ClownSpace on Ao3

touya todoroki with sensitive skin, so sensitive along the blades of his shoulders that you can't touch him, unless you want to pinned to the nearest surface.

calloused hands pinning yours to the wall, rough little, "don't." murmured against the shell of your ear.

suggestive.

you don't know for how much longer he's going to allow you to get away with this. you’re not sure what touya saw in you, enough to want you to call him by his real name— you’re a useful pawn, a means to an end, his end. yet for some reason, he probably sees you as enough of an interesting pawn to let you be all over him.

you’re lying on his bed, legs propped up on the wall and head dangling over the frame, watching an upside-down touya sitting on the floor, spare needle between his lips as he sews a rip in his coat.

instead of the usual short-sleeve, he’s wearing a black tank top, definitely a stupid amount of sizes too large, exposing the planes of his back, staples catching on the sunlight filtering through the dirty window. scarred, sensitive skin flexing with his every move.

“did you really have nothing better to do?” he asks suddenly, not looking away from the sleeve of his coat, hand expertly weaving thin, black thread. “what, you’re gonna kick me out? ‘m quiet as a mouse,” you pout.

“that’s not what i said, now, was it?” he shakes his head. “i like it here,” you shrug.

“whatever,” he sighs.

you turn your head at that, body rolling until the world tilts back in its supposed state. you slip down the bed, joining touya on the floor. he barely spares a tilt of his head in acknowledgement, body relaxed as he continues his task.

“are you gonna be busy for much longer?” you perch yourself closer, trying not to be affected by the way his long fingers skillfully wield the tiny needle. it seems almost impossible that a man who doesn’t hesitate to burn down a whole district over the smallest thing can be so delicate.

“why, you bored?” azure eyes flit in your direction only for a moment, and he makes a sound between a scoff and a laugh— either way, you wouldn’t be able to understand whether it’s a positive or a negative reaction. “i did say there must be better things to do than sit there and watch me like a kicked puppy.”

“but i want to stay here with you,” you prop your chin on touya’s shoulder - his good one - while placing your hand on his back over the fabric of his tank. sensing the thoughts buzzing in your head, his voice lowers an octave. “don’t.”

“whaaat?” you coo with mock innocence. “i’m serious,” he warns.

because in the time touya’s allowed you to get to know him, you found out something fascinating. there are certain parts of his body that are oh so sensitive— sounds obvious, sure, but the reaction you get out of him when you do tease him is just priceless.

your fingers dance higher, stopping where the loose fabric ends, just shy of his scarred shoulder blade. he tenses, needle stopping mid, stitch, staying trapped in the thread. “don’t you want a small break, touya?” you whisper right into his ear, hand drifting up.

he can’t explain it, the zap of electricity that shoots through his body when you touch him— he’s hasn’t figured out if it’s you yet. doesn’t plan to find out anytime soon. yet it’s impossible to ignore.

you knew it was coming - you wanted it, after all - but you still wheeze when the room rotates once more, until you’re planted to the floor on your stomach, hands held behind your back. touya truly is incredible, silent and agile like a panther and just as graceful.

and just as feral.

“you asked for it,” he settles heavily above you, thighs bracketing yours as he straddles your ass. “so you better be good and take it.”

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550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

“Hi, mom! This is my husband. He’s the famous and insanely rich Pro Hero Dynamight,” you say, gesturing towards Katsuki who takes off one of his earpods to understand what is going on.

His face shifts from pure confusion to smug pride in a split second when he catches on.

He steps in closer to get into the frame, his spiky blond hair brushing against your cheek as he leans over, the strong smell of his cologne invading your senses.

“Damn right I am,” he grunts, nodding at the camera — completely oblivious to the fact that he just agreed to being your husband on top of being rich and famous.

You lean closer as well, brushing you cheek against his.

“Also, as you can see, he is very handsome and fit,” you continue as you shift the camera towards him. He instantly starts showing off his face and huge arms proudly.

when you forget to give the mha boys a goodbye kiss.

incl ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki x reader, established relationship, all smau, fluff

when the fiery, explosive boy falls in love with you.

incl ; katsuki bakugou x gn!reader, established relationship, all smau, fluff, dates don’t matter but timestamps do

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lunarrite is typing…: nsfw denki kaminari kink headcannons!

lunarrite is typing…: warnings!; 18+, mdni!

lunarrite is typing…: i’m back from a several month long unplanned hiatus with a blog refresh and some pathetic denki headcannons…? this is shit but at least its something!

⭑.ᐟ PRAISE!; denki gets off on hearing you tell him he's doing good for you, or being good for you. despite his knack for rage baiting you (he finds being a brat sooo damn funny!), denki is actually rather... obedient. he's happy to follow along with your commands most times, stopping whatever he's doing to complete the task you've given him. it was a bit of a shock to your mutual friends at first, watching someone otherwise so laid back spring into action at the sound of your voice; jumping up from the couch with zero hesitation when you call to him to fill up your reusable water bottle, or dropping down onto one knee to tie your shoe for you. you'd think he'd be a embarrassed, and maybe he is a tiny bit... the slight tinge of pink lining the tips of his ears anytime sero or mina dog on him for being so whipped giving him away. but he'll never be embarrassed enough to stop; not even when all his friends are teasing him for leaving their game night early to come home to you, that "good boy" message on his phone from you just feels too good to care!

mdni.

