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Mha boys where they put their hands while fucking you (shouto, dabi, katsuki, hawks, eijiro, izuku, denki)

You got it

How the mha guys use their hands when they're fucking you

As usual in similar works: the students are aged up!!!

Characters : mha guys/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/+18/ smut/ explicit

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Masterlist

Shouto :

He'll hold your hands while on top of you and strokes your fingers with his thumbs. He wants you to be relaxed and at ease when he slowly pushes himself inside you. His hands will later travel to your sides softly touching you until he reaches your hips and tightens his hold on your flesh. He loves your boobs, so when he's close to orgasm he'll move both hands up to grab them and keeps fondling and squeezing and even burying his face between them to bite down until he cums

Dabi :

He'll have his hands on your hips first, holding you tightly as he fucks you into the mattress. He wouldn't want his hard thrusts to push you away from his dick so he makes sure you're planted underneath him. He would move one hand to your pussy and pushes two fingers inside you, without taking his dick out of course. He just loves testing your limits. When you're both close to orgasm, he'll wrap his fingers around your neck and squeeze hard as his thrusts become erratic.

Katsuki :

Katsuki loves your thighs, so he makes certain to knead, squeeze and even pinch your flesh. He enjoys seeing new marks appear under his touch as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. He would pin down your wrists, or bring them up over your head and just keeps plunging hard inside you. If he's fucking you doggy style then be sure your ass is gonna get smacked with every hard push. When he's close, he'll run his fingers through your hair and pull hard.

Hawks :

I said this once and I'll say it again because I trust it's canon, Hawks loves to place his hand on your lower abdomen and push it down while fucking you just to feel himself moving inside. He's an ass man, so he makes sure his hands find their way to your butt cheeks while he's railing you. When he feels you twitching around his cock, he'll move his fingers to your mouth, makes you suck them, and then he'll place them on your clit to play with it and intensifies your orgasm.

Kirishima :

This guy would have his arms under your shoulders grabbing you tightly to make sure you're steady underneath him while he fucks you deep and hard. Same as Hawks, he would make you suck his fingers to later drive them inside your vagina. He also loves to grab your thighs and push them up and apart in order to have a better access to your pussy where he can eat you out until you cum in his mouth.

Izuku :

Deku would have his hands on your cheeks first: he kisses you feverishly all the while easing himself inside you. When you get used to his cock and he finally starts moving, his hands will travel down to cup your boobs. He loves using his thumbs to play with your nipples because he enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he does so. He will then move one hand under your back to help you arch and to give himself deeper access inside you. When he's about to cum, he'll dig his nails into your butt cheeks and moan your name.

Kaminari :

Denki is kind of a perv, only for you though. So his hands keep traveling everywhere he could reach: your face, your neck, your tummy, your pussy, and his favorite, your boobs. He loves seeing your different reactions with each part of you he touches. He particularly loves the combination of sucking your nipples and squeezing your ass. It drives him nuts when you bring him even closer and pull on his hair whenever he does so. When he's close to climaxing, he'll sit up, squeeze your thighs and pull you closer to his cock, drilling your pussy until you're both driven over the edge and fall limp in each other's arms.

— NOISE COMPLAINT ; eijiro kirishima ; 切島

summary: red riot feels really bad about absolutely wrecking the shit out of your treasured plants, or eijiro kirishima falls in love at first sight. pairing: f!reader / pro hero!red riot word count: 3.7k tags: mutual pining, fluff/comfort, humor, very gentlemanly make-out, reader is a fan of red riot, mention of ingenium thirst (truth) a/n: kiri might be a twenty-seven year old pro hero in this fic but he is an absolute lovesick virgin who gets all his romantic cues from k-dramas. you cannot force me to think otherwise.

This is exactly the sort of night you needed.

The television, low and quiet, drones on as a deep-dive video on terrariums plays. Your apartment is clean — dishes done, laundry folded and trash taken out. There's a new candle burning on the coffee table, and a Dynamight-themed, cucumber-melon eye mask plastered to your delightedly thoughtless expression.

It's supposed to be good for dark circles. It kinda burns. You wonder if maybe that's, like, part of the gimmick. Y'know. Burns. Dynamight. 

Whatever.

No thoughts. Only the pleasure of turning everything off — brain included — for a perfect Friday night, complete with a mediocre glass of wine and no pants. 

The oversized Red Riot t-shirt clinging to your frame is your favorite. You've had it since college — it's a simple red tee with REAL MEN RIOT blazoned across the front, complete with your favorite hero popping a cheeky, shark-like grin and a double bicep. It's faded, stretched out, and broken in but it's also clean, and it smells like fabric softener and comfort.

This is the life. 

Even Twitter is decidedly pretty calm tonight. 

You're scrolling through your timeline, snickering at your friends' recent thirst tweets over Ingenium's recent GQ Japan shoot when it starts.

Apparently, your upstairs neighbors are home.

You thought those guys were out of town for the week. 

You've had beautiful, silent bliss for too long. The buck stops tonight, you suppose.

There's a shout overhead, then a scramble. Another voice joins the fray, and you swear you hear someone call someone else an idiot. You frown deeply as your eyes trail upwards. You wait, expecting more noise, but unsettling silence follows.

Your eye twitches.

Annoyance tips into a simmering rage.

The apartment complex is old. It's in decent shape, and the rent isn't half bad, but the walls are thin. Your upstairs neighbors have been like this as long as you can remember: shouting, stomping, fighting... Some nights it's like being subjected to musical chairs, modern contemporary tap dance, and experimental sound drum solos all at once. 

Your first week was the worst. You dragged yourself up the back to knock on their door and politely negotiate some silence — but the man who opened the door was less than pleased to have his little dude-bro circle-jerk interrupted. He told you to fuck off, get bent, and leave him the fuck alone. 

Then, before he slammed the door in your face, he procured the sort of audacity only assholes possessed and laughed at your Red Riot shirt — which is just plain unforgivable, frankly. 

"That guy's a fuckin' pussy." 

Sure, sure, sure, right, right, right.

The interaction told you everything you needed to know about the two (or four?) men who lived upstairs. They were losers. And they were fuckin' annoying. 

And, as it turns out, manufacturing bad batches of Trigger. 

You don't know that yet, but truth be told it isn't exactly shocking.

Maybe it's your fault for picking an apartment complex in this part of Tokyo. This part of Arawaka Ward is rarely found on those top-ten-neighborhoods-for-young-professionals lists, but it's affordable! And for day laborers like you, it worked. And hey, in recent months, the crime rate has gone down at least 5% — which only quelled the anxieties of your mom and dad by about the same percentage. 

The candle on the coffee table flickers, and you're about to turn back to your slow Twitter feed when there's another bang upstairs — this one admittedly loud enough to send a wave through your wine beside you. You slip your eyes slowly to the glass, perched on a coaster, as another bang rattles your apartment. You reach to still the vibrating glass on the side table. 

That's when the shouting really starts.

And it's when you notice the growing brightness of red and blue lights outside the window.

The apartment complex is pretty big. There are about sixty residents and six floors. You lucked out and managed to snagone of the last available Western-facing studios with a balcony — which made for a perfect plant haven. 

It was a recent hobby, but one that quickly became your calm after the chaos of the day-to-day. Working for the city's Heroics Response Department left you picking up the physical pieces (literally) of a lot of lives. Your quirk might be the usual, run-of-the-mill strength-based ability, but it comes in handy in the aftermath of property damage due to — what the Nation's Safety Commission has labeled — "villain-aggressed encounters". 

All in all, it's a good gig. It's physically demanding but rewarding. The pay is good, you've got union benefits, and you even have a per-diem schedule. It keeps you busy, and though it's not your father's construction business, it's a career path your parents are proud of. 

The slice-of-heaven balcony is bustling with plants. Some are happier than others, sure, but it's pretty. You've admittedlyformed an emotional bond with those vines, leaves, and flowers. 

It's perfect.

It's also perfect for snooping whenever things like this go down in your complex, or the sister complex across the parking lot. 

The shouting match upstairs is escalating, and you take the moment to tip-toe towards your balcony door to peek outside. It looks like two or three police cruisers have pulled up outside. Maybe someone called for a noise complaint? Maybe the property manager was tired of dealing with those losers?

Cackling to yourself, and hoping for a vindicating show of revenge (NO ONE CALLS RED RIOT A PUSSY), you yank open your balcony door and slip outside just as the sound of a pot crashing meets your ears.

Then:

"Shit, shit, shit—"

There's someone on the balcony. That someone's boot is currently stuck in an empty terracotta pot you were saving for spring. Your eyes are wide as you watch the shadow leap to his other foot, lose his balance, and unceremoniously knock over your entire, six-foot-tall, and well-treasured plant stand. You slap a hand over your mouth mid-shriek, hands flying to try and save whatever you can. 

You fail.

Eijiro Kirishima freezes.

What the fu—

It takes a second.

Like, a full second. Maybe even two. Your brain can't make sense of the sight before you. Neither can his, really. 

There's a girl on this balcony. A pretty girl. Like, mega pretty. Like soft and warm and cute and you smell kinda like vanilla — and there's... You're wearing his merch. His merch and... nothing else. Nothing else but a Dynamight eye mask and a pair of fluffy socks. 

...Is this what it's like to fall in love at first sight?

Shit.

Red Riot is on your balcony.

The Red Riot.

Red Riot, the hero in question, catches himself staring. His wide eyes openly wander over your figure (woah, okay, hello thighs), and the second he realizes it, he quickly snaps his eyes up to your face with a mortified expression. "Uh... hi!"

"...Hi...?"

Your expression is tied between shame, fear, and sheepishness as you blink once at him, then twice at the mess of your hobby's destruction. There's dirt everywhere, a plant stand blocking the doorway, and carnage. Your precious babies have been murdered. 

By Red Riot.

And... Red Riot is on your balcony. 

You repeat: Red Riot is on your balcony. 

Abort mission, abort mission.

Your lips part, your mouth hangs open, and every single thought in your head seems to stutter. Kirishima winces as you look down dejectedly at your plants (or, what remains) before he speaks.

"I, uh— is it cool if I..." he points upwards, "Use your balcony?" 

You're speechless.

You draw your mouth shut and nod hurriedly.

"Thanks," he grins, giving you a thumbs up — and a smile. A toothy, cute, nervous smile, "Lemme just... I gotta handle something. B-But, I'll be back. I'll help fix this mess — just... five minutes, okay?"

It hits you suddenly that his voice sounds different from all those interviews you've watched. It's a little warmer, a little raspier, a little less heroic. It's cute. 

Your brain is still having a hard time connecting the words coming out of his mouth to the scene before you — like, yes frontal lobe, this is real. This is happening.

Red Riot is real and Red Riot is on your balcony. 

He's shockingly gentle when he finally frees his boot from your terracotta pot, setting it down with purposeful delicacy — he even whispers 'please stay' as he props it upright — and then steps back to eye the balcony above yours like an athlete remembering a gameplan. 

He's trying to figure out the best way up. 

How he even got up here is news to you. 

(It was Uravity, as it turns out. They've been patrolling together more in this Ward.)

Red Riot is huge. Like, huge. 

Broad shoulders, rippling biceps, and long, fluffy crimson hair. It's daunting to realize how tall he is in person. The guy is a beast — everyone knows it — but his chivalrous nature is that thing that usually draws in his fans. It's no secret that Red Riot is sweet. He openly champions the need to be a good role model for men everywhere. Y'know, you can be strong and nice!

A sharp canine glints in your apartment's light as he pokes his tongue out and thinks for a second. 

Then, he settles on his plan. 

"You might wanna head inside," Red Riot says as he rolls his shoulders and bounces on the balls of his feet; he's readying up for a fight — and you blink as the beautiful realization dawns on you, "This could get kinda loud."

Loud?

Oh my god.

Is he here for your upstairs neighbors?

Oh my god, he is. 

Your jaw falls open as you bark out a laugh — it's an incredulous rasp that sends you into a spiral of joy; you're not a vengeful person by any means but...

"They're gonna shit themselves," you grin, your eyes alight with pure delight and a spark of something that reminds Kirishima a lot little bit of Bakugo, "They called you a pussy—"

Kirishima's brows shoot upwards as he pauses. He was about to jump and dig his hands into the underside of the balcony, but his quirk is stalling at your words. There's a roaring fire blazing in your eyes, one that screams retribution. 

It's... comical.

You cackle again at him with a wide grin, hissing conspiratorily. "They made fun of my shirt!"

You point down at the REAL MEN RIOT tee with both hands, your face set in a look of vindicated glee. Then, the second realization of the night hits — that you've got no pants on, and that stupid, goofy Dynamight eye mask is still on your face. You make a soft sound of embarrassment and tug your shirt down lower, trying to cover up. He cannot see your underwear. No. No way, no fucking way. Without a single word, you reach up, snatch the Dynamight eye mask off your face, and whip it off the balcony without a second thought. 

Slowly, Kirishima's face splits into a pointy grin. 

Holy shit, he's so fucking hot. 

"Oh, man," Red Riot rumbles, his face cracking into a sharp, playful smirk, "That's real rude. I might have t' teach these guys some manners."

Your smile returns, washing away the wobbly look of embarrassment sticking to your cheeks. 

Man, it sure is cute.

You are really cute, Kirishima realizes.

"Right! And who calls Red Riot a pussy?" you counter excitedly, before reigning it in and awkwardly lowering your arms as you try to tug your shirt down to hide the tops of your thighs again. Your glee has stifled a little bit, but it only reaffirms Kirishima's duty to wrap this all up. 

"Yea, that's, like, super misogynistic," he muses as his quirk kicks in and his hands flick into a hardened state. It's insaneto witness the way his large hands transform into weapons with a single breath. You can see the jagged extension of his quirk working up his large arms, too, "Lemme just have a lil' word with these boys, alright? Head on inside, I'll be back in a sec'."

Then, with graceful ease, he hops upwards with a little hup before latching to the base of the upstairs neighbor's balcony. 

It's insane how effortless it is for him to haul himself up the balcony, his hands dug into the cement. His upper body strength is insane. He's scaling the terrace, alternating his grip. He disappears into the dark, swinging his body upwards and reaching his destination.

You tamp down your awe in favor of heeding his directions: head inside.

You're closing the balcony door when you hear Red Riot's voice greet the unexpecting gaggle.

"Hey, fellas! I heard you guys are some super fans. Got anything you want me to sign?"

You snicker to yourself as you hear the beginning of a fight. 

Again, as it turns out, the guys upstairs sucked. Like, mega sucked. They'd been responsible for several recent Trigger overdoses; Uravity and Red Riot were working with law enforcement to track the small-time manufacturers — which explains why they'd been so quiet lately. They suspected someone was on their tail. 

As Red Riot scaled their balcony, law enforcement waited to break down their door. They arrested the four men (Seriously? Four? In that studio?) without much incident — however, you did spy a broken nose on one of them as they were hauled into the back of the awaiting cruisers. 

Sweet, sweet revenge. 

By the time your neighbors are carted off, you've shimmed into some sweats and made a half-assed attempt to look sort ofpresentable, all while firing off a few contextually incomprehensible texts into your group chat.

red riot has seen me in my underwear wtf do i do know kiss him?

You're really weighing your options when there's a knock on your balcony entry. It's gentle and cordial. You turn, head snapping, and spy that trademarked (and a dozen times retweeted) smile through the glass. He waves. 

Your heart leaps into your throat. You try to remember to breathe as you shuffle over and tug the balcony door open. The night air is cool.

Be like the night air.

Stay cool.

Eijiro feels so silly. And guilty. And honestly? Really into you. 

You're still wearing that shirt — the one with his face on it. You have opted to put on pants, but Kirishima still reminds himself to keep his eyes on your face. No ogling. That's not very gentlemanly. 

There's a beat of awkward silence as the two of you wait for the other to speak, and Kirishima is the one to break it with a raspy laugh.

"I wanted to apologize about your plants," a large hand moves to rub the back of his neck, "I cleaned up as best I could. I'm really, really sorry."

You wave him off, leaning into the doorframe. "No, it's okay! It's nothing I can't... fix. I think?"

You look beyond him to the catastrophic mess of plant matter. He must have tried tidying up while you rattled off the rapid-fire texts in the group chat. 

Red Riot's face warbles into something tied between mortification and guilt. "Please forgive me."

"Seriously!" you cry, waving your hands as you try to placate his dejected expression, "Please don't feel bad. It's a fair trade, y'know. Those guys upstairs were, like, the worst."

"I can only imagine," Eijiro concedes, frowning a little, "They didn't give you too much trouble, did they?"

You shake your head and laugh a little, "Aside from insulting my favorite hero to my face? Not really."

Kirishima can feel his face get a little hot. He shifts from boot to boot. His smile is a little woozy. "So... you're a fan?"

You don't need to tell him the underwear you have on matches the shirt — red, with an embroidered RR on the front. You keep that to yourself. You just nod happily.

"Really?" his grin cracks into something so excitable it makes your entire stomach flip, "I don't meet a lotta fans who are..."

His words drift off.

He's staring at your eyes. You're so... soft. Warm. Your eyes are swirling with quiet, astonished adoration and it's making Kirishima feel like he's floating. 

"Who are...?" your brow quirks as you lean deeper into the doorframe, trying to coax out the rest of the sentence.

"Gorgeous," he breathes, his posture relaxing a little as he soaks in your expression.

It's like getting sucker punched to the sternum.

All the wind rushed out of your lungs.

The soft moment only lasts a beat, because suddenly Red Riot's face screws up and he waves his hands hurriedly. "Wait, no. Hold on, I mean — all of my fans are gorgeous, because, uh, they're my fans and I love them, right? It's not like they're not gorgeous, I just — I'm... I... My fans are, like, usually dudes? A-And that's totally cool because dudes can be gorgeous, too, y'know? But—"

You're laughing.

Kirishima is realizing he was not paying enough attention in his agency's PR training last month and you're laughing.

"I get it," you giggle, crossing your arms and grinning up at him, "I mean, I definitely don't think I'm gorgeous but—"

"You are," he assures firmly, his expression serious.

Are you dead?

Are you, like, literally ascending to a higher plane right now?

There's no fucking way this is happening. 

Your lips part in quiet shock as you bite back a smile that threatens to cramp up your cheeks. Kirishima eats it up, his posture perking up at the way you seem to melt at his compliment. His smile is boyish — almost dizzy. 

You duck a bashful look towards the tiled floor of the balcony, not really giving a singular shit that your beloved monstera has been stomped on.

Kirishima clears his throat, then — in a move he totally hasn't swooned over in those K-dramas he's secretly obsessed with, that'd be ridiculous — he props his arm up against your door and leans over you. Your faces are close in the warm light of the balcony. 

Your eyes stutter up his abdomen, chest, jaw, lips, and eyes. Kirishima notices. It's really, really cute.

"Are you, uh... Are you seeing anyone?" 

Of course, Red Riot would ask that. Red Riot, the king of chivalry. How is something like that so endearing? For the tenth time tonight, he makes your stomach flip.

You shake your head no, a little too stunned to speak.

"Cool," Eijiro musters over a shake of nerves, "Cool. Okay. Uh, then would it... would it be okay if I bought you some new plants?"

You nod, swallowed entirely by his shadow. He's so fucking huge. 

"And if I took you to dinner?" 

Another nod.

"...And — shit. You're, like, so cute," the smooth persona he's put on melts a little as his eyes roam your face; you feel so... shy, "I was gonna ask you something else but..."

"My number?" you offer, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you maintain eye contact. 

Is it hot? You're sweating. Is he sweating? He's hot. 

Eijiro nods, absolutely mesmerized by the way you tug your lip between your teeth. "That. Yea."

He has to fight back the urge to bite his knuckle when you turn away and move towards your kitchen to snag your phone. Kirishima stays put, allowing himself one moment of ogling. When you turn around, he's clearing his throat and crossing a boot over his ankle. 

He's still leaning up against the doorway.

"Here," you slip him the phone.

Eiijiro takes it — then hesitates for a second.

"...You're not gonna leak my number, are you?"

You have to laugh. You rub your cheek and shake your head before crossing your arms and looking up at him. "If you think I'm going to do anything to fumble this, you're wrong." 

Fumble this? Fumble him? He's the one that is at risk of fumbling, are you serious?

Eijiro barks out a surprised laugh as he enters his number, shoots a quick text his way then ignores the buzz in his back pocket. He hands your phone back and tries so fucking hard to ignore the way your fingers brush his. 

He got your number.

Holy shit, he got your number.

"Hey, Red Riot?"

He blinks down at you. "Y-Yea?"

You gesture for him to come closer, and he obeys easily — he bends a bit at the waist, his hair falling along his shoulders as he smiles down at you in the threshold of your apartment.

"Is everything alri—?"

You pop a chaste kiss against his cheek. 

Or, try. 

As you hop up onto your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, Eijiro is turning his head at the sound of Urvaity calling his name simultaneously. Trajectory failed, and now it's lips and lips instead of lips on cheek — and honestly? He owes Ochaco one for this. 

