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tags: mdni! smut, dom(ish) sho, missionary, p in v, hair pulling, a luh rough (maybe ooc i’m sorry)

bfprohero!todoroki x femgf!reader - shoto loses his composure in front of your eyes

a/n: i feel sho is a softdom, the sweestest dom actually, but yk… a softdom is still a dom… 👀

shoto todoroki had never been easy to read. not to anyone, and sometimes, not even to you— his girlfriend. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, that was just how he was. he was a great boyfriend, always so sweet and caring. he took care of you, never letting stress get to that pretty head of yours. you were the flame and he was a mere moth, enamored by your being.

so when you saw him come back from work one day, shoulders sagging and expression etched with frustration, it was unfamiliar. bad days weren’t unfamiliar, no, but him carrying it home was. in an instant, you were on your feet, heading over to him.

“hey. bad day?” you asked gently, taking off some of his gear and setting it aside. seeing him so weary brought a pang to your heart. he responded with a bleak nod, already heading for your shared bedroom. you could see how exhausted, or maybe frustrated, he was. you couldn’t exactly tell.

“the guy i fought brought up touya. i lost my composure, went overboard.” he explained, continuing to walk to the bedroom.

you gave him a moment, then followed him in, closing the door softly behind you. he just stood there, and now the distinction between frustration and exhaustion was clear.

your feet brought you to stand in front of him, your hands massaging his shoulders lightly. then, sweetly, you brought your lips to his, presenting a kiss. normally, his hands would’ve resided on your waist or hips. you felt only one go to your hip, squeezing your skin, and the other shooting to your hair.

but he didn’t just let it rest in your hair, no. he fisted your luscious strands, grabbing hard.

you let out a soft whine from the sudden tug, the sensation new but… tasteful. the hand he had on your hip moved to the waistband of your shorts, tugging. you broke away from the kiss to quickly shed your clothes, leaving you bare.

his eyes didn’t wander like they normally did. they bore into yours instead, gesturing to the king-size bed behind you.

“go.”

he used the same tone as he did when commanding sidekicks— and it certainly commanded you. you sat on your side of the bed, watching him closely as he stalked over to the edge, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he took off his hero costume.

this was a new side of him you hadn’t seen before. with intimacy, it had always been free-flowing, and he was a gentle giant. nonetheless, the effect was the same. warmth and moisture consumed your core, against your will.

he grabbed your ankle firmly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. he stood between your legs, taking a look of your body laid out beneath him before leaning down to kiss you roughly again. your legs immediately moved to wrap around his waist, whimpering against his lips as his finger found your clit, circling the nerve brutally.

he pulled away to breathe, adjusting himself so his leaking cockhead pressed firmly against your opening, not pushing in just yet. he typically liked to take his time with you, but today had him in the mood for immediate relief— and you were not complaining.

“look.” he commanded, fisting a handful of your hair and forcing you to look down between your bodies to see where they connected. he held your head there as he began to push into you, the sopping walls of your pussy accepting him gracefully.

only did he let you put your head back down when he’d bottomed out inside you, leaving your mouth slightly agape and a deep arch in your back. he hooked both your ankles over his shoulders, then bent one of his legs and propped it onto the bed, keeping the other planted on the floor. he began to thrust into you, with a punishing but pleasurable snap of his hips. immediately, moans slipped off your tongue, your hands rushing to grip the sheets.

he may not have been fucking you fast, but he was sure as hell fucking you hard. and it felt so good.

then, he began to speed up, not only fucking you intensely, but quickly.

“sho— please— oh fuck,” you sputtered, turning into a mess over the covers. your pathetic whimpers filled the room, as your body grew to be newly and blissfully overwhelmed.

“s-slower, please— ngh—!” you whined, but he didn’t let up. the whines and whimpers continued, your hands desperately reaching for his as they held your thighs.

“stop— fuck,” he groaned, actively trying to hold himself back from finishing his sentence.

“stop,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “complaining.”

never had he ever verbally commanded you like that, but fuck if it didn’t make you hornier. so you obliged.

“you can handle it.” he reaffirmed. his pace and intensity were relentless, and part of you wished he came home upset more often. your body had never felt so electrified— not to say the sex before wasn’t good— but this was so foreign.

he leaned forward, making your legs push closer to you as well, pushing you to your limit. a hand left your thigh to cup your face, roughly and gently at the same time, and make you look at him.

he came right after you, filling your puffy pussy with his warm seed. in short, it was the most exhilarating sex you’d ever had.

