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i 100% believe that katsuki would only confess when he thinks you can’t hear him
either when loud music is playing or when your sleeping
if it’s the latter then it’s after movie night when everyone has gone to bed
and you’re half asleep on the couch
he is obviously tasked with bringing you to bed but he can’t help but to stare at you for a few seconds
this would probably be the softest katsuki would be (cause he’s tired and it’s after his bedtime)
“y/n.” he called out lowly, with no intention of actually waking you.
when you don’t wake up is when he’d look away. “y’know you’re more tolerable like this.. your dumbass never shuts up.” a ripple went through the couch as he chuckled slightly. who knew bakugo katsuki could laugh?
“how’d you fall asleep anyway?” his tone rises a bit before he remembered you were sleeping. “how much sleep did you get last night?”
“fuck i don’t care.” he stopped himself for a second. silence enveloping the room except for your snores.
“i’ve seen you hanging with shitty hair. don’t think i don’t notice.” he paused briefly. “fuck that, do what you want, i couldn’t care less.”
he could’ve sworn he saw you laugh but he ignored it. “i hate your dumbass…” he rubbed his face. “you’ve made me fall for you.”
Omg, I loved your little blurb about Shoto and Y/N in the library! If you’re not taking requests then I apologize, but could you write a part two to it? Maybe after graduation? Thank you 🙏♥️
[ read part 1 here ]
you sat down at the restaurant table. it was a fancy one, a new one shoto insisted on going to as soon as you both were free from your jobs. you both had only graduated a few months ago but barely had time for each other. thus shoto insisted that any time you both were free would be reserved for you to spend time together.
you subtly checked out the man you’ve watched grow since you both were sixteen - he was beautiful. “i’ve missed you.” shoto said, not so subtly checking you out.
“i’ve missed you, too.” you smiled as the waitress set down two menus.
“so how have you been?” you asked, eyes glancing over the various appetizers.
“izuku and ochaco are officially dating.” he answered, flagging down the waitress before setting down his menu.
“oh?” you looked up smiling before noticing his nonchalant expression. “oh.”
“yeah, i don’t think it’s what’s best for them right now.” the waitress set down both of your foods.
“well, maybe they’re happy.” silence passed as you both ate. it was always fun settling down and talking with shoto. even if the conversation topic was one of your mutual friends.
“do you think we’re happy?”
you looked up from your plate with surprise. where was this coming from? “o-of course! baby, i love you.”
suddenly he got up, kneeling in front of you. reaching in his back pocket, pulling out a tiny black box. your hands immediately went up to cover your mouth in shock. “i brought you three rings before i settled on this one. so hopefully you like it.” his other hand went up to scratch the back of his head.
“shoto…”
“when i first saw you it’s like i could breathe again and when you kissed me i could love again. i never thought i would ever deserve someone like you. but you deserve so much more and i promise to be the best i can be for you, if you allow me. if you allow me, i will make sure your tears are never bitter, your pain never goes unnoticed, your love never wasted. y/n, will you marry me?”
tears welled in your eyes at his words. how could someone ever love you this much? “yes.” you answered, hugging your fiancée.
would i look like a bitch if i bought the verification checks
✄ ｍｈａ ｃｈａｒｓ ａｓ ｒｕｐｉ ｋａｕｒ ｑｕｏｔｅｓ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖
deku
if you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise
shoto
the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it
katsuki
to hate is an easy lazy thing but to love takes strength everyone has but not all are willing to practice
touya
when death takes my hand, i will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.
denki
i know i should crumble for better reasons but have you seen the boy he brings the sun to its knees every night
[read part 2 here]
“we are not getting married!” you exclaimed, hand slamming down your pencil. you were currently in UA’s library which was filled with working students studying for the upcoming exams.
this is what you were meant to be doing but your study partner was being very distracting. “why not?” he asked, face genuinely curious.
“uh for one we’re third years…” you whisper yelled after noticing multiple students giving you a dirty look.
“so is money the issue? i can always use my-“
turning back down to your work you began working again, ignoring the male opposite of you.
“i want to make you my spouse, y/n, please let me.” this made you jump. was he really this serious about marrying you?