Red Riot melts — actually, truly, genuinely melts. His posture slumps down as you let out a shocked little sound of apology. But, Eijiro doesn't mind, and fuck, neither do you — because one hand braces against the doorframe above your head while his other hand is suddenly on your waist. He steadies himself, and damn. Damn. 

He breaks away when Uravity calls his name again. Kirishima is breathless and blushing, and your knees feel like jello. 

"I... Uh, I gotta go—"

"Yea, totally," you breathe, swallowing down the burn of unfiltered attraction, "Sorry, I was trying to kiss your cheek—"

Another call of his name. Red Riot curses softly before hollering a 'COMING!' over his shoulder, out past the edge of the balcony. 

When he turns back, he's fast to sweep you into another kiss — this one hotter than before. This one draws you into his chest, sending your hands colliding with the hot skin of his chest. There's muscle and scars and heat beneath your fingertips. His hand curls around your lower back, and you nearly moan. 

He peels himself away with an apologetic look as he backs towards the edge of the balcony. "I gotta go — I'll text you once patrol is over. Is that okay? I'm serious about the plants. And dinner." 

All you can do is nod.

Eijiro is kinda proud of himself for stunning you stupid with that kiss.

This is exactly the sort of night you needed.

but eijiro as your gym crush and he helps you do those fuck ass bulgarian split squats like the manliest man he is.

it was another day at the gym. you usually go around midday when it’s the quietest, so you can focus solely on your workout. yea, that’s the only reason why. not because of a certain tall, handsome, muscular, red-haired sweetie pie you’re totally crushing on. i mean, not crushing on, obviously. ahem.

you gulp as your eyes find the pump of his biceps while he curls them with ungodly large dumbbells. you’re not ovulating. but seeing how fucking juicy those muscles look, especially in that forbidden muscle tee, you might as well be. the low lighting casts shadows that play hide and seek in the crevices of his arms and veins.

you gaze down, bright red spreading across your cheeks as you internally scold yourself for checking him out. an innocent man, just tryna get through his workout. as you’re tryna get through yours. shit! was that four or six? you do three more reps, just in case. you lick your sweaty lips while wiping your nape, unceremoniously rolling out of the leg press.

little did you know that the redhead you’re crushing on has had his soft eyes trained on you in the mirror for the entirety of his set.

a light blush dusts his cheeks, flattered by your excessive staring (but he’ll blame it on lifting so heavy). he sees the fitting booty shorts you’ve got on today, a stark contrast to the sweatpants or flares you usually wear. the curve of your muscles, the way they’re visible as you stand up, your quads and glutes looking so plump — he can feel the saliva pooling in his mouth.

you grab your towel and drink bottle before heading to the benches, right where your gym crush is placing down his dumbbells. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, your face heating up even more as you walk to the opposite end of the dumbbell rack and grab a pair of 4kgs. returning to your bench, you exchange a smile and a small wave with him.

you place your foot in the centre of the bench and start your set of bulgarian split squats, trying to ignore his presence just a couple of benches over. you train your eyes on the spot in front of you, willing yourself to keep a straight spine. but as you hear him grunt, you can’t help but gaze up.

your redhead’s doing shoulder presses. your favourite. you bite your lip as you drive your hips forward, ogling at every flex of his muscles, especially those veiny forearms and hands. fuck! you keep losing track of your reps. you add on an extra two but lose your balance as you’re coming back up.

awkwardly, you hop forward on one leg, dropping the dumbbell as you try to centre yourself. your sudden loss of composure doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone.

as you pick up the dumbbell and chuck it on the bench, he softly calls to you, “hey, are you okay?” you whip around and gaze up, looking into his crimson eyes. for a second, you forget to breathe, in awe of his beauty. he has such a nice jawline and cheekbones, and those long eyelashes are too kill for. you could swoon at any moment.

you stutter as you point at yourself pathetically, “m-me?” he nods, grinning warmly.

“yea. you had a bit of fall. are you feeling alright? do you need a hand or?” he stretches his hand out to you as if to steady you but you’re already steady. on the outside that is. on the inside, you’ve become a swirling mess of half-finished sentences and pounding heartbeats. you stare at his calloused and scarred palm, blood rushing to your cheeks.

you mutter, “o-oh no. that’s okay. i’m fine. um, yea thank you. thanks for checking up on me.” you slowly meet his eyes once more. he shakes his head, still smiling wide with those sharp teeth. they’re kinda cute, you think.

he says, “you don’t have to thank me. it’s my duty as a man to make sure you’re okay.” you blink at him dumbly as you chuckle, taken aback by this sentiment. he continues, “can i give you some pointers?”

your eyes widen as you utter, “y-yea, sure!” you watch as he shifts slightly closer to grab the dumbbells and demonstrate a few things you need to be mindful of.

as you listen, you’re torn between interpreting this as a mansplain or a helpful explanation. but as he continues on and answers your questions about form, you decide that indeed, he is just trying to help you.

as you try his technique, he stands there, observing your movements and gently guiding you to do better. shivers run up and down your spine as he carefully grips your shoulders, angling your body more forward to shift the focus of the split squat onto your glutes, rather than your quads.

by the end of his mini pt session, you’re feeling more confident about this movement than you are about your future. grinning, you chirp, “thanks for your help! i really appreciate it.” you stretch your hand out as you introduce yourself, “my name’s y/n, by the way.”

his much larger hand envelops yours as he shakes it firmly. you take note of how he doesn’t squeeze the life out of your hand. instead, he just holds it, not too tightly or too loosely. your heart stammers. “eijiro,” he smirks.

“eijiro,” you repeat, feeling his name in your mouth, tasting it and memorising the flavour for weeks to come. you exhale, “it’s nice to finally talk to you. i’ve seen you around a lot.”

“yea,” he chuckles.

you ask him, “so, what do you do for work?”

his jaw slackens and his short brows raise as he stammers, “uh just, you know, the usual.”

you giggle in disbelief, “the usual?” you’ve since let go of each other’s hands. now, he rubs the back of his neck, his eyes averted to one of the nearby squat racks. he’s thinking about how to tell you he’s a pro hero without telling you he’s a pro hero.

“i, uh, work in the justice system,” he mutters. your features soften with a sense of knowing.

you grin, “oh, the justice system? i see. that’s pretty cool. must take a toll on you, huh?” you gently elbow his arm, finding it to be much harder than you were expecting.

he laughs nervously, licking his lips before saying, “yea, it can sometimes. but i wouldn’t have it any other way.” just then, his phone rings obnoxiously in his pocket. he gives you apologetic eyes as he pulls it out. reading the name lighting up the screen, he hastily answers while giving you a thumbs up and walking off.

while you’re grabbing your gym bag, you bump into each other again. he apologises, sheepishly remarking how unmanly that was of him to take a phone call mid-conversation. you shrug it off and reassure him it’s fine, even suggesting he can make it up to you with a coffee date. he enthusiastically agrees and you two exchange numbers, intent on arranging a time soon.

you stride out of the gym with the biggest grin plastered on your lips and scream like a teenage girl once you shut your car door. for the rest of the day, you’re in a good mood, all because of the ten minutes you spent talking to this one man. your future man.

a/n: SEARCHING for a gym crush rn but I workout in the morning with all the millennial moms and dads and oldies😔 love all of you but why can't guys my age workout in the morning😭😭😭

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter nine: ruined leggings

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, handjob + blowjob, kinda femdom, kiri's rutting, bit of a blood kink, emphasis on consent and boundaries, smau + fic, 4.2k words

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a/n: texts to eiji from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + on my femdom campaign + no, omega's aren't like snakes + reader mentions stress around maintaining her appearance

fic underneath smau

also i give zero fucks about how humungous his cock is like… idfc if it’s the girth of a soda can and the length of a truck. i don’t need it that big and i don’t think that's a topic i’ll really be discussing unless the fic is specifically focused on size kink. average cocks are okay ladies and twinks and everyone in-between!

You’re at the grocery store in the snack aisle. Eijiro pushes the shopping cart as all real men do. He stands behind you as you look at all the snacks on the shelf.

You turn to gaze at him and say, “There’s so many. Which ones do you wanna get?”

“Get whichever you like, baby,” he says as he smiles at you gently. You nod and turn back around, focusing on your snack selection. Somehow, the household has already finished the bajillion boxes of pocky Hanta bought for you during his rut. So, you grab a couple of boxes of your favourite flavours and some others you know the boys like. You walk down the aisle, searching for anything familiar.

Eijiro watches as you pick up a bag of rice crackers and turn them over. He finds your curiosity heart-warming. It makes him relax, and he gets lost in his admiration of you.

And, of course, his rut is not making it any better. He wants to wrap you up in his arms, hold you tight, and not let you go until everything returns to normal. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts he doesn’t realise you’re calling out to him until you rest a hand on his shoulder.

“Eiji,” you pout. “Everything okay?” He stares at you dumbly, seeming to wake up from his daze.

He nods frantically and stutters, “Y-yea yea baby, I’m fine. Is that all you want?” You hum in response and walk down the aisle. His red eyes latch onto the holy sight of your rounded buns in those leggings. It makes him gulp nervously. He tries to tear his gaze away, but he can’t. Not when you’re walking so far in front of him, looking so delicious.

When you get to the checkout, you start piling the snacks onto the conveyor belt. As you bend over to reach your pocky, Eijiro looks down. He swears he doesn’t mean to! But good lords, does he need to get out of this grocery store and get you out of those leggings.

You put your pocky on the belt as it moves and greet the shop assistant. You look back at your alpha as he stiffly pays for the snacks and grabs the bags, not letting you carry a single one, of course.

On the ride home, he’s very quiet. Once you pull up to your home, you notice how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel from his white knuckles. He turns off the engine and just before he gets out, you place a hand on his bicep.

“Eijiro,” you say gently. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you feeling alright?” He glares at the dashboard with a tense jaw. He’s clenching it so hard you can see the veins popping out. You lean over to place your other hand on his cheek but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

He turns his head rigidly and says through tight teeth, “Please, y/n. I’m fine.” You whine at his harsh-sounding words. You nod and draw your hands back, getting out of the car. The boot pops open and you walk to the back of the car. You lift one of the shopping bags out but Eijiro’s already beside you, prying it from your hands.

“Go inside,” he says coldly. Much more coldly than he intended to. You hum-whine in response and let go of the bag. You power walk up the driveway, eager to give him some space. As you step inside, you kick off your sneakers and run up to the entrance hall. You head to the bathroom and freshen yourself up before going to the kitchen.

Entering, you see Eijiro putting the snacks away. You come behind him and help him unpack the snacks. He gazes at you with a creased brow and tight jaw every so often. Because, unfortunately for him, you’re still in your activewear. It only takes dropping a box of choco pies and you bending over temptingly to pick them up, which drives him over the edge. He snatches the box from your hands and throws it off to the side.

You squeal as he grabs your hips and pulls you into him, smashing his lips on yours. You cup his cheeks and arch your back as his thick, muscular arm encircles your waist. His other hand captures the squishy flesh of your ass. You moan into his lips as he presses his body firmly to yours, his erection flush against your lower tummy.

His sharp teeth graze your bottom lip and gently nip at it, causing you to moan louder. You melt into his hold as his tongue pries your mouth open and takes ownership of it. You move to his rhythm, however he wants it.

The way he dominates you… you know that he’ll keep you safe and make you feel good. Your fingers slip into his gelled-up hair and mess up the locks at the back of his neck. You mewl his name into his lips as both of his hands squeeze your ass.

You’re breathless by the time he pulls away. Spit connects your lips, making your alpha grin as the little strings snap. You look up at him with big eyes as you pant. He licks his lips and gently kisses you from the corner of your mouth to your hairline.

He whispers, “Sorry, baby. I just—”

You cut him off with a hum. “No,” you breathe out. “It’s okay. I understand.” You smile as you brush your nose against his ear lovingly.

He chuckles low in your ear, “No, baby. I don’t think you understand.”

You hum and challenge him, “What don’t I understand?” You pull back so that you can see his face. With his eyes on you, you look down, gesturing to the bulge pressing into you.

He clears his throat and says, “What you don’t understand is that you shouldn’t wear these tight fuckin’ leggings when I’m rutting. I’m like a fuckin’ predator, right now.”

You giggle, “Tell me something I don’t know.” You tilt your head to the side sweetly, encouraging him to go on. Eijiro looks away from you and takes a deep breath. As his kind eyes settle on yours again, he leans down and presses his lips back on yours.

This time, you kiss tamely. His large hands have finally moved on from your ass cheeks (for now); one now cups the back of your neck while the other rests between your shoulder blades. You moan as he has another soft nibble on your lower lip. The feeling of his sharp teeth biting down into your flesh like that unleashes something primitive within you. A desire that could be yours, or exist solely because you’re an omega.

As the flesh rebounds from his nip, you pull away. Lips ghosting his, you whisper, “Please, do that again.” No further instruction is needed as Eijiro kisses you and bites your lower lip once more. This time, he bites a little bit harder. At the pressure, you moan and grip onto his locks, pulling his head back slightly.

With a groan, he pulls back. His strong hands trail down to your hips and grip them tightly. He draws you impossibly closer so that your forehead rests against the crook of his neck. He lightly kisses the shell of your ear before nibbling down on it. The sensations have you mewling in his hold as his teeth pull on your earlobe before letting it go.

He whispers, “Need you so fuckin’ bad, babygirl.” You hum below his ear. He continues with desperation lacing his voice, “Can I?”

“Can you what?” You mumble into his skin. He sighs and squeezes your hips extra tight. You squeal at the tightness of his grip, calling his name. He lets go and gently rubs your sides up and down.

“Can I have you? Right here, right now?” He asks low as he sways your hips. You don’t respond for a little. As you think, you rest the side of your head down while your hands release his hair and wrap around his shoulders. You can hear the thumping of his heartbeat and feel the eternal heat of his body. You sigh into his embrace, moulding further to his solid frame.

At last, you say quietly, “It depends on what you want. And besides, we’re in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in right now.”

Eijiro chuckles, “They won’t. Well—” He shrugs. “Maybe Denki will. But the others will be repelled, trust me.” You laugh and lift your head off his pec.

“So,” you say as you raise an eyebrow. “What do you want from me?” He grumbles at your words and shakes his head.

He says low, “It’s not a transaction, sweetheart—”

You hum and chime in, “Of course not! I just mean, what would you like to do together?” He groans and thumbs the delicate skin over your cheekbone. He leans down and kisses the spot softly like you’re made of porcelain.

He draws back and says, “Honestly, I wanna bend you over that bench and have my way with you.” He nods to the side, signalling to the kitchen bench. You hum in response.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I don’t really feel like doing that right now.” And it’s true. With how worked up Denki had you just a few days ago, you were not ready for a part two to that. And definitely not one that involved penetrative sex.

Eijiro tries to hide his disappointment, but you feel the slump of his shoulders and see the velvety pink coating his cheeks. You cup his cheeks and pull his forehead down to yours. You close your eyes and enjoy having him close for a moment before breaking the silence, “But I’m happy to do other things like pleasure you.” He hums low.

“And I want you to mark me if you want to?” You say smiling. Your alpha pulls back and nods.

He kisses your forehead and sighs into your skin, “’Course I want to, babe. Is it really okay though, if we just focus on me?” You hum and nod. You smile wide and press a soft kiss to his lips.

You whisper sweetly, “I’d like nothing more.” Your alpha draws you into a passionate kiss. Your hands roam each other’s bodies as he pushes you back against the kitchen bench. You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours.

Soon, his lips are trailing down your jaw and neck. You bite the side of your lip as he nibbles on your soft skin. It drives you insane with how good it feels. Who knew you’d enjoy his sharp teeth marking you up like this? Your hands grip his shoulders as he sucks a particularly brutal hickey among the constellations left by your whimpering blond. You sigh with pleasure.

Eijiro’s lips brush over your freshly healed mark, and you moan. He drags his tongue across your neck just above the scar, making you squeal excitedly. He nips at the side, relishing in the sound of your pleasure.

Finally, he bites down to mark you. The squelching sound of his razor-sharp teeth piercing your skin has you screaming out in pain. And then, you moan in ecstasy. Your blood overflows and drips down his chin as he quickly pulls away. Your alpha licks his lips quickly before licking your bleeding wound. You chew on your bottom lip as you attempt to stay quiet.

Every lap of that metallic-tasting substance has you gazing at the heavens above. You’re so close. Just one more and you’ll be mated to all of your alphas.

Once your blood begins to clot, Eijiro stops licking and sucking on your mark. He gazes into your eyes and cups your cheeks, whispering to you how well you’re doing right now. You giggle and wipe off the streaks of blood staining his chin and neck.

“Here,” he grunts. He pulls off his shirt and wipes your hands with it (he’s such a fucking gentleman arf arf arf). Tossing it to the side, he asks, “You alright, sweetheart?” You hum and nod as a grin stretches across your lips. You press your forehead to his and you two take a moment to breathe.

His chest heaves with yours as he wraps his arms tight around you and pulls you into his embrace. All is quiet while you bask in each other’s presence.

You hum happily and gaze up at your mate. He grins down at you, and you lean up for a short kiss. You can taste your blood lingering on his lips. But rather than killing the mood, it only adds to it. Tasting the iron, you moan and swoon into him.

He kisses you in a way that’s so consuming and deep yet so tame; lips and tongue intertwine but don’t force. It’s a mutual kind of kiss where both of you are as hungry yet calm as each other. You both know that you have as long as you’d like to explore one another.

You gently push him back by his chest and say, “It’s my turn, okay?” He caresses your cheek while his brows slightly furrow.

“You sure you’re alright? You okay with doing this?” You nod enthusiastically and place the most tender little kiss on the tip of his nose.

You giggle, “Just relax. I know what I’m doing.” With his hands on your hips, he shifts your bodies so that he’s leaning against the kitchen bench. You smirk and stroke his chest and abs up and down.

You meet his eyes as you say, “Did I ever tell you how much I love your home gym?” He chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“Oh yea?” He mutters into your skin. You laugh and lean into him for a moment before drawing back. You stretch up and kiss his sharp jaw, your lips setting his skin on fire. He groans as you kiss down his Adam’s apple and suck on the tip of his collarbone. The little choked-up noises he makes for you make you grin all cocky.

You suck on the spot right below his ear, making him moan. Your hands glide down his firm abs one last time before you grip the waistband of his sweats. He grunts pathetically as you bite his neck harshly while your hand dips and grabs his stiff cock through his briefs.

You moan against his neck as you feel just how fucking hard and leaky his cock is for you right now. You’re embarrassed to admit it, but you love having these very attractive men whining like whores just for you (or is that just me😁).

You slide your hand up and down Eijiro’s length while you continue sucking hickeys all over him. Once you’re content with how purple his neck and shoulders are going to be tomorrow, you get down on your knees. You pull down his sweatpants and squeal as you see his bulge through those dreadful briefs. But you wanna keep them on for now.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you trace the outline of his heavy cock with your fingertips. He whimpers like the little slut he is as you apply pressure to his tip. You continue stroking him through his briefs until he bucks his hips into your hands, desperate for more friction. You remove your hands from him and pull off his your hoodie. You gaze up at him as you unclasp the hooks of your sports bra and slide it down your arms, releasing your breasts.

Your mate groans as you take off his boxers and throw them in a heap with your other clothes. You moan as you gaze at his dripping cock. He’s leaking so much pre-cum, and his head is so red and angry-looking. And his balls look so heavy. You cup them in one hand while your other hand grabs his tip. You squeeze the head of his cock as you lean in and suck on one of his balls.

Seeing you on your knees like this for him has Eijiro groaning and subconsciously clenching the edge of the kitchen bench. You take his other ball in your mouth before pulling back and spitting on his cock.

Grinning, you mix the pre-cum and spit and spread it down his shaft. Once you’re satisfied, you start jerking him off with both hands. Such rouses a delightful array of sounds from your mate.

You look up at him as you say, “Do you like that, baby? Want me to go faster?” He groans and bites his lip as his crimson eyes gaze into yours.

“F-feels so good, princess. Just k-keep doing that for me,” he grunts. You hum in response and continue your pace.

If you’re being honest, the sight of his weeping cock and the sounds of his pants and groans make your panties pool with slick. Right now, his pleasure is everything to you. You’d do anything to keep him moaning and spilling pre-cum. As long as he likes this and feels good, that’s all that matters to you. You do wish though, that you had taken your leggings off before you started jerking him off, as your hands are far too sticky right now to touch anything but your alpha’s cock.

You shift up on your knees and bring his cock to your mouth.

As soon as your lips are wrapped around his leaky tip, Eijiro rasps, “Fuck! Baby, fuck!” Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet it makes his eyes roll back. You suck on the tip before sliding down his shaft.

You take as much of him into your mouth as you can (which admittedly isn’t as much as you thought it would be) before pulling back. With both of your hands wrapped around his base, you bob your head up and down on his cock.

Your mate moans loudly, feeling your searing tongue pressing hard on his underside. The stimulation makes his knees feel weak. But he’s a man, and after resting back on the bench for a minute or two, he stands unsupported on his two feet.

