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bonkwrites · 1 year

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a blessing, not a curse

Here’s a little Shoto blurb i wrote this morning hehe:

Shoto always thought his quirk was a curse. He had never considered the uses for it other than using it as a hero. Sure, he's warmed up a coffee or cooled down a room in the heat of summer, but he never considered the uses until you.

To be fair, very fair, which he often isn't to himself, he was a virgin before he met you. He had never considered making himself colder or hotter while he was inside you, or making his fingers colder or warmer. But he found out you love it and now he'll never stop.

"Sh-Shoto-" you whimper his name, hands tugging at his hair, "Ah-!"

"Shhh, my love," he leans back and nips at your thigh, "they'll hear.."

"H-How am I supposed to stay quiet when you're… you're.." your hands fly away from his hair and grip at the sides of the couch. You're in Momo's basement, the reunion party she planned is still going strong a floor above you.

"When I'm..?" Shoto asks. You clench down around his fingers with a gasp when he makes them colder. It sends a thrill right through him.

"Th-that! Oh god, Shoto, oh god," your thighs shake as you start to cum and Shoto presses them open roughly to put his mouth back on your clit.

You pulse around his fingers and you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.

"Oh, my love," Shoto moans, watching you shake as he pulls his fingers free. He presses a kiss to your thigh as you try to catch your breath.

“Let’s go,” you mumble, gripping at his shirt to pull him towards you, wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in to kiss him. You break apart panting, grinding against him. “Take me home.”

“Yeah- Yes, I will. Let’s go home.” Shoto breaks away from you, slowly, and you stand on slightly shaking legs to fix your skirt.

#shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto smut #shoto todoroki smut #todoroki #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero fic #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero fanfic #my hero academia fic #my hero acedamia #my hero smut

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flight-of-fantasy · 8 months

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Update to my Villain!Deku My Hero Academia fic!

Summary:

It doesn’t take much to be set on a different path. For Izuku, it was the day he met All Might and was told he could never be a hero without a Quirk. Later, when he runs into his old pediatric doctor—Dr. Tsubasa—while being treated for a burn, Izuku encounters an opportunity. There is another man in the burn unit, and between the burned man and Tsubasa, they might know a way for Izuku to acquire a Quirk… for a price.

Sometimes, the encouragement you need can come from the wrong source. Not all men are created equal, but Izuku Midoriya is about to even the playing field.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero fic #bnha fic #mha fic #villain deku #dabi #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #all might

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lackyghost · 1 year

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Todoroki Shouto blinks slowly, gray and turquoise eyes blank and lips in a straight line. His hair, split down the middle in red and white, is lightly messed up, the strands mixing atop his head. He’s currently staring at his best friend, who just said something he’s fairly certain he can never unhear.

“Is there a name for that?” Shouto asks as he raises his phone, pressing the record button.

Piercing scarlet eyes glare at him, blonde spikes wild around a sharp face, pink lips twisting into a sneer that’s not nearly as threatening as usual with the amount of alcohol in the man’s system.

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Bakugou Katsuki says, scoffing harshly, flicking his empty beer can on the coffee table, knocking it onto its side as he pouts. “I just wanna be fucking myself, and then have the door open unexpectedly because Touya came back early from work or some shit, and he catches me, and then gets all fuckin’ bossy n’ shit, takes over, and fucks me into oblivion.”

“Do you… have a plan to make this happen?” Shouto asks, tilting his head slightly.

“No,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. “He doesn’t like me like that, I accepted that a long fuckin’ time ago, that’s why it’s called a fuckin’ fantasy, you dumbfuck.”

Shouto stops recording, his expression more deadpan than ever. “Right.”

“He’s just so fuckin’ pretty,” Katsuki says, groaning as he leans back against the sofa, the plush leather comfortable. “I just wanna kiss him on his stupid pierced lips, and I wanna lick his shitty tattoos, and suffocate him with my thighs by riding his face, y’know?”

“Sure,” Shouto says as he goes to his text conversation with Touya, reading over the messages from the past several months as Katsuki continues to wax crass poetry about his eldest brother.

TOUYA:Fuck, he’s so goddamn gorgeous.

SHOUTO:You’ve mentioned that.

TOUYA:DOES HE NOT KNOW HOW THIN THE WALLS ARE!? I CAN HEAR HIM JERKING OFF!!!!!!!

SHOUTO:I’m going to get a new phone number.

TOUYA:Shoooouuuutttttoooooo Why did you let me move in with him So many regerts

SHOUTO: Just ask him on a date and stop complaining.

TOUYA: STFU, you KNOW HE DOESN’T LIKE ME LIKE THAT I’m way too old for him It’s not my fucking fault that he’s fucking PERFECT

“—and then shove me onto the bed and just take me, not even fuckin’ waiting, and then go hard until I can’t fuckin’ think,” Katsuki goes on, and then drops onto his side, letting out a long, exasperated groan. “Why doesn’t he love me, huh!? Is it ‘cause I’m blonde? I’ll—I’ll fuckin’ dye my hair. Ugh, no, I don’t wanna end up like fuckin’ Shitty Hair. But I could get a wig? Does he like brunettes?”

