Shouto Really Can't Get The Thought Of You Getting Fucked By His Older Brother Out Of His Head. He Makes

These were practice sketches for my Dichotomy au but out of context you wouldn't be able to tell the difference from his actual backstory which breaks my fucking heart...

He was just a kid 💔

"Full Circle"[bkdk mer au]

My 100th Installment of this AU!

Deku and Toshinori go to check up on Tomura mer, when Deku realizes Peaku's been there...and he's missing. Bakugou mer would do anything for his family.... Peaku's pleas are heard, and Toshinori prepares to share his secret...

to be continued...

Hey!! Could i request a Mha smau, where female reader accidentally sends nudes to the boys!

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari.

! you accidentally sent them a nude (pre-relationship)

warnings: sfw, suggestive, sending nudes

ANDIE POOKIE! I have a question that's been occupying my brain but I can't think of a solid answer to!

If the reader and Shouto were to ever have a serious argument about something what would it be :0

I really can't think of a scenario cuz Shouto is usually so kind, understanding, empathetic and chill >:(

Ooooh good question and I think I may have an answer!! I think probably the most feasible things are 1) Reader putting themselves in danger, or 2) misalignment on some aspect of their relationship.

A couple months ago when I was on my shit about Shouto being a Grade-A, All Natural, Grass-Fed, FDA-Certified Starer™, someone sent me an ask about Shouto staring at Reader across a party after an argument. I have most of a corresponding drabble written, but it took me forever to think of a reason why they might have a fight!! I eventually went the relationship misalignment route, with Shouto and Reader fighting about money.

Specifically, Reader does not want to merge finances due to personal insecurity. Shouto knows he belongs to Reader heart and soul and there is no risk of him leaving the relationship ever. He sees it as the most natural thing in the world that their next step would be to be one in all things, finances included, so Reader's hesitance is sort of an affront, like, do they not see this relationship the way he does?? so he spends the evening sort of brooding and watching our Reader with a laser focus. But Reader has a Past™ and their hesitance is less about their commitment to the relationship and more about overcoming their own need to protect themselves and mitigate risks; they just need to make that final jump.

I like this kind of disagreement because the heart of it is about how much two people love one another and can come to trust one another, rather than it truly being about personal differences. And I think it fits Shouto pretty well, because it's still in-line with how thoughtful and caring and bone deep good he is!!

Anywayyyy those are my initial thoughts lol. I hope this is somewhat helpful!!

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 3

(All photos are from Pinterest)

(Long blurb are we surprised?)

The annoying ‘click clack’ of Mina’s heals echoed off the concrete as the three of you made your way to where Kiri said Bakugou had parked. You wished Jiro would have wanted to meet outside or literally anywhere else, considering that the owner of the car you were meeting at already assumed you followed him around. But just as you consider pulling your phone out to text her a new meet up location, Jiro and her bandmates come into view and you have to convince yourself not to sigh unhappily.

Jiro was thankfully the first to notice you approaching, her eyes lighting up as you offer a friendly wave. Jiro would never admit it to anyone, but knowing her friends came to support her even at small gigs like this- meant the absolute world to her. So, once you’re close enough, she’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug and letting out a soft laugh.

“Hey! Did you like the set?” Her voice was full of excitement and hopeful curiosity, she’d changed the set so you would enjoy at least one song and wanted to know it proved effective. “We practiced all week, so I hope it didn’t sound too off.”

“No, it was awesome.” You offer, pulling her at arms length to see her beaming grin once again. “You’re a natural born talent, and I loved the new song.”

“What about the rest of us?” You step away from your overjoyed friend to allow Mina to pull her into a hug. “You know Kirishima.”

Did she? How were all of your friends so connected when you hadn’t even seen Kirishima around before Mina introduced you? Even Bakugou, he knew your neighbor and youre bestfriend but you hadn’t met him until recently either.

Speaking of Bakugou.

“Following me to my car now?” His arrogant taunt sent heat to your cheeks as everyone turns to look in your direction. You hadn’t told Mina about your texts with the blond, so even she seemed entirely confused. “Let me guess, going to watch me race again too?”