“how about this… once we graduate, we talk about this again and maybe I’ll say yes.”
“okay.” he agreed, finally picking back up his pencil.
“is that the best you can do?” simon asked, chuckling underneath his mask. he was supposed to be training you but you could barely land a punch on the six foot soldier.
“fuck you.” out of breath, you put your hands on your knees in an effort to catch your breath. “quit going easy on me.”
suddenly reinvigorated, you get back into your stance, preparing to try again. locking eyes with your opponent, you attempt a two hit combo only for him to block each once again.
“fuck!”
“nice moves.” soap entered the room, sipping on a cup of coffee. “try going for his legs, fuckers too big for his own good.”
taking his advice you readied your stance for one last time. with a surprise attack, you slid on the ground, using pure strength to hopefully knock him over. suddenly out of no where your vision went black.
“you’re crushing me.”
“i’ve been waiting for you to kick my ass.” Simon said, helping you up.
“thanks for the show, guys.” Soap laughed.
imagining shoto confessing his love for you at the most inconvenient times. like you could be in the middle of the mcdonald’s drive through or taking a shit and he’ll just be staring at you. then when you finally ask him what, he’s just like “i will always love you.” in the most heart wrenching tone. obviously you say it back but that doesn’t make it any less funny.
him googling how to be funny after seeing how much you laugh at denki’s jokes
his only ick being that he HAS to swim with googles and the flip flops that go in between your toes
watches romcoms and just questions the main couples actions throughout the whole movie
can freestyle surprisingly well
✧ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｓｔｏｌ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes and the never knowing when you would see him again. it was tiring. the thing was you weren’t even supposed to miss him. you both had established from the start that the relationship between you too was strictly beneficial - a chance for you both to blow off steam.
but then you both were fucking and something seemed to switch in you. it must’ve been the way he seemingly stared into not just your eyes but your heart or the way he carefully pumped in & out of you for you found yourself letting him in. which was bad not just for you but him as well.
it meant that you would have to confront these feelings. it meant you’d have to tell him and who knew what you would lose if so.
suddenly you heard a knock on your bedroom window. getting up you went to unlock it, not even bothering to check who it was. settling back on your bed you avoided his gaze.
“no hello?”
“not today, no.” your tone might’ve gave irritation but everything in you was holding back from the one thing you both said to avoid with your relationship - love.
with a dip into your mattress, he began rubbing your lower leg softly. “you good?” he wasn’t asking if you were okay but good enough to fuck. of course not, this wasn’t a loving relationship but beneficiary one.
“mmhmm.” you’d be dumb to say no. for a chance for him to hold you, you’d give a thousand stars. next thing you knew he was inside you, hands holding yours above your head.
your hips jutted into his with great need. you needed more from him. more than just a quick fuck. “tell me this is real.” you begged. “show me it’s real.” mumbling into his shoulder, you felt his rhythm stuttered a bit.
“y/n?”
“fuck, touya, please. i need you.” the cat was officially out of the bag. with your words, he finally finished, cum rushing into your walls. your own climax coming soon after.
silence overcame the room as both your heavy breaths haltered.
“what did you say?” he asked, head turned away from yours.
“n-nothing.” you whimpered as you watch him quickly dress. you knew it was over, you had gotten caught in the moment - a manufactured kind of love. he had seen something he never was meant to see yet you were glad. for your heart yearned for him.
once he was fully clothed he turned towards you. leaning down he softly grazed your cheek with his finger before walking towards the door, slamming it behind him. you silently sobbed as you knew this was the last time you’d see him.
¡! ❞ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅｓｏｍｅ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬
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you sat in the main hall as everyone finished celebrating. ivar had just announced the next raids and everyone was more than excited. you, however, weren’t looking forward to being without your husband as you both had just married. you wished to spend time with him but you knew what kind of person he was when you both wed.
at last, the only people left in the hall were you, ivar in his throne and a drunken hvitserk. noticing them seemingly in a deep conversation you turned to the bedroom when you were called.
“brother,” ivar began, hand pulling you into his lap. “something has been troubling me. my beautiful wife has noticed you staring at her.” his mouth quirked upwards with that familiar sense of mischief.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, when had you told ivar this? “staring? when?” he finished with a mouth full of ale.
