just straight up embarrassed.
“I-I did but–”
“Then it shouldn't be a problem.”
“But, Uraume will have to clean–”
“Don’t you dare speak another's name right now.”
Oh. You recognized the familiar bulges pressing against your lower back. He was getting hard. This only served to make you more embarrassed and, to your dismay, aroused. The pressure in your lower stomach had built and now that you weren't lying down, you felt the liquid threaten to trickle out. There’d be no way to hide it, wearing nothing underneath your robes, the same as Sukuna. You clenched your muscles, trying to stop the impending golden shower, but it was to no avail. One of the hands on your bladder moved, feeling its way up towards your breasts. Even with some of the outside pressure released, it did nothing to relieve the stress on your bladder. You felt Sukuna’s chest rise and fall with a laugh. He held you up so easily, like you weighed nothing.
“‘Kuna,” your voice sounded lustful even to your own ears, unintentionally adding to the haze in your brain, “please just let me go, I can’t hold it in.”
“Good,” he sounded entirely too pleased with himself.
You whimpered, it was a futile attempt. Slowly, achingly, warm pee trickled out of your cunt, dripping down your thighs in a steady stream and dribbling onto the tatami mats with a drop, drop, drop. Your face burned as your hands squeezed the large arms around you, nails digging into his tattooed flesh. As he kept grinding against you and an involuntary squeak passed your lips.
This was humiliating, but dear lord, did it feel good. So you finally gave up, surrendering to the disgusting act, letting your core loosen and everything spray out.
“Nasty little pet, look at how much you had in there,” his words were mean, but still you ate them up.
“I know you’re embarrassed, but you’re doing so well.”
He brought the hand on your chest back down to press again on your stomach, forcing everything out of you. You didn't try to squirm this time, letting him do as he pleased.
Sukuna’s cocks had grown so hard they were hurting. He lifted you higher, slotting between your legs, your wetness seeping through to his own parted robes, spilling down his now exposed lengths. He used your body like a toy, rubbing your leaking cunt on his boner. He was a gross creature, but this was originally your idea. After a moment, he slowly inched you to the floor so your toes were grazing the wet mats, the pee leaving your thighs uncomfortably sticky. He released one arm to pump one of his cocks, he then parted your own robe allowing himself access to your pussy. He could smell the arousal over the urine, his ego erected higher than his two cocks.
You twisted in his hold to see his face better, tears brimming your eyes and blushing all the way to your ears. You saw the cock in his hand, illuminated by the moonlight, and swallowed hard. Why was your husband such a weirdo? And when did you become as foul as him?
——
The next morning, while you two ate in comfortable silence in the dining room, a loud and frustrated curse came from the bedroom. Later that morning, you passed the chambers and caught Uraume nailing in new mats, mumbling under his breath. You decided to keep what you saw to yourself, and remain silent when Sukuna complained about the next meal Uraume had poorly prepared.
how would my 5 followers feel if I posted a few slutty pictures here? (・・?)
I want to shut up forever but I’m always thinking of more dumb shit to say
.ᐟ Masterlist .ᐟ
♱ JJK
Sukuna...
Paint the Town Red
Let Go
Others...
to be announced
♱ MHA
Shinsou...
Still With You
Wake Up Call
Fck Me
Muse
Espresso
Others...
to be announced
♱ GENSHIN
I am no longer writing for Genshin
Xiao...
Tear You Apart
Come on Fuck Me Emo Boy
Headcannons
Dottore...
Headcannons
Childe...
Love is a Bitch
♱ BSD
Dazai...
After the Fire Dies
Fyodor...
After the Fire Dies
Others...
to be anounced
Just added the shin fic to my ao3 as well :3
Still With You ｡𖦹°‧
Shinsou x gn Reader, Hurt/Comfort, mild angst, mention of blood, established relationship, proof read, sfw
Shinsou gets a little aggressive with reader in the beginning, but nothing happens
“Hitoshi, are you ready to talk about what happened?” Your voice was tender in the early morning. You kept your arms wrapped around the boy next to you, fearful that any wrong word or move would send him disappearing again. It seemed like what took place only hours ago, felt like years.