“I was asked to meet here, firstly.” Your voice shakes but you don’t let yourself look away from his accusing eyes, it’s not like you’re afraid of this guy. “Secondly- no, I’m not. I’m going to hang out with Jiro, not that it’s your business.”

Silence falls around you all too quickly, the only sound traveling between the group of you being a sarcastic exhale from Bakugou. In the seconds that silences consumes you, you find yourself taking in his appearance. His dark jeans and black hoodie fitting perfectly with his irritating personality, the only thing throwing you off were the bright red sneakers he wore on his feet. Finally, after a few very uncomfortable seconds, Denki clears his throat to speak up. Instantly making your eyes roll and your hands form fists at your sides.

“We’re actually, uh- going to watch.” Denki rubs the back of his neck as you try not to let your frustration show. Of course they were. “Didn’t know the two of you knew each other.”

“We don’t, she just follows me around.” Bakugou scoffs, leaning against the black frame of the car you stood in front of. You’d temporarily forgotten where you were and why you were here, noticing how calm he seemed pressing his back against the drivers door and crossing his arms. “You’re not riding with me.”

“I wasn’t going to ask to?” You all but shrink back in disgust. Why would he ever assume you’d ask him for a ride? “And I’m not following you, you literally show up at my house multiple times a week.”

“That’s enough you two.” Mina finally steps in, a smile playing at her shiny lips as her eyes move between the two of you. She was likely forming ideas in her head that you were not looking forward to hearing about at a later point in time. “She’ll ride with us, Kay?”

“W-what? I’m not-.”

-

And that’s how you ended up in the abandoned parking lot behind an old mall that hadn’t been open in years, surrounded by strangers and picking at your nails. There were nearly double the amount of people littering the center of the center of the unlit lot than had been at the last race you’d let yourself get dragged to. Whistles and laughs filling the cold air that seemed to suffocate you with every passing second. Crowds weren’t your thing, especially not illegal ones.

“So how do you know him?” Jiro asks, looking to the make shift starting line where her bandmate sat on his bike waiting. His helmet was off and a dark haired woman stood beside him with her hand on his arm and a grin on her face. He seemed unphased and uninterested as the woman leaned closer and laughed. “And why did he say you’ve been following him?”

You didn’t want to go into details of your poorly rated encounters with someone she clearly considered a friend. So instead you shrug and check the time on your phone nervously. You’d been here nearly 30 minutes, and with every passing minute you feel an unsettling feeling crawling up your back. Something felt off, and your stomach hadn’t stopped twisting nervously since you realized it.

“He’s friends with my neighbor somehow, that’s how we met.” You sigh, noticing her clear determination to dig any information out from the depths of your silence. “I’ve gone a few places with Mina and he’s been there too and just assumes I’ve followed him or something- I don’t know, he’s a dick.”

“He’s actually not that bad once you get to know him.” Her nonchalant shrug does little convince you, but you press your lips together with a nod, scanning the crowed for Mina or Kirishima. They’d been gone for a while ‘using the bathroom’ You hoped the race would start soon and didn’t want them to miss it. “Have you seen-?”

“COPS!” Your heart drops the second the call comes from the opposite end of the parking lot, causing your blood to run ice cold. Flashing lights dance across the crowed that now moves frantically around you, your body being pushed and shoved in every direction as your worried eyes meet Jiros. “COPS ARE COMING!”

“Shit.” Jiro hisses, reaching for your wrist and watching panic ensue around where you stand rooted to the pavement. “We need to go find Denki-.”

You knew coming here was a mistake, that something bad was going to happen if you did- but even so you came and now you were stunned. Jiro pulls desperately on your wrist, struggling to pull you along between the bodies that fly by you in a panic. A particularly hard shove from a terrified stranger causes her grip to loosen and your body to hit the pavement below.

Your hands immediately fly to cover your head, feeling the ground rattling beneath you as the last of the crowd make their way around you and to what ever direction they’d chose to run in. A few feet clip you, small kicks or shoves causing your body to curl into itself until you’re finally able to pull yourself to your feet and look around the nearly vacant lot.

Jiro was gone, and in the distance you see headlights pulling away and disappearing in the opposite direction. Panic consumes your every thought, did they leave without you? Were you about to be arrested? What if one of those police sirens belongs to your father? How is-?