His hands thread into your hair while he praises you, “Such a good fucking girl for me, baby. Taking me so well.” You moan on his cock. The vibrations from your mouth trigger a fresh batch of pre-cum to spill down your throat. Being the good girl that you are, you suck even harder on his cock and gulp down his pre-cum.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Tryna milk me, aren't cha?” You moan even more around his length, desperate to make him drip even more. He curses as even more of the salty cream spreads across your tastebuds.

You keep sucking him for a couple of minutes before he grunts out, “Fuck, baby! Stop! Stop!” Confused, you immediately stop and pull off his cock. You crane your head up and gaze into his lust-hazy eyes.

You tilt your head to the side and ask, “What’s wrong, Eiji? Did it not feel good or—”

“No,” he cuts you off. You stay quiet as he takes a few deep breaths. As he does, you notice that you’re panting too. You take the time to calm down with him.

“No, baby, you’re perfect. You’re so perfect,” he sighs and smiles down at you. You nod, and he continues, “Just wanna try something else. That okay?” You hum in response.

Eijiro grabs his shaft and motions with his finger for you to come closer. You obey and he slides the tip back between your lips. You suck on it hard and he moans. One hand tangles in your locks and pulls you off his cock.

“Just let me, yea?” He grunts. You hum and take his head back in your mouth. He lets go of his base and curls his other fingers into your hair. Holding your head, he slowly bucks his hips, fucking his cock into your mouth. He pushes in until his balls hit your spit-soaked chin. You choke on his length and gasp, causing him to draw himself out completely.

“You okay, bub?” He says, concerned. His brow is creased as he stares at you with wide eyes. You nod, and he pushes all of your hair back before bringing his hips closer to your face. You grab his cock and guide it into your mouth. This time, he eases most of it into your mouth before drawing back out. And then pushing back in.

Your mate builds up a steady rhythm of fucking your pretty mouth with his cock. You rest your hands on his thighs and focus on breathing through your nose so you don’t choke.

When Eiji’s eyes aren’t on your pouty lips wrapped around his shaft, or rolling to the back of his skull, he’s gazing into your doe eyes. They look so big and innocent, deliciously contrasting the rather unholy things you’re doing to each other right now.

His hips rut faster as he feels that tight coiling in his stomach. He pants and groans as he hits the back of your throat over and over again with the tip of his cock. You moan around him as he keeps fucking your mouth.

Suddenly, he pushes your head down until your nose tickles his neatly trimmed pubes. You choke on his cock, but he pushes his length in slightly more. Your eyes water as you stare up at him, watching his sharp teeth grit. He then fucks your throat with quick, rough, and small thrusts. Your fingers press into his toned thighs as you gag on his cock.

He grunts out between thrusts, “Yea, fuck-baby that’s it. Good girl. Just a little more f’me, yea? Almost there, pretty girl.” You whine on his cock as tears drip down your cheeks.

Eijiro pulls out slightly as his knot swells. At once, you feel his hot seed shoot down the back of your throat. Your squeal is muffled as you pull off his cock and jerk him with your hand.

His cum spills down your chin and chest, and you cover your mouth with your other hand as you cough from the thick cream coating your throat. He groans your name loudly as he watches his cum drip down your beautiful tits and tummy.

By the time you’re jerking those last little dribbles of blazing white seed, you’re absolutely covered in it. Luckily, you’ve stopped coughing and now, you’re just crying a little. With a whine, you stand up.

Your alpha pulls you into his arms. He rubs your back with his wide hands and brings your face to nuzzle into his neck. You hold each other as you both calm down. He gently cups your cheeks and pulls your head back so he can look at you.

He thumbs your under-eyes, wiping away your tears. He then wipes the seed from your lips and chin with his fingers. You laugh sweetly as he looks down at his fingers. You lean forward and brush your nose against his.

“So messy, aren’t you?” You tease him. He chuckles and kisses you tenderly. You moan into his lips and move your hands to his chest, feeling the sticky mess of his cum covering the both of you.

He can taste himself all over your lips and tongue. The saltiness makes him groan. He nips your lower lip just the way you like it, making you mewl.

He draws away and nuzzles your neck, asking softly, “Let me clean you up?” You giggle and rest your head back on his shoulder.

You hum and say, “Okayyyyy. But no fooling around in the shower. Denki’s already tired me out for the next month.”

He chuckles low and grumbles, “Fucker.” He grabs you beneath your knees and carries you across his body.

As he walks to the bathroom, you ask, “But what about the kitchen? I think we made a mess there too.”

Eijiro hums, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, princess. I’ll clean it up after I put you to bed. You must be exhausted.” You nod, noticing how easily he carries you with one hand while he slides the bathroom door open.

You mumble into his warm, tanned skin, “I am. That’s so embarrassing.” He sets you down in the shower and turns on the water.

Shaking his head, your mate says, “No, it’s not. You have to handle all of us. It’s not a surprise you’d be tired.”

You hum, “But I’ve barely done anything.” He steps forward and gestures to your leggings. You bite your lip as you look down, seeing how ruined they are from his cum.

You nod and say, “Yea, go ahead.” Eijiro steps close to you and crouches down, shimmying your leggings down.

As he does, he says, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not used to this yet.” You hum in response while your hands thread through his wet, red-leaking locks.

“Hey Eiji,” you say quietly. He hums as you step out of your leggings. “You owe me a new pair. You know that, right?” He throws them out of the shower in the corner of the bathroom. He then wraps his strong arms around you and draws you under the water with him.

He chuckles above your ear, “Sure do.”

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter seven: how the tables have turned

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — hurt/comfort, fluff, denki plays you a song, cuddles n kisses with katsuki, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts from eiji are from izuku's pov

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It feels like that moment all those weeks ago when you first arrived at your alpha’s residence. But since then, so much has changed.

As the car rolls to a stop, you stare out the window. You take in the sight of the jet-black gate, trees swaying overhead, and the sun’s blistering rays. You feel Midoriya shift next to you, his eyes watching and waiting for you to move. You spare him a glance and a small grin before hopping out of the car.

As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the gate is sliding across with a quiet hum. You lock eyes with red ones and see the radiance of his tanned skin in the afternoon light. You shut the car door behind you and begin walking towards him, Midoriya by your side.

The redhead meets you two. He breathes out, “Hey.” You give him a small smile.

“Hey, Eijiro,” you say quietly. Midoriya stands beside you, looking between the two of you awkwardly.

You turn and look up at him, saying, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for dropping me back. I’ll see you around?”

He nods sheepishly and Eijiro shakes his hand. The redhead thanks Midoriya for taking care of you. With one last smile at the both of you, broccoli boy leaves. You observe him drive away and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

Once he’s out of sight, you turn your attention to the alpha in front of you. He looks down at you and sighs.

He says, “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” You shake your head and place your finger on your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Your manliest man opens his mouth to speak again but you reach up and cover it; his words come out muffled.

You say, “Let’s go inside.” You remove your hand from his full lips, your palm slightly damp from the heat of his breath.

He starts walking towards the gate and you follow him past it. He shuts it behind you two before trailing behind you to the house. You inhale the scent of your alphas, so strong and mixed. Something sweet, earthy, tangy, spell-binding.

You’ve missed this.

Eijiro opens the front door for you and you thank him as you head inside.

“So,” he starts as he slips on his house shoes. “Are you okay?” You hum in response.

He continues, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You step up onto the platform and start walking down the entrance hall, giving him no response. It’s not that you don’t want to talk about it. You just don’t want to talk about it yet. He follows close behind you.

You’re passing the living room when you hear rustling from inside. A twang of guitar strings. You stop immediately. You look at Eijiro wide-eyed before sliding the living room door open. You peep inside, golden eyes meeting yours.

“Denki?” You say, confused. He’s sitting on the floor, his back resting against the kotatsu and yellow guitar in his lap. Cords flow from his guitar somewhere off to the side. He laughs nervously and avoids your gaze. You tip-toe towards him, careful not to trip on any of the cords.

“What’re you doing?” You say as you sit in front of him.

He stutters, “U-um, well, I’m gonna p-play you a song. Y-yea.” You watch with wide eyes as he strums the guitar strings. You’re enraptured by the way his fingers move and the song's rhythm.

he only distraction is the heat of Eijiro’s body beside you once he sits down. You listen intently as Denki plays. It’s bright and slow yet powerful. You’re enchanted by his abilities.

When he finishes, you clap and exclaim, “That was so good! I didn’t know you could play like that.” He rubs his neck as he looks down.

“It was inspired by you,” he says quietly, flicking one of his guitar strings.

“What?” You breathe out in shock. You? You inspired his song? Your mind ceases to function as normal. ERROR ERROR ERROR. His words play on-loop in your mind. It was inspired by you.

Denki shrugs and gazes at you finally. He can see the confusion plastered on your face.

He nods and says, “You’re a great muse, you know?” You shake your head. You don’t know. You’re a great muse is added to the frenzy of your thoughts. You take a deep breath in and will yourself to calm down.

You ask quietly, “I’m a great muse?” The blond nods enthusiastically. He sets his guitar on the kotatsu behind him. When he turns back around, he gives you a cheeky grin.

The redhead from beside you pipes up, “You mean a lot to us, y/n. And we’re really sorry about keeping info from you. We hope that you’ll choose to stay with us and forgive us, someday.” You look down at your lap as you feel the lump swell in your throat and tears well in your eyes. You whine. The sound has the two alphas looking back and forth between you and each other, confused.

The emotions overflow and so do your tears.

Mindlessly, you grab onto Eijiro’s shirt and curl into his chest. The intimacy of your touch has his red eyes wide and jaw slack. He quickly recovers and wraps his arms around you, one motioning for Denki to get in on the action.

The blond approaches tentatively and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and gaze up at him with teary eyes. His soft puppy eyes make you cry harder, and you shift out of Eijiro’s gentle hold to cling onto Denki.

You don’t mean to be so goddamn sensitive, but you can’t help it. They’re your alphas, and even though their actions have hurt you, you care about them so much. You love being with them even though they drive you insane sometimes. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your sadness connects to something deep within Denki’s heart, and as the minutes pass by, he finds himself becoming as upset as you are. He holds onto you tight as the tears trickle down his face, creating a wet patch on your shoulder. You don’t notice until you hear him quietly sobbing just beneath your ear.

You nuzzle the side of his face with your nose and he tilts his head to gaze into your eyes. Glassy reflects glassy and you smile at him sadly before returning to your cuddle. Eijiro rubs your back. His touch is so warm and soothing, you relax beneath it even as your chest heaves.

You continue holding each other until you calm down. The sunbeams stream through the light curtains of the living room, casting a warm glow on your bodies. You pull back from Denki’s grasp, your hands on either side of his face as you look at him. You wipe away any stray tears from beneath his golden eyes and he does the same for you.

After a moment, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes. You breathe slowly and gently while Denki shoots Eijiro a panicked look.

Fortunately, you miss Eijiro’s thumbs up and silent encouragement as Denki removes his hand from your cheek and starts motioning to the redhead to shut whatever the hell is happening down. Your pretty lips are far too close to his right now and he’s not ready for them to invade his personal space any further.

You whine softly and your brows furrow as Denki gestures particularly enthusiastically, the movement causing your bodies to rock ever-so-slightly. You whisper his name and suddenly, all of his attention is back on you. At this moment, he realises just how fucking tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“What is it?” Denki means to say sweetly but it comes out as a nervous squeak. A grin spreads across your lips upon hearing him.

You sniffle before asking him teasingly, “What’s wrong? You seem on edge.” He short circuits not only within himself but the entire house. The living room light stops working, as does every other object powered by electricity in the house. You pull back from him and call his name, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face (you know the one I’m talking about).

Eijiro gently squeezes your shoulder and you turn to look at him. You gesture to the blissed-out expression Denki’s wearing and Eijiro shrugs.

“He does that sometimes,” the redhead smirks. He nods his head to the side, gesturing for you to come over to him. You obey, leaving Denki where he is and climbing onto Eijiro’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his masculine scent. It puts you at ease and has you purring in his arms.

He chuckles before returning your purr with one of his own. He strokes your hair with care and rubs circles on your back. You could fall asleep from how relaxed you are right now.

“Baby,” he coos softly. You tilt your head back and stare back at him, a small smile on your lips.

About now, Denki has come to. He groans as the light flickers back on and rubs his face with his hand. When he looks up, he sees you and Eijiro locked in a slow kiss. The blond pouts and calls out, “Hey!”

Eijiro pulls back from your lips. His hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close to him as he looks back at an upset Denki.

“Hey,” the redhead smirks.

Denki whines, “You stole my kiss, bro!”

Eijiro chuckles low, “Not my fault you short-circuited, now is it?” The blond groans. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of Eijiro’s grasp. Denki sets a wide-eyed you down on his lap and sticks his tongue out at Eijiro.

“It’s my turn now!” The blond exclaims. You laugh at his enthusiasm and tilt your head back to look at him. You gently kiss his jaw with a grin. The softness of your lips has Denki bordering on malfunctioning again. You chuckle at how cute he is and brush the tip of his nose with your own. In a brave move, he closes the gap between you by pressing his full lips to yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth as your hand cups the back of his head, pulling him further down to you. The kiss is short and sweet as Denki is far too nervous for anything more (like about to shit himself kinda nerves rn). He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours momentarily, his eyes closed. Once he opens them, he stares into yours. You give him a quick peck before shifting in his lap and looking back at Eijiro.

The rest of your afternoon is spent talking with the boys. You’re strumming Denki’s guitar the way he’s shown you when Hanta comes home. Seeing you on the floor makes his heart pound. You’re finally home. He gives you a big cuddle, apologises some more to you, and admires your mark, which is healing well. Hanta joins you in sitting all together on the floor, poking fun and saying whatever comes to your mind.

As the evening wears on, you all migrate to the kitchen. Hanta and Eijiro are busy making dinner while you and Denki sit at the kitchen table. Seeing your wandering eyes, your golden boy informs you that Katsuki will be on patrol until 9pm. This information makes you pout. You yearn to see him after last night. Not having him here didn’t feel right, especially since you’ve made up with the other boys now.

When dinner is ready, Denki jumps up and helps set up the table. You want to help as well, but he insists that you stay seated and allow your alphas to take care of you. You chuckle at his chivalry and abide by his wishes (for now, anyway).

You all take your usual spots and eat dinner together. The meal tastes good and you let the boys know that you like it. And you swear you do like it. But, part of you greatly misses Katsuki’s cooking. It’s been too long (it’s been four days) since you’ve tasted his fluffy rice, tender salmon, and perfectly chewy fish balls. You have to stop yourself from moaning mid-bite as you reminisce about your stubborn and protective chef-alpha.

Next time you see him, you just wanna grab his cheekies and pepper his face in aggressive kisses. Ahem. You mean that the next you see him, you want him to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness… and then youjustwannagrabhischeekiesandpepperhisfaceinaggressivekisses.

After dinner, you offer to help with the dishwashing but are again rejected. Accepting defeat, you follow Hanta and Eijiro out of the kitchen, leaving a stuttering blond with the mountain of plates and pots and pans from tonight’s cooking.

You thank them for taking such good care of you before you go your separate ways. As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you sigh. You flop down on your bed and whine and roll around in the comfy blankets. You grab your phone and open Tumblr. You scroll for a while but stop once you hear the front door click open.

The second it thuds shut, you’re up on your feet. You sprint from your room. The thumps of your footsteps have an already-tired Katsuki on alert. He whips around, expecting a fucking boar or something to be charging at him. But then he sees you.

You run down the couple of steps and jump into his arms. Your sudden appearance has him reacting on instinct. He bundles you up in his arms and holds you tight. You breathe in each other’s scents, and his warmth makes you sigh despite how clammy his skin is.

After a few moments, he sets you back down. You can’t resist the temptation in front of you. Grabbing his cheeks, you plant hard kisses all over his face, from his sweaty forehead to his soot-stained cheeks and, finally, his awaiting pink lips. You melt into his embrace as he pulls you flush against his solid body. Your kiss is passionate, with both parties excited that this moment has finally come and eager for so much more.

He groans as you tilt your head back and tug his roots. Your back arches as he kisses you harder, a moan sliding from your mouth into his. He nips harshly at your lower lip, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound sets him alight. He pulls away from you quickly and pushes you back as his hands spark.

With big eyes, you gaze up at him as you wipe your spit-stained lips with the back of your hand. Katsuki looks to the side, avoiding your gaze as he wipes his hands on his black track pants. He then walks past you and puts his house slippers on, muttering a low “Sorry.” You turn around and grab his wrist, confining him to the entryway (he lets you do so).

“What?” He mumbles as he faces you. You pout as you stare up at him with furrowed brows. You let go of his wrist to fold your arms beneath your chest. The position pushes your braless breasts up slightly which does not go unnoticed by the frowning alpha.

You say annoyed, “I couldn’t hear you.” You take a step closer to him and continue, “It sounded like you said ‘sorry’ but I don’t know.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

When he looks back at you, he says between tight teeth, “I’m sorry.” You cup your ear with one hand, leaning the side of your head toward him.

“What?” You ask loudly. He mumbles something beneath his breath. “I can’t hear you,” you say in that voice used by camp rangers or at sports carnivals when all the kids are supposed to chant louder in response.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs, “For fuck’s sake I’m sorry, alright? You happy now?” You shake your head as a pout returns to your lips.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you say, frowning. He grunts and takes his hands out of his pockets. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you back into his chest. You whine at the force he uses as your head collides with his bazongas. He wraps his arms around you and sways you gently from side to side while his hand caresses your hair.

You try to push him away, but he continues to hold you. You whimper his name as you slap his chest. He doesn’t even flinch at the pressure. You continue to try and escape his awfully muscular arms but relinquish control after a few more unsuccessful attempts.

Katsuki mutters into your hair, “I’m sorry, y/n.” He hugs you even tighter for a moment before easing up a bit. “Fuck,” he grunts out. He pulls back and cups your cheeks, tilting your head back to look into your eyes. You whine at the sad look in his sharp, crimson eyes.

He continues, “M’just so fucking bad with my words, baby. You know, yea?” You nod as you bite the side of your lip. His eyes dart to the soft flesh, and he licks his own hungrily. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, your noses brushing.

“Wish I could show ya,” he sighs and kisses you so delicately. You moan into his lips as he angles your head just the way he wants.

You two stand there for who knows how long, kissing and whispering to each other and kissing again. At some point, Katsuki picks you up and leads you to the bathroom. He sets you down just outside the door and tells you to get ready for bed.

You beam up at him, “Why?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and then one on your nose before saying, “’Cause you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” You nod excitedly, no objections entering your mind whatsoever, and watch him walk down the hallway.

You do as he says, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine before scampering off to your bedroom and changing into your favourite t-shirt of his (skulls💪💪💪🧎🧎🤭).

You walk nervously to his room as the panic sets in. Okay, so you’re sleeping together tonight. But did he mean sleeping or sleeping wink wink? You pray that he meant the former as you slide his door open. You find the room to be empty.

Eternally grateful, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and wander around his room. Like earlier today, you feel a sense of deja vu as you look at his All Might posters and figurines.

But this time when the door slides open, you’re greeted with a half-naked Katsuki. The towel wrapped around his hips shifts lower as he walks over to a dresser in the corner. You gulp and stand there, staring at his ripped-back muscles and delicious shoulders and the little dimples above his ass like some kind of pervert... No comment.

He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror as he opens the first draw. A short chuckle tears from his throat as he makes out the drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth.

Pulling out a pair of trunks and throwing them over his broad shoulder, he barks out, “The fuck you lookin’ at you little perv?” You blink in shock. When did he notice you? You think. And how long has he watched you stare at him so lewdly?

He smirks as your jaw slackens and more spit drips from the corner of your mouth. You catch his red eyes, but their colour doesn’t compare to the heat bubbling in your cheeks. You look down, thoroughly ashamed of your ogling.

Upon closing your mouth, you feel the wetness pooling at the edge of your lips. You wipe up your drool, even more embarrassed than you originally were. You turn around in your shame, determined not to embarrass yourself any further.

Katsuki stares at you in the mirror as he drops his towel and changes into his trunks. By the time you turn back around, he’s flicking off the lights and climbing into bed. He grunts at you to “Get over ‘ere” and you comply, pulling back his covers and lying down promptly. He pulls the covers up to your chin and pulls you into his chest.

His hands grab at your shirt as he mumbles in your locks, “Been lookin’ for this.” You giggle and tilt your head up, placing a kiss on his sharp jaw. He groans at your affection and wraps his arms around you tighter.

You mumble into his neck, “Did you eat?”

You can hear his smirk as he says, “’Course I did since you were taking so fucking long in the bathroom.” You whine and wriggle, causing him to grunt.

He traps your legs in his as he chuckles, “Probably could’ve bought another house while you were in there.” You hum in response.

“So you own this house?” You ask him, curiosity evident in your tone. He hums and plants a soft kiss on the shell of your ear.

He says low, “What’d you expect? These extras are just freeloaders.” You laugh, your breath fanning across his skin. You two talk for a little longer until you feel your eyes become droopy.