“Katsuki,” Shouto says, and the blonde grunts, tapering off to show he’s listening. “Touya has a night shift on Friday, right?”

“Yup,” Katsuki says, sighing heavily, a little drool dripping past his lips. “Sometimes I go in his room when he works thirds and fuck myself on his bed.”

Shouto really doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he goes for a topic change. “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? I’ll get you a blanket.”

“Fuckin’ better,” Katsuki snaps, scowling, though his lids are drooping. “M’ fuckin’ sleep… sleepy.”

Shouto hums his understanding as he gets up, walking to the hallway closet and pulling out a blanket. By the time he gets back to the couch, his friend is already snoring softly, and Shouto sighs as he drapes the soft fabric over him.

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KATSUKI: Do not text or call me for the rest of the fucking night, or I will KILL YOU.

SHOUTO:I understand.

KATSUKI: Clearly you DON’T! FUCK OFF!

Shouto’s lips twitch, but he tucks his phone into his pocket and heads for the door, stepping out of his condo and taking the elevator down to the ground floor. He goes through the lobby and out the main doors of the building.

Shouto strolls down the dark sidewalk, earbuds in and playing some music he doesn’t bother giving his attention to, he’s too busy internally hoping that this plan works because he is sick and tired of hearing his best friend and brother pine for each other.

It takes about fifteen minutes to reach the konbini, and he steps inside, nodding to the cashier, Toga Himiko, on his way toward the back of the store, where his brother is restocking potato chips.

“Touya,” Shouto says, and the white-haired man looks over at him, arching a pierced brow.

His plain white t-shirt is tight over his muscles, gained from the five years he spent in prison for arson. That’s where the majority of his tattoos came from as well—all done in black and blue ink, dragons, scales, and flames lining nearly every inch of his body. The piercings had come afterward, in his lips, ears, brows, and nose.

“Yeah?” Touya questions, turquoise eyes curious, white hair spiky and wild around his head.

“I need to speak with you,” Shouto says, his eyes flicking behind his brother to the man beside him, another ex-con, Shimura Tenko, before locking back on Touya. “In private.”

Touya frowns, but nods and walks down to the end of the aisle, gesturing for Shouto to follow. Touya leads the way through the back doors along the far wall, which opens to the large storage room. Touya turns just inside and steps into the small manager’s office.

He turns to look back at his baby brother, concerned. “What’s up?”

“I need you to watch this, it’s important,” Shouto says as he withdraws his phone.

He takes his earbuds out and holds them out to Touya, who takes them, checking the little letter on the insides before placing them in the correct ears. Shouto turns off his music before going to his camera roll, pulling up the video and handing the phone to his brother.

Shouto waits, counting out the thirty seconds that make up the video. Touya’s face is blank, though his pupils are enlarged. Shouto frowns, and he’s about to ask if Touya has finished the short clip, but his eyes flick down and he sighs when he sees the prominent tent in the man’s pants, pushing his blue apron out. He rubs at his temples and gives his brother another moment to re-watch it and then swipes his phone back.

Touya stares dumbly at his empty hands and then looks at his brother. “Was that… edited?”

“No,” Shouto says, his jaw tight as he suppresses the desire to slap the man.

“Holy fuck,” Touya says, wheezing slightly.

“He also told me that he likes to masturbate on your bed when you work night shifts,” Shouto says, and Touya feels woozy with the amount of blood still rushing to his dick. “If you were to go home now, you could bring his fantasy to life.”

“Yes,” Touya says, his cock jerking harshly in his pants. “Fuck, I need to go.”

“I will take over your shift,” Shouto says.

Touya nods, not even caring about anything but Katsuki as he rips his apron off, throwing it at his brother. He darts to the doorway of the little office and turns to look at his brother, eyes wide.

“I owe you,” Touya says seriously.

“Just get the mutual pining to end so I don’t have to listen to either of you anymore,” Shouto says, shaking his head as he sighs, pulling the apron on.

Touya nods furiously and turns, rushing through the swinging staff only doors, awkwardly adjusting his cock as he moves, making him look like a psychopath. Himiko and Tenko both make confused sounds and look over when the storage room doors open again.

Shouto makes his way back to the chips, the silver ‘Touya’ on the nametag shining under the fluorescent lights as he begins restocking the snack items.

“Who are you?” A voice drawls from behind him and Shouto turns, looking up at a black-haired man with dark eyes lined in heavy bags, his nametag reading ‘Shouta’ with ‘Store Manager’ at the bottom.

“Touya’s stand-in for tonight, he had an emergency,” Shouto says.

The man sighs. “You don’t work here.”

“Don’t pay me then,” Shouto says, shrugging as he turns around, placing a bag of cheddar cheese chips in the correct spot.

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When Touya reaches his apartment, he slows down outside the door to catch his breath. His mind is whirring rapidly, his heart thudding from more than the adrenaline, and his hands are shaky as he pulls his keys from his pocket.

He pushes the brass key into the lock as quietly as possible and holds his breath as he opens it. Even from over in the genkan, he can hear Katsuki’s soft moans and his cock twitches, more precum soaking through his underwear to his jeans.

