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pov: your camera roll if you were dating wakatoshi ushijima.

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hiii “All I can think of is ripping that right off of you.” and Shinsou plz PLS MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE

Of course, my beautiful noodle. Anything for you. ✨ 

TIGHTLY WOUND : SHINSOU HITOSHI x READER

PROMPT: “All I can think of is ripping that right off of you.” 

NOTES: 1.6k, established relationship, halloween, smut, aged up characters, fem pronouns + afab reader, 18+ mdni

You knew he was going to like it. Possibly a little too much.

But there was nothing he could do about if the two of you were in public. Probably.

UA’s hero course students and their significant others gathered a couple times a year to catch up, but the most sacred of these occasions was the annual Class A Halloween party. Probably because they were all a bunch of huge nerds with incurable cases of hero worship, even though they were heroes themselves now, and they took any excuse to dress up as their faves.

Midoriya was always All Might. Kirishima had been Crimson Riot for years, until Mina had had enough and threatened to melt his costume off if he did it one more time. Bakugou was always dressed as himself, which never failed to launch his entire squad into hysterics. And your boyfriend Hitoshi was—adorably—always dressed as his mentor, Eraserhead.

You usually took a more traditional approach, dressing in actual costumes like a vampire, a ghost, a witch, that kind of a thing. But this year, you’d thought of a way to go traditional, while still matching Hitoshi’s costume.

And also maybe drive Hitoshi a little nuts.

You’d pulled on a short slip that matched your skin tone, and then you’d dug out one of Hitoshi’s capture scarves. You’d spent the better part of a half hour carefully winding it around you, positioning it and pinning it in place, letting portions dangle strategically like loose bandages. Then you’d pulled on an old pair of boots and wound those with loose fabric that matched, and voila. A sexy mummy.

And also a partner costume to Hitoshi’s.

Hitoshi had been on patrol all day, so you’d promised to meet him at Mina’s, where the party was usually held. You made it there well before he did, and you’d managed to make the rounds and say hello to everyone, then sat and chatted with some of the Class A girls on Mina’s squashy couch, sipping on some radioactively-colored cocktail she had pressed into your hand that tasted just as toxic as it looked.

You could tell when Hitoshi arrived. The bare skin on your shoulder prickled, almost hot, like a pair of eyes was boring straight through you. You turned to find your boyfriend lounging in the entryway, looking as handsome as ever in his costume.

Telltale strands of messy purple hair peeked out from underneath his black wig, and the replica of his mentor’s jumpsuit—similar to his own hero costume—was belted in at his trim waist, emphasizing the taper from his broad shoulders to his slim hips. His capture weapon was wound around his throat.

And he was staring at you like he could drill holes through your costume if only he concentrated hard enough.

You fought down a laugh. So he liked it.

Hitoshi moved towards you as if pulled by a magnet, stopping just behind you and leaning over the couch. You tipped your head up to look at him, and he gazed back, violet eyes impassive.

“Yo, Shinsou,” Mina said, and a chorus of greetings went up from the other girls. “Great costumes. You guys match!”

“Thanks,” he said in his low drawl, an arm going around you. “Mind if I steal my girlfriend?”

His tone was a touch deeper than normal, something strangely dark in it, and you suppressed a tiny shiver. So he really liked the scarf.

“Not stealing if she belongs to you,” Mina smirked, casting you a knowing look. Your cheeks went warm.

Hitoshi pulled you up over the back of the couch with an easy strength, mindful of the angle of your slip, but rushed, like the building would collapse any second and he needed to get you out.

He half-carried you away, not bothering to release his hold even after you cleared the couch, and you stumbled along after him as he pulled you through the crowds of his classmates, turning a few quick corners until he found the door to the bathroom. He shoved it open, dragging you inside.

No sooner had you made it through the door than you were shoved up against it and kissed within an inch of your life. Hitoshi’s mouth was hot and insistent, and he pressed himself against you hard, a long line of warmth and slender muscle, and his hands kneaded desperately at your waist.

“Hi—Toshi—” you finally managed when he let you up for air.

Hitoshi hummed, trailing burning kisses over the side of your face and down your throat. “Fuck, kitten. What the hell are you doing in my scarf?”

You laughed, cutting off on a gasp when he bit down on your bare shoulder. “—I’m a mummy. Do you—ah!—do you like it?”

Hitoshi let out a groan, pressing his hips into your harder, where you could feel one very firm bit of evidence to suggest that he liked it. “All I can think of is ripping that off of you right now,” he said, sounding hoarse. “I want to unwrap you like a fucking present, just for me, all mine.”