It happened after class, Mr. Aizawa had dismissed everyone to go to lunch. Your boyfriend had seemed odd that day, fidgety and spaced out, something was clearly bothering him. You had intended to talk to him after class and walk with him to the cafeteria like usual, but Shinsou had left the classroom before her. ‘Weird,’ you thought, "did something happen in training last night?’ You and Shinsou often trained with Mr. Aizawa together, but you two also scheduled one-on-one sessions to focus on specific moves or techniques. Shinsou had met with him last night, he’d been intentionally secretive about the new support item he had acquired, wanting to surprise you with what he was learning.
Shinsou could be extremely hard on himself, you knew that, but you had always, and would always, be there for him. Cheering him on, just as he does for you. So this behavior, avoidant and nervous, was disconcerting to say the least.
You stalled in the hallways, waiting for the purple haired boy to pop up any second. When there was a sharp tug on your arm, feet faltered as you were yanked into the broom closet next to you. It was surprising, but wasn't enough to frighten you. The grip on your arm was familiar, though harsher than usual.
“Toshi, are you okay–” your words were cut off when Shinsou roughly grasped behind your neck and began to kiss you. You two had your playful moments sure, you would tease and mess with him, and he would respond with mock anger and firm punishments. But this was different, he was different. You pushed on Shinsou’s chest, trying to get him off of her so that you could speak. Everything about his movements were wrong. His calloused hand gripped your neck harder, but not in that dominant and assertive way you loved so much. This hurt, and panic started to rise in your chest. You managed to shove him off off for long enough to yell.
“Hitoshi, stop!” Shinsou froze. Even in the dark closet you could feel his stillness, could hear his ragged breathing. “What’s going on?”
“Fuck.” he brought his hands up to his face, you tried to grasp them in her own, but he wouldn’t let you. “Fuck-fuck, I’m sorry. Dammit.” His voice sounded pained. Though you knew he’d never intentionally hurt you, his unusual behavior was growing disturbing.
Shinsou threw open the door and began to walk swiftly down the hallway. You weren't going to let him leave you like this, so you followed after him.
“Toshi, talk to me, what was that? Histoshi!” People were looking now, but you didn't care, they could all go to hell.
“Y/n?” His voice was dull now, something was seriously wrong.
“Yes?” You were desperate now, trying to catch up to him. But then your legs stopped suddenly, arms dropping to your side as you felt your expression smooth. You couldn't move. No–
“Don’t follow me.” Shinsou said coldly. He had used his quirk on you. Something you two swore never to do, unless absolutely necessary. His quirk turned off with what felt like a snap to your nerves but when you gained control of your body again, he was out of sight. It took everything you had not to fall to the floor and cry.
“Y/n/n,” Ururaka’s comforting voice sounded behind you. You turned, tears welling in your eyes. “what just happened, are you alright?” your best friend was suddenly at your side. Trailing behind Ururaka was Izuku, who stood closely by, wanting to help but not quite knowing what to do. You found it hard to speak, but still you tried.
“He–he used–” you took a long inhale and let it out shakily. “He used his quirk on me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay–he was acting weird and-and then he.” you stopped talking, now suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. God, this was stupid, the whole school doesn't need to know about your relationship drama.
It wasn’t until later that day, when you were in Ururaka’s room, cuddled around a large stuffed animal, that the tears started to fall. The other girl sat silently next to you face solemn and round eyebrows knitted.
“I don’t know why I’m so bothered by it, I mean clearly he wasn't in his right mind, but I can’t help but feel mad at him.” you laughed bitterly “And I tried to message him, I called him and even went to Mr. Aizawa, thinking maybe he’d know where Toshi went, but nope. Nothing. He’s not in his room, or the training grounds. I checked the weight room and even asked Tokoyami to check the men’s baths. It’s like he just disappeared.” Your head fell to the plushy cagged in your arms. “When something is bothering him, he doesn't like to talk about it, but he’s never pushed me away like this before. I should feel worried, but instead I’m furious.” Ururaka just sat there quietly, listening to her friend spill her heart out. You slept in her room that night.