“never mind that. you know what this tells me, it tells me you think you are better than me brother.” ivar’s hand began to rub your thigh. “am i correct?”
“no- i could never..”
“staring at her beautiful face, “ his fingers brushed your cheek. “staring at her body,” his hand squeezed your thigh as you stared at him timidly. “staring at her chest.” suddenly his hand ripped open your top, your boobs spilling out.
“ivar!” you exclaimed, arms going to cover your self.
“i understand now!” he clapped, “you wish to fuck her.”
“no.” hvitserk seemed to have sobered up at his brother’s actions.
“yes,” ivar chuckled, “yes you do, brother. well go head.”
“what?” both you and hvitserk asked in sync.
“no, i can’t. she’s yo-your…” hvitserk mumbled inaudibly. your eyes traveled to his and he quickly looked away, refusing to make eye contact. had he really been staring at you this entire time, wishing for your affections?
“my what, hvitserk?” ivar’s tone had darkened as if he had grown tired of the little game between him and his older brother.
“your wife.” he finally coughed up.
“correct. now watch me fuck my beautiful wife.” his hand roughly grasped your cheeks, planting a hard kiss to your lips. his other hand began working on your skirts, ripping them open till you were only down to your garments.
“ivar…” you whispered.
“ssh, my love.” too soaked for your dignity you began opening his pants revealing his hard length. “go ‘head, darling.” you sat down on his length, allowing him to stretch you out slowly.
“fuck.” he grumbled, hands going your guide your hips. “faster.” he commanded, a slap landing on your ass.
you sped up, hips grinding into his length with velocity. you could care less where you were right now or who was watching. this was the most ivar had touched you in awhile.
moaning, you began to lean back. as your head curved back, your eyes met hvitserk’s. ivar chuckled as his hands went into his pants revealing his member.
“i guess he did want to fuck you after all.”
when i say shoto copies literally everything you do i mean everything. he could be waiting on patrol and his sidekick just turns around to him with his hand on his hip cleaning his nails. he even picks up on your speaking cadences and quirks. its to the point where others start to notice it and they pick on him for it then he’s just like “do not make fun of y/n😠 ☝️”
- ,, ｌｉｆｅ ｏｒ ｄｅａｔｈ， ｌｏｖｅ ｏｒ ｈａｔｅ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭
⌦ .｡.:*♡
you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office.
rubbing your eyes with tiredness, you turned to sleep as the nurse left with a bang of the door.
“fuck.” you recognized that scruffy voice anywhere. quickly getting up to verify, you slid the curtains to your bed revealing a bandaged Ghost.
“youre fucking kidding me.” simon fucking riley the one guy you couldn’t get along with on the team.
“lovely to see ya too, sweetheart.”
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
he held his hand up, “someone knock their head too?” a mission gone wrong. you had forgotten to clear every room in the house resulting in not one but two men getting the jump on you and ghost.
“right. you gonna scold me about that too?”
“hell fucking yeah.” he scoffed. “i’ve met children better at this job than you. bloody lucky you have gotten the boot yet.”
“everyone seems to agree with you on that one.” a few moments passed between you as you both kept eye contact.
“i could give two fucks,” he began, the energy in the room seemed to shift. “you almost died and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” you stared as he made his way over to your bed, towering over you.
“then show me you care.” your mouths immediately smashed into eachother as if you both had been waiting for this moment forever. it was almost as if a fire had started in your mind that had been waiting to be stoked.
both your clothes came off like honey, simon taking his time to kiss every bit and piece of you as if he wished to imprint it in his mind forever.
“want me to eat this pretty little cunt, yeah?” you whimpered for him, hips lifting towards his mouth. “that’s too bloody bad then.” he chuckled as he immediately slid inside you without prep.
it was like you were seeing stars - his huge length accompanied by the zero prep stunned you. it was like your body was a song and his fingers already knew all the notes. his rhythm, in up out, was something you never knew you needed but now you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without.
“fu-fuck you,”
“mm, love to.” he continued his assault as he pumped into your hips with force. you refused. you refused to show the fucker he actually was fucking you good.
