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instantlysassywombat · 2 years

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laundry day

mitsuki bakugou & inko midoriya x face sitting/strap x fem!reader

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contains: milfs💖, cheating (kinda it’s open but boundaries are not discussed and mitsuki’s relationship status is ambiguous), face sitting, humiliation, age gap, sex toys, under discussed boundaries, established izuku x reader, underwear, almost getting caught, threesomes

a/n: i’m a homosexual

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Inko is flustered when Mitsuki picks up the phone. She hasn’t sounded this flustered since she talked to little Izuku about the birds and bees. (Which Mitsuki followed up in a much more blunt and informative manner for both the boys once they hit high school.) But that was years ago, the boys have been out of school for what, four years now? Five? Fuck we’re getting old.

“What is it, Inko?” She’s always been so emotional and easily flustered, something that Mitsuki has been known to take advantage of.

“Well, Izuku has been staying here with his girlfriend over the weekend. And I was just doing my laundry- mine not theirs- and when I was folding it, I found…” she trails off into a blubbering mess but Mitsuki is quick to get her back on track, asking her to repeat that. “Well, um, I found her orange thong.At first I just thought it was a hair tie! You know one of those lacy frilly ones because it was so small but when I picked it up I figured it out! Oh this is so embarrassing, how do I just give them back! She's still here in Izuku’s room while he’s at a last minute meeting so I can’t sneak it back in their clothes.”

Mitsuki doesn't hide her laughter. This is only something Inko would get worked up about. As if they hadn’t owned skimpy garments like this back when they were younger. Hell, Mitsuki still has some stashed away for special occasions and she would better her bottom dollar so does Inko. “You could just give them to her. You know that right?”

Inko is adamant in her denial that she can absolutely not do that. Mitsuki comes over, with the intention of distracting Izuku’s girlfriend so Inko can sneak upstairs. But when she sees you over Inko's shoulder through the doorway she stops with her mouth hung open. You see her whisper something to Inko as you wave and continue into the kitchen to take out the cookies you were baking.

“Give me the underwear.”

Inko gasps, “What! Why! What about the plan?” She glances over her shoulder to make sure you couldn’t hear.

Mitsuki’s face is adorned with a grin reminiscent of Katsuki in battle, “Wanna make her squirm and blush. Bet she’d be cute. Mostly want to make sure she’s good enough for your darling boy though.” Inko doesn’t need to know that she does want to make sure you’re good enough for Izuku, but not in any way Inko would ever dream of. As Inko shoves them in her coat pocket, Mitsuki says loudly, “Oh shit, Inko! I forgot your apron at my house. Let me go grab it real quick and I’ll be back. Just give me five minutes.” Neither you nor Inko get another word out before Mitsuki runs off in a manner much giddier than you’d associate with the hot-head’s mother.

True to her word she returns, apron in hand and a grin on her face. She shoulders past Inko and meets you in the kitchen where she starts making a pot of tea for the three of you. “So darling, we’ve met but only in passing! How did you and Izuku meet?”

It’s funny how much she is like her son, forward and vexing in what you might call an endearing way. “Well, I work in the support department at the boy’s agency. I worked on Katsuki’s gauntlets a few times before Izuku came down for a boot redesign. He caught me mumbling and we just.. Hit it off I guess.” Mitsuki watches you smile and gesture around at nothing. ”Coffee turned into dinner and that turned into dates. It just kinda happened. And here we are eight months later and in a happy open relationship.”

“Well I’m glad for the both of you, you seem really happy. Maybe you can find someone for my brat to shackle down with. That’s probably asking too much of you though, we all know that he’s a lot to handle.”

You giggle at her, mischief in your eyes, “I think he’s got his eyes on someone, but his head is stuck so deep in his inferiority complex so it might be a while before anything happens.” Mitsuki files this away for later questioning but leaves it to rest for now.

“Well, let's take these cookies and tea to the living room and we can get to know each other a little more, yeah? I got plenty of embarrassing stories about those kids.” You follow her into the living room and meet Inko who is nervously sitting on the couch, eyes flickering between the two of you.

They watch you sit, carefully crossing your legs in your cute pink sundress before smiling up at them and asking how they met. Mitsuki regails you with some story that you're sure is more false than true but is entertaining nonetheless. It isn’t long before Mitsuki is asking you about your “dirty little secrets.” It catches you off guard, causing you to chuckle and ask just what she means by that.

“Well, I was a girl your age once, what do you get up to that Izuku wouldn’t want his mother dearest to know? It’ll just be between us girls.” It’s an uncomfortable question, north hat you are ashamed about your sex life, its realtively healthy and normal, but nothing you’d want to share with his mother of all people.

“Uhm, I’m not sure what you mean Mrs. Bakugou.” That smile returns as she pulls something out of her pocket, some type of fabric? Oh. Oh no. The cheshire grin on her face is juxtaposed by Inkos beet red embarrassed face and you just know she found them. “I am so embarrassed. I know it’s just underwear but I’m sorry you found them Inko! God this is so awkwa-”

“This isn’t even enough to be considered underwear. There’s barely any fabric here. I bet you wear these when you want Izuku to bend you over.” Mitsuki’s gaze is appraising, reading your body language, the heat in your checks, shifting of thighs and averted gaze. She must like what she sees because she continues. “Then why did you bring them wiht you here, did you want him to fuck you in his childhood bedroom? Did you suck his dick while his mom was home?” You don’t answer and she looks to Inko, “Well, did you hear anything that you wish you hadn’t? Hear her cute little moans maybe? Filtering through your bedroom wall while you try to sleep at night?” The greenette is staring down at her lap, red cheeks evident to all.

Somehow this woman in front of you has transformed into a demon and has both you and your boyfriend's mother under her thumb. Playing with you both like little dolls for her entertainment. She Stands up and stalks over to you slowly, dropping the lace on your lap and waits, glancing between you and the fabric. You swallow and stand up to pull them on underneath your dress.

“Oh ho ho. Was this naughty little girl prancing around the house in this short little dress, entertaining her bosses mothers with no panties on?” You feel compelled to nod, like your body is moving without your approval as you lift your dress up to show the snug straps over your hips and small triangle of lace covering not much of anything. Mitsuki lets out an appreciative hum, motioning for you to twirl. A harsh smack lands on your ass as you comply. You see both of them watch it jiggle as you look over your shoulder scandalized at the action.

To be honest you aren’t surprised at Mitsuki, not with the way she was just walking, but Inko? Sweet little Inko who’s been nothing but an angel to you the whole time you’ve known her? No, you didn;t expect her to be staring at your ass in the same way her son does when he sees that little string swallowed up by your cheeks. You go to let the fabric fall and leave, overwhelmed with what's going on but Mitsuki is already behind you, hands running up your body and dragging the cotton fabric of your dress up with it.

As she pulls it over your head, you are staring at Inko with a mixture of lust and confusion as your tits fall free, bare for her to drink in. You should be embarrassed, standing near naked in front of these two mothers, mothers of our bosses, your boyfriend's mother. But the attention they are giving you, like your a gift, the apple of their garden, forbidden but ripe for the taking.