You whisper, “Hey, Suki.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Will you purr for me?” He chuckles at your request, but the sound doesn’t have its usual harshness. It’s light and carefree. He squeezes you tight and draws the covers up slightly more before the soothing vibrations begin in his chest. You moan and purr, snuggling even closer to him.

Katsuki watches you fall asleep. All of these emotions are flooding through him. Sweat beads down his neck and pools on his palms; he wipes them on his your shirt. He feels so fucking warm right now, but he doesn’t dare pull away from you because he knows that it’s not just from your body.

Your alpha doesn’t dare to stop purring until you’ve been sleeping for a good while. And even then, he purrs as he falls asleep with his cheek squished against the top of your head.

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Thinking about Bakugou x Reader X Kirishima (either established or forming relationship)

With Reader who is a damn beast on the battle field I’m talking like could and would 1v1 God and damn well hold their own,, but they hate being mean

Like anything that might sound even slightly mean will never cross their lips, or if it does they immediately start apologizing like they just offended your whole bloodline even if they just accidentally said barely even classing as rude

If someone tries to goad them into saying something mean, or if when Baku tries to get them to say even the tiniest threat, they’ll be like on the verge of tears, whining out a “no! That would be mean! 🥺🥺🥺”

They just straight up do not have a single mean bone in their body

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

But not to worry, they have 2 boyfriends who will absolutely protect them and stand up for them and one of which will not hesitate to cuss someone out for forgetting their pickles

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;

needle & nerve | e. kirishima

he came in for a piercing. what he didn’t expect was the artist behind the gloves—sharp-eyed, quick-witted, and maybe his new favorite reason to come back. (987 words)

your shop sat just off the main street—half tattoo studio, half piercing parlor, with walls that held a little bit of grit and a whole lot of story. incense burned low in the corner, masking the sharp scent of disinfectant, and the constant hum of fluorescent lights buzzed beneath the soft thud of bass-heavy music filtering in from the back room. framed flash sheets covered the walls, inked with dragons, snakes, roses, and teeth. some were faded from sun, some fresh, some yours. all of them meant something to someone.

you leaned over the front desk, chin in your palm, scrolling idly through a list of upcoming appointments when the door chimed. you didn't look up right away—it wasn't rare to get walk-ins—but something about the shift in the room made your hand pause over the mouse.

he stepped inside like he wasn’t sure how loud to be. tall, square-shouldered, all muscle and nervous momentum. red hair pulled back in a headband that didn’t quite tame it, and eyes—bright, dark-lashed, darting around the space like they were trying to memorize it before it could change.

"uh—hi," he said. his voice cracked slightly on the first syllable, too loud for the low hum of the shop. "i’ve got an appointment?"

you looked up and found a boy who seemed more like a mountain in training. his cheeks flushed deeper when your gaze caught him.

"eyebrow at three?"

"yeah." he nodded, breath like it had been held since the sidewalk. "that’s me."

"cool. i’m your piercer today," you said, stepping out from behind the desk and gesturing toward the back. "i’m y/n."

he blinked, then smiled like he hadn’t expected introductions to be part of this. "eijiro. kirishima eijiro."

you gave him a nod and a smirk. "nice to meet you, eijiro. let’s make you bleed a little."

he trailed behind as you led him through the studio, past tattoo chairs draped in black leather and chrome trays lined with freshly sterilized tools. his eyes lingered on the art pinned above each station, pausing longer at a piece you'd done last week—three snakes coiled through the jaw of a skull.

"first piercing?" you asked, tugging on gloves.

"yeah." he scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. "figured it was time. always thought about it but... i dunno. guess i needed a push."

"it’s a good pick," you said, voice easy, hands already arranging your tray. "subtle. sharp. very you."

he blinked, then smiled. "you don’t even know me."

"don’t need to. i read people."

he laughed, louder this time. "and what do i read like?"

"someone who talks a big game and still gets nervous walking into places like this."

he opened his mouth, then closed it with a grin. "fair enough."

you motioned to the chair. "you’ll feel a quick pinch and then a little pressure. it’s not that bad. just don’t flinch."

"i won’t. promise." he slid into the chair like it was a test. his hands settled in his lap, though you could see the way he kept flexing his fingers.

you moved around him with steady precision. sterilized clamp. single-use needle in its packaging. mirror nearby. you sprayed his brow with antiseptic and caught his flinch out of the corner of your eye—not from pain, but from cold.

he glanced at you. "you do tattoos too?"

"yep. mostly blackwork. fine line, sometimes flash. i draw all my own sheets."

"that snake piece on the way in—that was yours?"

you nodded. "you've got a good eye."

he flushed again, red creeping across his ears now. "guess i’m just a fan of good linework."

you leaned in close, brushing his hair from his temple. his skin was warm under your gloves. close like this, he smelled like clean laundry and just a little sweat, like maybe he’d psyched himself up before walking through the door.

"keep your head still. i’m gonna mark you."

you felt his breath hitch as you pressed the pen lightly to his skin. you could feel the tension in his shoulders—not fear, exactly. more like anticipation wound tight beneath muscle.

"you alright?"

he nodded. "just thinking."

"about what?"

"if this actually makes me cooler or if i’ll just look like i lost a bet."

you smiled. "only one way to find out."

you lined the clamp up gently. "deep breath in."

he inhaled, and you pierced through his skin.

a second passed. then two.

you pulled the needle through, swapped it for the jewelry, and clipped the hoop into place. he didn’t move, not even when you wiped away the smallest dot of blood.

"that’s it?" he blinked at you, like he expected to be bleeding out.

"that’s it."

he touched the edge of the new ring, careful, like it might still sting.

"damn. kinda expected to cry or something."

"give it five hours. you might regret it."

he laughed and stood, slowly, adjusting to the sudden lightness in his posture.

you peeled your gloves off with a soft snap, tossed them in the bin, and reached for the aftercare sheet. when you turned back around, he was holding something in his hand.

a post-it. yellow. handwriting a little slanted, a little rushed.

he stuck it to the counter next to the tip jar. his number written in black ink on the paper.

"in case i want the other side done," he said casually. "or, you know, maybe a snake tattoo. or maybe coffee."

you tilted your head, one eyebrow raised. "you just hand out your number to everyone you meet under bright lights and sharp metal?"

he grinned, sheepish and bold all at once. "only when they’re the prettiest person i’ve ever met."

he waved over his shoulder, and the bell above the door chimed as he left, hair catching the light like a flame, and you were still staring at the post-it note—still smiling—when the door eased shut behind him.

hiii! dk if ur taking requests or not buttt i have to ask could u mayhaps do a kiri smau!! likeeee kiri x shy reader who's alternative, mayb like he thinks she's so cool and wants to get to know her more but she comes off as kinda odd or what not (weird girl) type thing and they eventually get tg (sorry if this is 2 many details or what not) BUTTT JUS KINDA DO IT HOWEVER U WANT !!!

mismatched | e. kirishima

kirishima finds himself drawn to your mildly peculiar personality and style, but it works for you.

a/n: for some reason i struggled with this one a little bit. i tried to get alternative right without being to stereotypically cliche with it. i hope it serves well oomf!

hii can you do dating kirishima pls?? tysm!!

answer: duh, no problemo! sry for the long wait, school sucks…

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐮𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING EIJIRO KIRISHIMA:

eijiro first noticed you during a class exercise where you showed incredible teamwork, shining during a rescue training scenario. your determination reminded him of his own ideals.

during lunch, he gathers the courage to approach you, his face bright red as he stumbles over his words. "hey! You were really cool out there!"

he often fiddles with his hair or scratches the back of his head when he's around you, and you can see the sincerity in his bright eyes as he tries to engage in friendly banter.

kirishima tarts inviting you to hang out with his friends, excited to introduce you to his tight-knit group. he thrives on group dynamics, and your presence adds to the hype.

one day, he notices your confident stance during combat training, and he can’t help but compliment you on your growth. he admires your strength and feels a strong connection forming.

kirishima finds excuses to walk you to your next class, often talking about hero stuff or asking you about your favorite quirks, eager to learn more about you.

EIJIRO CRUSHING ON YOU:

as he spends more time with you, kirishima begins to overanalyze every interaction, mentally kicking himself when he accidentally stutters or trips over his words in front of you.

when he sees you talking and laughing with others, a wave of jealousy washes over him, but it quickly turns into a determination to show you how awesome he is too.

his friends start to notice and tease him about it, calling him "soft" every time you’re around, and he just blushes deeply, denying it while secretly gushing inside.

he finds small ways to impress you, like showing off his hardening quirk or keeping up with intense training sessions just to be on par with your skills.

kirishima pays attention to the little things you like or mention in passing, like your favorite snacks, so he can surprise you with them, leaving them for you after class.

he secretly dreams of asking you out, imagining all the adventurous dates he could take you on.

DATING EIJIRO KIRISHIMA:

once you start dating, kirishima becomes the ultimate cheerleader, supporting all your endeavors and celebrating every little victory you achieve.

he often bakes you homemade treats (with a bit of help from momo or jirou) and delivers them with an enthusiastic grin, saying, “I made these for you! I hope you like them!”

eijiro loves spontaneous adventures, whether it’s a training session at the training grounds or stargazing on a rooftop at night; he finds every opportunity to create memorable experiences with you.

he frequently expresses his feelings through physical affection, whether it’s a gentle squeeze of your hand or an enthusiastic hug, showing just how much he cares.

kirishima highly values communication and encourages you to be open about your thoughts and feelings; he’s always ready to listen and bounce ideas off of you.

he tends to become protective when you face challenges, channeling his quirk to shield you during training sessions, but he also knows when to step back and let you handle things yourself.

eijiro loves to brag about you to his friends, showing them pictures of you both during cute dates, and making sure everyone knows how amazing you are.

he secretly daydreams about a future together, whether it’s training to be top heroes or just growing old together, and patiently waits for the day when you can make those dreams a reality.

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

ᱬ⛧ who is she? ~ e. kirishima

sum: sometimes he forgets he’s still married to someone.

pairing: time skip! kirishima x wife! reader

content: sfw - no warnings here. established relationship.

a/n: based off a video i saw the other day. feels like this would be something kirishima would be like. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,575

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

the buzz of chatter sounded in the air as red eyes scanned around, taking in every person who was in the same room as them. it had been a good few years since they’d all managed to meet up and spend time together, especially at an annual event that only a handful of them ever attended at one time.

the glass in their hand was brought up to their lips as they took a drink of the liquid inside, warming sensation sliding down their throat as they swallowed. “you know, i’m surprised you’d decided to come to this, eji. did he drag you along with him?”. following the finger of the person he was talking to kirishima looked toward his blonde-haired best friend and shook his head. “nah, if anything, i had to convince bakugou to come along”.

hearing a snort before a laugh, he grinned showing off his sharp teeth to his other friend, kaminari, who mirrored his smile. “so aside from the obvious hero work, what else have you been up to? i heard you finally got married, about time!”. the usually outgoing redhead rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously as he nodded. “yeah, took me long enough. you know, as corny as it sounds, she’s my soulmate, my other half. i couldn’t imagine my life without her”.

placing the glass down on the bar, he decided to mingle a little more with his other classmates that were scattered around, deciding on the group that had midoriya, todoroki and bakugou in the centre. of course, he managed to slip himself into the group easily, much to the annoyance of the explosion hero.

that’s when he saw you standing just to the side of the group, talking to a few of the girls he’d gone to school with. one hand holding onto a glass, the other resting on your chest. anyone who was anyone could see the diamond sparkling the light, showing off that you were no longer having eyes for any other, not that you ever did since you met your husband.

mina, yaoyorozu and uraraka gasped when they saw the ring, eyes widening as mina grabbed your hand. “hey, since when did that happen!?”. biting back a laugh, you hummed slightly and tilted your head. “oh you know, the other day. we just wanted something small between hero work but don’t worry, we’ll be having another celebration soon enough and you’re all invited”. cheers sounded as you laughed.

looking over your shoulder at the feeling of eyes on your back, you caught the attention of kirishima who waved shyly, much to your amusement. offering a sweet smile you turned your attention back to your circle and continued to talk.

“well, looks like someone’s caught your attention. shame you’re spoken for. looks like i’ll have a chance”. looking to his side, kirishima saw kaminari with a grin on his face as he looked at you, something that never changed from being in school. “i don’t know man, she’s taken by the looks of it”.

a sound almost like a whine left kaminari as he huffed out, turning his attention back to the group as they chatted.

as the night progressed, so did the chatter and drinks, music playing as bodies danced, some close to their significant other while others stayed in their groups. not that kirishima was bothered as he spent most of his night carefully watching you. you were currently dancing with mina. despite the pair of you wearing dresses, you were both managing to pull out some impressive moves.

he looked down at the ring on his finger and sighed, downing the rest of the drink he’d only gotten a few moments ago before making his way over to you, fingers tapping your shoulder.

turning your attention over your shoulder to see those same red eyes you’d caught staring at you, you smiled brightly and turned around, wrapping your arms around the figure's neck in a hug. “kiri, how nice of you to join me!”. taking a moment to excuse yourself, you pulled away from the male and grabbed his hand, leading him into an empty space on the floor not too far from where you were.

grabbing ahold hold of his hands you placed them on your hips, fingers lingering a few seconds longer before you raised your arms, draping them over his shoulders as you began moving to the slow music now being played. “hey”. a soft smile tugged at your lip as you hummed. “hey yourself. couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself i see?”.

stuttering slightly, kirishima tried to explain himself before you laughed, pulling him closer to you. “relax you idiot. you’re allowed to look, eji”.

sighing a little, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, savouring the feeling of you in his arms after what felt like a long day for you both. “i know, i just feel so awkward about it all still. i’m not ready for all the questions yet”.

moving one of your arms, you placed your fingers under his chin and lifted his head, eyes scanning his and face as you offered a reassuring smile. you knew he struggled when it came to relationships, but you always assured him you’d be there to support him no matter what. “just relax, you’re doing a great job, we both know it”.

letting your hand drop, you placed it over his heart as your rings caught the light again. he was nervous, the erratic beating of his heart only confirmed that for you. “just breathe okay? i’m not going anywhere, promise”.

offering another soft smile, you looked up only to feel his lips on yours, claiming them in a kiss of every emotion he was feeling at that time. cheering sound behind you as he pulled back. “way to go, kiri! i won’t tell your wife what I saw, don’t worry”.

looking over your shoulder in the direction of the shout, you shook your head as you laughed, turning your attention back to the red-head who held you in his arms. “reckon i should put kaminari out of his misery?”.

that caused him to smile, nodding his head. “yeah, think you should. i'd hate to sound like bakugou, but I can’t wait for that extra to shut it”.

laughing, you wrapped your arms around him again and pulled yourself closer into his body, head resting on his chest as you listened to the beat of his now calming heart. lifting your head, you placed another kiss on his lips before pulling away, turning to face kaminari. “oh don’t worry kami, i think she already knows isn’t that right, my darling husband?”.

the look on everyone’s faces around you turned from shock to confusion, a few changing to a look of knowing as they smiled. you’d both kept it secret for as long as you could, the only exception being bakugou who caught wind of you both dating one day.

you were thankful to him for keeping quiet, you weren’t ready to let anyone, let alone the world know you were dating the number 12 hero. you’d both wanted to take things slow, getting to know each other without the pressures of your daily missions and lives.

a small mutter of “about damn time you nerds” was heard from somewhere in the small crowd now gathered.

“what the hell, (y/n)!?”. biting back a laugh, you placed your hand on top of the one that rested on your tummy, fingers lacing as best as they could. “surprise. i’m the wife”.

a proud smile tugged at your lips as you looked to the side, seeing the same smile on the face of your husband. “seriously, kiri, how the hell did you forget to mention you had a whole ass wife, and that wife was (y/n)”.

“don’t know dude, i guess i kinda forgot i was married to her. still doesn’t feel real”. looking at you he pecked the top of your head, squeezing your hand as you ran your thumb across the back of his hand.

“besides, we only wanted a quiet ceremony to start with, you’ll all be invited to the big celebration when we have one”.

truth be told, kirishima had forgotten he was married to you, he does for a brief moment each day. it still felt like a crazy dream that he’d wake up from any moment to find himself alone in bed, a bed that you shared with him.

whenever he looked at you, his mind went blank, it was easy for him to forget he was married to you. he’d even find himself fawning over you, wishing he was the lucky guy responsible for the rings on your finger and the smile you wore. that was until he looked down and saw the ring on his own finger, a ring you had custom-made for him to be able to wear regardless of whether his quirk was active or not.

at the end of the day, kirishima would always be that love-sick man who fell head over heels in love with you when you called into his office one day and was forever thankful he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

he was married to you and no one else would ever get the chance to be called your husband, your other half but most importantly your best friend for life.

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hi bloom☺️ can i pls request a smau w the mha boys and their overly sassy, and spoiled gfs!!

⋆˚࿔ whined and dined

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader for all expect hanta, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used

authors note: thank u for the request anon! this is so funny to me n yes i was hungry when i made this sigh. also i tried my best with the sassy part but reader is mooostly spoiled

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗

( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)

⋆˚࿔ crushed reps

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship

authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.

also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you. 

when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.

and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!” 

eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?” 

once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life. 

eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier. 

you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.

eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.

at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.

eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one. 

you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.

your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.

denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle. 

he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)

once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it. 

denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.  

getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines. 

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.

he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.

from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you. 

he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside. 

hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should. 

hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.  

the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”

if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)

you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.

though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up. 

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind. 

hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post. 

he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…

eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.

hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.

even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)

you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.

hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)

you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.

if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up. 

⋆˚࿔ boyfriend tag

you’re a popular youtuber asking your boyfriend to participate in a new ‘boyfriend tag makeup’ trend.

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used and some feminine compliments with kiri

authors note: i need some youtuber suggestions guys pls

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ capes and crayons

turns out the mha boys make pretty good fathers.

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names, kids LOL

authors note: i missed writing these

word count: around 450-570 for each

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

“i love you.” your husband whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. it was nothing sexual, rather something similar to a relevant secret shared through the wind’s breeze. 

you giggled, hands combing through his hair as his breath ghosted over your skin. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to wake up this way. your husband lips on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a way that recharged you more than eight hours of sleep could.  

“can’t we just stay like this all day?” he muttered. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned closer to your body. you could feel the smile on his lips against the crook of your neck. 

you ruffled his rose dyed hair and sighed, “eiji, baby, you know we can’t. the gir—”

and like most mornings, your moment of bliss was cut short. “MOMMY! DADDY!” a shrieking voice exclaimed from the near distance. 

eijiro peaked up at you and you shot him a knowing look back. 

before either of you had time to move your bedroom door creaked open and in came mei and hana; your four and seven year old daughters. 

“DADDY!” mei, the younger of the two, ran up to the edge your queen bed, hands splayed over your covers as she attempted to lift herself up. 

eijiro peeked himself from you and sat up. he immediately picked her up, large hands on either side of her torso as he lifted her high. “good morning my beautiful girls!” mei giggled as eijiro brought her close, drowning her face in affectionate kisses.

hana followed close behind her, arms crossed as she found a spot on your side of the bed. “were you guys kissing?” she asked, face displaying a not-so-pleasant expression.

your eyes widened momentarily before you hooked your arm around hana’s and pulled her close. “what? of course not.” you laid a firm, cradling hand on the back of her head and tilted her head down, placed a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. “how’d you two sleep?” you redirected the conversation, giving your husband a playful sideway glance before bringing your focus back to the young girls. 

“awesome!” mei’s hands shot up as she excitedly bounced in eijiro’s lap. you always wondered how that girl always had so much energy in the morning. “in my dream, daddy let us have ice cream before school!”

a breath escaped your nose as you tilted your head, “really?” you asked. 

you could already imagine the conversation the two girls had before entering your room: hana coaxing mei into asking for ice cream for breakfast, telling her to bat her eyelashes and give dad that sweet smile that she knew he always folded to. 

“yup!” mei chirped innocently. 

you held back a laugh and putting on a serious ‘mommy face’, your brows furrowed, ready to tell the girls that ice cream wasn’t something you eat for breakfast. but when you glanced over at eijiro, you only found a grin that mirrored mei’s.

“mommy, can we really have ice cream for breakfast?” hana asked, hand clutching onto your wrist as she also attempted to bat her eyelashes at you.  

“yeah, can we?” eijiro joined in, smiling face undeniably charming under the sun's morning glow.

you sighed, shaking your head. but there was a smile creeping up on your lips. “alright. what flavor do we want?”

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“guys! we’re going to be late!” you shouted. 

it was a beautiful sunny day in musutafu, which wasn’t rare alone. what was rare was the fact that you and denki are both off of work. and it being a weekend meant the kids had no school. so, beautiful day plus no work and no school equals family outing!

but you wouldn’t be able to have a fun family outing if you couldn’t even leave the house on time. 

with your youngest son— kenji, who recently turned two years old —hoisted up on your hip, you walked over to your six year old twin daughters’, emi and mio, bedroom. 

the door was slightly open. you could hear soft giggles coming from one of the girls and the quiet murmur of your husband's voice. 

quietly, you pushed the door open. you are met with the familiar shine of your daughters’ sunflower painted bedroom walls— which was nearly blinding on a sunny day like this. there were a couple of articles of clothing scattered across the light brown wooden floor. 

denki was politely sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed over each other and his back facing you. 

