Platonic Yandere Another Typical Fantasy Romance HC
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tw: yandere
AN: No one requested this. I just write it for my own entertainment.
Summary: Reader is Pell and Lithera’s daughter
Kartha Weathers
This idiot travels to the North the moment he receives a letter from Lithera that she gave birth to a baby girl. Kartha will volunteer to be your godfather the moment he saw you. Pell will be suspicious at first about his intention, but Kartha will inform your father that he will protect you in the west by blocking potential suitors and marriage proposals. Your father will instantly agree to Kartha’s brilliant plan.
Kartha will shower you with gifts from the west. He is always present on your birthday and talks about you whenever he has to go back for business. Pell has to give him his own room in the Termaine estate because of how often he visits. He will make excuses about business matter just to travel in the North. It’s not a bad thing actually because it’s strengthen the businesses in North and West.
He is your number two fanboy (of course, your father Pell is the number one). If camera exists in this world or time, he already has hundreds of your pictures because you are just so cute.
Kartha hates your godmother, Monilla Teika. He thinks she looks like a witch who will devour his cute goddaughter.
Monilla Teika
She’ll volunteer to be your godmother. But will be pissed off to find out your parents agreed to have Kartha to be your godfather. What are they thinking? Moni thinks that your godfather is just a bad influence and can’t even take care of you.
Moni will be bragging about you in every tea party and balls she went. People will be curious about the little treasure hidden in the North. She’ll forget about etiquette and being a lady if she hears someone expressing their interest to have their son marry you in future.
Those noble are not good enough to be your husband.
Lithera
You’re her definition of happily ever after. She’s overprotective towards you and wants to keep an eye on you at all times. The baby room is just for display because you’ll be sleeping with mommy and daddy.
What if the heat in your room went out in the middle of the night? You might get sick or worst, die from cold. What if an assassin come to your room? Your mom will always be paranoid about your safety.
Though she’s always paranoid about your safety she doesn’t hold you back and support you to do whatever you want. Just let her dress you because she likes her princess to always be cute.
Trust her to roast anyone who disagrees that you’re the cutest girl in the world.
Pellus
Your dad is your number one fanboy. He was scared to hold you at first. Pell fell in love the second time (the first time is with your mom duh). How can a monster like him have an angelic baby like you?
He was worried that you’ll be scared at his looks but you ignore those scars and just love him. You’re daddy’s girl and he loves it when you whine that you want to spend time with him.
Pell will bring you wherever he goes. You’ll have your own desk and playground in his office. If you and your mom have a matching dress. Of course, Pell will get you a sword that matches his sword. Your dad will teach you how to kick ass. Yup, you’re his princess but you should know how to kick men’s ass just for safety.
Expect him to come rushing to your room when he heard you sneeze. Hearing his princess sneeze will send him to full panic mode. Pell will call a priest anytime of the day just to get your healed.
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Summary: Agriche are known to be cruel. What will happen to an Agriche who’s far from being cruel?
tw: soft yandere?
Lante’s POV:
After three years of not paying attention to the woman, I brought home with me. I received the news about her death and my daughter with her was now alone, without a guardian. The fact that she was pregnant was something I already knew because of the countless nights I spent with her. Why I didn’t receive a report about her giving birth? Maybe she hid it from me because she knows what happens to my children.
Don’t post, copy, rewrite or translate in any platforms.
Warning: This content could be explicit sexual situations, depictions of violence or abuse, or other ‘adult’ content not intended for younger readers (MINORS DNI). Some readers may find the following content disturbing. Reader’s discretion is advised.
tw: yandere
AN: This is just me cleaning up my drafts :)
Leticia remembers your cafe because it was the only place who gives free bread to street kids like her. You warmly welcome street kids to take the breads that didn’t get sold for the day so they can have something to eat. Even when Leticia got adopted by the Duke, she didn’t forget the kindness you showed her. So when she finally has time to go out with Jade, she drags her older brother to your small cafe.
I only write NSFW content for the adults! All of my fics feature black coded readers but anyone can read. Most of the time my writing comes out race neutral anyway but it’s something to keep in mind. This is a safe place for black women. Respectful people can visit.
A/N: I literally could have written so many chapters of this but decided not to drag it out. Thank you so much for all of the kind words. This series was so well received. I loved reading all your comments. (I’ll probably come around and edit this later. I just had to force myself to post)
()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
Whiskey headbutts you under the chin until you roll over to get out of bed, “Acting like I don’t feed you,” you pet his chin.
You spot the stack of papers on your nightstand and pick them up, skimming the pages. Unconsciously, you touch your neck and swallow, “Asshole.”
You make Whiskey’s food with your quirk, open the smelly cat chow, and scoop it out with a spoon into his bowl while you make your coffee and go over the list.
“Daddy kink?” You read the first one and snort, “Yeah, no.” You check the box with an ‘X.’
“Think we’ve kind of established impact play,” you check it with a tick.
You keep going until you’ve filled out the entire list, tossing it on the couch so you can get started on breakfast and enjoy your day off.
Shinsou walks through the agency humming happily, sipping from his thermos. Aizawa notices and comments on it, “You’re in a good mood.”
“Am I? Yeah, I…..got some sleep.”
“Hm, alright. I dropped some paperwork on your desk that’s due at the end of your shift before fieldwork.”
“Can do,”
They go their separate ways to their own offices.
Shinsou’s own is private at the end of a long hallway where no one ever goes.
He sits and gets started on the paperwork, bopping his head to his music.
Just before his lunch break, Hitoshi was almost done with the work Aizawa gave him. Filling out a police report, he stiffened as the piercing in his left nipple tingled a bit.
“What the—“ he touches his chest, but it doesn’t happen again. It must be one of those phantom sensations.
He gets a little more work done before it happens again, this time a little stronger. Okay, nowhe’s sure he’s not imagining things.
It gets gradually stronger until it starts to feel good. Shinsou is low-key panicking because what the fuck is happening? But then again, it feels really good. Pausing in his work, he shudders as the vibration gets stronger until he hears footsteps. Lurching forward, he waits for the door to open, only to raise an eyebrow when the footsteps aren’t coming from the hallway but outside his window. “What the fuck?”
Turning around in his chair, he’s startled when he sees you casually walking up the side of his office building. Staring at you with a ‘what the fuck’ look, you wave at him as he opens the window. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m bored,” you shrug, jumping inside and looking around, “Nice place.”
Shinsou quickly shuts the window, “Are youinsane?!You’re wanted by everyone in this building.”
“Ooh,nice,” you sit on his desk and swing your legs, “So, what’s up?”
“Get out.”
“Rude.” you gasp, feigning being hurt.
“How did you even get up here?”
“Your building is supported by metal beams, dumbass. Speaking of which,” you wave your finger around, “There’s a rusty pipe on the fourth, wait no, the fifth-floor bathroom that will be a problem if it’s not checked.”
Shinsou squints at you, then presses the intercom on his desk, “Can someone check the plumbing on the fifth floor, please?”
“You just saved the floor from being flooded. Good job, hero,” you grin cheekily.
“So what do you want?” Shinsou sits back on his swivel chair.
“Like I said, I’m bored.” You wiggle your fingers at his chest, and his nipple ring twitches again, “Didn’t think you were into that. Where were they yesterday?”
“Took it out so you didn’t fucking rip my nipple off.”
“I’m not a monster.”
“I’m not taking any chances.”
You roll your eyes, “Anyway, I filled out your form.” You take the papers from your backpack and hand them to him.
“Oh, you looked them over. I honestly expected you to shred it.”
“Then, why’d you give it to me?”
“Wanted to see if you’d do it.” “Asshole.” “Don’t be a bitch, bunny.”
“Save the dirty talk for later,” you chuckle, “So what do you usually do up here? Gimme the inside scoop.”
Shinsou packs up some papers, “You’re still a villain so I’m not telling you shit.”
“Do I even count as a villain? I think petty thief is more accurate.”
“Either way, you’re illegal. So climb back down the building and go do something,” he slaps a thick stack of papers onto the desk next to your hip.
“Ew, office work. Pass,” you wave your wrist as if flicking the idea away.
“So leave then,” Shinsou deadpans.
“Why do you want me gone so bad?” You lift your leg and press it against his chest, “Thought we had a thing going.”
“Inprivate,” he pushes your leg away, but you put it right back, “I could get in so much trouble if you’re seen and youwould go to prison.”
You sigh loudly, “You’re such a buzzkill.”
“You only say that because I’m right,” he scoffs and grabs your leg again, “Nice boots.”
“Thanks, I got ‘em free,”
His eyes roll, “Menace.”
“Thatyou’resticking your dick in,” you muse.
Shinsou stands and takes your legs with him, lifting one parallel to your body, in an attempt to get you to squirm, but you just laugh it off.
“You don’t know howflexibleI am,” you run your hands up the front of his shirt, “Wanna find out?”
He drops your leg and closes his hand around your throat, “Like I said, so fucking annoying.” The air is knocked out of you when he suddenly kisses you hard enough for your teeth to knock together.
You pull him closer by the front of his shirt and wrap your legs around his waist. He presses his body against yours, his other hand kneading your breasts over the thin gray shirt you’re wearing.
He presses his fingers harder into your throat when you pull away, making you gasp shakily.
“So what’re ya gonna do now, hero?”
“So many options…” he grunts, “I really could just throw you out the window.”
“And I’ll be right back up here to beat the shit out of you.”
That shouldn’t have made his dick twitch, but it did.
His free hand moves down to the hem of your jeans, undoing the button and dipping into your panties.
Your breath hitches when the pads of his fingers graze your clit.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” he growls, rubbing the bud faster. You moan quietly and rock your hips against his fingers. The hand around your throat eases its grip, but just when you think you’ve been granted relief, he pops you on the cheek.
You bite your lip and slaphim back just as hard, watching the pale skin bloom with pink “Oops. Reflex.”
Shinsou glares at you and shoves two fingers inside your unprepared pussy without warning.
“Shit!”You shout, feet kicking weakly.
“What’s your color?” He asks, voice eerily calm.