It makes you feel desired, powerful, someone who could hold all the control if you wanted to. Like you could control Inko, twist her around your finger every which way. That you drew this type of energy out of Mitsuki, it’s a heady drug. Like a goddess, of the dark seedy underworld where mothers lust for you but in the same breath of spring, a fresh breath of air, a light playful thing, mischievous and fun.

Mitsuki pulls you out of your staring contest with a snap of the strap on your hip. You turn back to see her in her sleek black skirt and a black lace bra looking just the picture of elegant beauty and power. And the gleam in her eye as she looks you over with a smirk makes you realize that you have no power here. The small warm hand on your hip just cements the fact. You are powerless between the two. A charming devil on one shoulder and a doting angel on the other.

Inko is hesitant in the way she touches you, unsure in what is allowed but desperate to push the boundaries and just take. The soft kisses along your shoulder blades are evident of that. In between the ones she's leaving you and Mitsuki’s long fingers teasing your nipples you find yourself walking to Izuku’s room and sitting on the bed. Inko and Mitsuki are looming over you and you try to figure out where this is going next but so far just letting it happen has been more than fun.

Mitsuki slaps Inko’s ass and tells her to see how good she kisses, see if she treats her little boy right. Inko is more than happy to comply, scrambling up into your lap and pushing you down into the bed. Her lips are small and soft and pleading for more. You open up her mouth and she honest to god moans as she slips her tongue in. You can feel Mitsuki unbuttoning Inko’s shirt, undressing her as she’s sitting on your lap. GIving you the most twisted present you could ever want. All this soft skin for you to touch, to kiss, and worship like the angel she is.

She whimpers when Mitsuki pulls her skirt off, leaving her in her cotton underwear and plain bra and all you can focus on is the wet patch you can feel growing from her crotch pressed on your stomach. You see her kiss swollen lips and pupils blown wide. It looks like there’s some type of regret trying to cross her features but when you grasp her ass and drag her cunt along your stomach it fades away with eyes rolling back into her head.

Mitsuki kneels down to whisper in your ear, “Doesn’t she look so pretty like that. Moaning like a whore from a little action. Don’t you want to hear more of those pretty noises?” You nod, looking up at her like she hung the sun, ready and willing to do what she asks. You can feel inko rocking her hips against you, a hand grasping your tit for balance.

You look at Inko, begging her to tell you what she wants, more than willing to give it to her. In the end, neither of you make that decision. Mitsuki pushes her up your chest until she straddles your shoulders. Inko tries to shuffle away rambling about how she's concerned about hurting you or being too heavy but your arms are already wrapped around her thighs and lips leaving bruising marks right alongside them.

Her legs are coated in arousal and your spit before Mitsuki slowly pushes her down onto your tongue after catching her by surprise with a kiss. You can taste the arousal caught in her panties and the warmth of your tongue makes her let out a yelp that turns into a moan. You chuckle and press a kiss against the fabric before you nudge them to the side with your nose and dive in with a fervor.

Her weight pressing down on you feels like heaven, you must have died and moved on and the noises coming from above you are the trumpets at the gate, angels welcoming you home, something ethereal. Your tongue tasting the rivers of milk and honey pouring from her as she ruts against you. It’s intoxicating and you forget about your corporeal form until a pair of hands spread your legs apart for someone to move in between.

Mitsuki’s touch lights a fire in your gut, fingers dipping into your hole quickly before pulling out. You can hear a muffled laugh and she’s so wet from making you feel good. Isn’t she a good little girl? It’s shameful, the way your gut clenches and flops at her words, the consent making you queasy but the doting tone willing you to agree.

A blunt head is pressed against you and stays right there, teasing you with what is to come but never giving in. Rolling your hips doesn’t help to fully catch it in your hole but it must be a pretty enough sight for her to give in and bottom out in one sharp thrust at jolts you forward.

Inko almost falls over but a firm fist in your hair keeps her upright and chasing the pleasure. Mitsuki’s sharp and near brutal pace makes it difficult for you to focus on Inko but you have to. Have to keep hearing all those pretty sounds. You focus on suckling at her clit, flicking at it with your tongue before sliding down to press at her hole. You slide in easily and with every roll of her hips your nose catches on her clit causing them to stutter.

You can tell she’s close and nothing in the world could stop you from bringing her there. Your wet and sloppy but its doing the triick, slurping at her folds, thumbing at her clit while you fuck her hole with your tongue, it doesn’t take long before theres a waterfall of ambrosia pouring down your face and Inko falls over next to you boneless.

Mitsuki must be proud of you or happy that all your attention is on her, either way she gets into your space and licks Inko off of your face before grasping your jaw open and spitting in your mouth. “Hold it. Mouth open.” You do just that and she nods looking at that little fuckdrunk look on your face.

She picks up her pace, fucking you fast and fucking you stupid. Inko’s mouth latches onto one of your nipples catching you by surprise and a weak whine slips out. She coos, “Aw a cute little baby. I get why Izuku likes you, lookin’ up all doe eyed while being fucked open. I know I love it. Love how tight you are around my cock. Fuck, darlin’.”

You feel like lava is flowing through your veins, fire licking at your lungs, your brain leaving it scorched until nothing is left but her. Your throat is dry and you want to cry out, let out the noises building in your chest but you have to be good. Keep her spit in your mouth until she tells you to swallow.

Inko’s hands are joined by Mitsuki’s roaming over your body leaving nothing untouched. You are a live wire ready to overload and shut down. Soft fingers rub against your clit beckoning forward the black out and it's just as strong as you expected, A supernova of pleasure from the mused hairs on your head to your curling toes rippling out from where Mitsuki fucks you through it.

She doesn’t stop even when your back hits the bed again. Her pace slows but it doesn’t matter when every thrust burns as you try to scramble away from the cooling embers of pleasure that's quickly turning into white hot pain.

You feel her shudder and grind in against you and let out the softest noise any Bakugou has ever uttered and it’s an entirely enchanting moan. She rolls her hips through her organs, riding through the pleasure on the straps of her harness before she pulls out and stands on shaky legs. Only then does she let you swallow.

Inko shuffles away quickly, urging her to sit and returns with some wet cloths. She dutifully and delicately cleans both of you up, showering you in praise and soft kisses against the cleaned skin. Mitsuki grumbles far more about the words than you did but puts up no real argument.

The three of you lay on Izuku’s childhood bed for longer than you probably should. The door opening was near inaudible but Izuku’s loud call for the both of you shatters the silence your trio was basking in. Mitsuki and Inko hurriedly dress to meet him downstairs and buy you some time to regain your senses and put your wracked self back together.

You see Mitsuki stop by the door and you drearily turn your head to look at her. “For what it’s worth, I think you probably treat Izuku pretty well.”

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instantlysassywombat · 3 years

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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instantlysassywombat · 3 years

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Getting caught masturbating by the twins and having them punish you for it, just pure smutty smut

I kept it kind of neutral so that you can choose which twin is your husband 😘 AU where Fred lives <3

Weasley Twins x fem!reader

CW: exhibitionism, some voyeurism, semi public sex, talks of sexual punishment, d/s dynamics, calling the reader "sweetie"

You told him you were on chastity strike.