“i think kenji was wearing a blue shirt like this!” denki held up a light blue shirt to mio’s chest. it had a flying dolphin printed on the front and ruffles along it’s perimeter. 

mio grinned, hovering her hands over the shirt as her eyes glistened in admiration. “i like it.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper. 

emi on the other hand was bouncing on her bed without a single care for the dolphin decorated shirt. she hopped off her mattress and approached denki, “but mommy is wearing a pink shirt! i wanna wear a pink shirt too!” her face scrunched up, as well as her hands, as she stomped her foot.

mio glanced at her sister with a judging look and denki just laughed. he took both emi’s hands, unraveling her fist and squeezing her palms. “you can’t match with mommy because i’m matching with her.” i pointed at his light pink shirt unapologetically, “see?”

emi’s eyes grew wide and— “BU— BUT WHY CAN’T I MATCH WITH HER TOO?!” she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to spill out. 

“denki!” you stepped into the room and your husband immediately whipped his head around, guilt written all over his face. he jolted up as you walked past him and to emi. you crouched down to her level, and using the hand that wasn’t holding up kenji, you wiped the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “hey, hey,” you shushed. “you can wear pink to match with me, okay? don’t listen to daddy.” 

emi’s expression was quick to change, “yay! i’m matching with mommy! i’m matching with mommy!” she cheered and ran to the dresser, already looking for a shirt to replace the one denki had previously picked out for her. 

you smiled and turned to pat mio’s head, silently thanking her for behaving, before standing back up to face your husband.  

you adjusted kenji on your hip and brought your eyes up to denki’s golden ones. “really?” you prodded.

“what?” denki smirked, slipping a sly hand on your hip as he leaned close to your ear. “you’re still mine, right?” 

you scoffed as he placed a kiss on the outer shell of your ear. 

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

you pretended to not hear the soft click that came from the front door of your house as you silently finished drying off the dishes. maybe if you stayed quiet enough he wouldn’t notice; he wouldn’t pester you about it. 

but you knew better. 

“babe? where are you?” hanta called out. you listen as you hear the telling sounds of him taking off his boots, then his jacket, and finally putting his duffel bag down.

you remain still and silent. 

“y/n? baby?” he calls again. after a second he finds his way into the dimly lit kitchen where you were standing. immediately, his voice drops from the sweet tone it was previously dripped into something more serious. “y/n.” he deadpans. 

your body stiffens as you hear him step toward you. “i can explain…” you bite your lip as hanta comes up behind you, head falling onto your shoulder. 

he hands climb up to your stomach, caressing the eight month old bump that laid heavily attached to your body. “explain why my very pregnant wife is doing the dishes when i specifically told her i’d take care of it?” his tone is low. he isn’t mad but it was clear he wasn’t joking either. “come on sweetheart. doctor says you shouldn’t be doing this stuff. that’s what your husband is for.” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your neck. hanta was unable to hide his affection for you, even when he was ’upset’.

you titled your head back in his direction, accepting his warmth. “but hanta, i can’t just sit here and do nothing.” you whined, “it’ll kill me.” 

it was true. laying in bed all day made you feel uncomfortable and stiff; your legs aching, and your back hurting. 

the only thing that could keep your mind off the pulsing pain was work. but of course hanta didn’t agree with that. 

“you’re killing me.” hanta whined back. he lifted his head, placing a kiss on the back of your head before saying, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” he caressed your belly once more and you sighed. 

“fine.”

“don’t get all moody with me.” he teased and gave you another kiss, this one being sloppier and on your cheek. “want a foot rub ma?” he asked.

“god, yes. please.” you falter. 

“come on then.” he takes you by the shoulders and guides you towards your shared bedroom. 

when he flicks on the lights, rina— your four year old daughter —groaned softly. after a second she flipped over and sighed, seemingly falling back asleep.

“she’s been out since ten.” you whispered. 

“yeah?” hanta nods as he seats you down on the bed. he moves to your closet to change into his pajamas. 

you push the loose strands of hair laid on rina’s forehead back. her hair has been in dutch braids for two days, hanta having done it during a family movie night after endless pleading. and because she had asked politely and ate all her vegetables, hanta complied. (but you’re sure if she didn’t do either of those things hanta would still do it)

hanta appeared at the foot of the bed, tapping your foot. you position your legs on top of his lap and he lets out a content sigh as his hands move to message your feet with slow and intricate motions that were so full of love. “she’s so well behaved. we got lucky.” he says quietly. 

“or maybe she got it from me?” 

hanta lifts your leg up to kiss your ankle. “yeah, probably.” he smiles. “but this one?” his eyes fall on your bump and it’s as if his eyes are reflecting a sparkling night sky. “he’s gonna take after his daddy.”

you laugh at your husband's reference to himself as ‘daddy’ and let your head fall back onto the pillow as he pressed small circles into the soles of your feet, feeling the most comfortable you have all day. 

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

“hey babe, did you buy food for kumo?” you yelled from behind the kitchen counter. you bend down, searching through the grocery bags that were scattered throughout the kitchen floor.  

hitoshi emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his wet lavender hair with a towel. “‘course i did. what kind of father would i be if i didn’t?” he titled his head as he focused on drying one side of his head. 

“the same father you were last week.” you said through gritted teeth, rolling your eyes as you stood up. 

he scoffed. “can’t find it?”

you shook your head.

hitoshi dropped his towel onto his shoulders and walked into the kitchen. he crouched down, skimming through the bags like you had been moments earlier. 

he searched through one bag, then moved to another, then another. you watched with your hands on your hips, an amused expression painted on your face. 

then hitoshi coughed, “hey— uh, y/n?” he hands slowed down, but didn’t stop. 

“yeah?” your brows furrowed at his unsure tone. “what? don’t tell me you forgot it.” you squatted down besides him to help look again but before you could touch the bag hitoshi spoke. 

“no, no. it’s not that. i know i bought it.” he shook his head. “it’s.. something else.” 

you were more confused now. “what is it?”

hitoshi sucked in a breath through his nose and looked at you. “can we.. have another one?”

your mouth immediately fell open. “what?“

“look. i know we said we’d only have one, but kumo is lonely. did you know that? she practically cries every night for company.”

“babe that’s— i…” being too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence, you closed your mouth and thought. 

“please?” 

it wasn’t normal for hitoshi to get like this, all pleading and desperate. 

“toshi… can we really handle that right now?” you said cautiously. you didn’t want to get his hopes up, but seeing the way he was so persistent and seemed to mostly want this for kumo’s benefit, you couldn’t shut the idea down just yet. 

“why not?” his brows raised in reason. there was a glint of something in his eye, something that showed that he knew he’d already won.

though before you could confirm your decision, kumo crawled into the kitchen. she stopped at the bags near the archways threshold, sniffling them before skipping to the bags near the oven. she smelt the bag, then pawed at it. the bag folded under the weight and out rolled a can of cat tuna. a low purr rumbled from kumo’s throat. 

“kumo, you’re a genius.” hitoshi shuffled towards the oven and opened the can of tuna, letting kumo eat straight from it as he pet her. “great older sibling material.” he pointed out, glancing towards you briefly as he continued to pet her spotted head. “kumo! you're getting a little sibling!” he crooned, taking both his hands to run her hands over her ears and then scratch her chin.

you swore there him and his cat antics would be the death of you.

MORE KIRI STUFF YOU WRITE HIM AMAZINGGGG

⋆˚࿔ an orchid’s pollen

just as you find your artistic inspirations running low, a sweet flower boy sweeps in and gives you a new perspective on things.

contains: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, fluff, written + smau!!

authors note: thank u sm for the request AND compliment?? omg ur spoiling me 🤗 anywho i love kiri and i’ve had this idea for a minute now i’m soo happy i finally came around to writing it. this is for all the students or artist that are struggling rn :) u got this !!

word count: 2.8k

wandering. that’s what you were doing. wandering and pondering. 

the new school semester had left you with a fresh start; a clean canvas that you could fill however you wanted. the question was, what did you want?

even though you didn’t want to admit it, the evidence was there; you were slowly dwindling into an artist block. your motivation was low, school assignments being the only thing encouraging you to pick up your paint brush everyday. 

you groaned, your feet heavy on the pavement. anyone passing would undoubtedly see your pained expression. 

some ancient reddit post you’d read this morning said a change of scenery could “spark your creativity”. what a load of crap.

though you couldn’t deny, it was a pretty nice day out.

you found yourself in a boldly decorated plaza that you somehow never knew was so close to your campus. there was a slight breeze, but it was a warm, comforting one. fairy lights hung from the tall rising lamp posts, lighting up the smooth stone path under the soles of your shoes. beside the lights were mini pink banners printed with flowers, which you knew represented the spring flowers blooming. most shops had large windows, showing whatever it was they were selling on the display shelves. 

you scanned the side of the street you are on; a cafe, an antique shop, a bakery, another cafe. yeah, you weren’t feeling inspired. if anything you were feeling hungry. 

you moved your gaze to the other side of the street. more cafes, a clothing shop, and—.

a glimpse of a colorfully embellished shop caught your attention, managing to stand out on the already brightly decorated street. 

you picked up your pace, trying to get a clear view of the window. 

exploding with color were flowers planted on the window sill. there was a fair arrangement of different types of flowers with delicate shades of every color you could think of. roses, tulips, lilies. baby blue, lavender purple, golden yellow. 

your eyes widened, maybe that reddit post wasn’t lying after all. 

you quickly ran across the street.  

now, in front of the shop, you could see how pretty the flowers really were. their petals were shooting towards the sky, clearly having been grown in amazing conditions. 

you stared at the plants in awe for a moment. the petals seemed to speak back. your breath hitched and something sparked. you moved to pull out your phone, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t miss this perfect canvas opportunity. but before you could, a soft voice spoke up. 

“hello! could i help you with anything?” 

your body stiffened at the sudden disturbance. you looked over to where the voice had come from.

your eyes locked onto red ones.

the pair of eyes belonged to a boy who seemed to be around your age. he had bright red hair that stopped right below his chin though the back seemed to be longer, grazing along his nape. he had a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face, complimenting his soft eyes. you took notice in how he look just slightly disheveled, dirt speckled on his elbows and a thin line of sweat coating his forehead.

the green apron tied around his waist— which seemed to just barely wrap around his large figure —read: “daichi’s flowers”. the pockets of his apron seemed to be stuffed with hand tools; a white pair of what you assumed were gardening gloves, a scruffy towel, a pair of pruning shears, and a pack of seeds that you couldn’t quite make out the name of.

you realized how weird you must i’ve looked gawking at the flowers from outside the shop. 

“sorry! did i scare you?” the red haired boy brought his hand to the back of his hand, rubbing it awkwardly as he smiled apologetically.

you then realized you hadn’t replied to his first question. 

“oh— no! i mean— it’s fine.” you sputtered stupidly. nice going. “i was just browsing..” you attempted to justify.

“would you like to browse inside?”

your eyes narrowed, “welll…”

the inside of the shop smelt like heaven, a mix of pollen and a fruity incense hanging in the air. it only made sense but there were flowers everywhere. hydrangeas in mini clay pots, shrubs hanging from the ceiling, even lotus flowers floating around in little glass bowls. 

the shop glowed with a fluorescent yellow undertone, courtesy of the lantern shaded lights. music from a japanese pop band you didn’t know the name of played softly from the speakers above. the excessive amount of flowers led to simple decor, just a couple of paintings and photographs hung up on the walls. your shoes clunked against the white oak floor. it was really nice.

the employee hovered close behind you, not-so-subtle observing your every move. 

you shrugged it off and made your way to the right wall of the store— which was right beside the window display. there, they had different types of flowers neatly organized into wooden crates. taped onto each crate was a piece of paper with the name of the flower written and a short description. you leaned in, reading the script for the first crate of flowers lined up against the wall. 

chrysanthemum — for fidelity, joy, and long life. 

you tapped your finger against your hip. flowers have specific intentions?

you read on.

ranunculus —- for radiant charm and attractiveness.

dark center poppies — for beauty, magic, and eternal life. 

“they’re pretty cool right? mr daichi works really had to make sure all the flower bloom properly.” the boy chirped from behind your shoulder.

you straighten your posture and turn to face the boy. when you saw his grinning face— the way his smile hadn’t seemed to falter since you first encountered him —you felt something strange curl up in your chest.

 “…yeah.” you simply replied, too stifled to say much more. 

he didn’t allow silence to take up your interaction, quickly adding, “these are my favorite.” he pointed to a crated full of pink heavily petalled flowers. 

peony — for bravery, honor, good fortune, and self-expression. 

“i bring them to the gym.”

a smirk curled onto your lips, “you bring flowers to the gym?” you ask, tone just barely brushing the boundary of being teasing. you didn’t know the guy, but the idea of a big guy arriving at the gym with a blushing bouquet of peonies made you feel..  intrigued.

“yeah man! i gotta motivate my community somehow right?” he grinned, making large gestures with his hands as he spoke. 

your brows furrowed but the smile on your face remained. “does it work? like, encourage your gym members?”

“for sure! i know the guy at the front desk likes it! oh and last time bakubro loved them!” he stopped to scratch his cheek, “well.. he didn’t crush them like he usually does so i’d consider that a win.” the employee placed a thinking finger on his chin before nodding confidently and you laughed. suddenly your day felt a lot more hopeful. 

“okay well, do you have any flowers that could … get me out of a tough situation?”

“oh, trouble in paradise?” the boy grinned. 

you almost laughed again. painting and university was basically your entire life at the moment, leaving no time for relationship. (unless you consider your on and off time in the studio a relationship) “not quite..”

“then i’d suggest…” he walked further into the shop, skimming the shelves. you followed him until he stopped in front of a smaller crate. 

there laid a generous collection of reddish pink flowers with dark, glossy green leaves sprouting from their stems.

camellia — for desire, passion, and refinement. 

“these babies are absolutely gorgeous.” he carefully picked a flower from the crate and placed it out towards you, offering. “they should help you feel brand new.”

you took the flower, spinning it between your fingers to really examine it.

“they’re a type of bush, evergreen. so we sell them as singles.” 

you nodded at his words but really all your attention was on the camellia. 

you traced a delicate finger atop the petal. there was something so beautiful, so simple, about a single flower standing strong and still. the view pumped a familiar feeling through your blood; inspiration.

the employee must’ve taken notice in your admiration because not too long after his voice rose, “sooo, want me to ring that up for you?” he pointed back towards the register, a cheesy grin still on his face.

snapping out of your trance, meeting the red eyed boy's gaze for the second time that day. though now the sweetness had melted away, his eyes full of smoldering fire.  

and thought you wanted to do anything but douse that flame, you were a very broke art student. “i.. wasn’t planning on buying today. sorry.” you said sheepishly.

you began to put the flower back but he stopped you, gripping a firm hand on top of your wrist. “don’t!“

before you had time to react he pulled his hand away. you watched as he attempted to stuff it into his pockets but found they were full, so he just hid it behind his back. he brought his other hand to mouth and let off an awkward cough, “i mean, you seem like use it. to brighten your day, yaknow?”

you shook your head, confused.

“it’s on the house.”

“wha— are you sure? i could just leave it, it’s no big deal.” 

he nodded persistently, “i’m sure.”

you felt your cheeks grow warm. you weren’t sure if you were flattered or just embarrassed that this guy felt you needed handouts. 

you clenched the flower in your hand. “okay then,” you searched his apron for a name tag to no avail. “thank you..?”

thankfully he took the hint. “oh! kirishima! eijiro kirishima. and you’re..?”

“f/n l/n.”

“f/n l/n,” he repeated easily, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “l/n with the sticky situation, got it.”

you giggled. “well, thank you kirishima. for your help and—“ you carefully waved the flower, “this.”

“‘course! no problem at all.” he nodded.

you both stood there for a moment. you considered leaving then but for whatever reason the conversation felt unfinished. 

and like he read your mind, kirishima spoke up, “we get new flowers every friday.” you surveyed his face, his attitude seeming to have changed into a persuading one. “roses, sunflowers, sedums…” he trailed off. “um i guess what i’m trying to say is, you should stop by often! i swear these flowers bring good luck or something.” he chuckled, large hands finding their way to tangle up with his hair once again. 

“oh…” you blushed. was he flirting with you? “i’ll be really busy this semester...”

that was true. with your final project coming up you had to be super attentive to your work. 

“that’s fine!” he waved his hands frantically. “how about i text you whenever we get a new shipment? if you like the flowers we got then you could stop by.”

you were taken aback by his request, “you’d really do that?” you asked, but for some reason you felt like he wasn’t lying. he had such an honest, charismatic aura that you could clearly see when he first approached you at the front of the store and you were sure anyone else could spot from a mile away. 

“if it makes your day better then totally!” he proved, glowering in hospitality. 

“okay then. sure, why not.” i couldn’t hurt. occasionally text about flowers? yeah that couldn’t hurt at all. 

“awesome!” he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and handed it to you. 

you typed your number in and gave it back. 

“kirishima!” the voice of an older man called from out of sight. “i need you out the back!”

“that’s my cue. guess i’ll see you when i see you, yeah?” he jogged off towards the back of the store, giving you two thumbs up as he did.  you shook you head and smiled, “yeah, yeah. see you.” you gave him one last nod before you walked out of the glass doors, the start of a new inspirational era for you in hand.

“kirishima.” 

the red haired boy, who was facing the opposite side of the street, spun around. “hey! there you are.” 

you had taken the same walk you did three weeks ago, ending up at the exact spot where you first noticed daichi’s flowers from across the plaza. “the shop’s on the other side of the street, you know that right?” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder.

he let out a playful laugh, “of course. i just wanted to walk you across the street.” he said, nudging you back.

“oh..” you bit the inside of your cheek, praying that the slight burn you felt wasn’t showing on the surface of your skin. “thanks.”

kirishima smiled and looked both directions before tilting his head towards the road. you both walked across the street together, safely making it to the entrance of the flower shop. 

“we’ve been pretty busy recently. with the season change and all that.” kirishima said as he opened the glass door for you. 

when you walked in, you felt a rush of calmness wash over you. the plants were in the same place they had when you last came— as a matter of fact there were even more —and the smell of the strawberry incense still flurried in the air. you could definitely get used to this. “i’m glad we could find time to hang out.” 

“me too.” you said. you ogled at all the new additions, taking notice of the ones that kirishima had been texting you about for the past weeks. 

kirishima walked ahead of you and ducked behind the front counter. “i actually have something for you.” 

“you do?” you gripped onto your bag, which contained a mini 4 by 4 canvas. on the canvas, you had painted the camellia kirishima had given to you and a pink rose, which you remember him telling you meant appreciation.

it wasn’t your best work. it definitely didn’t take the most amount of time. but it had a deeper meaning, a strong feeling behind it. and wasn’t that what art was all about?

“yeah, it’s not much but..” you could see his hair— which was styled in big, tall spikes today —poke out from behind the counter as searched for your gift. when you heard rustling that sounded like paper you immediately knew what it was.  

kirishima pulled out a beautifully paper wrapped bouquet. twine and white ribbon circumstanced to lower stem, coming up in the front with a perfectly tied bow. the greenery consisted of boxwoods and yew that surrounded the main flower.

“they’re—“ 

“orchids.” you finished. within the brown paper held delicate pink orchids, their soft petals brushed with faint streaks of yellow. “representing love and.. confession” you said softly.

“you know.” kirishima spoke, almost breathless, like he couldn’t believe it. he came around the counter to be face to face with you and handed you the bouquet. “how’d you know?” he spurred stupidly. 

you took it bouquet, connecting your fingerprints to the vevetly speckles of yellow. “i may or may not have been touching up on my flower knowledge.” you confessed. you peered up at him, catching the way his expression went from and intrigued to radiant. he was practically glowing; his signature boyish smile on his lips, his pupils dilated and shining. and it was an absolutely precious sight. 

“that’s—” he let out a happy sigh. “awesome.” he swayed back on his heels “i mean, i was looking towards to telling you myself but,” he raised his hand towards the bouquet. “looks like you got it all figured out.” 

“thank you.” your smile was wide. you could feel how prominent your blush was but you felt no shame. “i have something to you too.” you reached for the canvas in your bag, almost hesitant, but when you glanced up and caught kirishima blazing eyes again, you felt at ease. “since my main piece isn’t done yet i made you this.” 

kirishima, who already had his hands out, accepted the gift. “y/n.” he only looked at the painting for a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your heart fluttered in your chest. “you didn’t have to.” he uttered, voice as soothingly as a lullaby.

“you didn’t either.” you held up the bouquet.