“for fuck’s sake, kaminari, you’re so loud!” you glare up at the blond, stripes of light filtering through the closet doors illuminating his - positively wrecked - face.

you knew you shouldn’t have partaken in the game, at least not with him playing the same round, because it would’ve exactly led to this— you, on your knees, face stuffed full of his cock while he sits with his back against the wall, legs squirming like a distressed eel.

and you couldn’t, and i stress again, couldn’t let anyone outside know what was happening in here.

because girls like you don’t give guys like denki kaminari their time of day. the sleazes who stumble over their words when they dare talking to you, with big puppy eyes and pouty lips, long fingers that feel so good when they’re deep inside your—

“i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” he mirrors your tone, a whisper-shout that comes out shaky and pathetic, with the ever-present whine that his talk carries. his dick twitches, the head flushed and gleaming in the dim lighting, another bead of pre already blooming at his slit.

denki’s pupils are blown wide, chest heaving at the sight before him— your swollen, spit-slick lips, manicured nails wrapped around the base of his shaft, which gives another weak, impatient throb.

you roll your eyes, moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you lower your head again. your mouth barely wraps around his cockhead before he’s making another sound. you let go of him completely, and denki’s already scrambling to beg when you hold your hand up. “shut the fuck up and sit back down.”

“yes, ma’am,” he obeys immediately.

he watches your hands reach under your mini skirt, thumbs hooking around your g-string to take it off, awkwardly sliding it down one leg at a time. once it’s balled up in your hand, you merely give him a nod of your head. “open up.”

denki’s jaw unhinges on command, and you’re pretty sure that behind his closed lids, his eyes have shot up behind his skull as the taste of fabric covered in your slick floods his mouth. “now you better be done quick, we don’t have much time since you wanted to be so fucking difficult,” you snarl.

he’s not given a chance to answer because you’re already swallowing down his cock, cheeks hollowing to fit him whole, nose hitting the neatly trimmed blonde tufts at his base. he could’ve cum from that alone, length hugged by the velvety walls of your throat.

you work him with your hand as your tongue focuses on his tip, rolling around and suckling on the sensitive underside. he’s coated with a mix of your spit and his own pre, the friction with your palm making a shlick-shlick-shlick! noise you pray can’t be heard outside of the stuffy closet.

lost in your worries about your own reputation, you barely registered the muffled huff coming from denki, which you realize a moment later he was trying to warn you that he was about to cum when thick, warm ropes fill your mouth, catching you off guard.

you suffocate a cough, managing to milk out every last drop.

there’s no time to talk, denki knows that, as he shuffles his boxers and pants back up while you fish out your phone to check if your face looks okay. the panties you used as a makeshift gag lay in his fist, and he’s about to ask what you want him to do with them when the closet door opens suddenly, and he has to pocket them in a hurry.

you’re sat far from him enough for people to not suspect anything, the light perspiration on your annoyed face easily excused with being stuck in stale closet with an overheating idiot. from his spot on the carpeted floor though, denki can catch but a single peak under your skirt, light catching on the sheen of your slick stuck to your inner thighs. from his perspective, it’s enough of a victory.

/ FINALLY GOT TO THIS ONE I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE IT LOSER BOY DENKI x MEAN GIRL MY BELOVED

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Sanji x reader - barely any plot, just a lot of words, eventual smut, unfinished, I’ll add more tags later

Early morning sun spills in from the small window of Sanji’s cabin, a dim light resting on his bare chest as you peak past his door knocked ajar by the storm last night. He works so hard and evidently was too exhausted to be woken up by the waves thrashing at the Thousand Sunny. The floorboards creak slightly under your toes as you shuffle away and hope to not be noticed leering at his sleeping form. You set foot on deck and morning moves on as usual for when you can’t sleep any longer. Zoro sound asleep on the deck after a night of watching over the ship, Nami waving sleepily as she checks our course, Robin already fully awake and reading a book, and the rest of the crew nowhere to be seen.

Not long after you find a place near the galley to rest, he comes out. Sanji, so pretty and diligent even when he’s so sleepy, immediately heads to his kitchen to make breakfast. He always makes sure to cook a hearty meal before our captain wakes up— simply so none of us have to hear the complaining about being hungry as soon as he opens his door. You follow him into the kitchen quietly, knocking on the counter.

“Ah,” he looks up from mixing a large bowl of eggs. “Good morning, Y/N dear.” As usual, his inflection is enthusiastic, though his voice makes it clear that’s the first thing he’s said since last night.

“Do you want any help?” You mutter, trying to give an excuse for being with him.

“Of course not, ma chérie,” his hands pause at their work and he looks you in the eye. “This is my job, taking care of my ladies’ needs.”

A moment passes as thoughts bounce around in your mind. “Our needs, hm?” His cheeks turn a soft shade of red as he watches you walk out the door, dumbfounded by the tone in your voice.

The day continues the same old routine as any uninterrupted travel does on this ship— aside from more lingering glances in your direction than usual. Sharp blue eyes scanning your body, seeming to count the strands of hair on your head, memorizing your movements, giving more attention to you than the other more familiar ladies. Unsettling yet strangely attractive and flattering. And you can’t fault him when you’ve done basically the same.

Dinner served and devoured ends with him refusing your help gathering dishes, leaving you resorting to sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for him to come in and wash things by himself. His hands look so nice working. Dish towel slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, muscles moving effortlessly to do the job he’s so intent on doing himself. It’s almost irresistible to just grab at him.

Which is exactly what you do. Your hands wrap around his waist, admiring the small size and the way he tenses under your touch. Seconds feel like hours as he turns his head to look at you behind him.

“Y/N?” he mutters, his face flushed. “Your precious touch…”