“A-aren’t you supposed to—Ah—ask before you ruin my pussy?” You chuckle weakly, gripping his forearms and riding his fingers for more stimulation.
“Answer or I’ll stop.”
“Ugh, green, sir,” you mock. As soon as you utter the words, his fingers retract from your hole, causing you to whine loudly and nearly kick him.
“Get up. Turn over and take your pants off,” Hitoshi demands, unbuckling his cargo pants.
Begrudgingly, you do so, turning over and shimmying your jeans down your legs. His hand presses your face down onto the wooden table, right next to the stack of papers.
Shinsou caresses the smooth brown flesh with one hand before lifting it high and bringing it down with a loud smack.
“Holy shit!” You yell, trying to jerk your head up, but he’s holding you down.
He smacks you twice more, gently caressing your cheeks between the hits, “Color?”
“Mm, green,” you whimper, all the fight you had earlier now gone.
Two of his fingers dip down to your pussy, gathering the slick there.
“Jeez, just fuck me already,” you grumble, wiggling your hips at him.
He uses both hands to spread your cheeks and drool onto your puckered hole, watching it drip down.
“Ew,” you tease, “Nasty.”
“You like it,” he keeps his eyes fixed on your pussy while he positions his aching cock, the tip catching and pressing in.
A small moan escapes you, hands tensing on the edge of the table more and more with each inch he shoves inside.
He holds you by the small of your back right where he wants you when he bottoms out with a soft groan.
“Fuck,big,” you mindlessly choke out, knees buckling under you.
He sets a fast and hard pace, knocking your lower half into the desk with every thrust. You reach back and push back at his abs, “Slow down.” But he just grabs your hands and crosses them on your lower back, giving him more leverage to thrust into you.
It feels like foreversince he started fucking you over his desk, occasionally spanking you and wrapping his hand around your neck to choke you.
But he still won’t let you cum
Every time he would even get a hintyou were about to cum, he’d pull out and let you wriggle and cuss him out.
“God fucking dammit!”You yell when he does it again, leaving you to stomp your feet and some of the metal light fixtures above you squeak.
“I hate you! Just let me cum!”
“No,” he says before he spanks you again.
You cry against the table, body weak and wound tight. Suddenly, you feel a chill go up to your spine.
“Someone’s coming,” you tell Hitoshi.
“What?” He lets you go, “How can you tell?”
“Vibrations in the flooring. Shit!”You try to pull your trousers up and trip over onto the floor, “Fuck!”
Shinsou quickly pulls his pants up, tucking his hard dick into the waistband of his boxers and forgetting to buckle them up.
“They’re almost here!” You whisper-shout, awkwardly pulling your pants up, “I won’t make it in time.”
Shinsou panics, looking around for a place for you to hide. He looks at his desk with the front and sides wholly hidden from view to anyone that walks in. “Get under the desk.”
“What?!”
“Go!” He hisses.
“Okay, jeez.” You crawl underneath, tucking your legs under you.
Just before the door opens, Shinsou throws your backpack underneath and sits down.
“Toshi,” Aizawa greets when he steps inside.
“Hey, hi, hello.What is up?”Shinsou smiles awkwardly.
“Witnesses reported someone walking up the side of the building. Did you see anything?”
Your eyes widen underneath the table.
“Whaaaat?That’scrazy!My windows have been closed and I’ve been working the whole time so nope, haven’t seen anything. Maybe they’re on the roof? Probably some lame villain.”
You silently scoff and wiggle your fingers.
Shinsou slaps his chest and kicks at you under the table.
“Are you okay?” Aizawa asks, “Why’re you so red?”
“I’m….a little warm.”
“So open your window.”
“What about the intruder?”
Aizawa hums, “You’re right. Wouldn’t want an opening.” He starts walking towards the desk, “Are you done with the paperwork?”
Shinsou quickly gathered up the messy papers, “Yup. Just a few more left.”
Aizawa’s eyes hover over one out-of-place paper, “What’s this?”
He picks it up before Shinsou protests, “Ignore it.”
A small smile cracks the older man’s stoic face, “New sub?”
Shinsou gets pinker, “Dad, please.”
“Oh no, I’m very interested in this.”
‘Oohhh, I wanna see his dad,’ you think. Sitting down here and listening to them talk is getting boring. You play with your nails and Shinsou’s laces. Your gaze falls on his half-open crotch, and a wickedidea comes to mind. You reach forward and trail your fingers on his soft dick.
Shinsou’s knee hits the table in surprise.
“You okay?” Aizawa asks, worried.
“Cramp,” Shinsou grits out, “Haven’t been stretching.”
Under the desk, you’ve pulled his cock out of the hole in front of his boxers and are stroking it, biting your lip when it starts to fill out and get hard. You suckle on the tip and see his abs flex.
“Are you gonna stop by the apartment today? Eri wants to see you,” Aizawa asks while packing the police reports.
“Yesssss,” Shinsou breathes out, “I mean, yes. I’ll pass by tonight. Greenlight on that.”
You swirl your tongue around the head, careful not to make any noise but he’s leaking so much pre it might be difficult.
The forces above are not on his side when the door opens again, and a sidekick peeks her head inside, “MindJack? I’m here about the call for the fifth-floor bathroom?”
“Oh my god,” Shinsou groans, not just out of frustration but because you’ve taken more of him inside your mouth, “Wh-what about it?”
“I was just wondering if you could sign off on the repairs since you’re the one who made the call. Turns out we have a rusty pipe that’s on its last leg.”
Your smug hum makes him grip the table’s edge, “Oh right. I did,”
She skips over with a clipboard, “Just sign here and here.”
“How did you figure the bathroom was busted?” Aizawa asks, brow raised.
“Um—lucky guess?” He chuckles, his leg bouncing as he approaches his orgasm. Still sensitive from earlier, “I used it a few days ago and noticed some leaking.”
He picks up the pen with a shaky hand, “Down here?”
“Yes sir.”
“Right,down.Close.” He nudges your cheek with his knee, and you catch on, swallowing around him.
Signing the form, the sidekick nods her head and walks out of the office.
Bobbing your head faster, Hitoshi tried to look like his usual self while simultaneously fighting for his life.
“Anyways, Toshi, I’ll see you later,” Aizawa waves over his shoulder as he walks to the door. “Oh right, forgot the files.” He comes back, grabs the files, and waves at him, “Damn insomnia.”
“No,” Shinsou chokes, “I’m-“
His fist suddenly slams on the table when he cums, filling your mouth and throat up, “Shit,” he grunts.
“Are you okay?” Aizawa asks, noticing the flush on his face.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Crampsagain.”
“Ugh, get that checked out before you go on patrol later.” He says before shutting the door.
Shinsou grabs you by your braids and pulls you out just as you’re wiping your lips. “You think you’re so slick, don’t you. Doing that shit with my boss in the room.”
You grin at him, “Was just trying to please you, sir.”
Shinsou rolls his eyes and lets you go to pull up his pants, “You better leave before anyone catches on.”
You pull your pants the rest of the way and tie up your braids, “But what if people are watching?”
“Better bounce, bunny.”
“Ugh,” you scoff and open the window, “If I get arrested, I’m totally killing you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
With that, you’re gone, using your quirk to slide down the side of the building. Shinsou watches from above as you reach the ground and blend into the crowd.
He thinks you’re a little crazy, but then again, so is he.
*
Shinsou comes knocking on your window almost immediately after his patrol starts, and you’re getting out of the shower.
You slide it open for him to drag himself inside.
“Dude, I have a front door,” you chastise while locking the window.
“I don’t need people seeing me coming in here,” he scoffs.
Whiskey meows at him, a disapproving glare on his speckled face.
“Is he still mad at me?”
“Very,” you bend down and scratch Whiskey’s ears. Shinsou sees your bare pussy underneath the towel, still wet and glistening from the shower. He comes up behind you and grabs a good chunk of your behind, making you jolt upright into his chest.
“You’re already all clean for me, bunny,” he whispers into your ear and gropes your chest over the towel.
You huff and wave your hand, causing his scarf to tighten around his neck and choke him. It tugs him to your dining chair and ties him to it.
You put your hands on your hips, “Not so fast, I have a few rules of my own.”
Shinsou coughs, trying to catch his breath from the impromptu choking, “Rules?”
“Yep. Don’t worry it’s not affecting our little agreement. But this power dynamic, yeah it’s not working for me.”
“So what is it you want? And did I have to be tied up for this?”
“Yes. So first of all, youbottom at least three times a week.”
“No,” he chokes again when his scarf wraps around his neck.
You let up on the scarf, “What was that?”
“Once a week.”
“No. Or I’m getting back on my shit and youwon’t get a lick of sleep.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.”
“Twice a week.” “I wonder if the bank’s closed tonight. I should go check,” you walk away from Hitoshi towards your room.
“Get back here! Y/n! Fine! But I decide the days.”
“That’s fair. Also, stop hitting me in the face unless I ask for it. Fucking hard hands.”
You let up on his binds so he can stand.
Making his way towards you, Hitoshi starts shedding the layers of his costume, “You still need to get punished for what you did today.”
“Why? I just wanted to see you,” you whine with a pout.
“You’re a ‘villain’ walking up the building of a heroagency! That’s extremely reckless. Then you thought it’d be funny to suck me off with my bossin the office.”
“You mean your Dad?”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the one who asked me to go under the desk. What did you expect?”
“For you to not be a little shit.”
“Guess you have low expectations then.” “Not really, I did choose you, didn’t I?” “You forced me.” “I didn’t force you to do anything. You could’ve said stop, no, or red, and I would’ve. But you didn’t. Lucky for me, today’s Friday. So go and wait for me on the bed, bunny. Remove the towel.”
You kiss your teeth but turn anyway, entering your bedroom. Whiskey meows and tries to follow you, but Hitoshi picks him up by his belly, “Nope, not safe for kitty eyes.”
‘Meow.’
“I’ll give you treats if you can wait about thirty minutes, little guy.”
“Mrow.”
“Good boy,” he chuckles, scratching under his chin.
Whiskey purred softly before trotting away towards the windowsill in the living room.
Opening the door, he rolled his eyes as you sat on the bed in your towel, rubbing cocoa butter on your skin.