“sorry. was i too rough?” he said, his eyes flashing with concern. you shook your head, smiling and taking your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist.

tags: mdni smut, missionary, sex while otp, slight degrading

dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader

a/n: this is short n not the best but i needed to post something 💔 im alive swear

“Yeah, damn idiot has no idea what’s coming to him.” Dabi said into the phone, his eyes completely focused on you.

You’re on your back, sprawled out before the stapled man on a futon. Your legs are spread as far as you can get them, one of your ankles on his shoulder and his hand squeezing your thigh.

Fwop, fwop, fwop.

Each movement made the futon creak, the back post smacking against the wall with each thrust. The hand he held over your mouth did practically nothing when it came to silencing your sounds.

“One sec Shig,” Dabi said, taking his hand off your mouth to press the mute button on his phone.

“What part of be quiet don’t you understand?” he scoffed, his hand coming down to repeatedly tap your cheek. Not once had he stopped fucking you.

“Pretty mouth can’t shut up. Your head empty or what?”

You shook your head no, but god you were too far gone to really care about what he was saying right now. He kept a fast snap of his hips into you, his extensive length and girth making sure to fill every empty crevice you didn’t know you had.

“If you say so, doll. Be quiet for the rest of the call, yeah? Make a sound I’ll stop.” he reaffirmed.

You nodded frantically, biting your lips and covering your mouth for good measure. He unmuted himself but didn’t pick his phone back up, hiking both legs over his shoulder as he began to damn near jackhammer into you.

He bit back his groans and grunts well as he continued conversation, never daring to break eye contact with you.

As soon as you heard the line cut, your hand flew away from your mouth, letting your moans fill the room.

your nails dig into the flesh of a solid bicep as sukuna fucks you from behind, and his arm is wrapped around your neck, so you’re put into a chokehold. it’s not enough to make you stop breathing, of course not, but it’s a tight squeeze. he ignores your little whimpers and whines, if anything daring you to protest more by squeezing tighter.

you probably shouldn’t have— but you found it hot. he completely manhandled you, occupying all four arms and hands. one arm had you in a chokehold, a hand snagged in your hair, another another hand tightly gripping your hip, and his last hand occasionally striking your ass. it was overwhelming, but tasteful.

tags: fluff, physical touch & affection, flirting, suggestive

boyfriend!bakugo x girlfriend!reader

a/n: debut post 🥹

You knew what you were getting into when you first started dating Katsuki Bakugo. The constant loudness, sharp insults, and sarcastic comments. That came with him naturally. But Katsuki had more to him than he let on; he was considerate, funny, and even a bit flirty.

Those other attributes revealed themselves the longer you guys dated, and the stronger your bond became. All of your friends swore up and down he was nothing more than an egotistical hothead— but here you were, happily living with him in your shared apartment.

"You're such a liar. There's no way that big-ass hit didn't hurt, even just a little." you chuckled softly. You were both in bed, you on your stomach with your feet crossed in the air, and him on his side with his arm propping up his head. He'd come back from work a little while ago, now fresh out the shower, smelling of pine and musk.

"Tch. Why would I lie about that? You know how strong I am." he responded, his free hand gently running through your hair.

"You are strong, baby." you giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. The hand previously tangled in your hair moves to cup your face, pulling you in closer without letting you pull away. After a long moment you playfully yelp against his lips, using a slight amount of force to pull away and catch your breath.

“You hate me or somethin?” he mumbled with a small grin, as if he hadn’t just tried to suffocate you.

“No, I just like being able to breathe.” you retorted. His hand moved away from your face, sliding down your body until it met your ass. He firmly palmed your flesh through your pastel yellow micro-shorts.

“Aren’t you handsy?” you teased, coming up to give him another peck.

“ ‘m supposed to keep my hands off you?” he replied, kneading your ass. He loved every part of you— though that was clearly his favorite piece. “Gimme another kiss, baby.” he mumbled, humming softly as you came up to kiss him.

You loved this side of him: calm, relaxed, and just.. at ease. Work always had him so tense, and his constant chase to being #1 wore him out. He still loved you, obviously, it was just gruff love. Mumbled compliments and sarcastic responses.

Relaxed Katsuki dropped his walls around you: he accepted touch easier, didn’t sarcastically gag at pet names, and he craved closeness. You loved every side of him, but seeing him without stress etched into his handsome face was…refreshing.

“I remember when you were afraid to even kiss me, back at UA.” you reminisced. He was so easily flustered then, though his type of fluster meant having burnt-pink cheeks and a mean scowl on his face.

“Oh shut up.” he snickered. “Can touch you all I want now.“

You giggled giddily, your hand tracing mindless shapes on his bare, rock solid chest. “You sure you’re okay though?”

“Yes, Y/N.” he groaned softly, quietly. “Always worrying. Why don’t I show you how okay I am?” he smirked.