“ill fuck you out, love.” he smirked, “maybe fuck some sense in ya, hah?” you weren’t gonna last.
older brother! shoto taking you to the park every time there was a fight
you telling him to grow out his hair and not touching it till you tell him to cut it
physically fighting endeavor atleast once and him letting it happen
him highkey being into photography and u being his muse resulting in him constantly taking pics of you in vulnerable states
him copying every thing he sees you do and i mean everything because he just thinks youre so cool and loves you so much
dad!shoto picking up crocheting just to make lil booties and hats for the baby
Broooo T4t Denali fic? He’s my comfort character for sureeeeeeee
you both had been friends since first year thus you got to watch his journey first hand
from the patchy hair dye to the awkward alt phase, you were there with him through it all
so when you finally came out yourself he was more than comforting
you sat in the class 3A common room. it was dark and everyone had gone to sleep but you? you couldn’t get a wink in. plus you had something on ur mind that had been bothering you.
“yo, y/n?” the sparky make appeared from the dark hallway, quickly making his way to the couch you were on. “why are you here? are you good?”
at first you were silent debating even bringing up the topic. “i have something to tell you, denki.”
“wassup?” he mumbled timidly, slowly sinking into the cushion next to you.
“i’m trans.”
“your trans.” you both said in sync.
“wha-how’d-“
“babe,” he placed a hand on your arm. “we all do.”
you cutting his hair when it gets too long and doing his t shots for him
u both exchanging clothes from when u were both pre-t/pre-e
both ur favorite halloween movie being wendell & wild
class 3a raising money for both your surgeries
eventually once his voice dropped, he saw bottom growth among other things and the immediate thing he did was sent u nudes
denki
3 attachments 2:43 am
denki
can’t wait for you to fuck me good, babe 2:44 am
him begging for u to fuck his lil cunt and u gladly doing so
‗ ❍ ｎｏｖａｌｕｎｏｓｉｓ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖
˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩
The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements. The bass from the speakers could be heard from down the street. It was "just a reunion" and "no one was really gonna be there" is what you were told. Yet here you stood, fresh off a plane from America, struggling to find any of your old classmates.
Walking further into the club, copious amounts of perfume, wine, sweat and other mystery liquids hit your nostrils. You were scared that if you breathed in any deeper whatever was perspiring off the crowd would enter your system and give you some new sickness. It didn't seem that far-fetched, who knows what these people carried from club to club.
Some dark green cargo shorts, a red graphic tank top and Deku's old sneakers is all you had on. Course, you were only expecting maybe a handful of Class 1A's old students to be joining you. Stopping near the bar you considered texting Mina to see what was up but a record screech caught your attention.
Settling onto one of the empty bar stools, you turned your attention the stage located on the opposite side of the room. The loud music had dissipated but with the new addition of blond and red hair on stage you knew it wouldn't be long till more bass barraged your eardrums again.
Now facing the bartender, you nodded off his offer for a drink. The smell seemed to be lighter or you had just gotten used to it. Either way, if you didn't see a familiar face, face-to-face, you were gonna check out.
If you were being honest, you didn't even know why you were here in the first place. I mean, sure, you were under the impression that this was a reunion to see some old classmates and talk about your new pro-hero lives post-UA. Yet, with everything that had happened leading to your trip to America, you didn't exactly feel like seeing your old friends. If anything, you wanted to actively avoid it. But Ashido was your girl, who just happened to be very convincing.
Class 1-A's former designated dumb and dumber were both on stage singing karaoke to old uverworld songs and everyone in the crowd near the stage was absolutely eating it up. Their horrendous vocals didn't bother you but the fact that every second that passed of them singing was another second of your time wasted sure did.
"Y/n!" That ecstatic shriek of your name could only come from a certain somebody so when you turned and was met with a sudden tight embrace you weren't surprised.
"Ashido~~"
"I missed you~" She groaned, finally letting you go.
"Mmm~~" You didn't hug people but Ashido always managed to wrap you in one. "Listen if-"
"He brought Kiko." Unwrapping herself from around you, she stepped back in silence in preparation for however you were going to react.