“it’s just—“ he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips together to desist his growing smile (which wasn’t working at all). “you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. and i’ve only know you for a couple weeks!” his eyes then abruptly fell to the floor. his next words were barely audible as he professed, “id love to get to know you more.” 

you giggled at his sudden feel to get shy.

hooking an arm around his, you proposed, “want to get stuffed on cafe pastries?” your tone clear of your intentions. 

he soften at your touch, “only if it’s a date.” he pressed, watching your lips quirk up into a smile, leading to his own doing the same.

“of course it’s a date.”

heyy i love your smaus 🩷🩷 and i wanted to request one where the reader texts the guys that they have an emergency but they only want them to like kill a spider and maybe like the aftermath of that 😭 (i ask you include hitoshi but other then that’s its up to you) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

⋆˚࿔ sticky situation

— includes: midoriya, kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader but denki says “mama”, can be platonic or romantic!

authors note: thankkk u for the request anon! denki, eiji, and hanta are scared of spiders canon!!!

hii bloom ily n u r so awesome.. I KNOW i was just in ur requests but im literally obsessed w u n ur work sooo bad, no rush on completing this!! just if you're wanting then could you do PERHAPS do boyfriend kiri content it can be smau drabble headcanon ANNND it can be sfw nsfw whatever!! but if u don't mind could u mayb do a kiri x f!reader moments where they are studying and the reader is really overwhelmed so kiri tries to cheer them up by going down on them 🙈🙈🙈

⋆˚࿔ where fire burns and molten melts

contains: nsfw content!! minors dni. f!reader, eating out, established relationship, fluffiest smut you’ll ever read.

authors note: so is this too intimate orrrrr

word count: 2.8k

you tapped your pen against the paper, glancing over to check the document on your laptop. your eyes darted back and forth between the two materials as you copied the text onto the paper. you were studying a case file of a villian you and hawks had captured a couple weeks back. police outlets recently revealed that the villain might be connected to a new murder case. 

hawks can never do his paperwork in time. so of course the newbie pro-hero has to do all his dirty work. your head spun and your eyes burned. the sun had already made its full route, and you were still working on the case. it had been hours at this point. 

you let out a quiet sigh as you sit back against the arm of your couch, rubbing your sore eyes. when your hands leave your face your gaze didn’t immediately go back to the screen sitting on your lap. 

they looked up.

there, eijiro is humming softly across from you. he using one hand to flip through a book— you know he’s probably reading something about dragons since fantasy is his favorite genre. his other hand is occupied with petting your legs; one draped across his toned thighs and the other bent up against his chest.

eijiro joined you on the couch two hours ago after a long, warm shower. his chirpy face and clarifying voice immediately saturated you and you told yourself you’d finish the file tonight. 

your boyfriend's hand were usually warm as he ghosted over your knee and thigh before settling back on your legs. he occasionally let out a small gasp or mumbled to himself about the story in his book, the noise blending in nicely to the background sound of the outside wind.

your apartment creaks under the wind's blow, catching eijiro’s attention. he looks up and his eyes widen slightly when his pupils find yours, a smile carving itself onto his face. “are you done baby?” he ask. the speed of his rubbing slightly increases and you feel like his fingertips could burn into your skin, as if to mark their territory.

you blink, eyes drifting back to your laptop. “not yet.“ you exhale, pushing your hair back. “it should just be a couple more hours.” you attempt to reassure, more so yourself than him.

“but—“ eijiro’s rubbing stops, his palm laying flat on your leg. the warmth from his hand merges into you, “you won’t get any work done when you like this.” he says, pouting.

you squint your eyes. something about his tone is off. his eyes are nothing short of pleading. maybe he’s tired? “you can go to bed. i’ll be right behind you.” you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. it was late and you both had had a long day.

“no, i want to be with you.” eijiro says, his tone surprisingly firm before it faints back to its familiarly sweet origin. the rubbing picks up before his voice, “i just think that you should take a break.”

“break—?” you nearly stutter. a break wouldn’t help now. not when you're already so focused. not when you were so close to being done.

as if he could read the doubts all over your face eijiro swiftly intervenes, “you deserve it.” he says, wrapping you into the comforting embrace of his voice. just that alone made you feel way less tense. he placed his book to the side and kissed your knee then laid his cheek against it.  

his eyes raked down your image—- taking in every detail, and you felt a pool of heat collect in your lower stomach. the kiss was so gentle, his words were so soft. it was impossible to resist him. 

you closed your laptop and carefully placed it onto the coffee table. “okay, a short break.” you said, emphasis on the short. 

eijiro cheers. he shifts, swapping his cheek out for his hand. he protectively gripped your knee as he positioned himself above you with his other hand holding onto the couch’s arm behind you. his head blocked the light from the kitchen, capturing his figure in outline of yellow glow. his grin shines as he dips his head towards you, eyes questioning.

you wordlessly nod, melting as his lips meet yours. his hands dance down and along your inner thigh but remain a safe distance from your growing problem. but it doesn’t matter because your lips fit eijiro like the perfect piece of a puzzle. 

you make use of your hands and settle them on the nape of his neck, resting along his black roots. and just like that all your worries wash away. all you can focus on now is how he’s gently nipping on your bottom lip, licking over it again and again.  

your tongue comes out of hiding and slithers into your boyfriend's mouth. eijiro groans, grip on you just barely tightening. he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. you breathe slowly, eijiro does the same, and you wonder how you both got carried away so quickly. 

“i love how dedicated you are to your hero work,” eijiro’s eyes are locked onto yours and his voice strained. 

you bite your lip, eijiro’s low rumbling voice traveling to cunt. you wonder if that should make you feel ashamed (it doesn’t). 

“but sometimes i miss having you to myself.” he whines, sounding utterly desperate. you suck in a breath and press your thigh together.

“oh baby,” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek. eijiro’s eyes falter into a dreamlike state, “you'll always have me,” you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. “i’ll always be yours.” you repeat. 

your boyfriend’s face is almost fully covered with blotches of pink. he groans again, a lighter one this time, and hides himself behind your shoulder, his mouth brushing against the tip of your ear. “let me help you relax.” his pleadingly whispers.

the words send an electrical shock through your body. you instinctively place a hand on his chest but don’t push back, “relax..?” you inquire cautiously. you know exactly what’s going through your mind, what you want. but you weren’t so sure your sweet, innocent, muscular, boyfriend was thinking. 

you are just now realizing how he’s towering over you. his bicep is flexed as his grip behind you stands strong. prominent vines run up and down his arm. his eyes are blurred with something. something that tells you his thoughts are leaning down a similar road as yours.

he looks down and hooks his hand under your propped up knee. his thumbs drag along your skin. “relax.” he repeats. 

now you know exactly what he means. your boyfriend lives off of treating you like royalty. no matter what he always puts you and your pleasure first. and the way he buries himself between your thighs and feasting like it’s last meal makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are.

the blood rushes to your head as your mind gets flooded with thoughts of seeing him like that; seeing him be so attentive, so submissive. and all of it just being for you. you could really use that about now.

before you can open your mouth to reply, eijiro gravitates his hand to hover over your clothed core. and though he doesn’t touch you directly, your breath still hitches. 

“like this.” eijiro confirms— though you were sure he knew that you knew what he meant —his warm breath tickling your skin. 

“eiji—“ you want to reason with yourself, to have an excuse. but fuck your boyfriend’s fingers, your boyfriend’s tongue, is way better than the lazy ‘thanks’ you would receive from hawks for completing the case file on time.

“can i?” he kisses the spot between your jawline and neck. your next breath in is mixed with a moan and you decide that this torture as gone on long enough.

“yeah, yeah go ahead. please.” you attempt to hide the undertone of neediness in your voice.

eijiro reels in your acceptance. he buckles down to his knees, big hands resting on the outer side of both your thighs. he doesn’t waste time prying your legs open and placing a kiss on top of your clit. the gesture seeps beneath the layers of clothing leaving a buzzing feeling swirling in your warmth. your chest arches up slightly as you take a deep breath. 

“sorry,” eijiro retreated, leaning his head on your thigh. “i won’t get ahead of myself.” he murmurs and your heart soars. he always takes his time with you— treating you like his prized possession. eijiro goes on to intricately kiss along your inner thighs and occasionally decorate them with pretty tooth marked petals. you hands floated to hold onto his hair, messaging it sweetly. every mark he left felt like a touch to the sun and your skin flourished in the burn. 

you groaned impatiently, “babe, please.” you brought up your other hand and caressed his cheeks. his gaze was filled with an aching kind of love, one that spoke of quiet promises and unshaken devotion. it sometimes still makes you nervous. “i want you now.” you breathed out.

eijiro urgently nodded and repositioned the two of you so he could easily peel off your shorts. he did so carefully. once the shorts slipped off your legs he folded them in half and put them on the coffee table behind him. 

he returned his face back to you to find you wiggle your hips, silently begging for some type of friction. eijiro licks his lips, soaking in the sight of you being so vulnerable underneath him. “having all of your attention,” eijiro sounds out of breath as he gradually takes your underwear off. “it’s all i want.” he lets out a strangled groan when your glistening slick is revealed. 

eijiro is lost for a minute. your whine at his staring causes his focus to come back. 

he puts your underwear off to the side and resumes his teasing kisses. working around your throbbing walls, “this is all i want.” he speaks into your skin, his words causing every inch of your body to react. “you’re all i want.” 

you can’t understand why eijiro feels the need to say all of this now. you know. you know how much he loves you. you know how much you mean to him. he had proven time and time again that you’re his number one. 

but still, you find yourself struck by his words. “eiji.” you whine. you tugged the hand that was tangled in his blazing hair and eijiro immediately halts. “please.”

“sorry babygirl,” he says and finally hooks both of his hands under your knees. he keeps a steady grip and pushes your legs back, completely exposed to your soaked pussy, “didn’t mean to make us wait.” 

he gives an experimental kiss to your clit before fully committing. his fingertips press into your skin as he leans forward and latches onto your bud. you let out a filthy moan at the contact. eijiro, wanting to pawn more of the sound out of you, does it again. your hands run to free the strands of hair blocking his view— mostly so you can get a better look of his face while his spit mixed in with your juices.

the room is suddenly full of sounds of squelching and soft moaning, both coming from you. eijiro is ruthless. his jaw is slacked open, licking up as much of you as he can. 

when he circles his tongue around your clit, your legs, that are hanging behind his shoulders, pull him in closer. eijiro’s eyes don’t leave your face, it was clear that he wanted to see how you reacted to every single touch. you throw your head back into the corner of the couch, absolutely hypnotized by the feeling of his tongue traveling so passionately inside of you.

“eiji you—.” you find that your ability to speak is gone, your words coming out as a whimper. 

your boyfriend doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, fully immersed in you. your mouth— which you don’t remember leaving open —stings around the edges, feeling numb. eijiro slurps your wetness on his flat tongue. you shutter. 

and although your head is cloudy and you can barely focus, you know the boy thrives on praise and you feel the need to let him know how good he’s doing.  “you’re doing ah-amazing, baby.” you babble.

eijiro moans. you watch as his brows furrow and his hips buck against the couch below. the sight causes something in your stomach to coil. eijiro pulls away from your heat to trail kisses up your stomach. one of his hands moves from under your knee, dropping your leg on his shoulder and moving down to your folds. the contrast of his rough fingers to your soft skin was like a blade to silk. opposites, but somehow blending together perfectly.

and like he’s done dozens of times before, eijiro tips his finger into you, slowly. the movement never fails to drive you crazy. eijiro is careful— as always. you can see the focus flashing in his eyes as he inches his fingers deeper into you, engrossed in your glowing entrance. 

you blushed. you didn’t expect to take this this far, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the stretch and eijiro’s mouth is already off to licking your clit again as he adds another finger. your hips wiggle at the feeling of being full. your body tenses up for a moment and eijiro stops, but when you let out a satisfied sigh he continues. eijiro holds you steady as pumps his fingers in and out of your sex, deliciously stretching you open. at the same time his tongue, dripping in your taste and scent, laps over your folds.

eijiro rides your leg up higher and pulls away again. he leans into you,  “such a pretty girl.” he whispers against your thigh, still working his fingers inside you. “i love you,” he kisses your knee. “so so much. you know that?”

you nod your head aggressively, a half-cry, half-whimper leaving your lips. “i know.” you mumble. you feel lightheaded and your ears are starting to ring. your heart is racing but you don’t feel scared in eijiro’s presence, you feel blissful. “ah—i love you too.” 

eijiro takes the initiative to slip his fingers out, wanting you to finish on his tongue. you don’t waste time mourning on the absent feeling because eijiro is quick to fill you up again. 

he licks you up and down, his nose now becoming a part of the shiny mess. eijiro increases his speed and intensity as his nails print crescent moons in your flesh. 

the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your boyfriend mewled into your folds. through shaky breaths your titled your head up, watching him devour you, practically making out with your pussy. the sight manages to send you over the edge, pleasure blooming inside of you. “baby, i— i’m gonna..” your voice gets caught in your throat and your mind goes blank, solely focused on the enticing sensation.

“uh huh i know. go right ahead, precious.” eijiro drunkenly slurs into your wetness. 

the muscles in your thighs stiffen as your legs jerk up. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only sensation— the sharp pull of ecstasy, the dizzying warmth of release. a broken string of moans and short heavy breaths jolt out from your gut, your white blood drained knuckles contrasting with your boyfriend's vibrant red hair.

eijiro’s mouth doesn’t stop until a couple of seconds later; licking you clean and littering kisses all over your now swollen lips. you heart is pounding so loud you could hear it’s rhythm thumping in your ears. your entire body has gone slack as your boyfriend stands up from his kneeling position.

you don’t get the chance to fully recover from your high before eijiro speaks up, “the case. it’s about the villian you and hawks took down in mandaree, right?”

you struggle to make out your boyfriend's words, “huh—?”

“don’t worry sweetheart. i’ll do it for you.” eijiro kisses your cheek, leans back, and then kisses your forehead. “alrighty, up!” without warning eijiro picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he quickly makes his way to your bedroom. 

eijiro gently descends you onto the velvety sheet ontop of your bed. you squirm at the feeling of the cool sheet beneath you. a long exhale escapes your mouth. 

the bed dips down as eijiro crawls in beside you. it’s hard to ignore the trace of wetness clung to his mouth and dripping down his chin. the evidence of his work makes your stomach weakly tighten again. 

you press a thumb to his lips and wipe off the slick from his satisfied grin.   

eijiro takes this as an invitation. “sooo,” he rubs your arm, big eyes sparkling, “need some more help relaxing?”

omg hii bloom!! i love your works so much so can i request

headcannons 4 mha boys /w their cheerleader girlfriend !!

⋆˚࿔ cheer fever

being the mha boys' cheer captain girlfriend! (,,>﹏<,,)

— includes: kirishima + kaminari + sero (in that order)

contains: f!reader, fluff, established relationship

authors note: wait i love this request too it’s so wholesome. no shinsou this time cus i can’t envision him here, sorry 😓

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is your sweet jock boyfriend, making you the typical football player x cheerleader couple.

following this trope; your boyfriend is so obsessed with seeing you in his variety jacket. literally gets cuteness aggression and pinches your cheeks.

eijiro LOVES when you’re in your cheer uniform. everytime time he sees you in it he fumbles over his words trying to explain how good you look!

he gets so flustered when he sees you cheering for him on the sidelines. it gives him so much motivation knowing your cheering for him.

after a game he runs straight to you and spins you around, kissing you alllll over. “we did it!” he believes you give him all the strength he had to play (you do).

walks you home after cheer practice.

one time you got him flowers to celebrate his last game of the season. when he saw them, he cried because he got you flowers too! the biggest sweetheart ever.

half of his post on social media are of the both of you after games! he always posts on his story letting people know that his team will be playing and that you’ll be cheering as well. he’s so supportive.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

denki is a loser, everyone knows. so everyone is also confused on how he bagged the most attractive cheerleader in the school.

he brags to EVERYONE about you, it’s a bit embarrassing, but still charming.. “oh yeah, my girlfriend!? she’s the cheer captain!” (no one asked)

forces his friends to come to games so they can help him support you. he’d bring a huge sign with glitter and your name spelt with macaroni while screaming “that’s my girlfriend!!”

still a flirty dork; “need help with your stretching exercises?” randomly asks you to do flips and splits because he genuinely thinks it’s cool.

tried to learn how to braid hair so he can do your game day hair, but he’s not very good at it </3 still, he helps apply your glitter and lipgloss.

no need to hire a photographer because denki will take an album full of photos of you when you're cheering.

after games he gives you a big hug and kisses the crown of your head. “another amazing job, you never miss.” he’ll also take you shopping after special occasions.

+ wore your cheer uniform as a joke once but ended up really liking it on himself.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

chill boyfriend x cheerleader girlfriend: you guys are a power couple.

hanta was kind oblivious about cheer at first so he does a lot of research to make sure he’s supporting you properly. and he does it every time; chocolates, flowers, and small gifts.

when you tell him he had the body and muscle to be a cheerleader (mostly joking) he freaks and offers to help you practice. he quickly becomes your spot when you're practicing at home!

hanta is obsessed with hearing the drama going on between you and your cheer team, “no way she said that! seriously, she needs to pick a struggle.”

carries all your makeup and equipment wherever you need it.

fixes your bow/skirt and gives you a big smooch before each game. if he notices that you’re nervous before a performance he’ll give you the silliest pep talk to make you laugh. “go out there and show them what you got, yeah?”

when you’re studying together, he’ll beg you to ‘cheer’ him on. sometimes you decide to give him that pleasure just to see that wide grin on his face.

Eijirou Kirishima x Shy!Reader

Summary: Class 1A goes on a field trip and the bus ride there gets very interesting

Quirk: You can control plants and make them grow from the ground. You need a base through, like a seed or root and you can make it grow from that. You can move it and make it grow bigger and taller than it is (i.e. you can make a flower huge if you wanted to). If overused, you get dizzy and could pass out.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, slight plot change

WC: 1,267

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You were always the quiet type, not one to socialize that much. So, when you got into the most prestigious hero school in Japan, you were so nervous. The first few weeks you wouldn’t talk to anyone, gaining the title of the quiet girl. You did eventually make some friends, through the two girls who first approached you. Uraraka and Ashido. They let you hang out with them and their squads, though you weren’t very close to them, you got along with them just fine.

Midoriya was known to be awkward around certain people and so he knew what it was like for you not to be able to carry much of a conversation, and he saved you every time you stuttered and froze up. Iida liked you as you were very quiet and never caused trouble, you studied and he helped you from time to time. 

Todoroki and you had an okay relationship, you were both quiet but he was able to open up a little more than you and didn’t have as much trouble socializing as you. He helped you in some conversations and told you how to open up a little more but the difference was he was only quiet and you were shy, you thanked him for all his advice though. 

Asui tried to include you in conversations, and she was kind like that. She was quite observant and could see when and when not to bring you up in conversation. Aoyama was self centered and would use that when you wanted to divert attention from yourself. 

All in all, the Dekusquad was very determined to make you comfortable with them and others. The Bakusuad though, they were a different story, as soon as Ashido introduced you to them they immediately tried to get you out of your shell. They always complimented you about how smart and beautiful you were, especially Kirishima and Kaminari, and you always blushed and stuttered when they did. 

Sero was always more kind to you, he respected your boundaries and saved you when you froze up. Kaminari wanted to get you to be more sociable, he was always including you in conversations and constantly raised your self esteem. Bakugou was always rude to everyone, he wasn’t very different to you. He would never compliment you but he wouldn’t insult you as much as everyone else. And to be honest, he would throw hands to anyone who would hurt you. 

Kirishima just wanted to get close to you. He wanted to impress you and make you feel comfortable. He wanted you to be happy in school and you were, because of all your friends. He liked you too, not just as a friend, and his whole squad knew but wouldn’t tell you as they didn’t want you to get embarrassed. They did push him to you and you did enjoy his company. Just his overall energy was very welcoming and fun. 

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You were sitting in lunch with the Bakusquad. They were discussing the upcoming overnight field trip. “Where are we even going?” Kaminari asked.

“To a camp, I heard we’re not even training, we’re just going to have fun!” ashido chirped excitedly

“Tch, why are we even doing this?” Bakugou grumbled,.

“I heard the Principal said each class is having an outing to rest and refresh, just enough to let us do better in training” Kirishima commented

“Ah, to ease the soreness of intense training” You said quietly

“Exactly!” Kirishima beamed at you, excited that you replied to him, normally not talking in conversations.

You smiled back at him as the table were deciding who to sit with on the bus. You went pale, you didn’t like choosing seatmates because you weren’t as close with people as they were to each other. Ashido noticed and asked you, “why don’t you sit with us?” 

“U-uh, sure” you said and continued eating your food. Behind your back Ashido gave Kirishima a look, him blushing, understanding the wordless conversation they had.

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You got in the bus and followed Ashido to the seat, you were about to sit in the seat closest to the door but Ashido sat in the seat two away frm it. It meant you had to sit in between her and someone else. You got nervous as it might be someone who you weren’t close with bu you visibly relaxed when you saw it was Kirishima. He smiled at you, “Is this seat taken?” he asked. You shook your head as he sat next to you. You blushed and looked away, he was so attractive. You had to admit, even if you didn’t exactly have a crush on him, he was someone you liked to spend time with. The only problem being you couldn’t talk to him much without blushing and stuttering. 