After his last experiment to create a new product had left your entire kitchen a vibrant purple, you told him you weren't have sex with him until he fixed it. He argued, saying that you were being ridiculous, completely ignoring your feelings.

You wanted to prove a point, but now here you are: holed up in the storage closet of your husband's joke shop sitting on the floor with your hand shoved up your skirt. Your rub yourself underneath your panties, trying to suppress your moans.

The door swings open. Startled, you quickly pull your hand away from your cunt, exposing your glistening, slick soaked digits in the light from the hall. Your husband's twin towers over you, face darkened by shadow.

"Well, what do we have here?" he says.

His tone of voice drips with mirth while he saunters forward. You slam your legs shut before he can get any closer. He chuckles, crouching down to your level.

"Now, what would your dear husband say if he found you diddling your clit in the back closet?"

"Don't tell him!" you rush, then add softly, "Please?"

The redhead only chuckles in response. Before he could reply, a distinctly similar voice sounds from the doorway.

"Don't tell me what?" he asks.

You silently plead to the twin not to tattle, but your effort fails entirely when he spills the beans.

"Your cute little wifey thought she could sneak back here and have some fun with herself while on chastity strike."

Your husband steps further into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. "Oh really? Well what should we possibly do about that, dear brother?"

"Seems like she needs to be punished." He looks to his twin standing next to him and smirks.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetie. Show us that pretty cunt."

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instantlysassywombat · 3 years

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Bby maybe a-a Mirio smut with daddy kink and some age regression? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

Just a lot of praising and babying and giving you so much love that it’s borderline overstimulating. And when you (still enjoying it of course) tell him it’s too much, he reassures that you take him well and drives you crazy

(Can be with any other character if you don’t write a lot of Mirio)

{agere, creampie, daddy, reassurance, overstimulation}

When you considered your request and looked over the host roster for the court, your eye snagged on his name and title. Prince Mirio the Gentle.

On the day that felt like you were so sensitive the autumn breeze was too much- you could use all the gentleness you could get.

The negotiation was full of you blushing in the face of Mirio's sunny disposition while he asked you questions that had you squirming in your seat.

"All age regression scenes have a minimum contract time of three full sessions, but there's no maximum. So, how long do you want to be mine little one?"

You'd opted for a six month contract, because you couldn't feel guilty about wanting it when Mirio gave you the most adorable puppy dog eyes while he told you,

"The longer your mine the more I can spoil you. C'mon pretty baby, let me be your daddy."

The contract was signed so fast you swore smoke was coming off your pen.

And that's how you found yourself here- after Mirio eased you into little space by pulling you onto the bed, cupping your face in his hands and whispering (in a deep rumbling undertone) "daddy's here baby, you don't have to be a big girl anymore, I've got you"- on Mirio's lap, too boneless to move (which didn't matter when his Hercules ass arms were bouncing you on his cock like you were weightless) and feeling so perfectly small you never wanted to leave.

"Look at you, taking daddy so fucking deep. Who's my good girl?" Your brain at this point couldn't comprehend much more than thoughts of Daddy, big, full. He had cum only twice during the multiple orgasms he fucked you through (unable to resist when you'd begged him so sweetly, "I-in me daddy, please please please-"), but after you looked at him almost tearfully when he started to pull out, he couldn't deny you the fullness and warmth you so desperately craved. Over and over and over. He wouldn't stop until his baby was satisfied, fucked out and only able to accept his care.

No matter how firmly his girthy cock was knocking against the entrance to your womb he never stopped looking at you softly, never stopped telling you how proud he was you took every inch of him (all 9 of them). His big hands held your waist gently enough not to bruise you but tight enough to keep you in place, and he couldn't stop kissing you. Your collar bones, your throat, your breasts as they bounced along with you. "My pretty baby, doing so -ngh- well."

"T-too much," you whimpered when his thumb found your clit again- slick with both of your fluids and so sensitive you couldn't tell if the pleasure was painful or if the pain had become the pleasure. "D-dada, too much!" Your words morphed into a squeal when you suddenly found yourself flipped over, legs over his shoulders as he kissed your lips as if to soothe you. But that couldn't stop your reluctant but honest moans as his hips started to rut against yours once more.

"You can take it baby, all daddy's pretty little girl has to do is keep sucking me dry with your perfect fucking pussy." If he was a little pussy drunk, and drunk off how you clung to him- came alive every time he praised you, he couldn't help it. "You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you. Can't you feel your reward in your tummy?"

He would only smile at you sheepishly later, as he was cleaning the copious amounts of seed between your legs. "I can't help it, you looked so cute I had to give you everything you needed." You wished you had rolled your eyes when he reminded you that you were his baby after all. Instead you blushed and hid your face in his chest.

But you didn't complain, you couldn't when he tucked you against his side with a paci stuck between your lips while he hummed a lullabye. You fell asleep more at peace than you could remember feeling for a long time.

Maybe you could look into extending you contract.

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instantlysassywombat · 3 years

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Taking Tamaki Amajiki virginity includes:

🐙SO much blushing. Man blushes when talking, of course something this intimate is going to make his whole body flush an adorable pink.

🐙 Him hiding his face in your neck as the intimacy becomes too much for him. Especially if his back is against the headboard, hands on your hips as you bounce up and down on his thick cock.

🐙 So many whimpers and moans. He has the cutest whimpers as you suck on his neck while slowly dragging your hand up and down his hard cock. Expect a strangled moan every time you encompass his head with your hand, gently fingering the tip to collect some of his pre cum to help aid in the hand job.

🐙 PRAISES. Man will be flustered but will love the praises you give him. Give him soft nips at his neck as you whisper what a good boy he is and just how good his cock feels stretching you out.

🐙 Tama isn’t the type to rush into the physical aspect of a relationship, so I believe whoever he is giving his virginity to is either his future spouse or someone he has a very deep relationship with. Because of this the sex will be slow and sensual (which will set the pace for sex for the rest of the relationship)

🐙 Sweaty forehead touches as you ride him, (when his face isn’t buried in your neck).Tama will have his arms wrapped around you, supporting your lower back as you work both of you guys to your climax’s. His eyes are closed, nose scrunched as the softest whimpers leave his mouth, stuttering as he tells you how amazing it feels.

🐙 Even though he will be embarrassed, don’t be afraid to whisper all of the dirty thoughts that come to mind. I believe dirty talk will only turn him on more and he loves when you tell him how amazing your cunt feels as his cock rocks into you, hitting all of the right spots.

🐙 His quirk might accidentally activate without him thinking about it. A tentacle or two will poke at your asshole, making you whimper in a surprised “oh”. Tama will be super apologetic as he returns his fingers to normal and drag his hands up higher on your waist. You can’t help but giggle and kiss him hard, whispering that you guys should try that again at a later time.

🐙 Cute pet names. He will never call you slut or a cock whore, expect “bunny”, “princess”, and the all too classic “darling”. While talking won’t be a major thing, he will stutter those words out the closer he gets or if you give a particularly hard thrust down while riding him.

🐙 He probably won’t last long, and it will take a lot of practice to build his stamina. Good thing is it will teach him how to use his mouth because if you can’t cum on his cock, then expect a phenomenal orgasm from his tongue.