“Didn’t I say, remove the towel?” “Ever heard of self-care? Clearly not cause…look at you.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
You look him up and down, “Let’s not get into it.”
“I think I take pretty good care of myself thank you very much.”
“If you don’t believe in yourself, then who will?”
“Rude,” he huffs.
“You like it,” you grin, sticking your tongue at him.
‘Maybe I do…,’ he thinks but shakes the thought away, ‘it’s just business.’
You finish up and close the tub, setting it on your nightstand, “Now I’m ready.”
“Lose the towel,” he demands.
You pull it off and drop it on the ground, exposing your naked body to him, “We’re not doing the scarf today?”
“Nah, just don’t take my head off.”
“No promises,” you lay against your numerous pillows and squishmallows, legs open for him. “Well?”
Shinsou rolls his eyes and sits on the side of the bed in his boxers “Start counting.”
You frown, confused, “Counting? For what?”
“You decided that you wanted to be a brat today, so I’ll treat you like one. Get over my knee and start counting.
“You can’t be serious,” you scoff and start laughing. When you see his face, your laughter dies down, “Oh, we’re really doing that?”
He raises a brow.
“Damn. Okay.”
You crawl over and drape yourself over his knee, “I feel ridiculous.”
He rubs his hand over the meat of your ass. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun, for me at least. Now count.”
His calloused hand swiftly hit your cheeks, the flesh jiggling from the impact.
“Fuck! One,” you gasp and squirm, but he’s keeping you still with one hand on your lower back.
“Color?”
“Ugh, green. Let’s get this over—“ you yelp when Hitoshi hits you again in the exact same spot, making it sting,but in a good way, “Two.”
“Good. Breathe, bunny,” he coos as he massages the sore spot a few times, “You’re doing great.”
“Doesn’tfeelgreat,” you mumble, then shout again when he spanks you again, “Fuck! Ow!”
“I said, count.”
“Three. Y-yellow…”
“What’s wrong? Was it too hard?”
You nod and sniffle.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll ease up, okay? You’re just not used to it yet,” he gently pats your ass, watching it jiggle, “Would it help if I said you have a nice ass?”
You look over your shoulder at him with annoyed, slightly red eyes, “You’re the worst.”
“Don’t look so sour.” He pats your ass rhythmically, and you giggle,” Ready to continue?”
“Mhm. Yeah.”
He winds up and spanks you again, “How many is that bunny?”
“Four,” you grit out, clenching your fists but enduring.
“You can take one more for me, right bunny? Last one, I promise.” He hits you again
“Fuck, five.” “Good girl,” he coos, chuckling. “That’s all for today. You’re gonna have to build tolerance.” His fingers ghost your entrance as he’s surprised to find slick there, “This getting you wet, bunny?”
“Shuddup,” you huff, then hiss when he strokes your ass with his other hand.
“It’s okay to admit you like it.” He smacks you again on the last word.
“Ah what that fuck! You said we’re done with that!”
“Ilied.”
You realize he’s using your line against you, “Bastard, let me go!”
He lets you wiggle off him and crawl onto the bed, flopping onto your stomach, “Now I can’t lie down cause my ass hurts.”
Shinsou reaches out and gently caresses your ass, “I’ll rub some salve on it later.”
You hum, relaxing into his touch, “You’re real nice to me considering I’m a ‘villain’. Why?”
Shinsou takes a second to think, “No idea. I don’t really think you’re a villain, just someone who needs a little extra help. I told you I won’t take you in and I won’t, but I’m also not doing this for free.”
You laugh into the sheets, “You’re doing it at the expense of my poor ass and pussy.”
“I don’t see you complaining.”
“Cause if I do you’ll be all ‘ooohhhh mind control’”
“What the fuck was that voice?”
You roll over and hiss softly, facing him, “That’s you, ‘oh I’m MindFuck and I can control minds but I can’t get bitches’” you deepen your voice to mock him.
“Excuse me, I get bitchesokay? And my hero name is MindJack, get it right.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me again? Please. I could make this whole building collapse on you and all I get is a spanking.”
“I would, but you can’t take it. Anyways,” Hitoshi starts before getting cut off by a yawn.
“Hero work got you stressed,” you laugh.
“Shut up, I work the graveyard shift and my boss won’t let me rest.”
“You mean your absolute dilf of a dad?”
“Please stop.”
“How would he feel about a three-way? Never taken it up the ass before but for him?” You fan yourself and wolf whistle.
“Gross.”
“How old is he, by the way?”
“Stop….”
“I just wanna know. For research purposes.”
“Just lay down. I’ll be right back.”
Glaring at him, you give him a ‘really?’ look.
“On your stomach, bunny. I’ll be right back.”
After about five minutes, Hitoshi made his way back into the room with a tube in his hand. “I’m back.” “Where were you?” “Getting stuff from my bag and then Whiskey decided to hide in my scarf.” “Silly kitty.”
“It’s gonna feel cold but it’ll help the pain.” “Alright,” you mumble as the sound of the gel squirting from the tube fills the room before a cold sensation makes itself known on your cheeks. “Shit! Did you have that thing in a freezer?!”
“I told you it’d feel cold. Also, no I didn’t.”
Rubbing the cream into your ass, you sigh gently as his hands start to soothe the slowly dulling pain.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you mumble, moving so you’re laying on your side against your pillow, “Thanks.”
He caps the tube, “No problem.”
“Thought we were gonna fuck? Punishment and all that.”
He yawns again, “Punish yourself, I’m tired.”
You watch him stretch out on your bed, arms behind his head.
“Hey, your tall ass is taking up like half the bed. Shift.”
He ignores you, so you roll him onto his side, grunting loudly, “What the fuck? You’re heavy. Christ, where is it all?”
“Muscle, bunny. Weighs more than fat.” He says and rolls back over so he’s looking up at you, “And as you can see, I’ve got a lot of it.”
You roll your eyes, “Whatever. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“I’m taking a well-deserved break.Wake me up in like three hours.”
“Assuming I don’t fall asleep myself, sure.” You lay next to him, staring at the ceiling, “This is so weird.”
“You’re telling me, why do you have so many of these shits?” He starts pushing your squishmallows onto the floor to make room.
“My babies!” You cry out and smack his arm, “You’re fucking up my bed vibes.”
“What is it with women and having a billion things on the bed?” He throws the cat across the room, and it hits the door.
“You monster! And I thought you loved cats.”
“I do. Your plushy was just taking up too much space.”
“As opposed to you? This is mybed! You’ve got a lot of nerve coming—“
He presses his pointer finger to your mouth, “Shh, shh, shh, sleep now, yell later.”
“Whatever.” You huff and lay back down, turning your back to him.
“You smell nice,” Shinsou mumbles.
“Get out.”
“Noooooo.” He throws his heavy ass arm over you, “You do though.”
“Thanks, I guess,” you mumble, feeling a little awkward.
The hand on your waist trails down your stomach towards your crotch.
“Shinsou…what are you doing?”
“Making my bunny feel good.”
Mewling softly, you tilt your head back as he starts toying with your clit and kissing your shoulder.
“Said you were tired.”
“Forpunishment, everything else is fine. Just let it happen.”
“Ugh, you sound like a creep,”
He hums against your skin, still rubbing your clit. “You like this creep.”
You let out an irritated sound but let him do his thing, bending your leg up. Shinsou pushes his arm into the back of your knee so he can keep touching you while sucking and kissing your neck and shoulder.
“Shinsou,” you whine.
“Hitoshi,” he replies.
“What?”
“My name’s Hitoshi.”
“Hitoshi…okay.”
Grinding against his fingers, you both let out a gasp as his tip, for a moment, latched onto your opening.
“Shin….Hitoshi, I want you—”
“I’m right here, bunny. I’ve got you,” he grunts, “Can you put it in?”
You nod and reach between the two of you, wrapping your fingers around him and pressing it to your hole.
Hitoshi hissed gently before slowly pushing in, relishing as your warm walls massaged him.
He starts moving before you can get used to it. You arch back and blindly grip his muscular thigh.
“Fuck, Hitoshi,” you whimper.
“Shh, it’s okay, bunny.”
Gently thrusting into you, he continued rubbing at your clit as he made sure to hit your g-spot. “So good….”
“You like this, huh, bunny?”
Hitoshi moved his hand that toyed with your clit towards your breast and groped the flesh before teasing your nipple.
“Uh-huh,” you mewl.
Continuing his thrusts and teasing, he kissed along your neck and grinned as your eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck, ‘Toshi,” you whimper.
“Yes, bunny?”
“G-gonna cum. I’m close. Please.”
“Cum, bunny. Fuck, I’m right behind you.”
The hand under your head turns your face towards him, letting you see him.
“Kiss me,” he rasps, pressing his lips against yours.
You kiss him back, gripping his hair behind you and cumming with a hoarse shout.
His hips stutter a little as he teeters towards his release, “Bunny. Y/n,” he grits his teeth, “I wanna cum in you. Can I? Please.”
You moan at the desperation in his voice, “Yeah,”
He cums when you dig your nails in his thigh, practically exploding inside you. You can feel his dick throbbing and him trembling against your back.
When he’s done, he puts your leg down and keeps his softening cock inside.
“Fuck,” he sighs, “M’so fucking tired.”
You make a move to shift but his hand on your hip stops you, “Let’s stay like this.”
“Ew, no. It’s gonna be a nightmare in the morning.”
He just pulls you closer and sighs, “Don’t care.”
You relax into the touch and adjust your bonnet a bit, feeling yourself get sleepy too.
*
The next morning you groggily rub your eyes as you look around your room. Checking your alarm clock, you realize it’s about 6:30 in the morning. Turning over, you look at Hitoshi who’s sleeping peacefully.
‘He looks cute like this. Cute?! No, he’s just tired…’, you think to yourself as you softly stroked his cheek before pulling away as he stirs.
“Morning bunny,” he mumbles, his deep morning voice reverberating through you. “What time is it?”
“Um, a-about six-thirty,” you mumble, flustered by his deep voice.