He made small conversation with you and you tried to continue it as much as possible but you would occasionally stutter and freeze. He would laugh it off and save you from embarrassment, something you were thankful for. At one point, you yawned, telling him you were gonna take a nap and leaned on Ashido’s shoulder. She let you fall asleep before she looked at Kirishima.

He got scared at the look she gave him as she laughed evilly. He shushed her seeing as you were sleeping peacefully. “She’s a heavy sleeper, don’t worry” She said. She told Kirishima to lift up his arm and straighten it. He did as told, confusion written on his face as other people started to watch to find out what Ashido was up to. 

She shoved you off of her and onto Kirishima. “Mina!” He whisper-shouted. Because of his arm being up, you were laying on his chest. People were laughing at his red face, taking pictures and telling him to wrap his arm around you. He reluctantly did so and you stirred. Everyone went quiet and he panicked, mentally preparing himself for facing your embarrassment. He constructed an apology in his mind as you shifted your body around. You ended up laying your head on the middle of his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso.

A blush erupted in his face, his cheeks getting as red as his hair. You lightly snored in your sleep. His face softened and pulled you to him tightly. He stared at you for a little, everyone finishing up their photoshoot and returning to their conversations. Ashido smiled brightly at him, knowing she did her job, and talked to the person beside her.

Kirishima laid his head on yours, inhaling your sweet scent, the scent lulling him to sleep. God, how he wanted this, he imagined you two being like this, and he wanted to make it happen one day. What can he say, he was head over heels for you. He dreamed about this, cuddling you like this, sleeping with you like this, it was almost perfect.

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You woke up, your eyes still closed as you wondered what you were sleeping on. The scent was comforting, and your arms were wrapped around it, your head was laying on it. It felt great. Then you came to the realization that you were laying on someone. Your eyes shot open and saw a familiar white t-shirt. You looked up, your head forcing Kirishima’s to stop laying on yours. His eyes opened as you both stared at each other, eyes wide. everyone was getting out on the bus and you quickly stood up. 

“I’m sorry!” You said and quickly hopped off the bus, blushing. Oh my god you just slept on Kirishima! You felt weirdly giddy at the thought. Did he enjoy it? Was he even okay with it? He was sleeping on you too so you could only assume yes.

When the class marched forward to where they would be sleeping, you tugger on Kirishima’s shirt to stay behind. Looking at your shoes, your face red, “Um... thanks for letting me sleep on you...” You mumbled

He smiled an rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s alright! It was actually really comfortable...” He said the last part quietly, though letting you hear it. You were both blushing and not looking at each other. A surge of confidence surged through you as you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, “maybe we can do it again on the way back” you suggested and left to catch up to the class. He stood there shocked and blushing, touching the part of his cheek that your plush lips pressed against. He came to his senses and smiled brightly, running up to the class excited to tell his friends what happened.

CUDDLING W/ EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

POOR BOY CANNOT KEEP HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU

He’s always been touchy with his friends but with you it’s a different story he has the need to touch in some way constantly like he can’t live without it

The boy will pull you into his chest no matter what your doing. Standing in training he’s pulling you to his chest and wrapping his arms around you. Sitting on couch in the living room he’s picking you up and putting you on his lap so he can put your head on his chest.

Head scratches all the time he can’t help it he loves seeing you comfortable it makes him feel so manly.

Sometimes when he’s not feeling the best he will lay on your chest and wrap his arms around your torso just squeezing you. Your hands will play with his hair the whole time even when he was sleeping.

SPOONING HE LOVES IT

Pulling your back into him with his arms around you and one leg hanging over you it’s just so comfortable for him. Not mention how safe it feels to have the boy wrapped all around your body keeping you warm at night.

One time when Bakugo came over he scoffed when he saw the two of you cuddled up on the couch. So he pushes one of you over and sits down “Damn extras always taking up space” he grunts sitting down on the end of the couch changing the channel to what he wants to watch. You sit up pouting “Your just mad no girl will come within a ten foot radius of you” you scoff your eyes widen when you see the boys hands start to flare up. Kirishima stands up and pushes you away “RUN BABY ILL STALL HIM GET TO SAFTEY” he yells as Bakugo stands up “THE HELL DID YOU SAY U DAMN EXTRA” the blonde yells as you run out the door. You never spoke out to Bakugo ever again and now Kirishima always stays a bit in-front of you when the blonde explosive boy is around.

He kisses your head when you’re sleeping on his chest. The boy can’t help it you’re just so cute laying there without a care in the world.

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꣑୧ Head cannons of being in a poly relationship with Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima

You and Eijiro are the only people who can attempt to calm Bakugo down when he gets mad

Bakugo & Kirishima are so overprotective when your all outside

Both you and Katsuki are always telling Kirishima how manly he is after he opened up to you two about his past

Bakugo hates people touching him unless it’s you and Kirishima

Laying in his room with a book in his hand Bakugo tries his hardest to study but with you and Kirishima giggling every few seconds about god knows what, he can’t seem to focus. The blonde slams his book shut “Can you two just shut up for a few seconds” he growls at you both crossing his arms over his chest.

You look at the blonde then back at the redhead next to you “Mabye you need to laugh too Kats” you say a sly smile growing on your face as you get up going towards the blonde. He looks at you watching your every move, you come slow to his bending down to give him a kiss.

As he’s distracted by your lips on his Kirishima has the opening to sneak on Bakugo and grab the boys waist taking him by surprise. Katsuki moves away from you confused only to burst out laughing as Kirishima tickling his waist. You clim on top of the blonde holding his hands down so he can take his punishment. The blonde huffs “ENOUGH BOTH OF-“ he can’t finish his yelling before he’s laughing again out of breath. He was strong enough to push you off of him but he knew how much fun you and Eijiro were having doing this to him so he let you both continue. He would never admit it out loud but he was having a little bit of fun too.

Both of the boys are protective of you especially when there’s another boy around you

You and Mina are the queens of pulling pranks on the two of them

It took weeks for the class to find out you three were a thing they just assumed you guys were all very very close

The only reason the class knows it because Izuku may have gotten a little too close to you one day learning about your quirk..

Sitting down in the class 1A living room you make energy move between both your hands with your quirk as Izuku’s request. The green haired boy couldn’t help himself he needed to learn more about your quirk. His eyes widen “Can you turn the energy into ball?” he asks you his eyes not moving from your hands.

Thinking for a second you shrug “I don’t know how I would do that” you admit moving the energy around your hands. Midoriya grabs both your hands and pushes them together to push the entry together, he starts moving your hands around to turn the energy into a ball like making a snowball. Bakugo walks through the hallway with Kirishima both boys pausing as they see you on the couch with Midoriya’s hands on top of yours some of the class watches with excitement.

Bakugo doesn’t wait a second before storming up to you and grabbing Midoriya’s shoulders pushing him away from you. He glares at the boy “Get your hands off my girlfriend you damn Deku” he growls at the boy while Eijiro sits next to you holding both your hands in his.

“Your hands should only be touching ours baby” Eijiro whispers to you while Bakugo continues to yell at Midoriya. He stands up and yells at everyone to shut up “WAIT IF SHES YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHY ARE YOU LETTING KIRISHIMA TOUCH HER” the boy yells confused on what the hell is happening.

“Because she’s our girlfriend” Both boys say at the same time.

The three of you train together and don’t hold back only trying to make each other stronger

Bakugo’s the grump cat while you and Eijiro are the golden retriever’s

Both of the boys would do anything for you no matter what the circumstances

Bakugo’s mom is still shocked everyday on how he pulled two very sweet people

Your constantly sitting on one of the boys laps or holding there bicep or hand it makes you feel safe being around the two strong boys

Authors Note: COMMENT FOR PART 2

sorry I’ve been so inactive I’ve been really busy but best believe I will be writing more so send in any and all requests

My Hero Academia Masterlist

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late night drives ➵ eijiro kirishima

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From: Eijiro

Hey baby, want to go a drive?

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The text from your boyfriend couldn’t have come at a better time, having just got in from a long day at your job. It was always taxing in your opinion, but today especially had left you completely drained. Your plans had already been to have a call with him once you were ready for bed, but this seems a much better alternative to that.

Sending him a reply that you’ll be ready in the next few minutes, you’re told he’s on his way not long after. Making your way into your room, you get changed into something much more comfortable as you usually do when you go for drives with him. It was almost like a tradition the two of you had started whenever either of you had a hard time - there had been no talks of you moving in together just yet so being apart on the nights you crave each others company the most came with this middle ground.

Not long passed before you watched him pull up outside your apartment building, all but racing down the stairs so that you could see him quicker. Just as you make it out of the door, he’s leaning against the passenger door in waiting. Even with the lack of energy you have from your day, you manage to practically bolt towards him and into his arms.

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𓆜⋆˚࿔  — sweet creature

humans were told to be dangerous and evil! Yet you couldn't bring yourself to believe that, not when this one was so kind to you.

pairings : pirate!eijiro k. x mermaid!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : reader uses simplified language (example: "Eijiro want gift?" or "I bring gift!" MIGHT SOUND CRINGE IDK IM SORYYYYYY, pirate slangs used (a lot), reader is EXPLICITLY said to be female.

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The sea is vast. 

An immense home to mysteries yet to be unfolded. Depths of stories to be told, and songs to be sung. Yet other than that, the sea is brutal. Jaws ready to clench down on whoever shall puff up their chests and voyage upon it. Even more so, beyond all its mysteries and horrors, the great blue held beauties inside it.

One of them, was you. Your kind. Mermaids.

Folk of the water roaming the vast seven seas, keeping the ocean lively and chattering. Most of it was probably you. You could never seem to satisfy the itch in your tail to swim, swim, and swim—exploring every crook and cranny of the coral reefs, poking your head at every cave just to be chased out by a shark or an electric eel. Yet one goal in your mind was to collect; collect those trinkets which sometimes seem to descend from heaven above.

Sometimes a ring, sometimes a bigger ring, large enough to fit through your wrist, other times, it was smaller, weird-shaped, yet not less beautiful. Maybe this was the way gods provide you, yet you’re unsure. Just to be safe–and to admire them, you keep these findings safely in your small den of treasure. A sanctuary you had made for these glimmering and shimmering things to be praised upon. 

Humans are what your kind calls them. 

Those peculiar creatures on the land above, somehow surviving without water filling up their air. You wonder how it feels up there, is it… not water-y? It’s strange! Do they not want to move faster? Why do they have to move that way? 

Clumsy little creatures, you find yourself giggling at their silly movements. So slow, so adorable. Maybe you could teach them to swim. Sometimes you wonder—why do your elders always call them so…

Dangerous.

Your thoughts could never go peacefully—sometimes a fish would run into you to interrupt it, or sometimes a fellow mer-folk needed your help in harvesting the ripe seaweeds. 

This time, a small pebble had hit your head.

Plink!

☄. *. ⋆

“That–blige sucking buccaneer! I can ne’er catch a break!! What’re ya s’posed to do?! Throw away the whole ship?!” The boy grumbled, his eyes narrowed in frustration as his arms flailed forward to throw a small rock he had found.

“Why am I always at the blame?! He’s always speakin’ like he’s an old salt! We’re the same age, damnit!” He threw another rock, letting out a huff as his chin dug to his knees. 

Plunk! Thunk!

At first the red haired didn’t notice it, kept his mouth rambling about the ship’s captain which he found oh-so frustrating, until–

Plunk! 

“Ow—hey!!” His head darted to the back, yet finding no one.

“...What the..?” He muttered, softly now as if embarrassed for being angry at the air.

Then he continued, deciding to ignore the rock thrown to his head just now. His gaze met the water again, pouting as he picked up another rock.

“Can’t believe m’ stuck with em,”

He throws another one,

“if only a half decent job was here, I’d drag my ass out of this—!”

Then another one,

Plunk!

“Hey!!” Shooting up to his feet, he pointed to the ocean in anger. “Stop doin’ that, will ya?!”

But then a tail flicked up again, throwing back a pebble, this time hitting his chest. And now he was frozen in horror.

Eijiro was nothing but experienced. Three years of voyaging the sea, he’s seen almost all—fishes, birds, bird-fishes, but not this. 

The tail was different, a large fish would be one thing but this? It was no fish. Not with those pair of curious eyes eyeing him from below the surface, grinning like he was the funniest thing in the world.

Without a second to hesitate, his first choice was to shout–yell, ducking down and scurrying his fingers as he found another larger rock, throwing it to the creature in fear, hoping that it’ll go away.

“Demon! Blasted—sea witch!!” He flailed his arm, his knees grew weak as he crawled back, a hand dragging him away from the dock while his other hand kept desperately throwing rocks, even grabbing handfuls of sand to the ocean.

“Get away!! Away, I say!!”

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Is this why they say they’re dangerous?

You giggled softly, raising yourself up the dock while your hands propped up as you peeked your head up, smiling to the human. Your claws gripped tight to the wood as you waved a hand to him, at least that’s how you see them greet each other.

Goodness, he was so loud! It’s so amusing to see him shout around like that—was he trying to say hello? Perhaps you should shout back? 

You opened your mouth, grinning as you shouted back, mimicking his sound. 

Yet the color from his face just seemed to drain completely.

He spoke again, his hands came together as he knelt down to the ground. He’s funny, you like him. Why was he frowning? As much as you know—when your sister was frowning it meant she was sad, distressed. Did you do that to him? Goodness, that’s not right…

So you dug back down, splashing into the water while your eyes already trained to the direction you knew too well, to your den—the shrine of where you kept all your treasures. Maybe if he sees something so shiny and beautiful, he shall smile again! Yes, yes, you shall pick for him a gift!

Your fingers scattered on each tip of your glistening objects, then your eyes found the perfect one—a small, yet long, and shining, sharp ends, it reminded you of his teeth. Peculiar human, his teeth looked like a shark’s! 

With a wide smile, you pridefully swam back with the treasure in your hands, surely he would love this, and cherish it! Your tail swished rapidly, until you found the same dock again, towering over the surface as you peaked your head out the water again, finding him curiously calling upon the water.

You reached out a hand, softly tapping on his shoulder.

☄. *. ⋆

“Gah–!!”

Eijiro threw himself back as the small yet sharp tap landed on his shoulder, his eyes darting from the creature’s face to her hand, still outstretched to him. Then it—she..?—smiled, grinning ear to ear as she lifted up a small fork, pointing to it while her eyes flickered from him to the fork.

“D-don’t eat me!! Please!!” He yelped, covering his face with his hands.

Then he heard a huff, some of that frustrated, disappointed huff as the creature placed down the fork, pointing to it with a small pout on her face, mumbling wordless noises as she pushed it to him, as if urging him to take it. 

His hands slowly lowered, gaze turning to that of curiosity. “...For…me..?” He pointed to himself, face twisted into confusion.

Then she whined, throwing her arms up as she nodded, her finger pointing to him.

“...A fork…?” He chuckled, amusement filling up his voice. “You gave me…a fork?”

Then she nodded, still furrowing her brows in determination. “Fork, fork!!” Her finger still jabbing to the metallic object on the wood. “Fork!”

His lips finally curved up to a smile, chuckling again as he picked up the fork, “For me?” He asked, pointing to himself.

“Mm! Me!” She insisted, pointing to him as she nodded fervently, her eyes beamed with hope. “Me, me!!”

Eijiro chuckled, “No, not like that,” softly shaking his head as he slowly took her hand, though hesitating. He guided her finger to his chest, “Me,” then to herself, “You.”

“...Woo..?” 

“No, silly, you,” He grinned, pointing to his mouth. “I’m Eijiro, you are…?”

“...Ah..?” She tilted her head, brows stitched back together in confusion. “E..row…?”

“Ei-ji-rou,” 

Her fingers flew to her lips, touching them as if trying to mimic his movement. “Ee..jirou..?”

“Yes!! Yer gettin’ it!” He beamed up, nodding as he laughed in pride. “What’s your name?”

“...Yoo.. Eejirou,”

“Me…?” 

“No, dummy,” Eijiro snickered, guiding her hand back to his chest. “Me, Eijiro. And you are…”

“Oh!”

She placed a finger on his chest “Eijiro,” then to herself, “Y/n!” Her grin was wider now, throwing her arms up in celebration as she twirled in the water, tail swishing up and down as she cheered.

“Eijiro! Y/n!!”

He chuckled softly, shifting himself to prop his arm up on his knee—his previous complainings forgotten so suddenly. Eijiro’s face bloomed a smile as he admired the silverware given by the strange creature, the surface reflecting back the orange hue of sunset. “Aye, Eijiro and y/n.” He hummed softly, drifting his gaze to the rejoicing new friend he had made.

☄. *. ⋆

The next evening there it was again, a fork. Bigger this time, seemed newer too. As the dock creaked softly under his steps, Eijiro chuckled while he bent down to pick up the fork, only to be met with a small splash to his face and the sound of a sweet giggle.

“Eijiro!” You called out, smiling at his shocked face twisting into a playful grin. “Fork! You!” You chimed up, a pride look sitting in your eyes as you swam closer. 

“Aye,” He snickered, lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the dock, letting his feet hang down to the water. “It’s big this time,” Lifting up the fork to the setting sun, he turned it slightly, admiring it. “Big, lassie. Big” He repeated, grinning to you.

“Big?” Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows. “Big.. fork?” 

“Yes,” He chuckled as he nodded. “Big fork, indeed.”

☄. *. ⋆

Waves brought many gifts upon the world, sometimes it was a small clump of corals, or sometimes bringing back what may have been lost. And so did you—you brought many gifts to Eijiro, a strange human whom you’ve made to smile. Nights you’ve spent with him by that same dock as he rambled on and you would nod as if you understood his words, yet you slowly did. You knew he was a pirate, whatever that was. He says he sails the seas, and that he likes to eat fish. You learned the word friend. That’s what he called you and other humans he knew.

One night, you returned again to the dock. Your heart thrummed with excitement with this gift. It’s the most-amazing-great-good one yet! A pearl cradled softly between your fingers as you clutched your hand tightly to your chest, pushing your tail a strong current to push you forward to that dock, where you could already see his feet hanging down to the water.

“Eijiro!” You piped up, beaming up from the water. “Gift, again! For you!!” Lifting the pearl up in the air, you swung it to his face as you shook it in front of him, which he chuckled softly in response. “What is that?” He asked, opening his palm for you.

“Uh…Ball!” You nodded, placing the delicate pearl to his grasp. “Shining ball!” 

He froze as he eyed the small imperfect sphere, the moonlight danced upon the surface like rainbows. He breathed out a small huff of admiration, “...What..?” 

“Oh no… Eijiro… don’t like..?”

“What?” He shot up, waving his hand around. “No, no! I like it, I love this, y/n”

“It’s a true beauty, lass. Thanks,” He smiled.

“Welcome,” You replied, propping yourself up the dock as you looked up at him. 

“Where’d ya learn that one?”

With a proud smile, you pointed to him again. “Eijiro!”

☄. *. ⋆

“Hail up the sails, Eijiro!!” Katsuki’s voice commanded gruffly, his hand busy with sharpening a small dagger to a stone.

“Aye!” He answered, rope already tight to his hands, the familiar dull pain of the small shreds of the material digging into his skin as he pulled the rope with a grunt. For a brief second as he pulled the rope, his eyes caught a glimpse of the dock, empty and no one there unlike the previous night. His gaze fell to the small pocket in his pants, tucked away inside was the small pearl he had received. His grip loosens.

“Eijiro!! Don’t ya try to run a rig!!” Katsuki scolded. 

“Aye, captain, apologies.” He mumbled, tightening his grip again.

☄. *. ⋆

The winds of the sea had never felt so familiar. As much as he said he hated being a pirate, he loved the sea. The seagulls whined by the air as the ship swerved through, the air slicing through the cracks of his fingers, thrumming by his ear as it blew by. The crew sang songs while they jumped around the deck, and he could only chuckle as he leaned against the wooden railings.

“Splice the mainbrace!” Denki chimed through, lifting up a glass of rum, its contents spilling over slightly as he did. “Eijiro, come join us!!”

“Now,” He smiled, “Careful, Den—don’t wanna be three sheets to the wind,” 

Splish! Splash!

At first he didn’t notice it—the splashing noise beneath the ship’s smooth swerves. 

Splish! Splash!

With the same smile he looked at Denki with, he flew his gaze to the water.

What in the…

Is that—... her tail…?

“Eijiro!!” Your sweet voice chimed.

His eyes widened, gripping the railings as he leaned down, trying to whisper-scream to you as best as he could, a finger over his lips. “Lass, ya can’t be out ‘ere!” He hissed, eyes darting back and forth from the crew to you. “Go away! Yer shark bait here!!” His hand waved away, pleading you to go and swim back.

“No, no!! I give you, a gift!” You smiled proudly, lifting up a small clam’s shell in your hand.