Touya steps out of his shoes and into his slippers, barely even breathing as he makes his way down to the hall. Katsuki’s bedroom door is open and empty, and Touya’s eyes lock on the way his bedroom door is cracked as he approaches. He takes a shuddering breath before peering in through the small opening.

Katsuki is on Touya’s bed, wearing Touya’s favorite black shirt with a white skull on the front, and he is bouncing on a thick purple dildo. He’s on his knees, leaning back, one hand grasping an ankle while the other holds a small vibrator over his T-dick, the position giving Touya a perfect view of the toy as it slides in and out of him, shiny with creamy slick.

His eyes are closed, head tilted back, and he moans again, this time around a single word that fries Touya’s brain—his name.

Any hesitancy flies out the window as Touya silently pushes the door open, pulling off his t-shirt and dropping it to the floor. He reaches for his belt next, and the sound of the metal clasps on the buckle catches the blonde’s attention.

“Fuck!” Katsuki shouts, dropping down hard on the dildo and choking on a moan as he falls back on the bed, dropping the little vibrator and grabbing the blanket, whipping it over himself.

“Keep going, Katsuki,” Touya says, voice octaves lower than normal, and the blonde shudders heavily.

“I—I can—fuck,” Katsuki says, his face beet red with his mortification.

“I said,” Touya hisses out as he shoves his jeans and boxers down in one go, stepping out of them and kicking them off his ankles, “keep going.”

Katsuki grips the blanket tighter, his eyes flicking down to Touya’s cock for a moment, dragging along the six rung Jacob’s ladder on the underside and the Prince Albert at the tip before he looks away. “F-fuck you, asshole.”

“No, fuck you,” Touya growls out, stopping beside the bed and ripping the blanket away from the blonde. “You think you can just come into my room and fuck yourself without me?”

Katsuki’s eyes blow wide, and he opens his mouth to ask for clarification, but Touya grips the toy still lodged in his cunt and harshly shoves it into him, making him gasp. The white-haired man leans over the blonde, eyes narrowed into slits as he sets a harsh pace, fucking the man with his own dildo.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is, listening to you fuck yourself every night?” Touya says, jaw tight as he leans over the man, chest heaving. “Every time I hear it, I have to stop myself from storming over there and burning your toys so that the only way you can properly fill yourself up is with me.”

Katsuki moans, clenching around the toy, his toes curling as he nears the edge. “I—I—I didn’t think y-you wanted that.”

Touya tugs the toy out, leaving Katsuki’s cunt fluttering around nothing, and he whines, having been so close to cumming. Touya slaps his pussy, and Katsuki jerks at the stimulation.

“You really think you deserve to cum after masturbating on my bed?” Touya growls out.

He climbs up onto the bed, hovering over the blonde, whose eyes are wide, his body flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Touya clicks his tongue disapprovingly and dips down to lick a stripe up along his collarbone.

“How long were you at it this time, huh?” Touya questions, lolling his tongue out to lick up the blonde’s throat.

“An hour,” Katsuki gasps out.

Touya bites onto his earlobe and tugs harshly. “How many times did you make yourself cum?”

“Three—ah—three times,” Katsuki says.

“Hope you’re ready for four more,” Touya says, finally crashing their lips together.

He reaches a hand down to grip his aching length, quickly lining himself up to Katsuki’s hole and thrusts inside, giving the man no time to adjust to his considerable size. The blonde screams into the kiss; unable to describe the feeling of the barbells on Touya’s cock sliding along his sensitive walls.

Touya uses his right hand to grip Katsuki’s thigh, pushing it up so he can get deeper, and he brings his left hand around to the man’s cock, rubbing it harshly. The combination of feelings; Touya’s hot tongue pressing into his mouth, the dick rearranging his guts, and the friction on his own T-dick in combination with his fantasy coming to life has Katsuki cumming harder than he ever has.

His cunt clenches around Touya’s cock, forcing him to slow down with the grip, but he never stops, continuing moving his hips and his fingers until Katsuki pulls away from the kiss to gasp for air.

“Too much,” Katsuki pants out.

Touya growls as he pulls out, grabbing Katsuki’s waist and tugging him up to his knees. He roughly shoves the blonde around, pushing his face against the wall as he lines himself back up to his dripping pussy.

“Not enough,” Touya says, and then shoves his cock back home.

Katsuki drops his forehead to the wall as Touya drills into him, pain and pleasure mingling, building his arousal up higher than he thought was possible. His body is trembling, his nipples hardening as they rub against the chilly wall, but he tilts his hips, and suddenly Touya is hitting the perfect spot.

“Touya!” Katsuki keens as he’s sent into another orgasm.

Touya brings a hand around to Katsuki’s T-dick and slaps it, making the blonde yelp. He switches to rubbing it again, shoving the man harder against the wall as he pounds into him, not stopping when Katsuki chokes out a sob, tears streaming down his face.

The overstimulation has Katsuki squirting, and Touya shouts out a curse at the feeling. He moves both hands to the blonde’s hips, pinning him against the wall as he pounds into him. Katsuki gasps at the coolness against his cock, the cold temperature soothing the throbbing member.