“Why the hell are you just standing here you fucking idiot!” A tug on your arm pulls yourself back to reality, causing your heart to both race and calm down. At least you weren’t alone. “Get on and let’s go.”

“Wait, I-.” You can feel every inch of your body shaking as you look up from the ground to meet Bakugous angry eyes. Why did he stay? “I-I can’t.”

“You’ll be arrested if you don’t.” His voice was even, but as he looks behind you, you can see the worry in his eyes. You mimic a fish out of water, watching as he turns his helmet in his hands and steps closer. “You goin to listen to me or stay here?”

Without an answer, he pushes the helmet over your head, causing the hair you’d worn down to tug tightly at your scalp. The flashing lights were getting closer, and his hand was reaching for yours and tugging you toward his bike that you hadn’t even heard pull up beside you just seconds ago. This can’t be happening.

Bakugou swings a leg over the bike, looking to you as you pull your shaking hands to your chest. This may be normal for him, but running from the police isn’t something you’d ever done before so your anxiety had lodged your heart into your throat and you could feel fearful tears welling in the corner of your eyes. You were thankful the dark tent of the helmets window made your worried expression invisible to Bakugou who reaches forward to tug on your shirt.

“Just sit, hold on, and don’t fucking cry.” His barked order earns a flinch, but you listen. You have to listen. You copy his previous his actions and sit on the black leather, pressing yourself into his back to make wrapping your arms around his torso easier. “Don’t fall off ‘cause I ain’t coming back for you again.”

The second the threat leaves his lips, you feel the bike rattle below you and your body being tugged backwards. It’s hard, but you keep your arms around him and your helmet covered head pressed to his back as the cold wind bites against your exposed skin with. You’d never been on a motorcycle, so the feeling of exposure makes your stomach uneasy and your head spin.

With the fear of being caught, or flying off the back of his bike weighing heavily on your thoughts you find yourself clamping your eyes shut and doing your best to ignore the racing wind in around you or the rapid thud of your heartbeat in your ears as he continues to drive down the road you’d taken to get there.

With every turn, lean and huff you can feel your anxiety growing quickly. The sirens fade as Bakugou puts distance between you but the fear of being caught still remained, even after the bike had begin to slow down and your palm pressing into his chest could feel his surprisingly even heart beat. You were terrified, and being pressed against him did nothing to calm you down.

“You okay back there?” You can feel his chest vibrating as he looks over his shoulder, but you don’t dare open your eyes. You were still moving, and your legs had begun to tingle from the vibration of the bike combined with genuine fear. “Loosen your grip, it’s hard to steer.”

Without a word, you loosen your grip, giving his chest room to expand fully before he takes another turn. You do your best to ignore the warmth of his back against your chest, but it’s the only thing you find comfort in as sirens blare in the distance. He was here, alive and the only reason you weren’t still stood in that parking lot being arrested. Maybe Jiro was right.

“You good?” He asks, the bike coming to a complete stop a few moments later. Where were you? You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to even attempt to find out. The sound of scraping metal and quiet machinery sounds from in front of you and you quickly piece together you’re in front of a garage door. “Go on to the door, I’ll meet you up there in a second.”

You have to force yourself to open your eyes, the fear that a police officer will be waiting for you preventing you from doing so for a few short seconds. As they open you remove your arms from around his torso and quickly remove yourself from the bike so he can drive it into the nearly empty garage he’d stopped in front of. Was this his house?

The house was large, with a winding walkway that leads you to a red door. You feel out of place standing beside the place mat, but you had no clue where you were so you would have to follow his instructions and wait by the door. The neighborhood seemed nice, cookie cutter houses lining the street that stretched on past your line of site as you pull the helmet from your head and reach to smooth your hair down.

“Don’t say a word, got it?” He barks, pulling a key from his key ring. How wasn’t he flustered? Did he truly have enough run ins like this that it wasn’t at all worrying for him? “If anyone asks- you like my band. Don’t say a word about what the hell just happened- got it?”