🐙 Honestly, sex with Tama is basically always the sweet fluffy kind you expect from a married couple, but it will always be amazing and verrry intimate.

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instantlysassywombat · 4 years

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"Helping you to sleep" A Mirio Togata x Fem!reader

“A/N: WARNINGS: NSFW, a bit of phone sex, a bit of dirty talk, it gets a bit rough tho.

Okay so… God, forgive me for this. This is my first nsfw work fully in english, without a translated version (but, if you want the Spanish version, just ask me for that and I´ll gladly translate it for you!). So… Idk, just enjoy it. Also, with this work I´m trying to practice, so I´m so sorry if you find this kind of short or something like that, but trust me, the next works will get better.

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instantlysassywombat · 4 years

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Can I request for Mirio with a s/o who is the daughter of nighteye,she is quirkless and works at a bakery/cafe.What if Miri took Deku for a quick bite before meeting Sir🥰 💛🥐

Yes, this is too cute! Thank you for the request, love. I hope this was okay. Anything for my special birthday boys. 💚💛

“Togata, where are we going?” Midoriya asked again, a hint of uncertainty in his voice but his blond companion provided a simple smile in return. Mirio kept leading him the opposite direction of their intended destination making Midoriya’s thoughts scramble for answers.

“Sir Nighteye’s agency is across the street, right?” The nervous boy attempted to question his senior again. His eyes landed on the sight of a local cafe that clearly had Mirio’s attention. “Shouldn’t we head there first?”

“Midoriya,” Mirio eagerly replied, turning to his nervous underclassman. He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulders while leading him through the door. “Don’t be so anxious. Sir is not expecting us until later, let’s get something to eat, yeah?”

Fresh coffee mixing with the intoxicating scent of pastries coming hot out of the oven made Deku’s mouth water. Delicate faerie lights strung across the walls gave the cafe an elegant touch. Soft piano music hummed from the speakers bringing the shop to life.

“Table five is waiting on their Hawks latte art!”

Young baristas were hustling by taking and fulfilling to-go orders left and right in order to minimize the waiting time brought upon by the lunch hour rush.

“Can I get one Flat White with three Bubble Girl macarons?”

Enthusiastic conversation bounced off the walls from both customers entering and leaving the cafe, cheerful smiles littering all of their faces. The cafe had a warm and welcoming atmosphere, catered to all patrons from high schoolers to corporate businessmen.

Deku noticed that most of the customers were enchanted by a particular barista whose bright demeanor never appeared to waver. She definitely was a familiar face though he had never met her before, puzzling him. Mirio’s eyes followed her figure as she lifted people’s spirits which each action she took until she caught sight of him waving her way.

“Mirio!” You called out, overwhelming excitement radiating from your face as you rushed towards your s/o and embraced him tightly. You noticed the freckled boy standing alongside him and offered him a kind smile which he returned. “I didn’t know you were coming by today, who’s your friend?”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Izuku Midoriya,” he politely introduced himself while becoming worried at how you eyes sparkled at his reply.

“Oh my god, you’re the energetic first year!” You gushed while unexpectedly pulling him into a tight hug. Deku flustered cries were drowned out as you reprimanded your S/O. “Mirio, you didn’t tell me he would be this adorable.”

“Because I knew that’s how you would react,” Mirio only chuckled in response while gently tugging his underclassman away from your tight grip. Deku was a scarlet-faced mess while trying to properly calm himself down.

“You scared him.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you apologized, gripping your apron in embarrassment. You motioned the pair towards an empty table near the window area for them to occupy as you returned to the cafe barside in order to complete more orders.

“Take your time looking through our menu!”

Deku and Mirio quietly peered over the cafe’s menu in search of anything they’d like to try. All of the food items were hero-themed since it was the shop’s cute aesthetic. The clinking of glasses being set on the table caught both of the boys attention.

“As an apology for earlier,” you snickered nervously while giving Deku an apologetic glance and taking a seat next to his blond companion, “I made these fresh for you and Mirio. The All Might Parfait! ”

Deku was mesmerized by each multi-colored layer in the dessert representing each one of his favorite hero’s costume colors. Fresh several layers of jello, yogurt, granola, fresh strawberries, raspberry sherbet, wafer cookies and a fondant decoration made to mimic All Might’s signature hairstyle.

“Thank you,” he smiled graciously before hesitating on eating it and snapping a quick photo, “I feel bad for eating it but I won’t let your efforts go to waste! Uh... what was your name again, Miss?”

“Y/N Sasaki,” you answered before taking off towards the kitchen as Mirio watched Midoriya’s expression slowly fade into a shocked one. His spoon fell out of his shaking hand while his uncontrollable mumbling habit started up.

“Sasaki... Sir Nighteye’s real name is Mirai Sasaki... could be a coincidence but the resemblance... daughter... Nighteye... daughter?”

“I’m also Mirio’s S/O,” you confirmed, cutting off his continuous rambling by sliding plates across the table full of fresh entrées, specifically the entrée Midoriya had in mind. The Golden Age Burger and Endeavor Spicy Fries.

‘Togata is dating Sir Nighteye’s daughter, does All Might know?’

“Incredible, isn’t she?” Mirio beamed while placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Are you on break right now, Y/N? I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

“You worry too much, Mirio,” you playfully scolded while ruffling his hair. “I’m off the clock and Ayumi’s covering for me. How’s the food, Midoriya?”

“It’s delicious, thanks!” replied Deku, but due to his overcurious nature, suddenly asked, “Did you inherit Foresight?”

He knew he should have kept his mouth shut when he noticed the way your shoulders tensed up along with how your cheery smile softened into a slightly melancholy one. Mirio couldn’t help but give his S/O a worried glance.

“No…” you sighed, eyes cast down towards the ground. “Papa blames himself but it happens, right?”

Deku could relate on the hardships of being Quirkless but it must have been even worse for you considering you were daughter of a well known Pro Hero. He felt quite insensitive to bring up such a heavy subject like that upon first meeting you. His heart aches knowing he made you feel so downcast without knowing.

“I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized, guilt overwhelming his conscious, “that was rude of me to ask. Please forgive me!”

“Don’t worry about it,” you waved him off in an effort to calm his nerves. “I’m not held back by not having a Quirk—”

Deku felt relieved you had such a positive outlook on life despite being Quirkless, opposite to how he was when he was younger. It gave him hope towards the future, especially was going to working with Sir Nighteye.

“—Plus, Papa says I’m such an expert at guessing people’s orders that I must have Foresight in some way, huh?”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Mirio replied, squeezing your hand in support.

The rest of the hour was filled with conversation circulating the topic of work-studies, Sir Nighteye and All Might’s partnership, and the agency’s sidekicks.

“We have to go, Y/N,” Mirio pouted, not wanting to leave his S/O side due to the fun they were all having. “I’m introducing Sir to Midoriya today in hopes of securing him a work study position,”

“Oh, have just the thing!” You winked, before running towards the bakery display.

Both Deku and Mirio were confused by your sudden action but all was explained as soon as you returned.