“I—that’s nice, y/n, but ya can’t be out here! Go!! Please!”

Then suddenly, Denki’s voice chimed behind him. “Woo!!” He laughed, slinging a drunken arm around the panicking boy. 

“Eijiro found treasure!! Sea maiden, hoo!”

The crew scurried to the railings, whooping as they spotted your confused form still lifting up the clam shell. Eijiro’s eyes silently pleaded for you to go away while you had the chance, yet it was too late—not when Katsuki’s heavy steps came behind him.

Katsuki’s laugh rang through the air as he whooped, “Bring her up!! She’s worth gold, she is!!” He guffawed, shaking Eijiro with pride. “Bird’s eye, you’ve got, Eijiro!!”

“Wait—no, she’s not–!!”

“Hanta! Net!! The heavy one, that be!!” He commanded, pointing to the boy smiling widely near the ship’s stairs.

“Aye, captain!!” Hanta answered eagerly, saluting as he ran off to the ship’s hold.

“y/n, go!! Now, lass!! Please!!”

You froze, your smile stiffening as you saw the concern etched on his face. Your hand slowly lowered your gift, and before you could speak up again, the cheer of the crew and the shadow of a net descended upon you.

SNATCH! 

What abomination was this? Every angle you looked at, there was no escape! 

Your hands desperately clawed, chewed on the ropes, yet they were as good as steel. 

Your tail hurts. Oh they hurt so badly, the metal scraps on the ropes sliced through your scales like small knives, to your shoulder, your back, everywhere. 

A cry out of pain rang through the air, cheered on by the crew as they slowly lifted up your helpless form, heaving from your helpless attempts.

“Stop! Please!!” Eijiro’s voice shot through the cheer, yet unheard of. Hands slowly descended you onto the deck, sneering smiles lowering down upon you, and your eyes found him in betrayal.

“...Eijiro..?” You whimpered.

And yet he stayed still.

He… stayed… still! 

Oh the irony. You’ve brought him many gifts, told him many tales, and shall this be how a friend treats the other? Your frown deepens as the crew slowly untangles you off the net. 

“Get her into a barrel! I want her alive when we sell her off!! We’re feastin’ tomorrow, lads!!” Katsuki cheered, hugging Eijiro by his shoulder while the boy stayed silent. “You lucky bastard!!” He guffawed, slapping him by his side. “Capture us more of these fortunes, huh?” 

Eijiro’s shoulder grew rigid. His jaw clenched as he watched the crew descend you into the ship’s hold.

☄. *. ⋆

That night the stars heard of the crew’s cheer and songs. Harmonica echoed through the air as drunken rejoicing rang to the skies. And yet, between Denki’s drunken dance upon the deck, Mina’s loud and ringing laugh, and Jirou’s cheerful harmonica plowing with songs, Eijiro sat by, throwing a small laugh at every joke, yet his eyes seemed distant from them all.

“What’re we doin’ tonight, lads?!” Hanta roared a smile, lifting up a chug of rum to the air as his foot landed on a barrel’s top.

“Feast!! We’re rich tonight!!” Mina cheered.

He’s had enough.

With a slap of his knees, Eijiro shot up to his feet, slyly making his way to the ship’s hold, where the sound of water from the ocean felt near, and the sound of your cries reached his ears.

Down by a corner there you sat, bare backed turned to him, your shoulders jolting at every sob and breath you let by. You had the clam in your clasp, thumb running over it gently as if mourning what’s lost. 

You were mourning, a friendship lost.

Perhaps this is why your elders say they were dangerous after all.

“y/n,” He croaked, the wood boards beneath his feet creaking as he stepped closer. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen, lass. Truth, I tell ya,” His voice was quiet, careful. 

You stayed silent, breathing silently as you ran your thumb across the small dent of the clam shell again.

“I’m sorry, y/n… I—I told them not to—”

“You don’t help, Eijiro.” 

“...You stay, you let them.”

Eijiro’s mouth parted to speak, yet no words came by or even flashed through his mind.

“You’re not a friend, Eijiro.” You, with all your imperfect words, spat venom. “You’re enemy, danger.”

Then you finally turned to him, your eyes dry from your tears, face bruised and messed up from the haste of the crew. They held nothing that he wanted, not that glistening excitement, not that wide cheer he’s witnessed every time you learned a new word, not that shine of hope he always found in your eyes—nothing. 

Betrayal shot through your eyes like wind through his hair this morning. 

“I—I’ll fix this, y/n, please I–”

“No,” You muttered.

“Go away,”

“Enemy.” Your voice was hoarse, a reward from crying day to night, while your hand gripped tighter on the clam, before you slid it across the wood to his way.

“Gift, now go.”

☄. *. ⋆

The night had fallen quiet, snores now caressed the cold air as the drunken crew lay asleep by the deck. Rum spilled all over the ship, yet no one cared to mop. Eijiro’s eyes lay awake as he stared to the sky, heart drumming against his chest while his eyes kept flickering to the stairs that descended to the ship’s lower level. 

He’s sick of it. Sick of the feeling clawing at his chest like a beast. So he sat up, stumbling over crew members as he slowly made his way down, where you still sat there, the clam still sitting right where you had slid it across. 

“...I’m sorry,” He whispered, kneeling down as he gently picked up the shell. 

“I was not a good friend, lass.” 

“Bad.” You muttered back.

“Yes, bad friend.” He smiled, a hand slowly reaching out to turn your chin to face him. “C’mere, lemme see what those scallywags did to ya,” 

His fingers were warm across your beaten up skin, your eyes lingered to the ground before you reluctantly looked at him, a pout still present on your face. 

He winced, “Those dogs,”

“They did ya rough, hm?” His thumb brushed gently across a bruise, earning a small whimper from you. “Sorry,” He muttered back.

A small pause fell upon the two of you while you stared at his dimly lit face, and he stared at yours.

Then his fist clenched, his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips to a thin line.

“I’m carryin’ you out, lass.” 

Arose, he did. “I’m carryin’ you out.” He nodded, convincing himself as he lowered himself to you, a hand slipping beneath your tail while the other hoisted behind your shoulders. His touch was careful, cautious and fearful as if you were as fragile as a flower. 

Slowly, the ship creaked as he stepped through, your tail dripping water as he tiptoed his way between his sleeping mates. Eijiro’s jaw was clenched at every small noise he had made. Afraid that he’d woken up his crew, or worse—his captain.

Just a little more, a little further to the edge, then he sat you down by the railing.

“Go, lass.” He whispered, hands gently keeping you in place by your shoulders.

“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?” His voice was soft, gentle, assuring.

“But—”

“I’ll meet ya again, y/n I—”

With a yank, a hand pulled Eijiro’s collar from behind. “Now, lass.” He smiled, pushing you off the railings before you could even reply.

“No!!! You— you dog!!!” Katsuki roared, letting go of his collar as he stared into the water, at the tail now swishing further away from the ship. “You traitor!! We needed that money, Eijiro!!” 

With a frustrated grunt, Katsuki pushed himself off the railing, his breath heavy as he pointed a finger to Eijiro, “You— damn it!!!” Harshly, he yanked Eijiro by the collar again, forehead to forehead.

“Why the hell did you do that, huh!?” Katsuki seethed through his teeth, hot breath fanning to Eijiro’s neck, grabbing the collar tighter. With a snarl, he shook the boy. “Why?!”

“Ya did all that for what, lad? Huh?!”

“Just to please her pretty face and sweet words?! I swear—I’ll sink you down to the sharks, Eijiro.” 

Finally, he let up. Letting Eijiro down on his feet again as he let go of his collar. A spit landed on Eijiro’s shoe, followed by Katsuki’s gruff muttering, “I’ll flog you off in the mornin’, just you wait.”

A small silence fell before Eijiro spoke up, his tone dark yet brave. 

“I’ll flog you off harder.”

Katsuki paused in his steps. Then turned on his heel, a finger sharply pointing to him. “Don’t test me, Eijiro.”

“Oh, shiver me timbers!! Ya’ve done worse, Katsuki!!” Eijiro shouted, throwing his hands up in anger. 

“Eijirou,” He threatened, stepping closer. 

Then the red one stepped closer too, a scowl as deep as the ocean. 

Chest to chest. It used to be a form of celebration between the two, yet now, with scowls carved into the curves and crooks of their faces, it was war. 

Eijiro pressed closer. “I’ll test ya, Kats.”

“I’d rather be fish food than be a coward.” Sneer Eijiro, his mouth twitched up to a small smirk as he pushed Katsuki hard.

The blond huffed, wiping his thumb beneath his nose as he turned away. 

"I’ll punch yer face off. Pray that yer spine’s as strong as yer mouth.”

☄. *. ⋆

The sea hugged your skin again, caressing the small scars on your tail, your shoulders, your face—it kissed you like it always did.

Down beneath all the gurgles of the ocean, his voice echoed in your head—something you kind of understood.

“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?”

Your hands clasped around the clam again, its shell now warm from how much you’ve gripped it. Brows furrowing from confusion as you rose your head to the surface again, one last look of him, another voice was there.

It sounded like when you first met him—shouting. 

So you swam back, back to where you used to always see him, back to where you learned those words, back to where it all began; the docks.

☄. *. ⋆

The sun kissed his face like a bastard. The cuts on his cheek and his lips felt raw under the heat. His fists felt raw, hot from all the punches he’s thrown. The pain on his stomach didn’t go dull as well, it still pinched him by the side sharply. 

Katsuki didn’t look any better, nose bleeding with thick blood down to his lip, an eye half shut, swollen like a plum. 

Eijiro scoffed with pride, his breath heavy as he shook his hands, not turning his face away from the gaze of the crew. 

“If yer still gonna be yappin’ off my ear, I’ll flog you off again, red.” Katsuki spat, wiping his nose as he straightened up his back. 

He stood tall, flexing his shoulders off as he cracked his knuckles. “Still didn’t regret nothin’.” A smirk played on Eijiro’s lips as he said that, his teeth seeped red from his gums. 

“Idiot, that’s what ye are! Throwin’ off gold like it didn’t cost nothin’!!” Katsuki growled, jabbing his finger to Eijiro’s chest. 

“Gold don’t talk and cry, Kats!!” He roared back, shoving Katsuki’s chest harshly to the ground. “Ya can’t just kill off a soul like that!! We’re pirates, we ain’t killers!!”

“We’re pirates,” Katsuki echoed his words, quieter now. “We ain’t saints either, Eijiro.”

“Damn right we’re not,” Eijiro growled, stepping forward, he towered over him. “But there’s a line, Kats. There’s always been a line.”

The blond huffed, throwing his face away from Eijiro’s glare while his own eyes filled with something other than anger, something remorseful. He stood up, pushing past Eijiro, his steps heavy as he trudged through the wooden planks. “Whatever, set course for home.” 

The crew stayed silent, everyone still held their breaths from their captain and crew fist to fist since morning. 

“Oi!! Hear me or not?!” He growled past his shoulder.

“A-..Aye, capt!!”

☄. *. ⋆

It had been two long days where you clutched the clam shell close to your heart, and not swam far from the docks. You waited for the same set of feet to dangle by in the water, or the same spiky-haired shadow to loom over you as you swam to the surface, yet he did not show. 

“Frieeendd,” You drawled, groaning softly to the night air as you leaned your head to the dock’s soft wooden edges.

With a huff, you pushed yourself back into the water, splashing your tail softly to turn away from the water.

“Lass,” His hoarse voice called, tugging between a smile and a cough. While the sounds of his shoes dragged across the sand by his feet. 

“E-..Eijiro? Eijiro!!” You beamed, smiling widely as you flapped your tail onto the water.

You waved your hand to him, drumming the dock as you giggled. 

“Aye, the one n’ only,” He chuckled, broken and bruised. His legs stumbled as he slowly lowered himself down, groaning as his hand clutched to his stomach.

“You stayed, y/n.” He softly smiled. 

Nodding, you smiled at him as your hand lifted the clam shell up. “Eijiro say.. come back,” 

“So I wait,” 

“I wait for.. friend.”

His grin grew, a breath of laugh passed through his lips as he gazed at you with tenderness. “We’re still friends?”

“Mhm!” You nodded. 

“You, keep this,” You insisted, taking his hand to place the clam shell in it. 

His smile passed to his eyes, “Thank you, lassie.”

“I love it,” He softly hummed, thumb brushing across the shell gently like it’s a treasure.

“Eijiro like? I have… uh… more! Yes, I have more!” You turned yourself to dip into the water, only for his hand to softly grip your wrist.

“No, no,”

“Stay, let’s uh… let’s just.. talk, hm?”

Your soft giggle rang through the air as you nodded, leaning your head down to the dock again as you looked up at him. A hand reached out to his bruised face. “You… uh…”

“What is… uh… oh, hurt! Yes, you… you’re hurt,”

He chuckled, ever the slightest, his face inched closer to your hand. “Aye, I did. Just a scrap.”

“Scrap?”

“Mhm, just… small hurt,” He smiled, simplifying his words.

“Careful,” You mumbled, your finger still slowly tracing his bruise.

With a nod, he responded. “I will, lass. I was fightin’ for ya, y’know?”

“For my friend.”

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Hero Name pt2

Nemesis: A goddess of revenge and justice

Serenity: the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled

Wonder Rose: The Roses of Wonderland are the symbol of the Second Alice and are a part of all the teas Alice!reader drinks

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Hey y’all hope you guys have been enjoying this fic so far. We’re gonna get more into the KiriBaku love story soon. It’s gonna be gradual okay not supper fast. Hope y’all enjoy this one.

Word Count: 1,613k

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

The breeze was nice against her skin as she stood with her class. It had taken a moment for everyone to stop fawning over her costume. She had to admit for a small second she enjoyed the attention.

“Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training.” All Might began. 

“Sir!” Iida announced raising his armored hand. She cast a glance towards him from Shoto’s side. She took an inch closer to him, and poked at the ice coming from his side. She didn’t like his costume, it covered his pretty face.

“This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean that we'll be conducting urban battles again?” He asked. 

I almost forgot about entrance exams. 

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ.

“Not quite. I’m going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evildoers take place indoors.” All Might announced. 

Y/n hummed softly as she bit into a chocolate cookie. Shoto cast her a look as she held up the other piece to him. He took it with a blank look. 

“Think about it. Backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows.” A shiver crawled up her spine at his words. 

Her grip on her cookie fell as she step closer to Shoto. His eyebrow quirked as he began to tune out All Might. After a few moments of her staring at the floor he brought his arm around her shoulder. Shoto pulled her closer and twirled one of the small braids in the ponytail.

Her tremble stopped as she stayed close to his warmer side. She liked that half of him was always warm. He was a great heating pad when she got cramps. 

“Aizawa and Tokoyami!” Y/n’s head snapped up. 

“Yes?”

“Aizawa!”

“Yes…?” She repeated. 

“You’re related to Mr. Aizawa! How! Look at you! There’s not an eye bag in sight!” Kirishima yelled. He stared down at her.

Her cute nose, her big e/c eyes. Her shinny and healthy h/c locks. Her pretty s/c skin without an imperfection in sight. Her gentle smile. 

She didn’t look anything like Aizawa. 

“You’re what his niece or something?” Midoriya asked. 

“No.” She answered quickly. After a few seconds of silence Shoto nudged her back.

“Oh, I’m his daughter.”

His daughter!

“Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch!” All Might said with his normal bright smile.

As she began to walk away with Shoto she caught all the stares coming her way. She cowards back into his side. 

“What are we doing?” He hummed and looked down at her. 

“Mock battles inside. You’re teamed up with Tokoyami.” She nooddd her head softly as she followed next to him.

“After school can we get soba? I got my allowance for this week.” Y/n answered with a smile. Shoto nodded with a smile as the rest of the class caught his hardened gaze. 

He knew that she was sensitive. He always knew that the way they acted made them looked like more than friends. He couldn’t bring himself to care all that much.

Contact grounded her when she got lost. When her mind would ramble and rattle. When her eyes would glass over contact would ground her. To hell with whatever they thought.

……………………………….

Y/n shuffled closer to All Might, pulling down her mask. She coughed and he turned down to her. He lowered himself slightly.

“Yes young Aizawa?” 

“Would you like me to go give Midoriya tea? His arm is all ugly.” She asked softly. All Might gasped and staggered back. Her healing tea was a well kept secret of the faculty. She almost never offered it up. 

“Little one… that is a generous offer but I believe Recover Girl can handle this.” Y/n furrowed her brows at his words. 

“I gave it to him earlier when he broke his tiny fingers. Why can’t I now?” Y/n whined with a pout. All Might gasps again, the rest of the class turning to them. 

“Your team is up next, after your match perhaps.” She pouted and crossed her arms.

“That’s not very fair Uncle Might.” She turned around grabbing Tokoyami’s arm. She grimaced softly as she dragged the bird hit behind her. She pulled up her mask as she pulled him through the apartment complex.

She stared at the ugly bomb for a few moments and crossed her arms. She stared at it for a few moments.

“It’s really….. big?” She uttered. 

“We are the villain team, I believe it bets if I stay here and guard the bomb.” Tokoyami’s voiced. She turned to him with a smile.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve got a plan.” She said with a bright smile. She leaned over him giggling as she pulled the deck of cards from her belt.

“And that plan would be?” He asked. 

“Here put this on!” She handed him a long bird like mask to cover his nose and eyes. After a few seconds he took it confused.

“Where did you get this from?” Her ask taking a step towards her. She giggled as she threw her deck around in the air.

“I made it silly. Now let me just go through this deck, then we can talk.” She pulled out five cards. Each with hand painted colorful flowers. She heard the gusset go off and she jumped in the air.

Her body levitated in the air as she looked around. She threw the card them, they pierced through the solid concrete.

“Your mask on?” She yelled down. With a gentle nod of his head she smirked under her mask. Slamming her hands together flowered exploded and planting themselves into the ground. Their multicolored pollen exploded into the air around them. It made it thick, heavy to breathe.

Slowly she fell back to the ground with Tokoyami. She turned to him smiling under her mask. He blinked a few times and went to pull off his mask. Her hands shot up grasping his hands in hers.

“Don’t! You don’t want to breathe this in!” She yelled. 

“What will it do?”

“Nothing pleasant.” 

“Is it safe for our classmates?” She paused. She tilted her head to the side, thinking for a moment. 

“Safe enough.” Y/n answered as she turned to the entrance. She smiled as she watched both Kirishima and Sero ran towards them. Cupping her hands she blew all the air out of her lungs. 

The pollen darted into the faces cause the two boys to stagger back. She stood up right, rising into the air. She lifted Tokoyami in the air with her as she watched the boys cough. 

“Now the fun begins.” She mumbles as the ground began to shake. The two boys began to scream as large flowers began to rise from the ground. Kirishima began to attack the large unmoving flower as Sero fell to the ground.

Sero held his head as he screamed. Kirishima panted as he coughed. Tokoyami looked at Y/n as he floated next to her.

“Why is he screaming?” He asked.

“The pollen makes you see things. To Sero those flowers are the most monstrous things he’s ever seen.” She answered as she floated to bomb into the air with them. Tokoyami stared at her. 

He gathered the pollen messed with the mind but then why is Kirishima still attacking. Why can he still move about.

“You’re wondering about Kirishima?” She asked blankly. With a simple nod of his head she continued. “I’m not sure why he isn’t on the ground with Sero.”

“He’s more resilient.” Tokoyami answered and he continued to watch Kirishima attempt to fight at the non moving flowers. Y/n shook her head softly, there was more to it. No one was resilient to wonderlandian flowers but her. 

“There’s something more about him.” 

“Villain team wins!” Just liked that the pair floated down with the bomb. Y/n snapped her fingers and the flowers were sucked back into the cards. She held her hands as both boys froze. 

They both gasp for air as she pulls the colorful pollen from their bodies. Both Kirishima and Sero hit the floor coughing. Tokoyami watched as Y/n helped both boys up from the ground.

……………………………….

Y/n glared harshly at Shoto. Her eyes challenged him as she slurped down her soba. He held his father’s black card while Y/n held her allowance in hand.

“I asked to get food, I’ll pay.” She gritted out. Shoto laughed and leaned forward grabbing tempura. 

“You know the rules Sparkles, I always pay.” He answered as he ate the fried bamboo. Y/n’s eye twitched as she grabbed a fried shrimp. She breathed out deeply as she drank her mango juice.

“I have my allowance  let me treat you.” Y/n snapped. Shoto laughed at her words as she seemed to boil with rage.

“You may pay,” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “When we’ve run through all my father fortune.” Her face fell. 

“That’s not fair! He’ll never be out of money! That damed bastard is practically made of money!” She groaned hitting her head in the table. Shoto hummed softly and handed the card to the waitress. He poked her head softly and sighed. 

“To make it just to you we can get sweets. Sakura mochi? Taiyoki? What about Dorayaki?” He asked softly. She breathed out harshly and brought her head back up.

“All three, if I’m going to pay I need to use up all the money I can.” Shoto nodded his head softly as he watched her finish up her soba noodles. 

“With the way we’re going, his millions will be gone soon.”