“What?!” he gasps, eyes shooting open. Pulling away from you, he scrambles out of the bed and scampers around your room, hastily putting his hero suit back on. “Shit, shit, shit! Dad is gonna killme!”
Watching him scramble around, you grab a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt before going to the dining room and start making some tea and Whiskey’s food.
Smiling to yourself, you find humor in his chaos as he finally gets his pants and scarf on, watching him from your couch. Putting on his boots, Hitoshi makes his way over to you and does something you’d never expect.
He kisses your cheek.
It happens so fast you don’t have time to react. You just feel his lips for a millisecond too long then it’s gone.
Climbing out of your window, Shinsou looks back at you, “I’ll see you later,” and then he’s gone.
Sitting in the locker room, you listened to your music to get you pumped up for the game as one of the trainers finished taping your ankles and wrists. You can do this. Our team is gonna win. Hearing the whistle blow, you and the other players walked into the open area of the locker room as Coach Kan called for a mini-meeting.
“Alright ladies, this is the big game so try to have fun out there. But you better crush them. I believe in you girls, you haven’t let me down before. Toga, try not to bite anyone this time, please.”
The blonde huffs in annoyance. “Fine…”
“Good luck out there ladies. Come on, hands in.” You all put your hands on top of each other in the middle of your circle. “Rampaging Rabbits on three.”
“One, two, three!” “Rampaging Rabbits!”
As you all filed out of the locker room, you grinned eagerly as you ran onto the court. Noticing Shinsou near the courtside, you waved at him before going to the bench. Standing in a semicircle, you listened to the play-by-play.
“Captains,” the referee calls for you and the other captain, Kaye, to stand facing each other.
“We meet again,” you smile at her, crouching into position, “Ready to lose again?”
Kay scoffs, “Not this time, beanpole.”
The whistle blows, and you easily smack the ball away from her, bouncing it across the court.
Y/N dribbled the ball up the floor and waved her hand as she crossed half-court, calling for a high pick and roll. Kendo, the center, left the paint and set herself just at the 3-point line. Y/N quickly darted to the left. Her defender crashed into Kendo while Y/N sped into the lane for an easy layup.
For the next twelve minutes, the Bees were up by 6 points. This was normal for the Rabbits. They’d trail behind in the first quarter but bounce back in the second. After the first half of the game, the score was Rabbits 51- Bees 49.
There were a couple of fouls on both ends. One of them was caused by Toga accidentally scratching one of the other team’s players and then getting elbowed in the ribs as retaliation which got them placed on the bench.
Hitoshi sits right behind the barrier, keeping his eyes fixed on you and cheering his lungs out.
“Dammit, Insomniac. You’ll blow out my hearing aids,” Katsuki grumbles next to him, adjusting the devices in his ears to a suitable level.
“Sorry, I’m cheering for my girlfriend.Go, babe, go!” he yells. While waiting for a pass, you lift your shirt and wipe your face, exposing your abs and a sliver of the bottom of your sports bra, “She’s so hot.”
“Ugh, simp,” Bakugou scoffs but blushes when Ochako waves at him from across the court.
“Go bestie go!” Mina cheers on the sidelines, waving her green pom-poms over her head, “Come on you guys, we’ve got to boost morale.”
The other cheerleaders nod determinedly. “Root for the Rabbits! Ra Ra Ra!” They cheered.
Point after point being scored by both teams, Coach Kan called a time out when there were only four minutes left, using their second to last timeout of the game.
“Alright, team, we’re gonna do a pick set. So Kendo, Toga, you two guard and Ochako and (Y/n) you two do what you do best.”
“Buckets?” Ochako grins.
“Buckets,” you nod.
“You think we’re gonna win?”
“An infamous angry blonde Pomeranian once told me, ‘Your team is one of the best in the prefecture. There’s no way you’d lose.’ I think we’ll do well.”
“Yeah. Bakugou’s right.”
“How’d you know it was him that said it?”
“Because he told me the same thing last week. Also, he’s been yelling at us to do better, and I quote: ‘Beat those stupid Stingers’ asses,’ half the game.”
Snickering at her response, you notice her swoon slightly. “Focus ‘chako. Win the game then you swoon over your crush.”
Blushing at your remark, she gently slapped her cheeks to snap herself out of it before nodding. “Right!”
As the whistle blew, signaling the end of the time out.
Jirou stood on the outside with the ball in hand before throwing it to you. It narrowed down to less than thirty seconds when Shiketsu were tied with Yuuei, which they called their final timeout.
5.7 seconds left on the clock, with the Yuuei Rabbits down by one point. There’s time to get a good look. No need to get greedy. Dodging her defender, she attempted to move to the far edge of the three-point line. You pivoted around and took a hard dribble towards the corner. Your defender was two steps behind, and the help defender was only 1 step behind but had a size advantage. You just needed a little bit of space. Darting towards your team’s bench, you saw the chance you needed. Taking the opportunity, you made your shot at the basket.
The buzzer sounded as the ball was in mid-air… It bounced off the back of the iron, then the front, before rolling around for what felt like a full minute and a half. Your body stilled with anticipation before the ball finally rolled through the net. The crowd roared as you made your victory lap. You laugh as Ochako, Toga, Kendo, and the rest of your team practically dogpile you. By the time you fully grasped that the ball actually went in, you felt several hands smack your back and some in your hair.
“You did it!” Ochako hugs you.
“No, Ochako. We did it!” You grin, hugging the girls close, “We won!”
You laughed as your teammates congratulated you, many of them hugging and jumping on you. Looking up, you saw blue and white confetti fall down onto the court as you heard a voice laugh in your ear. In all of the commotion, the student body of the stadium broke past the barrier and rushed the court in celebration.
“You did it, babe! You won!” Hitoshi yells loud enough for you to hear. You swoon at the wide smile before your eyes widen when you look down at him. His large hands lovingly squish your cheeks together, pulling you into a kiss, and the crowd cheered even louder.
“You are notsupposed to be down here.” You laugh and kiss him again.
“Whoops, got carried away. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, baby,” you giggle as the commissioner comes down onto the court with a man wheeling the trophy on a cart.
“Ladies, gentlemen and people in and outside of Tanaka Stadium, it is my honor to present to you, your 20XX Women’s College Basketball Champions, the Yuuei Rabbits!”
The crowd cheered again as Coach Kan came out and lifted the trophy with both hands and a grin on his face.
Hitoshi hugged your waist from behind, smiling as yours never left your face. You poked him and nodded your head as you saw Katsuki kissing Ochako. Good for them.
After changing and celebrating again, Mina decided to set up an after-party to celebrate the win. Something “small” for you and your team and a few friends.
“There she is!” When you walk into the apartment with Hitoshi, Mina cheers, “Our MVP!”
She hugs you and pushes her phone in your face, “So,what’s it like being the best?”
You playfully put your hand in front of the camera, “Exhausting.”
“But you’re a winner! Come on girl, be a littleexcited.”
“I’m just tired.”
“You won’t be tired after we get some booze in you!”
“Can’t drink, I’m still 19. But you twenty year olds get wasted, I’ll have my own fun.”
“Come on, no one has to know.”
“I’d rather not get caught in case the cops raid the place.”
Hitoshi leads you towards the empty loveseat in the corner.
“God I’m exhausted,” you sigh and rub your neck.
Hitoshi chuckles and sits beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders, “I’m sure you are. My all star.”
“Ugh, stop,” You snort, “So cheesy.”
“Nah, you like it.” He rubs your shoulder, and you lay your head on his own.
“Thanks, ‘toshi,” you sigh. “I really needed that.”
“You’re welcome.”
After about an hour of hanging with Mina, half the basketball and cheer squad, and Hitoshi, you rolled your eyes as Shindo made his way over towards you, Hitoshi, and his best friend, Denki, who he introduced you to.
“So then I told her, if he’s gonna be a dick while flirting, he’s gonna be a dick while dating,” Denki laughed before getting quiet as Shindo walked over.
“Denki?” Hitoshi calls out before turning around. “Oh. Ew.”
“Nerd,” Shindo huffs at Hitoshi before turning to you. “Nerd fucker.”
“Limp dick,” you snap back.
“The fuck did you say?!”
“You heard me. Unless getting beat up made you deaf. Here, I’ll say it again just in case. Limp. Dick.”
Denki snickered before reaching for his empty drink and whining loudly at you.
“Don’t worry I’ll get you a new one. Babe you want one?” you ask, standing up and asking Hitoshi.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Hey, I’m talking to you! Don’t walk away from me,” he growls, grabbing onto your arm.
Slapping him out of reflex, you glare at him as his gaze darkens. Raising his fist, Hitoshi steps in and grabs Shindo’s hand, gripping it as tight as he can.
“The hell are you doing, you fucking freak!”
A crowd slowly formed around the four of you as the music was lowered.
“Keep your hands offandawayfrom my girlfriend.” He punches Shindo in the jaw on the last word, stunning you, Denki, and everyonearound you.
“Holy shit,” Denki whispers.
“Beat his ass, insomniac!” Bakugo shouts in the crowd.
Hitoshi grabs your hand and leaves, rolling his eyes, and pushes his way through the crowd towards the front door. Making his way to his car, he hisses as you pull back on his hand. “Woah, woah, woah, we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t just happen?! You punched someone!”
Hitoshi cradles his hand, “I think I sprained my wrist.”
“We’re going back to my place, butwe’re talking about this. Can you even drive with your wrist like this?”
“It hurts a bit, but I should be able to.”
“Nope, I’m driving. Gimme your keys. I’d rather you not kill us before we graduate,” you hold your hand out for the keys.
Begrudgingly giving you his keys, Hitoshi climbed into the passenger seat.
Starting the car and pulling out of the curb, you make your way back to the dorms, pulling into the parking lot.
After you open your door and let Hitoshi inside, you wordlessly go to your bathroom and pull out a first-aid kit. Sitting beside him on the bed, you carefully grabbed his injured hand as he looked between it and you.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m just shocked. I can’t believe you! You punched him in the face, Hitoshi! Right in the jaw!”
