Omg, I Loved Your Little Blurb About Shoto And Y/N In The Library! If You’re Not Taking Requests Then

petty!shoto posting pics of u at specific angles knowing katsuki uses them to masturbate in his room

katsuki fucking ppl who look just like you just for a inkling of what it’s like

adult!katsuki drunkenly confessing to adult!shoto abt his love for you

jealous!shoto taking you home off after friends night out and fucking you to remind you of who you belong to

various cosplayers/shippers dropping porn of all three of you in paris

Björk in Alexander Wang Bridal (2000) ph. Nick Knight

- ,, ｌｉｆｅ ｏｒ ｄｅａｔｈ， ｌｏｖｅ ｏｒ ｈａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭

⌦ .｡.:*♡

you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office.

rubbing your eyes with tiredness, you turned to sleep as the nurse left with a bang of the door.

“fuck.” you recognized that scruffy voice anywhere. quickly getting up to verify, you slid the curtains to your bed revealing a bandaged Ghost.

“youre fucking kidding me.” simon fucking riley the one guy you couldn’t get along with on the team.

“lovely to see ya too, sweetheart.”

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

he held his hand up, “someone knock their head too?” a mission gone wrong. you had forgotten to clear every room in the house resulting in not one but two men getting the jump on you and ghost.

“right. you gonna scold me about that too?”

“hell fucking yeah.” he scoffed. “i’ve met children better at this job than you. bloody lucky you have gotten the boot yet.”

“everyone seems to agree with you on that one.” a few moments passed between you as you both kept eye contact.

“i could give two fucks,” he began, the energy in the room seemed to shift. “you almost died and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” you stared as he made his way over to your bed, towering over you.

“then show me you care.” your mouths immediately smashed into eachother as if you both had been waiting for this moment forever. it was almost as if a fire had started in your mind that had been waiting to be stoked.

both your clothes came off like honey, simon taking his time to kiss every bit and piece of you as if he wished to imprint it in his mind forever.

“want me to eat this pretty little cunt, yeah?” you whimpered for him, hips lifting towards his mouth. “that’s too bloody bad then.” he chuckled as he immediately slid inside you without prep.

it was like you were seeing stars - his huge length accompanied by the zero prep stunned you. it was like your body was a song and his fingers already knew all the notes. his rhythm, in up out, was something you never knew you needed but now you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without.

“fu-fuck you,”

“mm, love to.” he continued his assault as he pumped into your hips with force. you refused. you refused to show the fucker he actually was fucking you good.

“ill fuck you out, love.” he smirked, “maybe fuck some sense in ya, hah?” you weren’t gonna last.

2 am texts with the my hero boys

shoto

katsuki

kiri

Love Bomb

18+

Todoroki Shouto X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Pollen, Angst & Fluff

During a fundraiser, you’re hit with an odd quirk; your ex-boyfriend is there to save you.

Read it Here!

‗ ❍ ｎｏｖａｌｕｎｏｓｉｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖

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The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements. The bass from the speakers could be heard from down the street. It was "just a reunion" and "no one was really gonna be there" is what you were told. Yet here you stood, fresh off a plane from America, struggling to find any of your old classmates.

Walking further into the club, copious amounts of perfume, wine, sweat and other mystery liquids hit your nostrils. You were scared that if you breathed in any deeper whatever was perspiring off the crowd would enter your system and give you some new sickness. It didn't seem that far-fetched, who knows what these people carried from club to club.

Some dark green cargo shorts, a red graphic tank top and Deku's old sneakers is all you had on. Course, you were only expecting maybe a handful of Class 1A's old students to be joining you. Stopping near the bar you considered texting Mina to see what was up but a record screech caught your attention.

Settling onto one of the empty bar stools, you turned your attention the stage located on the opposite side of the room. The loud music had dissipated but with the new addition of blond and red hair on stage you knew it wouldn't be long till more bass barraged your eardrums again.

Now facing the bartender, you nodded off his offer for a drink. The smell seemed to be lighter or you had just gotten used to it. Either way, if you didn't see a familiar face, face-to-face, you were gonna check out.

If you were being honest, you didn't even know why you were here in the first place. I mean, sure, you were under the impression that this was a reunion to see some old classmates and talk about your new pro-hero lives post-UA. Yet, with everything that had happened leading to your trip to America, you didn't exactly feel like seeing your old friends. If anything, you wanted to actively avoid it. But Ashido was your girl, who just happened to be very convincing.