Touya buries himself deep as he cums, groaning a low, throaty sound as he unloads his hot seed. He bites down into Katsuki’s shoulder to ground himself, his dick pulsing with each spurt, his ass clenching and hips shoving up of their own accord.

Katsuki pants heavily, greatly appreciating the break, though clarity seeps back into his head and his anxiety spikes. Touya pulls away from his bite and trails kisses up his neck, and Katsuki turns his face away from him.

“You shy now?” Touya taunts.

Katsuki scoffs, trying to pretend he isn’t panicking. “That was only two more, thought you said four.”

Touya blinks once in surprise and then barks out a laugh. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for.”

He pulls out of Katsuki and turns the man around again, shoving him onto his back on the bed. He smirks down at the blonde and pointedly strokes his cock, which is already swelling back up. Katsuki’s tear-filled eyes blow wide, but Touya just smirks smugly and plants himself between his legs.

He slaps his cock against Katsuki’s T-dick, making him gasp. “F-fuck, I was fuckin kidding!”

“Shame,” Touya hums, rubbing the head of his cock along Katsuki’s slit teasingly. “I wasn’t.”

Touya presses inside him again, slowly this time, and Katsuki groans at the feeling, and Touya bites his lower lip as he looks down at where their bodies meet. He slowly pulls back and then pushes forward again, moaning at how fucking hot it is to watch his cock sink into Katsuki’s tight heat.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ruin you,” Touya says, thrusting faster, loving the wet squelch that accompanies the slapping of their sticky skin.

He reaches down to rub along Katsuki’s cock again, groaning at the way the blonde’s cunt spasms around his dick. Katsuki bites his lower lip to try to stop himself from cumming again, but Touya narrows his eyes and pivots his hips faster, merciless in his ministrations.

“Touya!” Katsuki screams as he’s tipped over the edge, the name mixed with a sob as more tears fill his eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Touya groans, stilling his hips for a moment to soak in the blissful feeling of Katsuki’s hot insides.

He slowly pulls out and slides down the bed, gripping Katsuki’s thighs, pushing them open so he can lick between them. The blonde gasps, his hands flying down to tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots and making Touya moan as he laps at his cunt. Katsuki’s body twitches each time, the man whimpering as Touya slurps up their combined arousals.

He pushes Katsuki’s thighs further up, shaking his head to get his tongue deeper, nosing against the man’s T-dick. Touya growls as he drags his tongue along the man’s insides until he’s cleaned him out. Katsuki is panting, body taut and close to another orgasm, but Touya pulls away and Katsuki lets out another sob—not even sure whether it’s from relief or upset.

Touya rolls him onto his front and tugs Katsuki’s ass into the air and lines his cock up, pushing the head inside. He slowly rolls his hips, teasing the blonde, who tries to press back to get him deeper, but Touya tuts and slaps his ass, making the blonde gasp and clench around him.

“You want my cock, huh?” Touya taunts, gripping the man’s hips firmly so he can’t pull Touya in deeper. “Did you wear my clothes every time you came in here when I was gone, hmm? Did you cum on my bed and hope that I would come home and smell you?”

Katsuki whines again, tilting his hips. “Come on.”

Touya smacks his ass again. “Answer the questions, Katsuki.”

“Yes!” Katsuki shouts, still trying to rock back. “I didn’t always wear your shit, b-but I hoped you would smell me and get off to it. I hoped you heard me, wanted you to come into my room and fuck me yourself.”

“You’ve been depraved, poor thing,” Touya drawls, giving him a little more of his cock, which he eagerly clenches around. “Do you have a thing for bad boys?”

“No,” Katsuki pants out, feeling close to going mad from being edged and teased. “I love you, you asshole, now fuck me!”

Touya’s brain shuts down for a moment, but his body takes over, slamming deep inside of Katsuki. His heart swells as he processes the man’s words, and when he finally comes back into his body, he leans over the man to grab his wrists, pulling them back, forcing the blonde to arch his spine as he fucks into him harder.

“You’ll pay for that,” Touya snarls out. “Confessing to me first, huh? You insolent brat.”

Katsuki gasps, turning his head to lock gazes with Touya, chest heaving and eyes hazy. There’s some drool dripping down his chin, his face is blotchy and streaked in tears, but he still manages to look cocky. “I win.”

Touya growls, releasing his wrists and he slaps a hand between the blonde’s shoulder blades, shoving him down against the pillows as he pounds into him harder, his balls slapping up against the man’s T-dick every time he’s fully sheathed in his cunt. Katsuki begins to clench around him and Touya uses his other hand to reach for the abandoned vibrator.

He flips it on and slides the small device around Katsuki’s front, pushing it against the blonde’s cock, making the man shout in surprise. Katsuki clenches around him even tighter, and Touya moans at the feeling, his eyes nearly rolling back as Katsuki cums again, his insides flooding. His own orgasm hits him like a truck, and he slumps over the blonde as he fills him up.

“Four,” Touya pants out, and Katsuki huffs weakly.

“I’m not sleeping in this bed,” Katsuki grumbles out.

“Eh, I’ve slept in grosser places,” Touya says, pulling out of the blonde and sighing.