You knew it was inevitable - at some point when you moved back to Japan you were going to have to confront the thing that was Shoto Todoroki. If it was one thing you were good at, it was running from your problems. I mean you moved across the planet just to avoid one of the biggest problems of your post-UA life.
"Girl, you could not had expected him to not move on. People quite literally throw their pussy, dick and various other holes at him-"
"Ashido." You closed your eyes in annoyance, fingers rubbing your eyes haphazardly.
She paused for a moment - if there was anyone who understood the gravity of the situation it was her - and let you recollect yourself. "If it means anything to you.. He obviously still wants you. Everyone can see it and I don't think he cares to hide it honestly."
"Yo, Pinky, you said you was going to get us drinks." Rocco. Fellow American who was flown to Japan on scholarship for his was for athleticism.
Sitting back on the bench, you avoided having to speak - for many reasons. "Waitt, yoo?" His locs bounce in your direction. "Is that lil blur, shit, I was wondering where you went. Why you ain't never text me?" He whined, lips dropping into a small pout.
For the full first year - you, Rocco and Eli (who now lived in America again) all would have to take Japanese classes in place of another class. For almost an hour everyday, it was just you three causing shit for whatever teacher had the burden of watching y'all for the day. Rocco had always been a good friend but then he graduated your first year and went on with his football career.
"Wait hold on, was you and Eli really fucking?"
"Why you couldn't wait over there?!" Ashido stopped the 5'12 quarterback before you could respond, leading him by his arm back into the crowd. She had obviously told him the circumstances of you leaving. Couldn't blame her all of twitter was still talking about it.
Opening your messages both the class 1A groupchat and the various other groupchats filled with different groups in the class were all simultaneously blowing up.
< actual top 3 🙄👿 >
kami
do u guys see where kyoka went ?? we were gonna do karaoke ;( 8:59 pm
mina
she dont want u 💀 9:03 pm
mina
also y/n is even here yet ❗️9:05 pm
y/n
one of yall please meet me at the door i cannot do this rn 9:07 pm
kami
ohmgg y/n plzz do kariojekeee !!! eee9:08 pm
kami
i think ejjri wants 2 fuck ne 9:12 pm
Glancing up from the luminous screen, your eyes were meet with those familiar grey and blue hues. They looked healthy. Like he hadn't missed a lick of sleep since you last shared his sheets. His hair was longer now and was curling around his ears. Your fingers hummed with the memory of his touch. But he wasn't yours to remember or to love anymore.
"Y/n." Your eyes flickered to his hand that was locked with who you knew as Kiko. She was gorgeous - a much better compliment to his beauty than you ever were in those few years. "Hi."
"Shoto." You mustered a smile. "Hi." Your voice definitively shivered there but here Todoroki Shoto stood in front of you. The first time since you snuck out his apartment last July.
"This is Kiko." He introduced.
"I grew up watching you guys during the festivals. Never got around to doing the whole pro-hero thing though." She seemed to gleam at you.
'Wow, her smile was just as pretty, huh.' You thought. Tall, blasian and a non-hero. His ratings were sure to do numbers with this one. Wonder whose idea it was.
"Mm, well then I'm sure you remember all the shit I ate." 'God, fuck me in the ass.'
You were hoping the lack of engagement in your tone would open the very drawn out conversation for a subject change but it only seemed to fill her with more excitement as she prepared to speak again. Was she really this interested in your training days? Maybe she grew up loving you so much that she wanted to be just like you.
"How was the flight back? No issues?" Well, that shut her up.
"Took my dramamine and turned on my playlist." 'Fuck did that sound too irritated.'
"Mm." 'Definitely did, now he's leaving.' "I tried to call you. Was your number changed?"
"Yeah, got a new phone when I got there." It was meant to be a bit of self care. You replaced all the shit from your old life to focus on new experiences. That kind of thing. At least that's what you thought at the time. Now you just wonder how many times he contacted you and you never responded.
His eyes focussed on the device on your lap. You refused to look him in the eye and you could tell Kiko was growing unsettled by the energy you both created in the air. She was glancing back and forth between your drained eyes and his yearnful ones that were still focussed on your hand that grasped your phone.
"Oh shit, is that Y/N?!! Back from the Americas." 'Thank god for Hanta fucking Sero.'