Class 1-A's former designated dumb and dumber were both on stage singing karaoke to old uverworld songs and everyone in the crowd near the stage was absolutely eating it up. Their horrendous vocals didn't bother you but the fact that every second that passed of them singing was another second of your time wasted sure did.

"Y/n!" That ecstatic shriek of your name could only come from a certain somebody so when you turned and was met with a sudden tight embrace you weren't surprised.

"Ashido~~"

"I missed you~" She groaned, finally letting you go.

"Mmm~~" You didn't hug people but Ashido always managed to wrap you in one. "Listen if-"

"He brought Kiko." Unwrapping herself from around you, she stepped back in silence in preparation for however you were going to react.

You knew it was inevitable - at some point when you moved back to Japan you were going to have to confront the thing that was Shoto Todoroki. If it was one thing you were good at, it was running from your problems. I mean you moved across the planet just to avoid one of the biggest problems of your post-UA life.

"Girl, you could not had expected him to not move on. People quite literally throw their pussy, dick and various other holes at him-"

"Ashido." You closed your eyes in annoyance, fingers rubbing your eyes haphazardly.

She paused for a moment - if there was anyone who understood the gravity of the situation it was her - and let you recollect yourself. "If it means anything to you.. He obviously still wants you. Everyone can see it and I don't think he cares to hide it honestly."

"Yo, Pinky, you said you was going to get us drinks." Rocco. Fellow American who was flown to Japan on scholarship for his was for athleticism.

Sitting back on the bench, you avoided having to speak - for many reasons. "Waitt, yoo?" His locs bounce in your direction. "Is that lil blur, shit, I was wondering where you went. Why you ain't never text me?" He whined, lips dropping into a small pout.

For the full first year - you, Rocco and Eli (who now lived in America again) all would have to take Japanese classes in place of another class. For almost an hour everyday, it was just you three causing shit for whatever teacher had the burden of watching y'all for the day. Rocco had always been a good friend but then he graduated your first year and went on with his football career.

"Wait hold on, was you and Eli really fucking?"

"Why you couldn't wait over there?!" Ashido stopped the 5'12 quarterback before you could respond, leading him by his arm back into the crowd. She had obviously told him the circumstances of you leaving. Couldn't blame her all of twitter was still talking about it.

Opening your messages both the class 1A groupchat and the various other groupchats filled with different groups in the class were all simultaneously blowing up.

< actual top 3  🙄👿 >

kami

do u guys see where kyoka went ?? we were gonna do karaoke ;( 8:59 pm

mina

she dont want u 💀 9:03 pm

mina

also y/n is even here yet ❗️9:05 pm

y/n

one of yall please meet me at the door i cannot do this rn 9:07 pm

kami

ohmgg y/n plzz do kariojekeee !!! eee9:08 pm

kami

i think ejjri wants 2 fuck ne 9:12 pm

Glancing up from the luminous screen, your eyes were meet with those familiar grey and blue hues. They looked healthy. Like he hadn't missed a lick of sleep since you last shared his sheets. His hair was longer now and was curling around his ears. Your fingers hummed with the memory of his touch. But he wasn't yours to remember or to love anymore.

"Y/n." Your eyes flickered to his hand that was locked with who you knew as Kiko. She was gorgeous - a much better compliment to his beauty than you ever were in those few years. "Hi."

"Shoto." You mustered a smile. "Hi." Your voice definitively shivered there but here Todoroki Shoto stood in front of you. The first time since you snuck out his apartment last July.

"This is Kiko." He introduced.

"I grew up watching you guys during the festivals. Never got around to doing the whole pro-hero thing though." She seemed to gleam at you.

'Wow, her smile was just as pretty, huh.'  You thought. Tall, blasian and a non-hero. His ratings were sure to do numbers with this one. Wonder whose idea it was.

"Mm, well then I'm sure you remember all the shit I ate." 'God, fuck me in the ass.'

You were hoping the lack of engagement in your tone would open the very drawn out conversation for a subject change but it only seemed to fill her with more excitement as she prepared to speak again. Was she really this interested in your training days? Maybe she grew up loving you so much that she wanted to be just like you.

"How was the flight back? No issues?" Well, that shut her up.

"Took my dramamine and turned on my playlist." 'Fuck did that sound too irritated.'