The next morning, you had a feeling that Shinsou wouldn't be in class, and, unsurprisingly, he wasn't. Anger still pumped in your chest, you’d sent a few strongly worded texts and hadn’t begun to regret them yet. You tried her best to focus on the lecture in class, taking notes and the usual tasks. But in the back of your mind, gears kept turning and thoughts kept forming, drawing your attention away from the lecture. After classes were done, you went to the library to study, but found it to be a useless endeavor. The light of your phone stood like a beacon in your hand. You read through the various insults and threats you’d sent, all left on delivered. You typed out an I’m sorry… then deleted it, Come back. and deleted that too. Some sign that you’re still alive would be nice. You pressed send and turned off her phone.
This continued for two more days.
The waiting was driving you slowly insane. By the afternoon of the second day, your anger had fizzled into that of worry, thinking of every possible reason Shinsou was gone; he had been kidnapped by villains, he went on a walk to clear his head and got lost, he was with another girl. That Mr. Aizawa actually knew where he was, but refused to tell you. Thoughts spiraling on and on until you finally laid down for bed. But you couldn't sleep, didn’t want to either, any moment expecting him to call, or the villain alarm to go off and find out that one of your biggest fears had become a reality. The hours ticked by until finally the clock read 3:15 A.M.
“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Shinsou had now been missing for four days. “If he’s not dead by now, he will be when I get to him.” Then a subtle, singular knock came from your door, you sat up immediately. Heart thumping in your chest. It could be Jiro, she often stayed up late, or a teacher coming to tell you to identify a body, or maybe… You swung the door open and felt every cell in your body go quiet. The figure in the doorway collapsed into you, his broad arms came around your waist and his face buried into your neck. Shinsou melted in your hold. You had half a mind to walk out of the doorway and into your room.
“Oh, thank God.” voice cracking, you sighed deeply as the two of you crumpled to the carpeted floor. Detaching yourself from him only enough to view his face, in the dim light of your dorm room, you surveyed him head to toe. Shinsou’s eyes were sunken and his bags had gotten deeper, his face looked thinner somehow, bruised as well. His upper lip was split and still had remnants of dried blood, his hair messy and unstyled, he was still wearing his uniform pants and shirt, but his tie and blazer were gone, his shirt rumpled and dirty. Your breath caught when you saw his knuckles, deep purple bruises littered his hands. They were still stained crimson with, what you selfishly hoped, was someone else's blood. Shinsou looked completely defeated. You didn't speak, knew you didn't have to, only wrapped yourself back around him and kissed his cheek, then the other.
Lifting both of you off the floor, making your way to the bathroom, ever thankful that U.A. had given each room their own personal ensuite. You guided Shinsou to sit on your bed and started the bath, leaving the door open so that he could see you. While the water was warming you fished out the small first aid kit, it was basic but it would work. You grabbed the extra toothbrush under your sink and set it on the counter. You tried not to rush, but it was difficult, your emotions were somehow all over the place, and controlled at the same time. You always had a few of Shinsou’s clothes lying around in your own closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You didn’t have any boxers but figured it would be okay. Testing the water again, happy with the temperature, you turned it off. You went back to Shinsou, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders drooped and eyes distant. You helped him up and walked into the bathroom.
“I’m going to undress you now, okay?” he probably wouldn't have denied you, but you said it anyway. Slowly and gently, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Shinsou leaned against the counter, bracing his arms as if his legs would give out any moment. You tried to be quick while taking off his pants, shoes and socks, all while keeping your eyes to the floor. Even though there was nothing of him you hadn’t seen before, he deserved that much.