You laughed again. “I am yours. And I don’t know about ripping, but I think some discarding could be arranged.”

Hitoshi was moving before you’d even finished speaking. Long fingers worked into the knots you’d tied to keep the scarf tight and flattering around your waist, and his mouth reattached itself to the side of your neck.

“Gonna fuck you so hard this entire party will hear you,” he promised into your skin, tugging the slip off of you once he’d gotten the knots undone. Then a calloused pair of hands grabbed your waist, turning you and shoving you over the counter top. Hitoshi draped himself over your back, one hand coming up to cup a breast, pinching your nipple between deft fingers.

You let out a startled moan when his other hand slid into your underwear, pressing up into you. He breathed hot against the back of your neck, skillful fingers working into you with an expertise born of familiarity. In a matter of minutes, he had you worked up and writhing over the sink, pushing back onto his hand with wanton abandon.

“Hitoshi, please—” you said.

There was another pinch to your nipple, and then you heard the rustle of fabric as Hitoshi tugged at his pants. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, kitten,” he said, bracing a hand against your back to hold you down as he slid into you. “And when I’m done, you’re going to put that fucking costume back on, and I’m going to take you home and fuck you again, all tangled up in my scarf.”

You swore. “Hitoshi—”

He silenced you with a sharp thrust. “I’m going fuck you again and again, kitten, just like I know you wanted me to when you put that fucking thing on.”

Your nipples brushed the cold stone of the counter, as he drove into you, still pressing you down with a strong hand on your back. His other hand came up to rub slow circles over your clit, maddeningly light in contrast to his sharp thrusts.

“Hitoshi, please—ah!”

His mouth curled into a smirk against your neck. “What’s that, kitten? You want something?”

You bucked wildly, trying to press more firmly into his hand. He just laughed, low and dark, keeping his touch so awfully, horribly, terribly soft.

The lack of pressure drove you to the edge of insanity, and you whined. “Hitoshi, please just touch me, please!”

“I am touching you, sweetheart,” he said lightly. “Maybe if you beg a little louder, you might get what you want.”

A hot flash of embarrassment burned through you. “I can’t…”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “That’s too bad then, kitten.”

His movements slowed, hips working lazy circles into you. You caught a flash of his smile in the mirror, as his touch became even lighter, just barely a whisper against your throbbing clit.

“Hitoshi, seriously, just—fuck me,” you grit out, whining again when slender fingers teased at your nipple with the same maddening gentleness. Hitoshi pressed a kiss against your hair.

“Come on, kitten, let me hear that pretty voice,” he said. “Let everyone hear you, baby.”

And then he thrust into you, hard, at the same time he pressed down on your clit firmly. A loud yelp echoed in the silence, and you realized with some horror that it had come from you. 

Hitoshi didn’t give you any more time to think, though, slamming back into you, hard, toying with your nipple exactly how he knew you liked. You cried out again, whining loudly, while he breathed against your ear, “That’s it, sweetheart. I want everyone to know how good I’m fucking you.”

“Hitoshi, fuck—fuck, hah!”

His pace quickened, his touch growing firmer, more intentional, harder and sweeter and so utterly fucking perfect while he murmured obscenities into your ear. The slide of him inside of you was so good, his voice so hot and filthy in your ear, that he had you coming in mere minutes, sobbing out his name.

Hitoshi pressed a kiss under your ear, whispering your praises, and then he was coming too, pinning you back down against the counter with his weight.

The two of you lay panting, Hitoshi still draped over you and his dark wig sliding off over your shoulder, when there was a sharp series of raps on the other side of the door. And then:

“Yo dude,” came Kaminari’s voice from the other side of the door.

You froze up.

“Congrats on what sounds like a truly masterful railing,” he said, sounding horribly sincere. “But I need you to get out now. I seriously gotta pee.”

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3,500+ Followers Event!

Event: 3,000-3,500+ followers

Pairings: dabi x reader, bakugo x reader, tamaki x reader, kirishima x reader, todoroki x reader, shinso x reader, uwu x sav, iida x reader, midoriya x reader.

Types/Genre: Headcannons, Drabbles, Fluff, Smut (NSFW under the cut!!)