"Mm." 'Definitely did, now he's leaving.' "I tried to call you. Was your number changed?"

"Yeah, got a new phone when I got there." It was meant to be a bit of self care. You replaced all the shit from your old life to focus on new experiences. That kind of thing. At least that's what you thought at the time. Now you just wonder how many times he contacted you and you never responded.

His eyes focussed on the device on your lap. You refused to look him in the eye and you could tell Kiko was growing unsettled by the energy you both created in the air. She was glancing back and forth between your drained eyes and his yearnful ones that were still focussed on your hand that grasped your phone.

"Oh shit, is that Y/N?!! Back from the Americas." 'Thank god for Hanta fucking Sero.'

You immediately stood up to hug him as he patted his friend's shoulder before walking towards you. Hanta always had the best hugs in the class.

"Yeah, I think you need a drink." You let Hanta lead you as you felt Shoto and Kiko get further and further till your fingers no longer ached for his touch.

❥ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 & 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚

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you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful. Almost to the likes of the man whom stood in front of you.

his beauty was of a thousand moons and you were just a star lucky enough to share the same galaxy. You wanted to explore all that he was; caress every individual blemish and scar that every dared to deface such a beautiful canvas. You were like an artist and he was your Dorian Gray. And when he looked at you, your heart screamed. It screamed for his love, for his touch.

instead his scarred hands would then travel down to undo his belt as you continued to marvel from your spot on the queen bed. Slowly your hands would go up to take off his black turtleneck, fingertips caressing the muscle that toned his abdomen. Once his shirt was fully off, you would gaze upon his upper body. Your hand would unconsciously go to touch the new scar that was still purple on his left side. It was beautiful. You shifted as you went up to plant a kiss on it as he exhaled forcefully.

you loved every part of him. Every part that touched you, every part that complimented you, every part that loved you even if he had a funny way of loving you. But your hips had missed his and thus he moved to take your skinny jeans off. Hands fumbling with the tightest of the material around your plump skin. You smiled softly at how he handled you.

eventually you both were unclothed in the dark room, the only light trickling in lightly to reveal he had moved from the side to the end of the bed. He would lift you and put you down in the middle of the bed. The moon seemed to agree with you as it had reflected in just right onto his face and chest. You gazed in awe.

your heart seemed to palpitate as he wrapped his palms around ankles, his eyes concealed by his crimson & ivory locks. He started off slow, first trailing up your legs, laying various kisses. Once he had reached your inner thigh he stopped which scared you.

opening your eyes you looked down immediately meeting his gaze. He stared at you in silence, it was the first time he had made eye contact with you since he walked in your apartment door.

“watch.” So you watched as he licked his two fingers before pushing them into your warmth. You whined, hips pushing into his hand as he pumped once only for him to stop again. His eyebrow quirked upwards with confusion. You quickly flickered your eyes back downwards.

his tongue would then emerge into the arena. His lips planting kissing all throughout yours. You moaned his name, hand going up to grip his hair as he quickened his pumps.

closing in on your climax, your legs wrapped around his body. “Sho,” You whimpered.

“i know, my love.” He pulled his hand out only to replace it with it with his member, whispering into your ear. He lacked his previous temperament though cause he proceed to pump into you with such velocity that the bed cracked.

you moaned into his shoulder, hands scratching his back in ecstasy. He never touched you like this. Held you like you would be gone, kissed you with a softness, loved you like you mattered. Despite this, you loved him.

“shoto!” You exclaimed as his lips took residence on your nipple. His tongue could work magic you swore.

his hips continued their assault in and out of your walls which some how could take all 7.8 of his inches. With how little he fucked you, you were surprised you could still take him at all. But with every fuck he stretched you out further and looking down you could swear your stomach was being pushed upwards.

you cried with his each of his pumps into you. It wasn’t enough. You wished to feel him everywhere, in all that you were. You cried with every squeeze of his hands on your skin. You prayed his heart wouldn’t forget the warmth you provided with your tears.

“fuck.” He muttered as his hips jittered into yours, leaving future bruises in their wake. His hand came up to rest on your throat as he finished inside you, cum painting your walls white. You thanked him because to be touched by him was to be seen & loved by all that mattered.

you were no longer bound by all that defined you, you loved.

imagining a love-struck shoto following you around because he just doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. and when you confront him he’s just like 😄🥰 cause you’re finally showing him attention.