“There is no fuckin’ way I can walk right now,” Katsuki says, barely able to roll over to look up at Touya. Anxiety crosses his features as he looks over the older man, swallowing thickly. “Did you… never mind.”

“Meant every word,” Touya says, smirking as he leans down to kiss the man, sighing against his lips. “Especially the part about burning your toys.”

Katsuki pulls away to laugh. “You’d better not. That shit’s expensive.”

Touya just snickers and his phone dings from his pants pocket. He sighs and climbs down from the bed, legs wobbly as he makes his way over to his jeans. He lifts them up and pulls the device out, reading the one message from Shouto reminding him of the date and he blinks in surprise.

“Huh,” he mutters, dropping his pants and walking back over to the bed.

He purses his lips as he places his phone on his nightstand, looking at Katsuki for a moment before shoving his arms under the blonde’s knees and upper back, lifting him into a bridal carry. Katsuki’s face flushes darkly, but he wraps an arm around Touya’s shoulders and lets himself be carried to the bathroom.

Touya carefully steps down into the bathtub and sits down, shifting the blonde on his lap, holding Katsuki chest-to-chest. He turns the water on, wincing at the coldness that sprays over his feet. He waits until it’s hot before lifting the lever for the stopper and leaning back to let it fill up.

He grabs a washcloth and soaks it in the hot water, lifting it up to drag along Katsuki’s back, his cock swelling up beneath the blonde as the man rubs against him. Katsuki looks down and gawks at his dick before looking back up at him, incredulity all over his face.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, eyes wide.

“I have a refractory period that ranges from thirty seconds to ten minutes,” Touya says, shrugging. “Doctor had a fancy name for it that I didn’t fuckin’ care enough to remember.”

“For fucks’ sake,” Katsuki says, shaking his head.

Touya hums, bringing the cloth up to wipe over Katsuki’s face, his expression turning soft. He leans in to capture his lips in a soft kiss, humming a happy sound as they fall into a steady, sleepy rhythm. The kisses are chaste and warm, both of them feeling satiated and neither wanting to voice the desire to simply bask in the presence of the other.

Touya breaks the kiss when the tub is full, leaning over to turn the tap off. He settles back again, rubbing along Katsuki’s spine as he kisses his cheek. “It’s past midnight.”

Katsuki cocks a brow. “So?”

Touya’s eyes crinkle. “Happy birthday.”

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homo-rashi · 1 year

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OMOVEMBER 2022 Day 1: Using a Container

My Hero Academia | Todoroki Shoto & Aizawa Shota

At a prestigious academy like UA, it's not often that things like this matter happen, and if they do, there was always a pro-hero around to solve the matter rather quickly. But some things just cant be solved by Hero's, like the elevator breaking on the way to the first floor of the dorms.

Todoroki had been on his way to the first floor of the dorms to take his nightly shower after training, opting to take the elevator this time because his legs were rather sore from the amount of jumping he did today. It was supposed to be a short, less than a minute elevator ride, but of course, it didn't turn out that way.

Firstly, the elevator stopped on the 4th floor, the one right below Todoroki’s floor. Expecting one of his classmates to join him on the ride to the common area he was surprised to be greeted by Aizawa, hair tied up into a bun on the back of his head, circled under his eyes as prominent as ever.

“Sensei?” Todoroki acknowledge his teacher with a questioning tone, wondering why he is in the students dorms this late.

“The power outlets on the third and fourth floor stopped working, Sero called me to come see if I could fix it.” Aizawa explained, sounding annoyed but not in a bad way, just in an Aizawa way.

“Oh, they are working fine on my floor.” Todoroki says back, he has never really been good at making conversation. Especially with someone who is his teacher. In class it's different, but running into him when you're headed down to take a shower, with a towel in your hands, wearing your endeavor themed dorm shower sandals, it's a little awkward.

“That's good to know. I think it's just some faulty electrical, considering how fast we built these dorms it's bound to ha-” Aizawa and Todoroki both brace themselves on the edges of the elevator when it suddenly jerks to a stop. The light flickered off for a second before a dimmer, green light slightly illuminated the confined space. “Are you okay?” Todoroki looks over at Aizawa who has his capture weapon engaged, looking around the small space frantically.

“Electrical issues, huh? Like the kind that could stop an elevator from working properly?” Todoroki says calmly, pressing the buttons on the wall next to him that are supposed to light up when pressed, but are doing nothing in response to his touch.

Todoroki just wanted to shower and go to sleep, but now he is stuck in here for who knows how long. He had been studying in his room for the past four hours, lazily drinking from the canister of tea that Momo had made from him that evening. When he got up to shower, he acknowledged he had to use the restroom quite badly. But did not use the toilet located on his floor, instead opting to take a quick elevator ride and go in the shower, just to save time and energy. But now, that seems like the worst possible plan of action he could have taken.

“Present Mic already called in an emergency favor with an electrical hero he knows who he said he would be here before midnight once he is done with his patrol, I guess we'll just have to wait.” Todoroki watches as Aizawa slumped down onto the floor of the elevator, resting his head on the wall and closing his eyes. Todoroki follows and relaxes the best he can into the opposite corner.