Author Note: this is long over due but i wanted them to be perfect for you guys! and thank you so much for sending requests from the before requests because it really helped me not feel the pressure of over writing more than i cant. i love you guys so much and i hope you guys enjoy all these (15 in total whoop whoop!) stories! i know i suck at fluff but i really tried my best so i am sorry if i butcher your faves. T~T thank you guys for requesting and i really hope you guys like them! 

a/n: i live for soft dabi, i would give him a thousand smooches. *whispers, “hes just misunderstood!”*  i apologize if these are all so cheesy, i am no good at fluff. thank you anon!

~warning(s): mentions of wounds.

“Come on doll, let me take of you. It’s only fair.” You shrugged off his hands again, grunting as you try and clean the wounds on your arm again. He sighs running his hand through his hair, giving you a look short of a glare. After a few moments of watching you fail to keep in your obvious pain, Dabi decided he had enough entertaining you. His firm hands grip your shoulders and carefully sat you down at your kitchen table chair, giving you a soft but stern look. “You always clean my wounds, let me take of yours, alright?” He mumbles taking the warm rag and pours the bit of alcohol on it, carefully wringing the excess liquid out into the bowl you were using before.

You brace yourself for the sting, cussing under your breath deciding to suck in your breath to hold back the feeling of the pain. Dabi continues to clean the cuts that decorated your arm, his hand holding your limb, soft and delicate while the other made sure to get the job done. He looks up at your tense face and body, chuckling as he finishes up and gets the bandages to wrap you up. He’s slow but efficient with his healing, kissing each part that gets covered. “Breathe, it’ll hurt less if you breath through your nose and out your mouth,” he pauses as he continues, smirking up at you. “Plus the constipated look doesn’t suite you-”

“Oh fuck off.” You fight back, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips anyways. You shake your head as you try to calm yourself, lifting your arm just a bit to watch his work. Another sharp sting drags you back to your current situation. You suck your teeth when you feel another sting, breathing as told to rid of the pain. You close your eyes and bite your lip, a small whimper escaping your lips as you let him finish cleaning it up.

He huffs out a small chuckle, repeating the same wrapping process he did before. “You getting off to this or something?” He teases, grinning once you open your eyes and glare at him. He stands up to look at your face bandages, checking if they’re alright before leaning down to give your forehead a chaste kiss.

“Why you gotta be so mean to me?” You joke, holding onto him the best your arms could bend.

“You’re saying that to the person who just cleaned up all of your wounds…” He mumbles against your skin, opting outs for peppering your face with kisses anyways, sealing the random burst of affection with a passionate kiss on the lips. Nothing behind his smug affection had any bad motive behind it. His mind only focused on making sure that you were okay. He leans away, holding your cheeks with his hand, puckering your lips and giving them a teasing kiss.

“‘Cause I love you. Now hurry up and get changed, I got some thing to show you.”

a/n: ive always thought of domestic stuff like this, made my heart go uwu. anyways, hope i wasnt too bad! thank you anon!

~warning(s): none.

“This is fucking confusing!” Katsuki let’s out frustrated growl as his needle slipped from his hands once again. You peered behind your shoulder to see what he was doing, his angry pout and hunched shoulders making you laugh at his frustrated body language. His eyes snap up to look at you, eyes narrowing as he leans forward to see what you have accomplished. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He pouts angrily at your perfect plush of him, the miniature design rivaling the ones of his actual merchandise. “Were we watching the same video?!” He asks looking back at his monstrosity, the only thing he had gotten almost right being the anatomy makeup of your body.

You laugh at his pout, turning back to the finished piece in your hands and cutting the lagging string to make it perfect. “Hey, at least it’s perfect like you-” you purse your lips together, trying to hold back your grin, terribly failing. “Well maybe more perfect than you-”

“OI-” He growls snatching it up and watching your intricate designing and examines it. Katsuki doesn’t take his eyes off the plush, eyes softening as he looks at it closer with a small huff. You turn in his lap and smile brightly as he looks it over, the brand new toy held gently in his hands.

“See, it looks just like you, always fiery and face with passion!” You tease pulling at his cheeks, his hands quick to swat away yours instead. After he takes a moment to admire it he rests it down and crosses his arms over his chest all tsundere-like. You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink at the similarities between him and the plush, shoving his mistake into your hands with the nod of his head. 

“Go on and fix mine. I want mine as perfect as yours.“

a/n: hm… this an odd one. he does stick his tongue out a lot doesnt he? thank you anon!

~warning(s): none.

this can only be fair if i show my fave bakugo pics with his tongue sticking out

~(i mean i have a reaction pic with his images of him looking around floating around the pic but i lost it- t-t)

anyways,,

my favorite manga shots are of with his tongue out. but after a few of yall brought this to my attention, he really does have his tongue out a lot.

as someone who also has that habit of doing that, im guessing its him thinking?