You nod nervously, unsure what you were walking into as his key jams into the lock and twists. With his helmet in your sweaty hand, you follow him into the pitch black house and sigh a sigh of relief once the door closes behind you. You may be in a strangers home, with no clue which direction you lived in, but at least the police weren’t chasing you and your heart hadn’t burst from your chest.

“Hey, you’re in late.” A female voice comes from the too of the stair case Bakugou was already walking up. “Oh- you brought a friend.”

“Hi, I’m-.” You try to be polite as you follow him, offering the pretty blonde girl a smile before Bakugou turns around to glare in your direction. If looks could kill, you’d be flatlining. “Wha-.”

“Go bother your boyfriend and fuck off.” He snaps, turning to glare at the girl while reaching for your wrist. She seemed about your age, and not phased with Bakugou shoulder checking her as he reached the top of the stair case. Were they… roommates then? “The only thing I said was not to say a word and you couldn’t even listen.”

Your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness as he pulls you down a long hallway. Still, in the darkness you can make out hung photos on either side of the hallway, lining it all the way until the very end where he was now turning and reaching for a door handle.

“Why the hell did you just stand there like an idiot?” He wastes no time, glaring into your soul the second you’re pulled into the room and he switches in the light beside the door. “Why weren’t you with your friends?”

“I-I.” You can’t find a single thing to say, feeling your hands still shaking as you look around the small room he’d pulled you into. “I-Is this your house?”

“No- I just broke in.” You ignore his scoff and let yourself take in the room in front of you. It was simple, a full bed with black bedding, a small beside table and a black desk on the opposite wall. The desk was covered in text books, resembling the walls that had been covered in posters. “Do sit down and calm the hell down- I can feel your bones rattling all the way from here.”

He sits in the chair in front of the desk, swiveling to face you as you sit on the edge of his unmade bed and reach for your hair nervously. You can’t even focus on the fact that you hated this guy I and now you were in his bed room- because all you could think about was the fear you felt and the small part of you that buzzed with excitement in the aftermath of your getaway ride.

“They won’t know who you are.” Bakugou grumbles, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket and taking in your shaken expression. “I’m ordering you an uber, what I did is never to be discussed with anyone.”

“O-okay.” You mumble, grip the fabric of his comforter below you. You can’t help but wonder why he didn’t want anyone to know he’d helped you, but you don’t question him. He’d probably just snap and the conversation would go no where anyway, so you sit quietly on his bed and ignore your phone that buzzed in your back pocket. “Uh-what do I tell Jiro and Mina when they ask how I got away?”

“Anything that will keep my name out of your mouth.”

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I’ll probably go back and edit this eventually.

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pretty sure shigaraki tomura would be absolutely fucking floored by how much you being kind turns him on

like he’s watching you talk to spinner about video games, and you’re bouncing in your seat with excitement, and he doesn’t understand this strange buzzing in his chest.

when you let toga have some of your blood, no questions asked, or talk with twice when he’s lonely, the warm buzzing just gets stronger and stronger until he’s hiding himself in his room, jerking down his pants and pulling his cock out, barely holding back the whimper locked in his throat

it’d feel so much better if it were your hands. what would you do if you knew he was in here stroking himself like this, dick jumping in his palm, pre-cum beading at the tip?

he groans. would you offer to help? his breath catches as he thinks about you on your knees, those kind eyes locked on him. would you want to taste him? he’d want to taste you. he’d want your pretty pussy dangling right over his face. fuck, he knows you'd smell so fucking good -

you bang on the door. “tomu, what do you want for dinner?”