“Can you give these to Papa for me?” You asked while holding a few pastry boxes. The desserts inside were decorated to look like each person currently working at the agency. “He’ll appreciate them more knowing I’m the one who gave them to you!”

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N!” Deku smiled while bidding his fairwell alonside your S/O.

“I like him,” your coworker, Ayumi, laughed as she hugged you as you returned the affectionate gesture. “I think Sir Nighteye will like him too!”

“Uhm,” you mumbled quietly, “about that… that’s why I sent him with the box. It’s a bribe.”

“Oh my god…” Ayumi gasped in horror, “Y/N, you didn’t tell him?”

“Stop exaggerating,” you slapped your friend’s shoulder playfully, “He’s going to make a great hero someday. They both are. I can feel it.”

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Sauce - Sweet n' Spicy (Mirio ,Chubby s/o)

Headcanons based on something I'd enjoy reading more of, so hopefully you guys enjoy it too.

Mirio with a very sweet, very Thicc s/o...

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Sweet (SFW)

Well first thing's first, this boy won't even notice your weight, but will notice you for how adorable you are and genuine you are as a person. Not to say he's ignoring you weight, it just sorta never ...crosses his mind how plump you are ??

That is until you guys are dating and he finally gets the pleasure of draping his arms around your waist and HOLY CRAP, YOU'RE SO SOFT.

At first, you might think a super buff guy like Mirio would be turned off by some super curvaceous girl with a tummy, but he's all for it.

He like, hugs you constantly, tries to hold your chubby hand as much as humanly possible, and if you're not wanting PDA, he'll dead ass stand behind you when your out so he can brush against you. Not even in a lewd way (at first), just wants to feel that soft skin.

Spicy (NSFW)

This man is absolutely in love with the curves of your body. Can and will ask to rest his head on your ass.

Tries not to in public, but he's so grabby.

Strong hands always find their way to your thighs, or your boobs, your tummy, your ass- please let him touch you. Not gonna lie though, if you deny him enough, he'll get a bit rough(and turned on too) and take what he wants.

100% will finger your pussy or ass relentlessly under a table.

Will be so pleased just to be knuckle deep inside you, juices coating his fingers, while his other hand is roaming your curves.

Not ashamed to ask and even beg for it, especially in private.

Thought his knuckles were deep? Oh, baby, no. You've experienced nothing yet.

Mirio is the king of deep, and I mean deep, strokes. Alot of the time, while he's constantly topping you, he'll hoist you up by those thicc thighs mid stroke so that you're entrance is angled upward towards him and just plow into you like a damn gardening tool.

Like fuck, babe.

This is almost too deep.

...That's what you wanna tell him, but all that's coming out of your plump lips are screams of pleasure and saliva.

And he's enjoying every bit of it.

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Well this turned into something else entirely.

Also, does this count as a scenario?

@quirkless-fics

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Help A Friend

Mirio has an idea to boost Tamaki’s confidence and asks for your help.

This fic kicked my ass for a solid month but I finally won

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Falling For You

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Mirio Togata x Reader

Word Count: 937

Request: @elisemb123

elisemb123 asked:

I’m absolutely in love with your Mirio stories! So frickin cute! Okay so I’m a sucker for slightly spicy awkward situations with underlying tension between two people who a pining for each other. With his permeation quirk I’m sure he find himself in a lot of awkward situations XD Can I get a lil something like that with Mirio and his fem crush? Pretty please and thank you!! :D

A/N: AHH I’m back! I took a slight (way too long) break after our super fun soulmate week, but I’m back in swing with some normal requests! Thank you so much for your patience! I really hope you’re happy with this - I’m not sure if I hit the mark on spicy, but there’s definitely some awkward, embarrassed, pining going on here! The end legit makes me blush and I literally wrote it (I need help haha). Thanks for the request! I hope y’all have a lovely day!

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You had always been a clumsy person, and the mysterious bruises that always seemed to litter your shins or knees proved that. The bruises on your skin (from either the coffee table or a random pole on the way to school) were something you could live with, but what you couldn’t handle is how unbelievably clumsy you got around a certain blonde.

It wasn’t as if you were trying to impress him, per se, but you wouldn’t mind not falling every second you spent with him.

Now Mirio, of course, thought your clumsiness was hilarious, and, though you would never believe it yourself, cute as hell. And so if he wasn’t on the floor with you, laughing his head off, he was picking you up off the ground, time and time again.

You were so proud of yourself though today, when you had made it all the way through classes without making a complete fool of yourself. You were on your way to the training grounds, the obnoxious blonde by your side as always, when you foolishly decided to point out this fact.

“You know, I haven’t fallen a single time today,” you said proudly, striding through the hallway confidently.

Mirio let out a laugh. “It’s before noon, y/n, I wouldn’t be speaking so soon.”

You shook your head stubbornly. “No, I think this is it. Today is the day.”

“The day?”

“The day I’m gonna make it back to my dorm without falling once.” Mirio snickered, and you couldn’t help but join in on his laughter.

But in the split second you had been distracted by the golden boy’s laugh, your eyes fluttering shut for just a second, you managed to lose your footing.

As your heart nearly stopped, you shut your eyes tightly, preparing for impact (you were way too used to this). But somehow, impact never came, and instead, you found yourself encased in the warm arms of your best friend. Your eyes shot open to meet his bright blue ones, way closer to your face than you had imagined.

Your heart resumed its beating, much faster than before, as you felt your face flush from the sudden closeness. Of course you shouldn’t have assumed you’d be safe from your clumsiness, especially in Mirio’s presence. But you couldn’t help the shame and embarrassment that brought color to your cheeks.

Mirio still hadn’t said anything, the two of you frozen in your strange, half-fallen position. But realization flashed in his eyes when he finally registered your closeness, and you could nearly swear you saw the beginnings of a blush rising up his neck.

You didn’t have time to be sure, however, when you suddenly found yourself falling yet again, this time phasing through Mirio’s arms as if they were thin air.

You let out a yelp, not prepared at all for the second fall, and found yourself helplessly reaching out to grab at Mirio, who was, at the moment, unintentionally using his quirk, leaving your fingers grasping at empty air.

“Ah! Sorry!” Mirio yelled, and you felt his arms once again reach around behind you, unceremoniously yanking you back up to a near standing position rather harshly. With his hasty movements, you found yourself unable to keep from crashing into him, your noses bumping violently as you struggled to regain balance.

Now officially out of breath, your eyes squeezed shut, either from fear of falling once more or from the pain in your face, which was stinging still from impact. Mirio’s arms were tightly wrapped around your body, as if he was scared to drop you, again. Luckily for Mirio, your feet were now planted firmly on the ground, and though your knees felt slightly shaky, you would likely keep your footing if he were to let you go.

But when that didn’t seem like it was happening anytime soon, you hesitantly opened your eyes.

There was a determined look in your friend’s eyes that you felt had something to do with his concentration on staying solid, but only succeeding in making you laugh, the tension in your body releasing slightly.

It was unmistakable now, the blush on Mirio’s face dusting over his nose, which you hoped wasn’t hurting too badly. “I’m really sorry, y/n. My quirk acts up when…” he exhaled shakily, “When I’m nervous.”