“I don’t know what came over me. He’s always bothering you and making you feel bad and lying about you. Always causing some sort of trouble on your name, roping Tatami and her little group into it. I got tired of it. Tired of him,” Hitoshi rambles before looking down at his bandaged hand.
Placing your hand on top of his, you shut his ramblings by slotting your lips against his. “Babe, shut up,” you mumble. “That was fucking hot.”
“What?”
“Punching Shindo in the face was fucking sexy as hell. You were so, badass.”
“Really?”
“Really. Kiss me again.”
Hitoshi chuckled softly, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand moving down towards your thigh.
“Toshi?”
“Shh. This is about you. You beat those Shiketsu Stingers. I wanna treat you tonight.”
“Hitoshi, what are you saying?” “I wanna go all the way with you.”
Staring at him, you gasp at his words as his hand gently rubs up and down your thigh.
“You wanna fuck me, Hitoshi?” you tease.
“Yeah,” he blushes.
Hitoshi looks away for a sec before slightly shaking his head and kissing you again. “Did so well in the game today. Babygirl made the game winning shot. I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, lips moving from yours down your jaw towards your neck as his hands run up your sides, slipping under your shirt.
“You’re proud of me?” you shudder.
“Really proud of you, baby. Looked so sexy on the court.”
Grinning as your breath hitches, he sucks against your pulse point.
Pulling away, he helps you take your shirt and bra off, once again mesmerized by your chest.
“So beautiful,” he mumbles.
“Don’t pass out this time,” you snicker.
“Oh, I won’t.”
His lips brushed over your neck once again, slightly teasing you. He started to suck on your skin, wanting to leave a mark and prove to the world that you’re his. He pulled back and admired your skin’s blooming cherry red color as he began to leave a trail of his kisses across your neck and chest.
“Fuck, ‘toshi,” you whine.
“So gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing the flesh of one breast as his finger’s toyed with the nipple of the other.
“Fuck, where’d you learn to, shit, do that?” “Internet.”
After a while of him paying attention to your chest, he pulled away, gently kissing your lips. “Can I…eat you out?” He mumbles.
“Yeah,okay,” you pant, watching him kiss down your stomach to your belly button and to the elastic of your sweatpants. With your help, he pulls them off you and takes a second to stare at you.
“Fuck, I loveyour body,” he touches your thighs, “You’re so sexy.”
You flush at the compliment, hiding your face behind your hands, “Stoooop.”
“Why should I when my girlfriend is fucking stunning. Beautiful long legs, pretty face, amazing personality. We’d be here all night listening to me compliment everything I love about you,” Hitoshi smiles, laying on his stomach between your legs.
“You’re so corny,” you laugh, scratching his scalp.
He lifts your thighs and pulls your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room. His hot breath ghosts your folds before licking a stripe up and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.
You moan loudly, twisting your hand into the sheet as you try to control your breaths and the other in his hair.
Hitoshi hums between your legs, the vibrations making you shudder. Using his thumbs to spread open your lips, he dips his tongue inside, tasting you.
“Fuck! Toshi. Baby, don’t stop.”
He’s enjoying this as much as you are if his grinding against the bed was anything to base your thoughts on. His tongue slips upward, teasing your clit before wrapping his lips around it. Shinsou tentatively rolled it around in his mouth, a low moan slipping from his throat.
“So sexy,” he murmurs, pushing a finger inside.
Gasping at the feeling, you throw your head back into the pillow, moaning louder and bucking your hips faster against his face.
“Fuck,daddy. I’m gonna cum.”
Daddy? He didn’t have a Daddy kink but hearing her call him that ignited something in him. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushes another finger in and curls them upwards. As he sucks and his fingers move faster, your breath catches in your throat. Your heels dig into his back, and your toes curl, every nerve below the waist on fire. Whatever he’s been researching is doing wonders right now.
You arch your back off the bed and pull his hair when you cum, grinding your hips faster into his face. He helps you ride out your climax, slowing down his movements but not stopping. You squirm and push at his head when it gets too much, asking him to stop.
“Toshi, shit, baby, wait. ‘S too much,” you shudder.
Pulling away, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand before licking it clean.
“Internet?” Nodding with a grin, he pushes himself up onto his knees. You use your toe to poke his stomach, “Want me to return the favor?”
“I’d probably explode if you breatheon it.”
“I really got you wound up huh?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous and you love me, so yeah. You definitely do.”
“Of course I do. You’re awesome!” You hold your hands out for him. He lays on top of you so you can kiss him, clinging onto his back.
“Take this off,” you tug his shirt over his head, “You’re so pale,” you laugh while touching his chest.
“Sorry I don’t tan,” he grumbles and awkwardly pulls his jeans and boxers off.
“Are you sure about this?” You ask while he positions himself between your legs.
“Yeah, I am. I love you, and I want to be with you.”
“I love you too.”
Softly gripping himself, he lines himself up and taps on your clit a couple of times before slowly pushing in, allowing himself to get used to the feeling of your walls and for you to get used to the stretch.
“Tell me when to move, baby,“ he shudders, internally groaning as your velvety walls massage his member.
Pulling him in, you kiss him gently as a response. “Go ahead Daddy.”
Hitoshi groans at the name and starts thrusting as he holds your hands in his.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, trying to figure out a good pace. “You feel so good. So tight and warm.”
Hitoshi placed his forehead on yours as he kept thrusting. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whispers, “Where—“
“Inside,” you whisper back, locking your legs behind his lower back.
With a choked gasp, he cums inside of you. His whole body was shivering like he’d been shocked.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I tried to last longer.” He mumbles.
“It’s fine,” you giggle quietly, “It’s normal.”
He still whines from embarrassment while you rub his back soothingly, “Maybe I should be on top.”
“Sure,” he nods and slowly pulls out of you, blushing at the big glob of his cum seeping out of you.
“Oh shit, you’re still hard,” you gasp, “Lay down, up here,” you pat the spot next to you.
He maneuvers himself up the bed next to you, laying down flat.
“Get ready for the rideof your life,” you grin cheekily and straddle him, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
He watches you position yourself over his cock and slowly sink down, mouth dropping the more you suck him in.
His stomach flexes when he bottoms out, and you’re fully seated on his lap, “I-I’m gonna cum again.”
“Already,” you laugh, petting over his chest, “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“I can hold it.” He breathes.
You hum and support yourself on his shoulders and start bouncing. Hitoshi fists the sheets below him, moaning loudly.
“Easy, pretty boy. Fuck, I’m almost there. Just a little longer, I promise,” you whimper.
About five minutes after, Hitoshi grunts and starts fucking into you as you bounce, causing you both to see stars. “Fuck, I’m cumming baby!”
“Me too, Daddy. Fuck!” you cry as you both hit the peaks of your highs.
“That…that was amazing,” you laugh breathily. “I love you.”
Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.
He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longestnight patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.
He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those preciousthree hours a night of sleep.
It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.
“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”
‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.
Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.
“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets
“Don’tperceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.
He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a fewtimes out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.
The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.
“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy
“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”
Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.
Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.
‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.
He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird
“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow
Wait, did he say that out loud?
The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh
“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously
Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’before turning back to the presentation
Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”
The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”
“Please leave me alone.”
Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.
“So….smash or pass?”
Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someonedidn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”
“That’scrazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hittingher, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”
“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.
“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”
“How hard could it be?”
And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.
“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.
It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.
“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a goodnight.
He hasn’t been laid in over a year,and it’s starting to get to him.
Stupid hero work.
The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.
Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.
Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi’s movements. What the hell?!
“Sothis is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”
“Save it for jail, Villain.”
“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”
Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.
“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.
“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you.
“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?
He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”
He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..
“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.
*
The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partneras loud as a foghorn.
“I’m so frickin’ excited to be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”
“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”
“Oh yeah, right. No problem!”
It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.
“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let’s go!”
“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.
Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.
“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with your scarf, but we’ll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”
As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.
“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.
“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”
Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”
You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.
Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—
“I’m sorry for this Real Steel.”
“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.
“Turn off your quirk.”
Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.
“Dammit,” you whisper.
“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”
Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.
“Fuck!”He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”
He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”
“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”
“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”
“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.
“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three!And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”
‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’
Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”
‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”
“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?”
“Cause life is the best booster shot.”
“……..ok.”
*
“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”
“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.
When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.
“Morning,” he nods.
Shinsou just walks past him.
“Someone had a long night.”
“Oh?Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”
“You get used to it, kid.”
“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”
“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”
“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”
“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”
“Finally!What is it?”
Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want youto investigate tonight.”
“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”
After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket,black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans,and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.
The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.
“Fuckme,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name doesnotmatch the interior. It’s seedyas hell and crawlingwith villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.
He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.
“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.
That voice. It can’t be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.
“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”
He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”
“Ew, you a cop or something? ”
The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.
“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.”
Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.
“… right. Rum and coke.”
He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.
“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”
“Seems like I should be, considering I’m arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.
You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”
Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”
You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”
He puts the drink aside. “I don’t trust you. Did you poison it?”
“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you’re supposed to do or get out.”
“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”
“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”
He rolls his eyes, “Can I have anactualdrink?”
“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”
“God, you’re a bitch.”
“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack.Lame ass name by the way.”
“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”
“Why haven’t you?”
That’s a good question. Why hasn’t he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.
“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”
“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”
You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.
“So how long have you been doing this?”
“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.
“And petty crimes?”
“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”
“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”
“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won’t end well.”
“I’m trying to fit in.”
“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”
“What is it?”
“Ginger Ale.”
Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”
“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”
Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don’t talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.
You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.
“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.
“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arrestingme.”
Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.
Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that’s adorable. Adorable? She’s a villain. You can’t fall in love with a villain. Right?
“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”
He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.
“Outside works,” he settles.
“Good choice.”
A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar.
“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.
Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.
“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.
“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.
“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.
“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat.
“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.
“Are you going to come quietly?”
“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”
He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”
“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you’ll beat me though.”
“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”
You stay quiet.
“No response? You were so chattyearlier.
You shrug.
“Yup, you’re the worst.”
You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.
Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”
“Oh,nowyou talk!” He chases after you.
Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.
“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”
“Not my problem, troll doll!”
Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously!
The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.
“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you’re under arrest. There’s nowhere to run.”
