WRONG NUMBER ⸻ HITOSHI SHINSO ; gn! reader

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shinso is good at a lot of things. straight As, guitar, knowing exactly what to say that’ll get your thighs pressed together for friction. most would know him for his impeccably bad posture or his complimentary resting bitch face. of all the things you’ve known him for, his hands are probably your favourite.

being naturally good with his words, his physical talents are often left underestimated. it started when he invited you over to his place, to help pack his room for a big move. or maybe clean up his bookshelf. whatever it was, it ended with him seated on the edge of his bed while you sat next to him on the floor, looking up as his fingers skimmed over the guitar strings.

every now and then, his indigo eyes would furrow while he worked out a tune. at one point, maybe his tongue was stuck out. he could have been strumming the national anthem, and you’d have no way of knowing. your attention focused solely on his hands, and bow they moved across the strings, skilfully plucking each line, curling.

among the many things shinso is great at, he’s also very perceptive. which is why he has your clothes on the floor, allowing you to straddle his waist while he buried his index and middle finger into your soaked heat.

he has half a mind to laugh, watching your back arch when he circles your clit with his thumb. whatever he asked you to come over for is long forgotten.

“feel good, princess?” his voice deep, raspy, looking up at you while you catch your breath. you whine, and he feels his cock twitch underneath his sweatpants. he continues playing your pussy like an instrument, the music, of course, being your voice.

he develops a steady rhythm, pumping his two fingers in and out while chasing the feeling of you around him, knowing you’re close. he thinks, for a moment, of withdrawing his hands completely, letting you and your big, beautiful eyes lick his fingers clean, and then pulling you down onto his hard, throbbing dick. how he’d love to let you ride him, chase your own pleasure before deciding he doesn’t have the patience and thrusting up into you.

“fuck, hitoshi!” you half scream, and it pulls him back down. his fingers haven’t slowed in you. he can’t tell if he’s surprised that you said his first name, or that you came on his hands.

regardless, he rides out your orgasm, running his perfect fucking fingers between your folds before slowly withdrawing. his usual smartass mouth plasters a grin, a shit-eating one that would otherwise piss you off, had you not had the ride of your life off his hand alone.

“still wanna see me play guitar?”

“oh, shut up.”

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

a/n ; Inspired by @/trintheweirdo 's MHA skits where katsuki mostly crashes out bc of mitsuki 😭

cw ; suggestive, but overall focused on some funny stuff!

Normally, Mitsuki Bakugou wouldn't mind having you over their home. Like you always have since you and Katsuki were little kids.

But when you two started dating around senior year? She had already expected it.. Yet her eyes were on you two like a damn crow. I mean, don't get her wrong, she loves you! why wouldn't she? you were such a polite girl, always keeping her Katsuki grounded.

She seems to have like a 6th sense every time you and Katsuki are together. Like She knows damn well that teenagers who are left alone are at risk of letting those hormonal urges take over.

You two were in his room, straddling his lap as he slowly kissed and nipped at your jaw. Sensual, slow, loving.. it felt like it was all you needed in life at the moment.

"KATSUKI" his mother called from downstairs. He pulled away from your neck with a groan before answering begrudgingly.

"WHAT? YOU'RE STILL HERE?!"

"TAKE THE TRASH OUT, IT'S MAKING THE KITCHEN STINK. I AIN'T GONNA GO WORK MY ASS OFF AND PAY FOR THIS HOUSE IF YOU'RE GONNA KEEP IT DIRTY IN HERE."

He gently moved you off his lap while grumbling about how 'she could've done it herself'. You couldn't help but pout to yourself either, but you chuckled softly 'cause you knew once Mitsuki asks him to do something, he WILL do it despite his reluctance.

When he came back, he immediately wanted to make up for lost time (5 minutes.. 💀) , sliding a hand up your waist and whispered a deep 'where were we?' as he kissed your jaw once again. You giggle and push his hand away, telling him to wait a few more minutes to make sure Mitsuki got out for work.

"KATSUKI"

"WHAAAATTT?!" he yelled back, almost as if he's crashing out.

"CLEAN THE SINK"

"IT'S ONE SPOON AND A MUG"

"DROP THE ATTITUDE AND GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"

You pat his shoulder comfortingly while holding back a laugh. It was always fun to see Katsuki on the verge of crashing out over something that isn't that deep. The poor boy was probably pent up by now. And when he came back, he didn't even bother anymore. He sat beside me with crossed arms and a frown like you were the one who caused him his misery.. you snort at his attitude and fix myself, seems like he's not in the mood anymore.

"'s not funny."

"it kinda is.." you kiss his cheek.

"Katsuki" Mitsuki called out once more, outside his bedroom door this time as she knocked before entering.

"[Name]'s mom called, said she needed the sweet thing to help with something. Why don't 'ya drop her home, yeah? I'm off to work. Don't do anything stupid! Bye [Name]!" She waved to you before slamming the door.

you simply waved back and smiled, hardly containing your laugh when his cheeks were about to blow. How adorable.

"Hm.. so we walking or we using your car?" you asked teasingly.

likes and reblogs are appreciated hihi 💗

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.

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(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!))

— ❝ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐭. 2 ❞

pairing. pro hero!izuku x villain!reader

word count. 6.5k (i wish i was joking)

warnings. izuku gets *manipulated*, sub!izuku, dom!reader, tentacles pt 2, cunnilingus, overstimulation, good boy izuku, anal penetration (m. receiving), semi-public, izuku gets called puppy, izuku can’t stop cumming, interrupted

part one

Oh god. He can’t help it. 

You’re too fucking pretty. 

When Izuku saw your number light up his phone last night with a text message asking him if he would like to go out to dinner, he swears to god he almost pissed himself with excitement. The last thing he expected when checking up on Kacchan after he went MIA during their clash with villains the other day was to come face to face with one of the prettiest girls he has ever seen. And then you asked for his number? Ugh, it was a total KO. Of course, that bubble popped pretty quickly after receiving an eardrum-bursting phone call from Kacchan, informing him (unnecessarily harshly) that the pretty girl who gave him her number was a notorious villain. 

terms & delusions | n. monoma

Until I Love You - A Shigaraki x Reader Fanfic

You're a very famous professional smut writer known for your filthy, kinky stories. Your biggest fan, Shigaraki, wrongly assumes you're as big a pervert as he is so he kidnaps you, and he wants to reenact all his favorite scenes from your books!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Quirkless AU. Dubcon. Kidnapping. Bondage. Rough Sex. Humiliation. Overstimulation. Mind Break. Aphrodisiacs. Creampie.

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @benkeibear! Any feedback/comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated!

“I told you, I can’t do it!” you yell, slapping your hand on the table. 

The woman standing on the other side, your literary agent, rolls her eyes. “How are we supposed to do a book signing event without the author?”

You cross your arms. “I can stay behind a curtain. You can bring the books to me, I’ll sign them, then you can give them back to the readers.”

“And what proof will your fans have that I’m not signing them myself?” she asks, now tapping her foot impatiently. 

Shit. You didn’t think of that. The curtain was your best idea. You’re certainly not going to show your face in public, not as the author of over thirty best selling smut novels. You write under a pen name for a reason: your books are absolutely filthy, and you’d die of shame if anyone in your private life found out about them.