Your heart leaped in your chest. “N-nervous?”

His arms loosened on your back for a second, but you suddenly had the urge to reach out to him, your hands tugging on his shirt over his chest, as you desperately attempted to keep him close to you.

“I get clumsy,” you said quickly, averting your eyes from Mirio’s confused face, “when I’m nervous.”

Mirio’s eyes widened as he realized what you were saying. Without replying, he found himself wrapping his arms around you even tighter than before, pulling you even closer.

Your breath hitched as your noses brushed, though this time, the touch was gentle and soft, as was the feeling of his lips on yours just a second later. You felt yourself sigh into the kiss, the remaining tension in your body gone as you melted into his arms. Before he fully pulled away, you felt his smile brushing against your lips. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his sparkling blue ones.

“I wont drop you again, I promise,” Mirio said, grinning widely. You found yourself unable to resist returning his contagious smile.

“I’ll try not to fall around you again.” You giggled a bit, but Mirio’s face turned serious as he leaned in close to your face once more.

“Never stop falling for me, sunshine.”

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instantlysassywombat · 4 years

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Dear Mirio, Im ovulating rn so get yo ass over here and fuck me like you wanna put a baby in me! Get in doggy position and wrap your arms around my waist so I can’t escape. Love, your horny girlfriend

Dear love

Okay! Im on my way my sunshine!! And dont worry!! Ill breed you as much as you want! Your satisfaction is my goal!! Lemillion will give you pleasure like no other my love💛💛💛!!!

Love lemillion

((admin: he has a thing for being called lemillion btw ;3

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physical (you’re so). | 18+ | mirio x fem!reader

Brooooo this ask has me feeling WEAK today, thank you for requesting! You are more than welcome to send me thirst anytime–screw the tumblr character limit! I used female pronouns for this, but let me know if you want that changed! Characters here are 18+. @soft-boy-writes, this is also for you uwu

Warnings: smut, public sex, cockwarming, panty stealing

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Can I request a Mirio X Reader where the reader completely stops speaking after experiencing something traumatic but slowly gains the courage to talk again after a while?

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it but my writing slump has hit hard. I hope that if you have gone through this sort of thing that this piece helps a little. I hope you’re doing okay! Mirio is a sweetheart and I adore him.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Pairing: Mirio Togata x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Villain attack and injuries mentioned

One of the Million

Mirio didn’t have his powers anymore. His quirk was gone. Eri’s power could maybe one day restore it for him, but he wasn’t bothered at the moment. He was on break from his studies and his friends. Eri held up a doll for him in the small lounge.

“You want to play, Eri?” He asked with a curious look, round, blue eyes filled with joy as he took the princess from her grasp and pushed himself down off the sofa to sit in front of her. He grasp the toy with a smile full of teeth and put her little feet on the wooden floor, his fingers putting one foot in front of the other towards the character Eri had chosen.

“Oh no!” He cooed in a girly voice, “The terrifying dragon has taken me hostage, Mister All Might! Please will you save me?!” Mirio made the doll clutch at her face as Eri slammed All Might into the carpet with a soft thud, his hands posed to point at the dragon in the middle of them both.

“I will save you, princess!” She uttered with a smile before All Might punched the dragon and she pressed the button on the back.

“TEXAS SMASH!” The doll roared and Eri laughed gently as she thumped the dragon over in the carpet and cheered.

“Oh, Mister All Might, you’re my hero!” Mirio pushed the doll close to Eri’s and laughed when she turned All Might away.

Eri chewed at her lip for a moment before looking at Mirio with wide and curious eyes.

“They don’t have to get married now do they?” She asked softly, clutching All Might close to her chest.

Mirio laughed brightly, “Nope! The woman can just be grateful to All Might.” He nodded and made the doll bow before trotting her off to the house the two of them had put together the other day.

“Mirio?” Eri asked again, “Have you seen (Y/N) lately?” She asked, playing with All Might’s arms, bending them into a punch motion as she averted her eyes from Mirio’s curious blue eyes.

“I have…” He shrugged before rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m trying to come up with something that’ll make them smile.” Mirio confessed, “(Y/N) was hurt by a villain. I want to do something special!”

Eri looked sad for a moment before humming, “Maybe you could buy a present?” She pushed her fingers into All Might’s stomach. The doll made a ‘hurgh’ noise before Eri stroked his hair back into place and reached for her Eraserhead limited edition doll to brush at his hair with a small comb.

Mirio hummed with a frustrated look, “I don’t want to seem like I’m being overly…you know?” He pushed his fingers together as he thought, “A present seems overbearing.”

The young girl paused brushing Eraserhead’s hair and smiled, “What about lunch? OH!” She crawled closer to Mirio, “CANDY APPLES!” She cheered before Mirio laughed brightly, large hand ruffling her hair before a small plan formulated in his head.

“Eri you might be on to something!” Mirio’s eyes went wide before he scrambled for his phone to text Tamaki while they were still in class. The shy boy didn’t reply but rung his phone a few minutes later in the hallway.

“M-Mirio? What’s the matter?” He asked softly on the other end.

Mirio jumped from the carpeted floor and rapidly moved his hands as he explained his new plan to his best friend.

You had been silent since the villain had found it fun to cut open your arms that day. Your quirk wasn’t great for combat. The ability to grow plants perfectly and create large plants with a great deal of concentration. You’d managed to launch the man away with a massive vine. Many more had followed and snapped him tight, close to the ground and trapped before you’d passed out, arms bleeding and a man impaled in the alley. Hound Dog had found you with the man. He reported back about the trauma and checked in at the infirmary as you recovered with an update. For such a scary teacher, you appreciated his quiet nature when around you. The man had even brought you a small collection of wild flowers. You felt safer knowing Hound Dog was looking after everyone at UA. Classes were hard to concentrated on with the shake in your hands and the pain in your arms. Recovery Girl had you fit and well, but she couldn’t heal the mental wounds from the event. Finishing school, therefore, felt like an impossible task.

The dorm was quiet as you finished your breakfast and moved to follow the rest of your group out towards the main school building. You hadn’t said a word since the day. You spotted Amajiki and smiled before tucking yourself up with your books and heading towards the main building in the beginnings of the autumn weather.

“(Y/N)!!” You heard someone shout behind you. You turned with wide eyes and watched as Mirio came through the gate with Eri in tow. The girl was yawning, clutching a princess doll to her side as Mirio held boxes in his other arm.

You stayed silent as he came close.

“Good morning!” Mirio cheered, clad in form fitting jogging gear, leggings and a thermal t-shirt, “Ah! I came to give you lunch. Me and Eri made them last night.” He pulled a box from his backpack and smiled brightly as Eri smiled shyly from behind his leg.

He caught you looking down at Eri curiously, the blue wrapped bento clutched in your hands.

“Oh! You’re probably wondering why Eri is with me, right?” He asked, “Mr Aizawa asked me to look after her today. He’s busy with field classes for his class so I offered to take her to the park.” He smiled with white teeth before nodding, “I hope you have a good day though! You can always text me if you want to chat, okay?”

Bewildered, you nodded and watched him moved his backpack to his front before he piggy backed Eri back off school property and towards the park.