The half and half haired kid is annoyed at how easily Akizawa can fall asleep. Waiting two hours trapped in an elevator is nothing if you sleep threw the whole event. But waiting two hours trapped anywhere when you have to pee extremely bad, bad to the point you cant stop tapping your feet and twisting your legs every few seconds, is torture, And awake or asleep, the outcome is pretty much gonna be the same when you think about it.

“Child, something bothering you?” Todoroki is started by his teacher's voice, looking over as he rubs his eyes, picking his head off from its slumped over position.

“What about Denki’s quirk, Sir?” Todoroki breaks the silence between them,

“What? Oh, to fix the Elevator? I thought of that, but his power can make electricity travel through things, The electrician who is coming, his quirk lets him communicate with electricity so he can figure out exactly where the line is faulty and repair it, Kaminari wouldn't be able to get us out, considering his electricity wouldn't be able to travel to the right sou-”

“Right, sorry, I just thought, maybe it would get us out of here faster.” Todoroki cuts Aizawa off, any other chance he would love to hear Aizawa talk about a Quirk he has never heard of, or his Analysis of a situation as a pro-hero, but right now, he just has to focus on not making this situation for them a whole lot worse but watering the floor.

“I know it sucks, I don't want to be here either, but you seem tense, child, are you claustrophobic?” Aizawa asks, Todoroki can feel his teacher staring at him. He knows he should stop tapping his feet and reassure the hero he is okay, but he can't do that without fearing he will leak,

“I'm not claustrophobic, no…” Todoroki says feeling a heat arise between his legs, he forces his muscles to work harder, he can't think about the fact that he is trapped with nowhere to go, it only makes him have to go even more.

“Are you hurt? When the elevator stopped, did you hit your-” Todoroki’s muscles aren't enough anymore, his hand moves from where it was resting on the floor beside him to practically strangling himself between his legs. The hotness he felt was in fact a small leak, a leak that thankful is contained to just his boxers. He is able to relax for a second with the help of his hand when he feels intense eyes staring at him. “Oh, Do you have to use the restroom, Todoroki?” He realizes looking down at his current state of obviousness in front of his teacher, and he can't deny it.

“Yes sir, actually, it's gotten to the point where it's an emergency.” if his face wasn't already red from holding it, he would have blushed at the embarrassing admission.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid there isn't anything I can do to help, I promise someone is on their way to get us out. Just try your best to hold it and if you can’t then-” Todoroki cuts him off.

“Don't, I-I I'll hold it.” Todoroki can't handle the thought of Aizawa mentioning the idea of him having an accident. He understands he is a teacher, these things happen, especially to kids. But not him. As a kid, his father taught him control from a young age. Hell, he was potty trained by the time he was one. He never had an accident in his pants as a kid because he knew the consequences, and he knew he was supposed to be stronger and better than that.

So hold it he will. The minutes in the room go by very slowly. Without a phone as a distraction, Todoroki is left to focus on nothing but the immense pounding in his bladder. ‘Stupid tea’ he thinking to himself, Tea is a natural diuretic, he remembers learning about that in health class in middle school. It makes him feel a little better that this isn't entirely his fault, that maybe if he has only been drinking water he wouldn't have to go this badly.

Looking for a distraction he looks down at his legs, twisted on the ground in front of him, he tries to not look as his hand squeezed between his legs, as it embarrasses him further. He looks at the henley patter of the fabric in his gray sweatpants and curses at himself for choosing these as his comfy study clothes. Maybe if he was wearing black or his school uniform pants, he could let go just a little, just enough to make it so he could hold it, just enough-

“Ah, no-no!” a long spurt slips past his iron tight grip. Startling him out of his thoughts, he shoves his other hand between his legs. He can't think about an imaginary scenario like that, it is too much for his weak bladder to handle.

“Are you alright?” He just looks up with his eyes, keeping his head down at his teacher's words. It's so obvious he just leaked, he just peed in his pants, albeit just a little bit, in front of his teacher of all people.

“I-I think I managed to-um, stop it.” Todoroki chokes out the words. He did manage this time, but next time he doesn't know if he will be able to. With both hands now shoved into his damp crotch, all his muscles are fully engaged. If another wave of desperation like that comes over him, it's game over.

“,If you can't hold it, it's okay. I understand. These things can happen to anyone. It could have been me in your situation if the timing was different.” Todoroki cringes at Aizawa’s calm tone in his voice. Void of all minor annoyance like it usually has. All to comfort him because he can't hold on for another hour to use the bathroom like a normal soon-to-be Hero would be able to.

He tried to ignore Aizawa, he can't focus on his embarrassment right now he just needs to focus on holding it. Even with squeezing as hard as he can, a loud for second hssss fills the small elevator when his body forces out some of the pent up liquid suddenly

“No! I gotta pee, oh my god, please, hurry up and get me out of here, I'm sorry, no. Please stop. Please.” Todoroki pleads under his breath, he stops feeling the wetness spread momentarily, but he doesn't feel any more under control. He doesn't want to look at Aizawa,so he looks all around the elevator, looking for anything to focus on, when his eyes fall on his balled up towel in the corner.