THAT SOUNDED STUPID BUT BARE WITH ME HERE.

often when im focusing on something or thinking, my tongue like,,, assaults my lip?! whether it be poking from the inside of my lip or rubbing it

as someone who also has that habit of doing that, im guessing its him thinking?

cause yall know he has them big bwainz. 

so maybe its just his anxious nature and big brain thinking.

maybe hes a clueless?

~(prototype bakugo who-?)

whether it be him snarling or disgusted, im surprised nothing has crawled down his guzzle by now. 

does it suite him? at this point does it even matter if he looks stupid?

WE. 👏🏽 STILL. 👏🏽 THINK. 👏🏽 HES. 👏🏽 FUCKIN. 👏🏽 PRETTY. 👏🏽

at least, horikoshi said so.

a/n: soooooooo…. i guess this was long awaited. hehe, i hope this is good enough~ its a lil crackish cause i cannot envision reader as anything else LOL. thank you @mci-writing​!

~warning(s): forced marriage, borderline crackfic tbh.

when midoriya first finds you, hes confused.

like veeeeeeeery confused.

its not uncommon to find someone with an aquatic quirk – no.

heck, he has an amphibian friend and knows a pro-hero with just that quirk too!

what he wasnt expecting on this trip that you were the daughter of the pro-hero and you were… ready to marry.

Izuku not knowing what he just got himself into, he accidentally walks himself into a marriage.

“Y-Your… What…?” Midoriya asks confused, his freckled cheeks tinting a light pink. His expression was nothing short of shocked and afraid, not sure what to think or say to this whole thing. 

“You have to marry me~” You giggle batting your lashes, pressing up to get closer to him some more. He tries moving in his seat, eyes darting around and not really sure where to land. He had to admit you were very beautiful yourself, but that didn’t stop the fact he wasn’t ready to get married – or even confront your father on the fact that this was going to happened.

“I-I-I’m not following!?!”

“You picked up my dress, so now we have to get married – its custom.” You say simply, tilting your head to the side with a confused face.

You were too pure.

“P-Please what does this mean-”

“Ah Midoriya, I’ve seen you’ve found my daughter.” Selkie says crossing his arms. His shadow looms over you two, his unwavering strong energy giving him a sense of fear he couldn’t place. The blood in Midoriya’s head leaves his face at the realization at the odd scene: your hands on his chest and waist, your chest pressed up against his body and looking ready to pounce. 

You turn your head back to your father, a wide and giddy smile gracing your lips as you completely forget about Midoriya. You’re quick to leave Midoriya behind, tugging at Selkie’s arm as you beam happily up at him.

“Daddy I’m getting married!”

“Is that so sweetie-poo?” He smiles down at you sweetly, eyes dangerously looking over at Midoriya. The said gentleman feels a chill run up his spine at the look, looking away and scootigng away to gain a safe distance to bolt if he needs to. “Take good care of her, Izuku.” 

Midoriya could only nod, nervously gulping as he can’t do anything but accept his fate. He watched as you rant about the “proposal” and how excited you were for the wedding. He rubs his hands over his face as he thinks over the last hour, not sure what to do.

Just what the hell did he get himself into?

a/n: so anyways, you know we should be married. thats the author note. @itsyaboiyeetdabonem​

~warning(s): smexy innuendo.

“I baked you cake.”

“… A cake? Why a cake?” 

“Fine then don’t eat it.” UWU huffed taking it away and pouting at Sav’s behaviour. Sav’s eyes sharpen at the action, hands reaching to bring back the cake that was surprisingly decorated and pretty. 

Sav’s mouth started water with anticipation, whining as UWU insists on taking it much to Sav’s chagrin. “Okay, okay – I’m sorry may I have a piece?” She pouts up at her with puppy eyes. She smiles once the plate is gifted right back into her awaiting hands. She carefully places it down on the counter, getting the knife ready to cut and carefully slices it. Sav gets on to her tippy toes to receive plates from the cupboards. 

Sav didn’t take in long in bringing their plates to their small shared island, digging in once she’s sat down. She hums as the taste of the sweet frosting and cake melt in her mouth, humming as she feels fuzzy at the pastry.

“I bake great, don’t I.”

Sav snorts at her proud attitude, taking her another piece and humming at the taste. “Not too shabby.”

“Not too shabby?”