You immediately stood up to hug him as he patted his friend's shoulder before walking towards you. Hanta always had the best hugs in the class.
"Yeah, I think you need a drink." You let Hanta lead you as you felt Shoto and Kiko get further and further till your fingers no longer ached for his touch.
denki kissing ur stretch marks asking you to promise to never do it again for him ok? 🥺
him 100% listening to kpop but he’s also an avid kdrama watcher and sometimes him & katsuki exchange recs
his birthmarks consisting of little lightening bolts
he’s bi4bi and t4t hate to say it
him shooting lil shocks through you when he cums
hiii I just wanted to let you know that I love how you write !!! You should continue writing bc I literally love it when you appear on my tl 💗💗
omg my heart tysm 🥰😭😭 i shall continue to write just for u anon 🤞
why do i feel like shoto would overhear the word dookie then try to call you it after
like on sum “hey lil dookie” then u just burst out laughing and he’s just there like 🙁
shoto leaving u on read if u don’t say good morning/goodnight back
him learning how to cornrow a black!readers hair
him unironically starting to call you mommy after you called him daddy once
fantasy prince!shoto seeing your face once and searching for your face everyday after that, him going as far as to have a painter paint a picture of it
him shaving the drapes only for your sake
imagining ghost struggling to work out as he watches you across the room. with your thin basketball shorts and see through tank top how else was he supposed to focus on his reps. no, instead he’ll watch you as you eased downwards weights in hand. the way your ass curved, the way your waist eased in & out. he silently groaned as he felt his pants tighten in anticipation. if only he could just talk to you.
extra points if they do the “i know, i know” as they slowly push in and out of you
boys who want to hold your hand during sex have my heart
petty!shoto posting pics of u at specific angles knowing katsuki uses them to masturbate in his room
katsuki fucking ppl who look just like you just for a inkling of what it’s like
adult!katsuki drunkenly confessing to adult!shoto abt his love for you
jealous!shoto taking you home off after friends night out and fucking you to remind you of who you belong to
various cosplayers/shippers dropping porn of all three of you in paris
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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮
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kiri told me i should write this and i thought it’d be a good idea. i considered just calling you but i know your busy with the kids and pregnancy and shit. dammit. i guess i should tell u why i’m texting you this well i’ll just fucking say it then. i love you. shit i’ve never said that shit before.
i’ve loved your stupid face and stupid laugh since first year, y/n and like a dumbass i didn’t think to tell u once. but then you got with icyhot and forgot all about me. yet you didn’t see me complain once. cause you were happy and i couldn’t give two shits who made you happy. then i had to give up on u or i’d lose out on being number one hero. yet here i am with neither. don’t you realize, he made me choose.
but now it’s been years and i still fucking love you. and seeing you pregnant with that bastards child only makes worse. and ive had to stop myself from doing something i should have never even thought abt doing in the first place. i had to stop myself from loving you, y/n. not just for urs or his sake but my own. i knew i could never have you. i knew i could never love you yet i do. yet i want you.
imagining being pregnant with simon’s baby and him stuttering while talking to ur belly
him insisting on you retire from service as soon as you find out
him being extra careful on the battlefield
imagining him carrying a pic of ur ultrasound in a tin box in his chest pocket
him finally getting home and cherishing you right at the end of your third trimester
dabi’s the type to get a tongue piercing just to fuck u stupid with it
imagine fucking dabi after a mission gone well and fucking him after a mission gone bad
dabi’s fuck playlist consisting of partynextdoor, deftones & miguel
dabi promising to die for you while y’all fuck and only u
painter!dabi painting a pic of u sleep after a long night
dabi’s the type to fake cry abt his scars to get you to kiss him
dabi’s the type to stop fucking you just to mock your moans
dabi’s the type to hunt down ur ex after you complained abt them once
dabi 100% listens to paramore specifically all i wanted & liar
imagine fighting over his need for revenge just to fuck it out later
Love Bomb
18+
Todoroki Shouto X Reader (BNHA)
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Pollen, Angst & Fluff
During a fundraiser, you’re hit with an odd quirk; your ex-boyfriend is there to save you.
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