“Kid, it's alright-” He hears Aizawa’s words, but his body is moving before he can react. His body is letting go, right now, in this elevator whether he wants it to or not. He waddles over to the towel on his knees, trying to keep his back turned away from his teacher as best as he can as he pulls the towel up to the waistband of his sweatpants, they are wet, down to his knees but he doesn't care, The relief he wants is not coming unless its not in his pants. He pulls his already peeing member from the waistband of his sweatpants and folds the towel around it. A loud, muffled hissing, much stronger than when it was in his pants fills the room, followed by his red and blond haired head slumping over to lean against the wall in the corner and a lound, exhausted moan leaving his lips.

“I'm sorry, I couldn't wait, I'm sorry.” He whispers under his breath, under the blissness of his relief, he is still aware of wide eyes on the back of his head.

“It's fine.” He hears the quiet choked out reply from his teacher. The towel in his hands is getting warmer and warmer as his piss wets it from the inside out. He watches as the light blue color of the towel darkens from his pee. He doesn't even feel half empty when the towel is at its limit, He is able to cut off his stream and tuck himself back into his pants.

“Hey kid, I know it's embarrassing, but at Least you didn't wet yourself! Think on the bright side, and hey, less than an hour to go, and will be out of here.” Awizawa says in a cheerful way, Todoroki looks down at himself, his pants are wet. Really wet. Sure, he didn't fully empty his bladder into his pants, but he did a lot before he thought of using the towel as a toilet. Not to mention the wet spot on the carpet under where his towel is resting now. He is humiliated and he still has to go pretty badly, considering he stopped to lessen the damage to the elevator floor.

“Sensei, I-” Todoroki turns around on his knees to face his teacher, tears brimming at his eyes. “I didn't quite, um, make it.” His teacher's face doesn't change but Todoroki watches as his teacher's eyes look down to his sodden legs. The wet mess he feels cooling down there.

“You brought Pajamas to change into after your shower right? I'll turn away. Change, it's okay boy, What matters is your comfort and you didn't hurt yourself by holding it. You feel better now, right?” Todoroki has no power left in himself to lie.

“No, I still have to go pretty bad. I stopped because the towel wasn't gonna hold anymore.” He hands his head in shame, wiping away the tears in his eyes.He can't help but think about what his father would say to him in this situation, what his father response would be to the words that just came out of his mouth.

“I see, well then, finish going already, there is no point in hurting yourself, and then change, The sooner it's all over with the better you will feel. I promise, it's okay.” Todoroki can't believe the words coming from his teacher's mouth. They are calm and kind. He isn't being yelled at or told he isn't strong.

“But Sensi-” Todoroki questions, ``He can't just go, finish peeing…

“You said it was an emergency, I'm a hero, I know how to handle an emergency. And ensuring the one who is in danger or hurt is comfortable is the most important part. So please, kid.” With that Todoroki turns back around and stops holding in the impending flood. Like no time had passed, his stream started up again, less muffled by the towel because this time, it was just in his sweatpants. After another forty seconds of steady peeing, he finally feels relief. He can finally stop holding all his muscles like his life depends on it. He takes a second to lean against the wall of the elevator before quickly throwing off his wet pants into the pile in the corner with the towel and throwing on his Hawks patterned pajama pants.

“Thank you, Sensei, I feel much better now.” Todoroki turns back around, walking over to sit in the other corner of the elevator away from his mess.

“Good, Now I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up if my phone rings or if you need anything.” Todoroki is relieved an hour later when the Elevator starts moving again and Aizawa helps him sneak off away from everyone awaiting their rescue, and discreetly explains to the electrician man why the elevator is wet and smells like piss.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42802095

#omovember #todoroki fluff #omorashi #pee fic #piss fic #my hero acadmia omorashi #my hero fic

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elementalsight · 2 years

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the one where Izuku is a ghost...

This fic has like seven titles and I haven’t decided which one I am going with. I have been sitting on this for two years and it’s not going to let me go until I write it, so here have a snippet (and cheer me on!) ----------------------------------- The first thing Shouta notices is that his quirk doesn’t work on the kid. Well, not the first thing. The first thing he notices is that all the reports are right. The kid is off somehow. There’s something wrong, something just this side of unsettling that Shota can’t quantify but can feel, like an ache in his teeth or the taste of tin in the air. And his quirk doesn’t work on him.

The neon lights of Akihabara glow overhead and cast unsettling shadows on the kid’s face. “For what it’s worth,” he says, voice clear despite the span of a roof between them, voice sounding a little younger, a little higher than Shota expects. “I didn’t kill him. I didn’t - it was an accident.”