Stripping down to a towel, in case you got sprayed with water, you let him sit on the stool. Kneeling behind him and to turn on the faucet to fill the bucket, you used the detachable shower head to rinse his hair and body. He was shivering and a part of your heart broke in half at that. You hugged him from behind, placing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You pumped the shampoo into your hand and began working through his matted hair. Slowly, with each scrub and rinse, he relaxed a bit. His breathing became slower and more controlled, he met your eyes in the shower mirror, his expression having softened and appeared less severe. Once you had finished washing him, you turned off the shower and whispered near his ear.
“Let’s get you in the bath.” and he followed without complaint, his hand on your hips, kneading gently into your soft flesh. Once Shinsou was comfortably in the bath, you wanted to crawl in with him, but held yourself back.
“I’ll be right back, alright? Just a second, I’m going to make you something to eat then I’ll be here." It hurt to leave him, even if only for a short moment, but you needed to.
You closed the door gently, throwing on the first suitable piece of clothing in sight, and grabbing Shinsou’s dirty clothes as you hurried to the common area. You didn't want to wake anyone, but understood how precarious each second you spent away from him was. Throwing his bundle of clothes into the washing machine, then you raced to the kitchen. Luckily Bakugo had been on dinner duty that night, which meant that he had cooked up an amazing curry and there was a good amount of leftovers. You plopped the food into a bowl and heated it up. While that was warming you waited for the teapot to boil. Everything finished around the same time, and you managed to sprint back to your room, bowl and tea in hand, without spilling anything.
Once back in the dorm, you paused for a single second, set the food and drink down, and took a moment to finally breathe. You opened the bathroom door again, half-worried that he’d be gone again. But he wasn't. Shinsou sat in the bath, asleep, warm water lapping at his sides and all the way up to his shoulders. Your heart lurched for the millionth time that night as you realized he totally could have drowned just now. ‘Falling asleep in a bath, what an idiot.’ You thought with amusement, and couldn't contain your smile. God, you were just glad he was back to her. You woke Shinsou up gently, peppering his damp skin with kisses and soft caresses. He looked a little more alive now, cleaner and less pale.
“I’m back,” kiss “do you,” kiss “need help getting dressed?” kiss. Shinsou blinked his bleary eyes, his lips parted and the sparkle returning to gaze with every display of affection. He shook his head, expression soft. “Okay, I’ll be right outside the door then.”
You sat on her bed, lamplight illuminating her room in a warm, yellow glow.” Pulling on the loose threads of your first aid pouch, the bandages, ointment, and saline wipes splayed out across the comforter. Shinsou exited the bathroom, dressed with a towel over his head, you sat up and brought him to your bed. You cleaned his cuts and scrapes while he ate, only the sound of silverware scraping against the bowl and the quiet buzzing from the lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. Once you were both done, you went back into the bathroom with Shinsou and brushed his teeth for him. Because of the way you’d bandaged his hands, he couldn't really hold anything very well, the cuts were a lot worse than you’d thought. Once all the blood was washed off and you saw the real damage. Keeping your curiosity to yourself, answers and explanations would have to wait. Right now he needed rest. Shinsou leaned his head in the crook of your neck, hands finding their way back to your hips. There was so much you wanted to say, to scream, you wanted to apologize for the texts you sent, wanted to know where the hell he had gone, and why the hell he left in the first place. Who or what he fought and how he won, because the only thing stopping you from finding the piece of shit who roughed him up, was the consolation that he had won.
But everything stilled and you were able to snuggle under the covers, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. Holding on so tight that neither could move, even if you wanted to. The next morning Shinsou could unravel the twisted web of concern, but you didn’t care about excuses right now, you just missed her boyfriend, and promised to never let this happen again.
i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know
I’m currently going down a sad rabbit hole of Dabi tik tok edits and i literally will never forgive Horikoshi for not giving touya what he deserved
I get he’s a villain and his tragic backstory is the reason he chose that life but still, especially with toga ESPECIALLY WITH TOGA OH DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED
“I have nothing to write!!!”
I scream at the blank word doc while my notes page full of original prompts for things I totally want to, and can write, glares at me