yeah, you’re going to be a problem for him

part two here <3

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who thinks tattoos are “so fuckin’ stupid.” Says its a waste of money just to put toxins in your bloodstream.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who rolls his eyes with a huff and mutters a quiet: “Don’t come complainin’ to me when you regret it.” Under his breath after you ramble on about interesting designs you saw online.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, as much as he hates tattoos, has an equal if not vastly greater amount of love for his engagement/wedding band. Deep black obsidian band with a ruby red strip running around the center. He scoffed when you handed it to him after the two of you got engaged, told him you got it made specifically for him and said that it reminded you of his eyes. His huffing and puffing was a poorly disguised attempt at not letting the sentimentality make his heart race. You could tell he loved it by the red tinge on the tips of his ears that matched his band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who gets into a scuffle at work while on patrol. The villain had managed to catch him off guard, and when he lifted his hands to shield himself temporarily they had managed to slice through one of his gauntlets like nothing. The surprise attack was all the leverage they had on him, though. Once he got his bearings it was over in an instant.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who reluctantly is pulled into an ambulance; his left arm and hand cut up badly from the attack. He sat on the stretcher with a bitter look on his face, not caring that his fingers nearly were cut off and were getting stitched up frantically by one of the paramedics, all he cared about was the bent, misshapen ring clenched in his other palm, which had to be cut off of his finger due to the injury.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who denies it vehemently when you ask him if the bad attitude hes had for the past few days is because his ring was ruined, claiming hes “not that sentimental.” but you still see how he keeps the bent piece on his bedside, and how he stays up late at night looking into places he can trust enough to repair it.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, amongst watching various tiktoks of people repairing rings on his fyp, discovers someone tattooing their partners initials on their ring finger in lieu of a wedding band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shows up home just a day after his doctor said his hand was completely healed with fresh ink on his ring finger. Your initials permanently engraved on his skin. His first and only tattoo.

-

(Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shrugs, claiming its “safer than having the ring nearly cut my damn finger off,” but still leaps at you when you surprise him with his ring, freshly repaired, on a chain that he can wear under his hero costume.)

((Husband! Katsuki who never removes the chain from around his neck no matter the circumstance, and subtly shows off his tattoo any chance he gets; what could be better than one way to show off that he has the best spouse a man could ask for waiting for him at home? Two!))

okay so imagine, its late. y/n laying up in bed abt to go to sleep and ex boyfriend touya (but like LONG TIME ex boyfriend like they broke up like a year ago or something) shoots them a drunk "u up?" text. obviously y/n is confused but touya tells them it was a dare from hawks and that he was at a party with him but little does y/n know, no one dared him and he was just sad and drunk and n thinking about them <3 okay thank yew satty i love you

woaaa hi ruerue, i love yeww <3 this shit was kinda fun to do ngl like i think ive missed writing. i feel like im back in my roots yk? good shit. good req boss. hope u like it!!

drunk n disorderly

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

— notes: mature language & a few suggestive sentences

shigaraki tomura being turned on by how kind you are - part two 🤭

part one here

now that he’s figured it out, he can’t help but be a little disgusted with himself. he’s sporting a semi and leaking pre-cum almost constantly just because you’re fucking nice to him?

it's practically textbook.

what's even more textbook is what finally breaks the thread on his thinly-maintained control.

you both volunteer for the supply run. you’re chatting his fucking ear off as you walk into town - he’d rather die than admit it but he loves how much you talk - when you see a lost little kid wandering around.

“hey sweetie, you okay?” your voice is like honey. he clenches his teeth to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull. "you lose your parents?"

the way you grasp their little hand in yours, your reassuring smile -

the second you locate the kid's family, he’s dragging you down the nearest alley, cutting off your surprised gasp with the press of his mouth. he’s never done this, and the first swipe of your tongue over his makes his eyes roll up in his head.

“oh god tomu, you feel good baby,” you say sweetly, and he doesn’t think it’s possible to get harder, but he does, pressing his twitching dick against your the soft skin of your tummy. “been wanting you to touch me for a long time now.”

“yeah?” his breath shakes against your mouth. “would you -” fuck he doesn’t know how to ask, but he needs your hands on him now or he’s going to explode -

“it’s okay, i’ve got you baby,” you coo in his ear, nails clicking against the buckle of his jeans. his cock bounces free, tip leaking and red. “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

you're on your knees before he can process it, lapping up the sticky pre-cum at the slit. he stuffs his fist into his mouth to keep from gripping the back of your head and thrusting his dick down your throat.

he whimpers when you suck him into your mouth and palm his sack, an almost painful explosion of pleasure erupting in his head - and then he's cumming hard, hot load shooting down your throat and spilling out of your mouth.

some of it drips down your chin; he wipes it up with the back of his thumb and nudges your mouth. you swallow and suck off the last bit of him, smiling like an angel, “better now?”