“stop following me like a lost puppy.” you rolled your eyes, finally turning around to confront your tail.

“but I like you.”

“i’ve told you this already, you do not like me.”

“why not?”

“because you can’t like me.” this seems to surprise him for a second, causing him to stop and think.

“but-“ he began, almost second guessing himself. “mina and jirou told me that when your heart quickens and your palms get sweaty around someone then you like them. so you should know that i like you.” his eyes bored into yours as if this was common sense, hand going to grab yours.

“see, your hand fits perfectly in mine.” his fingers clasped onto your hand.

rolling your eyes at his whole charade you turned and continued walking, hand in hand.

imagining ghost struggling to work out as he watches you across the room. with your thin basketball shorts and see through tank top how else was he supposed to focus on his reps. no, instead he’ll watch you as you eased downwards weights in hand. the way your ass curved, the way your waist eased in & out. he silently groaned as he felt his pants tighten in anticipation. if only he could just talk to you.

: ̗̀➛Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮, 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰’𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙩𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨!!

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The clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi. But you paid little mind to the various different words now associated with your name. You were to be mated with the future chieftain and love of your life, Neteyam.

Life had been easy with the eldest of four. His family had accepted you with open arms back before you had even fallen for him. So when you insisted on attending war parties, they were eager to have you by their sides on the battlefield.

Battles usually went one of two ways - clean and easy with little to no casualties or high risk and unforeseen consequences. It seemed this one was the latter as the party had been backed into a corner without your ikrans to provide aerial support.

At this point, there was a handful of options and the clan wasn’t too keen on falling on a consensus.

“We charge!” A younger Na’vi bellowed, bow bouncing in the air. Other voices agreeing whilst others booed.

“Splitting for the ikrans is the best idea, Jakesully.” An older Na’vi, who seemed to already have healed scars coloring his blue body, spoke calmly with the ease of a determined warrior.

“Let me think for second!” Jake exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed with the weight of the clans men’s lives on his back.

“Ma Jake, you will get us through this.” In came Neytiri, comforting the agitated male.

With the distant sounds of gunfire slowly dissipating, it gave the party space to think and contemplate your current predicament. You grew inpatient, sitting in one place knowing the enemy was just a few hundred feet away waiting, making eye contact with Neteyam who stood with his father.

Sitting on the large rock you watched as groups of men continued to converse different ways for this situation to go. As you began tapping your leg in preparation, little did they know you were cooking up your own plan.

Making eye contact with your mate for one last time - who currently eyed you with that same look he usually gives you before a brief scolding - you stood slowly backing into the forage behind you.

You ran towards where the previous gunfire only stopping when you knew you were close. You looked up at the trees to determine which one would give you the best vantage point before preparing to climb it. Sliding your bow over you chest, you steadied yourself into the ground below.

“Y/n!” A familiar voice echoed out.

Ears piqued, your eyebrows furrowed. “Nete?”

An out of breath Neteyam ran towards you, stopping in front of you to catch his breath. “I,,,” he muttered. “Trying to run out of here already?” He asked, eyes landing on yours.

“Listen.” You already knew where this was going.

“I do not wish to hear it. My father told me to fetch you. You’re coming with me.” He went to grab your arm but you pulled back, leaving him surprised as this was the part where you would usually gave in.

“No, I am staying here and you are leaving.” You whisper-yelled at the 8 foot tall male. “ I have something to do and it is important.”

“Important? You think I do not understand-“ He rolled his eyes, “I do not like seeing you act the way you do but I love you despite it. But now, I cannot sit and watch you commit such dangerous acts.”

“No, you don’t. If you understood how I felt at all about situations like this then you’d let me go.” You cut him off.

“And what about my feelings? Do they not matter?” He insisted.

“They do-“

“Then do not risk your life, yawne. For me, come back with me and let my father figure it out. “ He whispered with urgency sensing exactly how this would end.

Seconds would pass in silence as birds cawed above. You stood looking at the ground in contemplation. You took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I am sorry. This is far too important for the sake of the clan and I must do what I have to.” You felt Neteyam’s chest fall with every word that escaped your mouth.

“Y/n, please do not do this.” But you had made up your mind.

“Hayalovay, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” You reach upwards, exchanging a deep kiss with your mate. He neglected to open his eyes and you departed. Perhaps to not see what would happen next as you ran ahead, leaving him alone once again.

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(meant to be a blurb but guess who got carried away)