Mirio brought you lunch twice a week. You saw him every time in the same place. Sometimes he brought Eri, and others just himself. He always came to drop off your lunch on his jog, breathing a little hard and face dappled in sweat. It was good that he was keeping up training for when he could come back to UA and study.

“Oh yeah, I have a catch-up session with Ectoplasm later on a call. He’s keeping me on my toes with the maths. I’m not too great at it still, but its nice to have some studying to do while I can’t do hero stuff.” He tapped at his chin as he handed you your lunch again.

You looked at the polka dot cloth wrapped around the bento and chewed your cheek. You strained your throat before taking a deep breath, grabbing Mirio’s hand as he turned to rummage in his backpack again for his water bottle.

You squeezed his hand and smiled.

Mirio’s eyes went wide and starry before he clutched your hand and shook it rapidly up and down, “Your welcome, (Y/N)!” He smiled brightly before looking at his He smiled brightly before looking at his step counter and sighing, “I’ll see you before the weekend, okay?”

You nodded and gave a wave before watching him set off in a jog again, the lunch box and cloth in his bag from the last lunch he delivered.

The fresh smell of cotton from the cloth made you smile as you opened your lunch, forgoing the fine lunches that were served at UA in favour of the one made by Mirio. Rice, a steamed meat bun, seaweed and other seed accompaniments. You smiled as you took your chopsticks and dug in, resolve burning a new in your gut.

“Good Morning!” Mirio cheered before he laughed and stuck his bottom through the bush, “I’m feeling, just peachy!” He erupted with laughter before standing and turning to see your red face. Mirio scratched his cheek, “Ah, sorry.” He chuckled again before climbing out of the bush and plucking free a purple wrapped bento for you, “For you!” He cheered as you took the box and smiled.

You took the cloth before taking his hand again and tightening your grip, squeezing it in a form of thank you before he inevitably escaped for his run.

“You’re welcome!” He squeezed your hand before reaching into his pocket and pushing a plastic wrapped pair of chopsticks through the tie of the cloth, “I forgot to put them in the box!”

You felt your throat clench as you looked up at Mirio. You squeezed his hand tighter before taking a deep breath.

“Do you have classes today? Oh, and Eri says hello. She’s with one of Mister Aizawa’s friend…” He babbled on ignoring you steeling your nerves.

You smiled up at him, “Thank you, Mirio.”

Mirio went silent, blue eyes staring down at you silently, his mouth open in shock.

“You just spoke to me!” He cheered before grappling your waist, hugging you tight and spinning you around rapidly with laughter.

“Mirio…I feel dizzy…” You clutched his shoulders as the man plonked you back on the grass.

He moved his arms rapidly, cheering, “I’m so happy!”

You smiled back at the blond before patting his arm, “Thank you, Mirio, for everything.” You took his hand again with a smile before rubbing at your throat gently.

“You’re welcome! I’ll…Hey how about we hang out after classes?” He offered, “I’ll bring snacks and we can have a picnic out on the training field!” You nodded with a blush.

“That would be nice.”

“It’s a date then!” He pumped his arms before rushing away to go and jog. You blushed, holding your lunch in your hand tight, embarrassed about the fact he had referred to it as a date.

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me More

Character/Pairing: Mirio x Chubby Reader

Summary/Prompt: Readers quirk is Flora, making them bloom petals, inconvenient for when they gets flustered. They struggle to control it, making them self conscious.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None.

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Brilliant shades of yellow sprinkled across your skin, some being tugged off by the wind and circling you, the sunlight casting colourful shadows in all shades like rays of sun against your skin.

You looked ethereal, so captivating to everyone around you, drawing the eyes of your fellow classmates from their own training as gasps of delight filled the air from a few of the students.

Those snapped you out of your peaceful state, and soon red petals of Columbine Rose sprung from your skin and settled around you in a flurry, their soft and slow floats an opposite to your swift and jaunting movements as your arms came to hug your curves and tug down your sleeves, only to cause more petals to gush out around you.

Embarrassment was a reaction your classmates were used to bringing out of you, even if unintentionally. Your quirk, while mesmerizing, was hard to keep under control. It required having a constant leash on your emotions and feelings, which was something you found yourself struggling to do.

As you fought to control yourself, slicked tuffs of yellow came marching towards you from across the room.

Mirio Togata.

As one of the big three, his presence was hard to ignore, but he seemed to make it his own personal mission to get in your face and steal your attention as much as possible. Whether it was waving at you in the corridors, trying to chat with you at lunch or checking up on you during training when you were flustered.

If only he knew how much worse he was making things.

Before he could come too close, you quickly excused yourself to your teacher and bounced off quickly to the toilets, a flurry of rose petals trailing behind you.

It was a wonder as to how Mirio was oblivious to your feelings, never managing to get near you before you ran off in bursts of petals, spraying out like a prism of colour, with your face as red as a rose.

Most girls in UA had a crush on the future pro hero, but it seemed like you were the only one who couldn’t stand to be near him.

The next time you saw him was at the end of class before lunch, everyone was milling about their desk as they gathered their things, groups of friends floating here and there to talk about the lesson and their plans for the day.

Your guard was down while you were packing your notebooks into your bag, not paying attention to your surroundings.

“Hey there, Y/N!” The loud and cheerful voice alone was enough to startle several plumes of petals out of you, but the angular, grinning face that was now taking centre place on your notes was what got you jumping out of your seat with a yell.

“Aha! Sorry about that, didn’t mean to startle you there.” Mirio rubbed his neck sheepishly, standing up from your desk. “I just wanted to check you were ok after gym this morning, you seemed pretty worked up.”

This was not a situation you were prepared for. In front of you stood Mirio, in all his tall, buff glory with his full attention directed towards you, someone with barely any grasp on your quirk compared to his.

‘Have I even spoken to him before?’ You wondered, raking through your head for anything as more and more petals poured out of your pores and landing all around your desk in a heap.

You had almost worked up the courage to respond when your teacher started barking from the front of the room.

“Y/N! Clean up your mess before lunch is over, don’t leave the petals lying about.”

Despite your anxiety over being scolded for your petals, the order only added to the pressure and more mess was added to the heap.

The rest of the class scurried around you out of the classroom until you realised, much to your horror, that you were the only person left in the room with Mirio.

“I, um, I have to go get a brush.” He was standing right in front of you, not leaving much room to bypass his bulk.

“Oh sure, sorry.”

You made a beeline out of the classroom and towards the cleaning cupboard for a broom, holding your breath and focusing on trying to hold back the veil of petals trailing after you after brushing past the handsome blonde.

It was only as a muscular arm, littered with scars reached past you to grab the broom did you realise Mirio had followed behind you, giving you a closed eyed smile as you glanced back at him before walking back to the classroom, arms swinging by his sides and broom in hand.

Quickly glimpsing around the stuffy closet showed that he had taken the only broom, leaving you to scurry after him with the pan.

As you got to the class, Mirio had already swept most of the petals into a pile, humming to his own little tune.

“Mirio, let me, it’s my mess.” Your voice was soft with nerves, trying to tiptoe closer to him.