You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.
Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now.
“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”
“Wait….what?”
You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.
“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”
You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tiedup?”
“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”
“Ilied.”
You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.
Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”
A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”
He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.
“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“ you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”
He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.
You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”
Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.
Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumbmove to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.
“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.
Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him.
“Mommy! Look! It’s MindJack!”
“That’s right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.
“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggestfan!”
Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What’s your name?”
“Kaede.”
“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”
Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”
Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:
‘To Kaede,
My number one fan and future hero.
-MindJack’
Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi’s thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.
“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.
Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.
After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.
This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I’m gonna—
An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn’t, but he was so stressed out.
“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.
Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.
“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.
He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.
Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything.
Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn’t know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.
Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sexwith a villain….
That’s normal, right?
He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.
He thinks of how satisfyingit’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.
“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he
suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.
“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”
He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.
‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”
Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.
Are you a crier or screamer?
A creamer or a squirter?
Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?
He hopes it’s all of the above. He reallydoes. Not that he’d find out anyway.
The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”
*
“Shinsou….Shinsou?Hitoshi!”
Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”
“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”
Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain’s bar without telling me last night.”
“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”
“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”
Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”
Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”
“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.
Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?
He’s already made his decision.
You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.
‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.
“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.
‘I can bend forks now!’
“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”
You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.
“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.
As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.
Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.
“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.
A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”
You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”
“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don’t bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”
“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”
“In your room with some catnip.”
“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.
“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”
He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”
“What?”
“Robbery. Petty crimes.”
You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”
“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”
“Hey, it’s not much but it’s myhome.”
Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”
“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”
Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”
“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.
“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”
“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.
“Where are your parents? Tell me.”
“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”
Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”
“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”
He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”
“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope.”
“…..why?”
“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”
You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”
He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’mnot the one who’s gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”
You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”
Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deservecompensation.”
“Youare broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it’s money you want.”
Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”
“So what do you want from me?”
“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”
“But you don’t want money….”
“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”
“H—No.”
“You don’t even know what I was gonna suggest.”
“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m notfucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”
“First off, I’m not that bad. Second of all, it’s either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”
“Shut up…”
“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”
“Isaid shut up!”
“Look, I can make it enjoyablefor both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.
“Really?” You stare at it.
“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friendwho’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”
“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”
“Wrong answer.”
“…fine.”
“What was that?”
“I said okay.”
“Good girl.”
Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.
“W-What did you call me?”
“I said you’re a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.
Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”
“I’m not a bottom.”
“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”
You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunchof options.”
“Always need to be thorough.”
You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”
“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”
You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”
Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.
When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?!
You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left, from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”
Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.
“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.
“Language, bunny.”
“Bunny?”
“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”
Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.
“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”
“Or what?”
Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”
Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.
“Oh,does my bunny like this?” He taunts.
You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.
You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.
“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”
Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.
“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.
“Use your words, bunny.”
“Asshole,” you huff.
Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at
you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”
You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuckwas that?
“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”
Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.
“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”
“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.
“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”
After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…
Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”
Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”
You stay quiet, still glaring at him.
“We had a deal.”
“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.
“Strip,” he orders.
“Yes, sir,” you drone.
Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.
“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”
Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.
“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”
Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”
You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder.
“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”
Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.
“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”
You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.
“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”
“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.” He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”
“Huh?”
He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”
You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”
“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”
“Kind of.”
“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”
“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”
“So, what’s your color now?”
“Uh, green?”
“Green, what?”
“Green,sir.” “Good bunny.”
He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively.
Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.
“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”
“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.
“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.
“No!”
“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.
“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.
“Answer the question, bunny~.”
You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virginor you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”
Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.
“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.
“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”
“….green.”
“You need to be sure.”
“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”
“You’re not enjoying yourself?”
You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”
Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours andfor the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”
“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!” “Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most randomtattoos.
“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really area bunny.”
Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”
Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.
“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.
“Oh,shutup,” he snaps.
You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”
“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”
Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”
Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.
“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.
His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.
“MindJack!”
“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”
“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”
Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”
Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”
“That’s one.”
Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers.
“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”
Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.
“You don’t get to cum, unless Isay so, bunny.”
“Yes,sir,” you shudder.
Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big. “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”
Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her.
Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”
Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.
“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.
Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.
“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”
Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.
“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.
“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”
“Youtry getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”
“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.
“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”
“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.
“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”
“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”
“You don’t sound sure.”
You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes!I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruinme. Um, yellow.”
“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m just….reallyhorny right now and you’re killing me over here.”
“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.
“(Y/n),” you mumble.
“What?”
“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”
“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny.
“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.
“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.
“Nope, still can’t stand you.”
“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.
“Very,” you smirk leaning in.
Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was.
Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”
Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.
“You clean?”
“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”
Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.
Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”
After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.
Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.
“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”
“Tell me what you want, bunny.”
“Choke me,” you mewl.
“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”
Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”
“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”
The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.
But he doesn’tstop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.
Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.
He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.
He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”
He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word.
“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”
“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,”he grunts.
You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”
He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.
Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.
Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”
“Amazing,” you slur.”
“You okay, Bunny?”
You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.
Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.
“Mm.” You respond sleepily.
He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.
“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”
Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”
“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”
Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”
“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”
“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”
“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”
“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”
You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.
Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.
Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.
“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.
Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.
warning: wholesome, cursing, sexual comments, angst, oscar being soft
A/N: i missed writing oscar fics so here you guys go;)
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oscar felt like his life was over right when he was put in handcuffs in front of you. the look you had on your face was a look he never wanted to see again
tears streaming down your eyes begging the cops not to be so harsh with him when they slammed him down on the hood of the police car. you could barely talk hiccuping every time. oscar yelled he’ll be ok and that you had nothing to worry about
and he promised himself he’ll do anything to make sure you never had to cry again
when oscar got out he couldn’t stop smiling when he walked out the gates to see that big beautiful smile on your face, you couldn’t even wait for him to get to you, running to him and jumping into his arms. you kissed him everywhere on his face making him laugh. he missed this. “i’ve missed you so much baby!” you squealed
he chuckles as he puts you down “i’ve missed you too cariño”
you and oscar get in the car making your way home
“im so happy that you are finally out of there, thought i was gonna go crazy” you lean over the arm rest and kiss his cheek
oscar smiles as he took a quick glance at you “you thought you were gonna go crazy? i thought i was gonna go crazy” you both laugh
“i missed my girl”
oscar pulls up to the house
“cesar missed you too, you know” you giggle while getting out the car. oscar watches you with a smile he was so happy to see you happy. he never wanted this moment to end
“oscar? baby?” he snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you. You had worry written on your face
“you okay baby?” he smiles at you and gets out the car
“yeah, i’m good” you nod and start walking to the door of your shared home
oscar follows closely behind
you open the door and almost get knocked over when cesar blots out towards oscar “boy if you don’t slow the hell down” oscar laughs and hugs his brother
“i missed you dude” you smile at them and go inside to give them some alone time “i missed you too lil bro, you haven’t been giving y/n a hard time while i was gone?” cesar shakes his head
“no i haven’t” oscar nods and puts his arm over his brothers shoulder while walking into the house
“good”
Oscar looks around the house. it looked way different, it was more bright and cozy. he already knew Y/n was the reason of that. that brought a smile onto his face
“Well I’ll leave you guys to have your alone time, i gotta help Jamal” cesar said as he ran out the house
Oscar shakes his head
he walks into the kitchen where you were. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek. Y/n smiles and turns in his arms to look at him. You pecks his lips and go to pull away but oscar had other plans, he pulled you closer and started kissing you passionately
“Mmm” y/n moans into the kiss
Oscar finally pulls away. You both panting trying to catch your breaths “well that was something” you giggle and run your hands down his chest
“Well can you blame me? I haven’t been able to touch you in forever” he chuckles and leans down to catch your lips. The kiss is more lustful this time. Oscars hands slide under your shirt, gripping at your hot skin. He groans when you pull his bottom lip with your teeth
Oscar chuckles
“Damn girl”
Y/n giggles and wiggles your way out of his hold “well can you blame me?” Throwing his words back at him, Oscar let’s out a booming laugh while shaking his head
“Yeah it’s good to be back” he follows you and slaps your ass. Y/n yelps and turns to him with a frowned face but you couldn’t hide your smirk. Oscar knew you were trying your hardest to be mad at him but he can see right through you
“Don’t look at me like mami” he smirked
You shake your head and walk off to you guys shared room but then you look back at him “you gonna show me how much you missed me or what?” Y/n gives him a sly smile then walks further into the room. Oscar chuckled and took his shirt off while walking into the room
warnings shy!reader, shy!katsuki, mutual pining, and not edited
genre fluff, f2ls
word count2.5k
inspirationn/a
synopsis in which you and the rest of the bakusquad are apart of the candygram committee and you take the opportunity to make a move on one stubborn katsuki
“This is so stupid.” Katsuki sighed, feet hiked up onto his desk. It was around the umpteenth time that he had mentioned how useless or well— stupid this whole thing is.
You frowned, tying another ribbon around a baggie. “Aw, c'mon, Kat. It’s the day of love, be more cheerful.” You said, tossing him a chocolate.
He scoffed. “No. And stop calling me Kat.” The following demand was mumbled as Katsuki turned his attention to opening the candy.
“Sure thing, Kat.” You whipped around, imagining the irritated expression he was channeling because of your antics.
“C'mon Mina! How many do I have!” Denki whined, trying his best to juke the clipboard of names from Mina’s hands. Something he’s been doing all morning.
From the left of you, Kirishima let out a breath of laughter. “Dude, just wait and see.” He assured Denki.
“Exactly. The surprise is the most fun part about this thing.” Mina added on while she gently shoved Denki away from her.
“Not if dunceface doesn’t get any.” Katsuki sneered, sending Denki into a further sulk.
You sucked you teeth, preparing to reprimand Katsuki but Sero interjected first. “I wonder if you’re getting anything today, Bakugou.”
Almost on cue, the smug smirk on Katsuki’s face simmers down into a scowl. He scoffed, “I could care less if I got one of those pathetic bags today! I can buy my own damn candy!” As he was getting chewed out, Sero could only chuckle.