“Not too shabby,” Sav pauses giving UWU a look over, a small blush brushing dusting UWU’s cheeks as she looks away with an annoyed roll her eyes. Sav grins at her behaviour, leaning over to give her cheek a kiss before whispering in her ear,

 “doesn’t taste better than the chef~”

a/n: tamaki is so fucking SMOL! i think we all need to give props to him for trying his best. ;; and honestly i feel liek this was fucking corny so i sincerely apologize. thank you anon!

~warning(s): sav attempting fluff.

“Y-You don’t mean that…”

“Of course I do Amajiki! Why wouldn’t I?” You question giving his hand a squeeze, not paying any mind to the stares that the other people gave on the deck. His cheeks lightly dust as you don’t cower in your affection. Not even once.

Amajiki was speechless, chopsticks poking at his bowl of rice. “I-I…”

You giggle reaching across the table to hold his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “Ama, we’ve known each since our first years at Yuuei… I’ve seen how much you’ve grown since our first year to now,” You start as your energy softens a bit, thumb rubbing at the skin of his hand. “Even with everything that happened, I find it commendable at how strong you are.” You smile as you think back on it, the memories of him growing on you once again flutters in your chest. “I-I know it might seem like I’m lying but I’m not. I really love and look up to you, Tamaki.”

His heart bumps at your confession, hands twitching in nervousness as he feels the overwhelming urge to express his feelings. 

Happy? Joy? Excitement? Love? 

Once again, had him speechless. And this time he wasn’t sure how to deflect your kind words of admiration. Or even thank you. 

You said you love him…

Had he known about how you truly felt, maybe he would’ve been able to say how he felt too…

You softly laugh giving his hand a squeeze before pulling it away to hold onto your bowl. “I hope I didn’t scare you too much, you don’t have to say anything right now.” You lightly gulp feeling a bit embarrassed for once, not sure how to feel if his awkward silence was his way of building up to reject you. Your other hand gets busy with wrapping your sticky rice with your beef and Spinach leaf wrap, trying to distract yourself from the impending doom. 

Your brows raise a bit at his next words, your heart skipping a bit as you find yourself speechless too.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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Nighttime Cuddles

Tsuyu Asui x GN! Reader Fluff

Summary: You and your girlfriend, Asui, decide to have a movie night in the dorms on a rainy night. It was so fun, and you made great memories, as well as made friends with someone who finally showed how nice he can be.

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It was raining hard, water droplets hitting the windows with such force that you thought they might break. “Tsu, are you coming or nah?” You laughed out. Your girlfriend was in the dorm kitchen making popcorn for the movie you were about to watch, a sweet comedy-romance type. “I’m going as fast as I can. Kero.” Tsuyu giggled out. 

The popcorn is finally done, and Tsuyu on her way, you begin looking for the movie. “You said About Time right? For our movie? Kero.” “Yeah I did, it’s really a cute movie. Filled with happy feelings.” You say, finally finding it and pressing play. Tsuyu sat next to you, with a bowl of popcorn, leaning against you as she tried to get under the big fluffy blanket you had gotten out.

The movie was playing, you 2 were snuggling, and everything was fantastic. You felt your head start to droop, and your eyelids got so heavy all the sudden. You could hear her light breathing, indicating that she was sleeping already. You leaned your head onto hers and fell into a light sleep.

You woke up to rustling, movement. You opened your eyes to see what it was. 

It was a person, a man. A blonde one to be precise.

“Bakugo? What time is it? Why are you still up, and what the hell are you doing?” You groaned out, groggy from the slumber you had just awoken from. A gruff voice responded. “You and Kermit fell asleep and the movie y’all were watching was still on, it was looped or some shit. It’s like 2 in the morning and that shit was still on when I came down here, so I turned it off. You guys also kicked the blanket off and Kermit goes into…hibernation when it…gets too…cold…so…” He got quieter and quieter.

“Aww how sweet, you care about us Kachaan! I knew you weren’t so mean, well, not as mean as everyone said.” You chuckled, sensing the embarrassment that the blonde was feeling.

“Hey no! It wasn’t like that! It would suck if you both got sick because you got too cold, because the it would mean more housework for me and fuck that! And don’t call me Kachaan!” The spiky haired boy responded, trying to cover for his kindness earlier.

“Whatever you say.” You said softly as you drifted off into another deep sleep, listening to the blonde lightly stomp away in a bashful manner, and pulling Tsuyu closer and cuddling her sleeping form. She hugged you back, nuzzling into your neck, content with the position she was in. You relaxed a final time, and drifted off, still amused with all that had happened, and quite happy with your current situation.