“But why?” His face was a picture of genuine confusion as you approached, eyebrows arched. “I was the one that freaked you out right? Making you create all these petals? So it’s my fault, the least I can do is sweep them up.”

Before you could register what had happened, large calloused fingers were brushing against yours as Mirio took the pan from you and began taking out the petals, now a neat pile, in all sorts of colours.

Mirio stalled suddenly as he lifted the petals, picking one out delicately between his fingers and rubbing the dainty petal with his thumb

“This is motherwort, right?” A cheeky grin slide across his features. “Are you secretly in love with someone, Y/N?”

“W-What?!” He couldn’t know. Next to no-one knew flower language, no one cared for meaning anymore, it had to have been a lucky guess.

“Oh, gardenia! Sweet love and purity!” Mirio was digging through the pile now, gushing over all the different petals gasping with joy at each one. “You’re head over heels, huh? Are they in our class?”

Ice ran through your veins as your brain tried to process what was happening in the simplest terms possible. ‘He knew flower language’, bad, he’d know your every feeling now as soon as you got flustered. ‘He passed it off as a crush on someone else’, better, you wouldn’t have to face humiliating rejection yet.

“Oh hey, new petals!” In an instant Mirio was crouched right next to your thighs as new petals bloomed. His nose raised into the air with an audible sniff as he was picking up a new petal. “Is that… rose water?”

Your shoes squeaked against the floor as you rushed backwards, stuttering out apologies.

“I’m sorry, it’s my quirk! I-It happens when I’m sweaty.” The situation couldn’t get worse and you were facing the worst sort of humiliation. Avoiding him had been for nothing, you’d managed to embarrass yourself in front of him anyway.

“That’s so cool! Wish I could do that, would solve a lot of problems.” The last part was muffled as Mirio rubbed his nose, jumping up from his crouch and holding the newly found petal to the light. Your heart dropped.

“A red Chrysanthemum petal. Hmm.” As his eyes squinted at it your heart dropped. When they widened, it nearly broke.

“You love me?!”

There was no that you could say out loud, not without having to face heartbreak. Emotions weren’t something you were good at hiding, though.

It wasn’t petals that fell now, tears streaked your face instead, falling onto the red petals like dewdrops as you dropped your head to the floor.

“I…” You could barely croak out a sentence while your throat tightened, lump forming.

A large hand reached for yours, instantly shooting sparks through your skin. Your hand was raised up, calloused fingers nudging your palm open as an ethereal, white petal danced down and tickled your hand as it landed.

“Jonquil.” Mirio’s voice was tender, with a matching smile as he looked down at you affectionately. “Affection returned.”

His blue eyes flickered down as he took your other hand and closed your palms together, wrapping his own hands around yours and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“But, I-, why me?“ Breath wasn’t reaching your lungs and giving you the fuel to speak. “I’m not like Nejire or-, or any of the other girls in class!” Your hands broke out of his hold to gesture aggressively at your body.

Mirio was never the type to play a cruel prank on someone, or go out of his way to humiliate them, but you couldn’t accept this.

“I know you’re not.” The words stung, crushing you, but the look on Mirio’s face as you looked at the body you were waving at, it was raw and loving.

He swallowed suddenly, looking you in eye with a fierce determination. The hands that were holding yours carefully came up to frame your face, thumb stroking your chin like you were the most precious thing he’d held.

The approach was slow, but his lips were on yours before you could react. His kiss was supple, capturing your bottom lip with his, basking in everything you were.

There wasn’t a suddenness to the warmth he brought, but as his mouth left yours the chill was abrupt.

“That’s exactly why I love you.”

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Notes: The quirk and entire scenario is so cute, tysm for sending this in <3 The petals I used were specific to their meaning (eg, peony = bashful). Also the title was meant to be a play on “He loves me, he loves me not”, in case anyone didn’t understand.

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May I request Endeavor remarrying and eventually has a little girl?🥺👉🏾👈🏾 (I love u too🥺❤️)

Yes you can! Also I’m stating that any hate/gross/nasty comments on this post about Enji will be deleted! I put up with a lot, but being harassed for writing/liking a character that doesn’t exist is not one of them!

- Enji getting re-married? ppfft, never. This man had a heart of stone. Sure he was trying to be a better man, but he was not looking for love.

- But that changed when he met you. Talk about his whole life getting flipped upside down, he didn’t know how to act.

- Of course you had to tell him you liked him, he is too much of a emotionally constipated man to admit he has “butterflies” again.

- Enji is an older man, so dating wasn’t really what he was used to- but he decided he liked you so much he wanted to give it a try.

- Yikes. The first date was the most awkward thing you had ever experienced, but eventually towards the end you two began to actually get comfortable around each other.

- Your relationship continued for a while, you dated for about a year or so before Enji got impatient and proposed. He knew he was in his forties, so he didn’t want to wait until he was an old man to get married! You said yes.

- Enji was a nervous wreck at the wedding, especially when he saw you in your dress. He didn’t want to admit it, but he almost cried.

- After a year or so of being married, it wasn’t planned- but you found out you were going to have a baby.

- Cue the number one hero being a train wreck. Choo choo, the anxiety train has left the station.

- He didn’t know if he wanted a child, he was too concerned about messing them up or saying something or doing something that would push them away like he did with his current children.

- You reassured him that he would be great! He was working hard to be a good dad and a hero they could be proud of. But you did say if he ever hurt your child that you’d leave him without second thought.

- When you were pregnant, Enji didn’t want you going anywhere! He would let you give him a list to go grocery shopping…which he always brought home the wrong things. Even with a list- he failed.

- Had Enji ever made a meal? No. But when you would be sick and in bed from the baby he would try his best to make anything you could keep down. Grilled cheese? It might be burnt but he will deliver! He refused to order the food because he wanted to actually do something for you.

- When your water broke one day while you were walking with Enji outside in the yard, he flipped out. He ran inside and got your things while you waddled to the car calmly.

- Enji was nervous while you were in labor, holding your hand and squeezing your hand instead of you using his as it should have been.

- After hours of labor, a healthy baby girl was born! And as guessed, she had fiery red hair just like her Father. You were overjoyed to see her open her eyes, bright blue eyes just like Enji.

- For the first time ever, you witnessed Enji cry while he held her. He was so anxious to hold her, at first he wouldn’t take her from you. He decided he would try his very best to be the best dad he could ever be.

- Surprisingly, Enji forgot how much babies cry. He decided to watch your daughter so you could go shopping for once to get out of the house- this was a mistake. He forgot that babies cried, screamed, drooled, and messed all over themselves constantly.

- Enji had never changed a diaper either, so this was a first for him as well. And it was- brutal. How did women do it? How did single Fathers do it? How did ANYBODY DO THIS? He couldn’t figure out how to put the diaper on after he got the dirty one off, so he just wrapped up the baby’s bottom half in a t-shirt and hoped for the best.

- When you returned home from shopping, the house was in shambles but it was quiet. You walked to the bedroom and saw Enji sound asleep on the bed with your daughter curled up on his chest with a t-shirt engulfing her tiny body. You smiled, Enji didn’t know how to do it…but he tried. You could tell he loved you and his daughter, and that made you happy.

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