Sending a sneaky glance towards you. You sighed, tuning out Katsuki’s continous speech about how candygrams were pointless and how he didn’t even want any.
In the corner of your eye you could see a sympathic smile on Kirishima’s lips. He nudged your arm, “Nonetheless, you should still give it to him,” He whispered into your ear.
Tossing another baggie into the box next to Jirou, you nodded.
“It’ll make his day, I promise.”
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“Woah… seventeen for Yaomomo,” Jirou blinked a couple times as your class erupted in a wave of teasing while Momo shuffled her way up to the front.
“Just take the whole damn box.” Denki bitterly jutted it out her. He doubled over suddenly when Mina took said box and hit him in the stomach.
“Sorry, he’s being very negative today.” She handed Yaomomo her designated number of bags, making Denki help her to her desk.
You giggled softly. Your class was the last one for today, thankfully. Somehow, you had already grown sick to the smell of chalky sweets, even if your name hasn’t been called yet.
“Twelve for Todoroki,” Shoto came up to the front as dazed as ever while Denki muttered a very distasteful shocker under his breath.
Katsuki scoffed from his spot next you, leaning his back against the classroom chalk board. “Can’t I go back to my desk?” He groaned.
Sero sucked his teeth, forming a conversation while Jirou’s monotonous call continued. “Seeing as you didn’t lift a finger all day I think you should be able to.”
He prepared a smug smirk for Katsuki’s explosive comeback but before he could speak through his gritted teeth, Aizawa had already shushed them.
“Two for Denki,” A giggle that she covered up immediately with her hand fell from Jirou’s lips and the classroom followed suit with a fit of snickers.
You could’ve sworn you say Denki’s eye twitch before being handed two baggies by a grinning Mina. “Hey! That’s two more than last year, right buddy?” Kirishima smacked Denki on the back in attempt to comfort.
“I don’t think he wants words from someone who got seven more than him, Kiri.” You whispered, noticing the way Denki borderline shook under Kirishima’s hand.
“Four for ___.” Your laughing fit with Kirishima was interrupted by your own name being called and Mina handing you your treats.
“Tch. What four imbeciles went out of their way to buy one of those for you?” Katsuki mused before you could speak yourself.
“You smell that,” you sniffed around, Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at you. “I smell pure jealousy.” Your bags were waved in Katsuki’s face for a moment before he was swatting your hands away.
“And last but certainly not least, one for Katsuki.” Your heart skipped a beat. Not just at the mention of his name like it usually did but because you knew that one bag was purchased by you for him.
You were eager to look over and see the confused look on Katsuki’s face you knew he was wearing but your heart was already beating in your ears so loud that you were in a stand still.
The thoughts you’ve had that always followed since you even got the idea to give him one started to roam freely.
Would he be grossed out? Would he be curious? What if he already suspects you because you’re being obvious? And what if, miraculously, Kirishima’s right and it makes his day?
But instead of laying any of those raging questions to rest, Katsuki accepts his bag from Mina silently. No snarky comment, no anger, just a soft tint of pink layering his cheeks as he looked at the packaging he had seen a hundred times already.
“Alright, thanks for finally wrapping that up, Jirou. Don’t get those candy wrappers on my floor, I’m taking a nap.” Mister Aizawa waved you all off like he always did and found home in that yellow sleeping bag.
While your committee cleaned up the boxes, the classroom fluttered with chatter. The spectrum of conversation being who they think would get them one and who they think bought something for the other person.
The cleanup was quick, so you all headed to the front where all the seats were open and gathered.
“Two. I only got two.” Denki finally awoke from his daze to the realization.
You laughed, taking one from your bunch and leaning over to Denki. “I can share one of mine. Not really a fan of sweethearts.”
But Denki still proved to be bitter, slapping your bag away. “I don’t need your pity candy, ___.”
You snorted. “Okay, suit yourself.”
“So, it turns out Kat actually got one. You owe me twenty bucks Jirou.” Sero made grabby hands at the girl who scoffed and immediately went into her bag.
You expected the usual antics to come from Katsuki who sat in his usual desk, one ahead of you. But again, there was no yelling, or anger, just a scoff and a glare.
“You idiots bet on me?” He asked.
“Hey, I thought it was easy money since I know exactly who would’ve got you one. Thankfully, they pulled through.” Sero collected his cash with glee while you broke out into a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to Sero, a threatening message within them that you’re sure he understood.
“Who?” Katsuki tried to make it seem like he didn’t really care with the tone he used. But he was genuinely curious, you could tell. Which made you sweat more.
Katsuki sucked his teeth. “It was probably you, so you could get the money.” The breath of relief you took was like no other, you visibly relaxed.
Sero chuckled. “No sir, I spent no money on candygrams. So, keep on guessing.”
Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling that class and school as a whole was over. Your class flooded out, all walking to your dorm together in the usual group. Kirishima found his way to you in the crowd, bumping your hip.
“See, I told you.” He pointed to a couple feet away where Katsuki walked ahead, bag still in hand as he stared down at it.
You felt your face start to heat up, nudging him with your elbow. “Maybe he’s weirded out.”
Kirishima scoffed. “If you told him it was from you, I assure you then you’ll know it made his day.”
A sigh had your body slumping. “I don’t know, Kiri. I’ve managed to keep a good friendship with Kat. It’s risky enough that I bought him one but confessing is another thing.”
Even though you’ve managed to get through Katsuki’s tough exterior ( kind of ), you still couldn’t read him that well. How were you supposed to know when the right time to tell him was? Or if a right time even existed.
“Do it, trust me.” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, you gulped and darted your attention again to Katsuki’s back.
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You spent the rest of the day wallowing in your room with your inner conflict. Even ignoring the invites from your friends to spend the day watching d—list romance movies to sulk. It wasn’t until later on in the evening that you came out of your room.
The dorms were less lively, almost everyone going away to their rooms to do whatever. You were convinced you were the only one in the main area until you saw Katsuki in the kitchen, unfortunately.
Your feet were ready to take you back upstairs to hide from him. But he must’ve heard the creaking that happened under your feet and caught you. His maroon eyes piercing right through you.
Damn it.
“Hey, Kat.” You greeted awkwardly, hesitantly shuffling into the kitchen.
He nodded at you in acknowledgement, continuing to watch whatever he had in the microwave go round. The kitchen fell silent while the cogs in your head worked together to find yourself an excuse as to why you were even in here.
You shuffled through cabinets, pretending you were looking for something in particular.
“Hey,” Katsuki beckoned your attention. His eyes were still trained on the microwave but obviously he was listening and waiting for your response. You hummed in answer, halting your pretend scavenging and leaning on the counter next to the fridge.
“You have any clue who bought me that baggie thing?” As he continued, his head turned to you. Your eyes enlarged at the sudden question that was accompanied by Katsuki staring you down. You felt like you were under an intense spotlight and there was no way out other than to a) lie or b) spill the beans.
Your brain was telling you to just get it over with and do the former, admit it to him confidently like Kiri had been urging you to do. Face the consequences as they came and stop hiding. So, you inhaled deeply and exhaled.
“I— uh— well, I— uh…” If you had the willpower to face palm you would, but apparently none of the signals your brain was sending were making it through to your body. Because your mouth kept opening and closing, no confession or accountability flowing out like you had hoped.
The only you could do was heat up and start sweating. The spotlight was getting hotter and more blinding.
The urge to face plant into the island ahead of you increased when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. The intimidating look sending chills up your spine.
You coughed. Putting an end to your stuttering and stammering. Your eyes fell to the tiles of the kitchen, hoping they’d loosen up one by one and swallow you whole.
“If there’s something you want to tell me, idiot, spit it out,” The microwave went off but now Katsuki could care less. He was edging towards you, arms crossed and curious to why it seemed like you were being interrogated for murder when he asked what he thought was a simple question.
Just do it.
The phrase chanted repeatedly in your head. And with the last of your dignity, you finally fulfilled your brain’s request.
“I did it. I’m the one who bought the candygram…, Kat.” You started off strong, but moving onto the second sentence your voice began to mellow.
You wanted to look anywhere except Katsuki but the shocked look on his face, accompanied by the tint of red covering his cheeks kept you drawn in. This time around he was staring down at the tiles, probably wishing the same thing that you were just seconds ago.
“If you did it as a joke, id—” Katsuki was about to threaten you, ready to build his walls back up but your adrenaline from fessing up was obviously still surging through you.
“No! It wasn’t to prank you or anything, I did it because I like you, Kat. A lot.” You paused, inhaling.
“A—and I’ve been meaning to tell you but I didn’t know how you’d react because you’re not really open. But then Kirishima told me it was a good idea, so I—” Your real self snapped back to reality in the middle of your confession, and it was apparent as you began to ramble and scratch the nape of your neck.
“Alright, enough. You sound like damn Deku.” Katsuki, thankfully, put an end to your tangent that you silently agreed did sound like Izuku.
You laughed awkwardly, hoping it’d ease the tension not only in the air but in you. It felt nice to get that weight off your shoulders but oh boy did you have a lot to face. Like for example, how did Katsuki feel? Did he even reciprocate feelings? What would your friendship look like after this?
You had to know. You were dying to know. “So?” You mumbled, now fiddling with your fingers.
Katsuki’s hand was at his nape like yours was moments ago. He huffed, obviously looking for the words. “You know, if you’re going to confess to someone you should be more up front about it.” Katsuki took short steps towards you.
You just hoped he couldn’t hear your heart banging against your ribcage, because that’s basically all you could focus on.
“I know.” You answered.
“Tch. And I guess in saying that I should be taking my own advice.” He grumbled, moving his gaze to the tile again. Your body basically perked up at the sound of that.
“Katsuki, did you send me a candygram?” Your assumption aloud make Katsuki scoff, his face heating up more and his gaze wandering even further. Now that the tables seemed to be turned, you suppressed your laughter. You had been psyching yourself out this whole time but Katsuki was basically in the same boat as you.
“So, what do we do now, Kat?” You asked, you crossed your arms. A hopeful thought that since he reciprocated your feelings a relationship would come of it.
Katsuki scoffed, dropping his arm into having them crossed again. “What did I tell you about that stupid nickname, dumbass?”