Shota sends his scarf out once more, despite the distance. It catches on nothing: it passes through the kid (everyone’s taken to calling him Midorei*, but Shota doesn’t like accepting vigilante names from children) and returns to him empty. Shota takes a step forward and the kid takes a step back. “You need to tell us what happened.” He tries to keep his voice even - tries not to think about the broken body of his student, tries not to think about the merry chase across rooftops this vigilante has given him and half a dozen other heroes. “I really can’t,” the kid says - and he sounds genuinely sad about that, genuinely apologetic. But then he turns and runs once more and Aizawa is ready to chase but the kid phases through a door, the one that leads to the building’s staircase, and when Shota tests it he finds it locked. Fuck. He taps his earpiece and reports that he’s lost the target and is coming back to the precinct. They need a different plan if nothing can touch the kid. Shota refuses to give up. He owes it to Bakugo to bring this kid in before he hurts someone else. *Name is a WIP in itself, depends on how the Kanji sorts out

#my writing #wip #MHA #my hero fic #working title: I can't run when my feet don't touch the ground #Bakugo isn't dead don't worry

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aralana765 · 2 years

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I’ve started a new fic/series! Best Jeanist’s quirk is exceedingly OP, and I decided he deserves to go absolutely feral, and after that he gets to villain, as a treat! Please enjoy!

Hakamata Tsunagu should wake up in the Commission safehouse he's been recovering in since Kamino. That's where he should be. But instead, he wakes up, curled up and crammed into a duffel bag, drugged, and without the first clue of his surroundings. So much for the "safe" house.

#my hero academia #bnha #my hero fic #bnha fic #best jeanist #Dabi #bnha hawks #I promise I haven’t stopped on my sk8 fics I just needed to get this out of my head first #villain best Jeanist #hakamata tsunagu #tsunagu hakamada #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #league of villains

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movedtodykedvonte · 10 months

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*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

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dyinggirldied · 4 months

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Danny, burnout and exhausted of being the basically only one who can fight ghosts but still gets villainized and hated by the people he saved, decides he's done.

Because he's 14 he runs to another city, one where his parents and GIW cannot willy dilly do whatever they want. Yes, he runs to Gotham. Without telling anyone.

At Gotham, he ultilizes his intelligence in making fake ID and studies at a normal if a bit run down Gotham high school, not the fancy one where Tim or Damian is studying because 1) he's trying to lay low and 2) he hates the rich. He uses an old abadoned fire station as his home.

It's all fine and dandy. He doesn't need to intervene much since there are plenty of vigilantes in this city and he's free to just...focus. On himself, his education.

Meanwhile, Amity Park is literally and metaphorically under fire with his absence.

#why not more fics of danny going not my prob anymore #he retires from being a hero and a fenton #and his mental health improves somewhat #while at amity park vlad is regretting since he is the mayor and ghost attack complaints are getting longer #eventually this somehow gets the justice league's attention #and social media explodes #danny looks up from his coke and goes eh you poor unfortunate souls #and goes back to his homework #dpxdc #dcxdp

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flight-of-fantasy · 1 year

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My first My Hero fic! A villain!Deku AU. It’s gonna be long lol. Featuring older brother Dabi vibes

Rating: Gen

Category: Gen

Summary:

It doesn’t take much to be set on a different path. For Izuku, it was the day he met his idol, All Might, and was told he could never be a hero without a Quirk. Later that day, when he runs into his old pediatric doctor—Dr. Tsubasa—while being treated for a burn, Izuku finds himself presented with an opportunity. There is another man in the burn unit, a man with far worse burns than Izuku. Between the burned man and Tsubasa, they might know a way for Izuku to acquire a Quirk… for a price.

Sometimes, the encouragement you crave can come from the wrong source. Not all men are created equal, but Izuku Midoriya is about to even the playing field.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #izuku #midoriya #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #my hero fic #my hero fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #my hero fanfic #villain deku #villian izuku #dabi my hero academia #dabi #bakugou #bakugou katsuki

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aloha-obi · 3 months

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In some AU out there I like to think there’s a Batman that started out as more “Brucie” the playboy bachelor than self made fighting machine. A Bruce Wayne who was actually more accustomed to throwing epic parties than punching bad guys. A Bruce that tried to drown his grief in every pleasure the world has to offer… until he finds his Robin.

Dick Grayson who comes from the same type of tragedy, only he doesn’t have a billion dollars (or a father figure like Alfred) to fall back on.

This little kid who wants to take on the mob personally - is now targeted by kidnappers who want Bruce’s money - and is suffering from a complete lack of self preservation and the innate compulsion to swing from every chandelier in Bruce’s home.

This kid, who some people in Gotham’s high society look upon with a predatory gaze and whisper things like ‘Talon’ and ‘Court of Owls’ and a dozen other things that Bruce isn’t sure about…. But Dick has nothing and no one and Bruce HAS to step up and be there for him.

So Brucie, with his years of marital arts training (because he still loves his fitness and the ability to defend himself) has to quickly become someone who’s able to protect this kid. Everyone in Gotham thinks Bruce has matured and settled down because he’s a father now - and they aren’t Wrong per se but really - when your kid is that much of a daredevil/trouble magnet, a Bat-themed vigilante gets born out of necessity because Robin was going to go fight the darkness with or without Bruce’s help.

Just imagine a ‘Brucie’ who wants to forget his grief through partying more than punching criminals … and then imagine how that partying DILF becomes BATMAN - born from protective love instead of long held grief.

#dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily headcanons #robin!dick #I need the 50k word fic on my desk by Monday #Himbo to Hero Bruce #Brucie Wayne #batman and robin #batfamily #batfam au

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