You laughed at his scowl. Thankful that even after the sudden confession between you to didn’t actually tint your dynamic like you theorized it would.
Katsuki huffed, not seeking to bicker with you anymore. “Are you free this Saturday?”
“Uh, yea—”
“Alright, then. Be ready by three.” That’s what you were left with as Katsuki turned on his heel and left the kitchen with whatever he had in the microwave.
Your mind was still registering what had just happened, but all you could do was thank your luck and Kirishima.
inspo honestly, i’m going through an armin brainrot phase so
synopsisstill sad and mourning so here’s how i cope with aot ( again )
a/n i miss sasha so i needed to make one of these for valentines day activities ( isayama, if you ever see this. i’m under your bed )
eren yeager;
literally gone when you wake up
and you know exactly why ‘cause he does it every year
to say eren goes all out for valentines day would be an understatement
even though it happens every year, you never get tired of his planned out scavenger hunts
he has you run around the city for clues and it brings you to places the both of you have been before and of course, it ends with you meeting him at some restaurant or even back at home
( you prefer the restaurant because i headcanon that eren cannot cook for shit )
but still it’s really romantic and he will not hesitate to do it again ( or something even better ) the following year
armin arlert;
plain and simple, you’re not allowed to lift a finger
he brings you breakfast in bed, he’s giving you presents, he’s running you a bath, literally anything you want he’ll do it for you
( it’s like this on a regular basis but he denies that )
and he’ll make you both a dinner ( which is actually good )
and you guys would probably spend the rest of the night in this extravagant fort ( that armin built without a word ), watching romcoms
levi ackerman;
you never expect much every year but you never expect nothing
levi doesn’t really favor valentines day, he thinks it’s stupid and just a money grabber but ask that man to buy you a bouquet and he’s out the door
he’ll give it to you with a grimace while muttering something but you still find it romantic
but of course, grumpy still believes in the money grabbing part so he insists you guys stay in every year and he’ll cook instead
which you don’t mind ( again, ‘cause it’s actually good compared to w.e eren would’ve made )
every valentines day to date with levi has ended with some cheesy chick flick and he acts like he hates them but he’s definitely invested
hange zoë;
y’all are on vacation
every single year hange refuses to stay home for valentines day because they think it’s boring and generic
so, ( even though you think it’s too expensive), hange flies you guys out somewhere to spend the occasion
“we don’t need to fly out to the bahamas, hange. it’s just valentines day.”
“but i already booked the flight.”
you can’t complain though because spending your valentines day with hange on a beach is something you don’t mind doing every time february comes around
sasha braus;
no matter what the circumstances are, y’all are gonna eat out on valentines day
snow, rain, hail, y’all are going somewhere with food and sasha is determined
and always after your dinners, you guys go home and try to make a valentines day themed treat
which is typically unsuccessful because you have sasha as your own personal human trash disposal but it’s still romantic in the moment
jean kirstein;
just like levi, he’ll say valentines day is pointless but he’ll still have a table booked at some fancy restaurant “just because”
trust me, in the same breath he denies the fact he cares about the occasion he’ll be bending over backwards to get you a good gift
and he manages outdoes himself every year somehow and will still claim the day is stupid
definitely that one mfer that puts roses on the bed for “atmosphere purposes” when you open said gift
connie springer;
seriously, valentines day with connie is fun
he never sticks to anything annually
one year you’ll celebrate at the amusement park, or at a fancy restaurant, one year even landed you two at mcdonald’s but with connie it was all the same
i definitely see you guys just staying in one year and making personal cards for each other
it’s a complete mess of glitter, glue, markers, and stickers but with the amount of laughter it doesn’t matter
his card definitely had a corny dirty joke as the punchline but at this point you consider it romance
mikasa ackerman;
mikasa and valentines day simply don’t mix
kind of like jean and levi, she doesn’t understand it. but like genuinely, she doesn’t
“why do i need a special day to be sweet to you? i do that every day already.”
so, every year you have to turn the tables and do things for her that honestly come as a surprise
she genuinely never expects the presents you get her but she always shows her gratitude and thankfulness
and she keeps every one of them very close to her, literally still sleeps with the bear you won her on your first v—day date at a carnival
synopsis in which kenma leaves his stream almost immediately to join you in bed when you ask
a/n was supposed to post this last week, sorry guys also this is not my best work, my apologies !
It wasn’t common for you to crash any of Kenma’s streams. Of course you did the usual, coming to check up on him, bringing him food and water, the minimum. Even when his audience asked to see more of you, because obviously a glimpse of your sleeve or a simple greeting wasn’t enough for them, you still didn’t stay for too long.
But this occasion was different. You had been stressing for weeks over what Kenma would like to call nothing. But it was something, it was school, it was work, it was the world itself that made your shoulders feel heavy. That made you want to stay in the comfort of your bed and sleep multiple days away. But for your own world to keep spinning, you knew you had to wake up everyday and live it.
Much to your dismay.
It was draining. Today especially, your boss having you stay a couple more hours because of the lack of staff, even having you lock up.
You moved the slowest you had ever trying to change into some comfortable clothes. You were so tired and weak, all you wanted was the feeling of your face pressed against your silk pillowcase and your body encased in your boyfriend’s arms.
But of course he was in the game room, streaming at his usual hour with Kuroo and the others. Apparently with the screams of his name, Lev had tagged along too.
“Must be a special stream,” You mumbled to yourself, dragging your feet down the hall and toward the sounds of video game gunshots and yelling. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you needed Kenma more than anything.
Like always, Kenma took notice of your presence immediately. Fortunately, having won a game right as you walked in. He moved his mic from his lips to greet you, “Hey, ___. Welcome home—”
And there it was. Kenma’s quick eye and mind. He knew something was up. Maybe it was due to your body literally being slumped against the threshold, or your slow blinks, you had your bets placed on the yawn you had just emitted.
“Rough day?” His voice was solemn. He hated what you were going through just as much as you did.
All you could do was hum, resting your head on the doorway and closing your eyes. Kenma hummed himself, obviously pondering to himself.
“Hi, ___!” You heard Lev’s voice, the only thing that encouraged you to shuffle over to Kenma’s set up. The chat flooded with greets and requests for you, you were too tired to peel your eyes at them and read.
“It’s supposed to be a celebratory stream. But if you want me to come to bed with you—” Kenma was saying before you put your hands up.
“If you need to stay, I can just sleep alone.” With that, you were about to take your leave. But Kenma gripped your wrist, swinging you back around to him.
“No. Do you want me to join you?” Kenma’s hand slid down to your own, locking his fingers with yours.
You squeezed his hand. “I didn’t want to seem selfish, but yea, I do.” You admitted, borderline bashfully.
Kenma nodded. “Alright, I’m leaving.” He said so simply that it kind of shocked you.
“Bro, we just started.” Kuroo exclaimed. Kenma just shrugged, turning off his game and removing his headset.
“See you guys, tomorrow.” Kenma waved to his stream, you following suit, before shutting that down as well.
“Jeez. I guess ___ comes first, huh Kenma—?” Yaku mused, that being the last thing you heard from their phone call since Kenma left that without goodbye.
You snorted. “A bit harsh, no?” Kenma stood, already leading you out of the room.
“They’re annoying. Of course I’d choose you over a stream.” Kenma grumbled, dragging you all the way to your shared room and shared bed.
Finally, you sighed as your cheek met the fabric of your pillow. Kenma shuffling over to wrap his arms around you to spoon you.
“You’ll tell me about your day in the morning, hmm?” Kenma asked into your neck.
inspiration inspired by this bag i’m never going to be able to afford *cue tiny violin* but a girl can imagine :)
synopsis basically just the big three spoiling their s/o’s
author’s note also is the big 3 made up of nejire, tamaki, and mirio or is it these three? i don’t know. also if you couldn’t tell i had one person in mind for this but i figured adding the others would be cute too :)
katsuki bakugou;
bakugou is definitely one to get you things without making a big deal of it. he cares about you and he lets you know that, it might not be in huge, emotional gestures but he lets it be known. this man loves you
“isn’t this bag cute, katsu?” you gasped, shuffling in bed to show your fiancé
bakugou scoffed. “that shit’s fucking ugly.” he deadpanned. diverting his attention back to his own phone
“tch. i think it’s cute,” you grumbled, taking your phone away from his face. “too bad it’s fucking two grand.”
bakugou peaked over for one last glimpse, already knowing that bag was going to be yours
you came home the next day, completely clueless to the present that awaited you on your bed
you knew bakugou was out doing hero work so he wouldn’t be home for a while
“what the-” was the first thought you were able to muster. a small smile grew on your face, while you rid yourself of your outerwear
the card on top of the box read, don’t forget i’m a pro hero, dumbass. of course, being signed off with his name
“cocky bastard,” you mumbled
shoto todoroki;
we been knew todoroki’s rich and he got money to spend. and he lovesspending it on you
honestly, he doesn’t see it as a big deal. he loves you and he just simply gets you what you want. that’s all it is
“todoroki, wha—”
“is this not the pair you wanted? i can take them back and get-” todoroki stitched his eyebrows. pulling back the designer shoe box
“no! no! they’re perfect, honey. it’s just— i didn’t expect to get them.”
sometimes tou need to put a leash on him. he legit swipes his cards on wants without blinking, and it’ll all literally be just for you
“___, do you want the regular or mini sized?”
“todoroki, enough.”
izuku midoriya;
king of spoiling his significant other
anything you want, he’s getting it for sure
purse? got it. brand new shoes from your favorite store? getting it. you breathe around a ring for too long? it’s going through shipping as we speak
izuku is so enamored with you he doesn’t even care
“do you like it, ___?” always asks after gifting to you
wants to make sure you’re satisfied. that’s all he wants. so, he doesn’t really care how much he spends, as long as it’s on you it doesn’t matter to him
If BIWOC readers, nonbinary BIPOC readers, plus size readers, and any readers who don’t fit conventional beauty standards could survive years reading fanfiction that only featured white women, y'all can handle reading fanfiction with BIWOC, nonbinary BIPOC, plus sized, etc. leads!
