#caretaker kirishima

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Bakugo: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Bakugo: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Sero: Uh... what's up with him?

Kaminari: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Bakugo: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Kirishima, crying: It's working ( So manly... )

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Sick of Your Face (KiriBaku sickfic)

Katsuki awoke with his throat on fire. The pressure in his head throbbed. Nausea churned in his stomach. He sneezed so hard that small fireworks shot from his hands. The sneeze was like a gateway that broke as snot began to run down his nose. At the time, Katsuki thought it was a good idea to sniff it back up, but his throat screamed in protest, and a noise of scratchy irritation formed behind his lips.

He should probably go back to bed. The idea was tempting enough, but what type of hero would he be if a mild cold got him down?

I'll get some Tylenol and water for my throat. That'll kick it in the ass, Katsuki thought as he swung his legs out of bed.

Once he finished dressing into his uniform, Katsuki went to the bathroom facilities, where he found Kaminari and Todoroki brushing their teeth. "Oh, hey, Bafuhoe!" Kaminari mumbled around his toothbrush.

Todoroki spat into the sink in front of him and wiped his chin. "Hello, Bakugou." With no toothbrush in his mouth, it was easy for the peppermint bitch to pronounce his name correctly.

Katsuki gave a small grunt of recognition, only to regret it shortly afterward. Dammit. Why'd everything gotta hurt so much? He glared at both of them through his lashes. As if to send the message that he didn't want to talk to anybody.

"You're awfully quiet, Bakugou. Is something wrong?" Todoroki inquired as he watched Katsuki's movements through the mirror. Katsuki tried to ignore him but felt a muscle in his jaw twitch as he stepped towards the sink he claimed at the beginning of dorm life.

Kaminari spat into his sink, then rinsed it clean. "Wait a minute....yeah, you're right, dude!" Kaminari threw his head back into a laugh. "Did all your yelling and screaming catch up to ya—? Ouch!"

Iida had stepped in and had given the walking electrical outlet a smack upside his head and a stern lecture to follow. Katsuki popped open his mirror cupboard and used it to hide his tiny smirk of satisfaction. It served that little discounted crackhead, Zeus, right.

After rooting for the medicine, Katsuki closed the mirror door—clack. Twisted the faucet's handles—squeak, squeak. And waited for the perfect temperature—shaaaaw.

Katsuki wasn't one to be insecure about his looks, but his sickly complexion made him more self-conscious about it. His face was grey, except for his nose and under-eyes. His nose was more red than the spiky mop on Kirishima's head. Katsuki's under-eyes were a mix of pink from the rubbing and purple from his sleepless night. His lips were cracked and dry. And then his once ruby-sharp, fiery to the point of volcanic eyes were dulled to nothing more than a pair of sunken-in velvet and doormat ones.

All in all, he looked like shit.

He placed the recommended dosage on his tongue and cupped his hands for a makeshift cup. With each sip he took, a grimace followed. To keep the rest of him healthy, Katsuki washed his face—being careful around his nose, and brushed his teeth—making the situation worse for his throat. Katsuki didn't bother fixing his half-tucked button-up, or his hair, which was pressed down in some areas and wild in others.

When Katsuki stepped out into the common area, he sniffed to stop more snot from dripping. He didn't use the back of his hand. It was unhygienic. Also, people could've thought he was weak by using the back of his hand to stop the mucus from leaking.

"Bakubro!" an annoying voice called, causing Katsuki to snap his head up and away from the turmoil of his muddled thoughts. It was Kirishima with a wide shark-toothed smile and his hand held up in greeting.

Once Katsuki realized that the walking boulder wanted a high-five, he kept his hands in his pockets. Instead, Katsuki jerked his head in acknowledgment and stomped to the kitchen.

Ashido and Aoyama were nibbling away and some cream-cheese bagels as Katsuki pawed around at the contents in the fridge. The only soft thing for his throat was peach-flavored yogurt. Katsuki internally groaned as he snatched the item and a spoon from the nearby drawer. As he ate his light breakfast, the room began to notice his lack of...noise. If he wasn't sick, he would've been kicking and screaming about something by now.

Katsuki downed the small cup and tossed it in the trash. Stupid Tylenol...shit's not even working yet.

●•●•●•●

It wasn't odd for Bakugou to ignore Eijirou's high-fives. He never was one for physical contact, so Eijirou didn't take it personally. But what bothered him was how quiet Bakugou was. During class and training, Bakugou spoke the bare minimum. When he did, his voice was nasally and hoarse.

Eijirou figured it was more than just a sore throat from all his screaming. Bakugou's posture was more hunched. He winced whenever he sniffed. Bakugou struggled to keep his eyes open during training and wobbled after one of his explosions on occasion.

English class had finished, and Eijirou was waiting for Bakugou past the doorway. Present Mic called for Bakugou, but Eijirou was willing to wait a little longer. When the teacher's voice grew louder, Eijirou knew he shouldn't eavesdrop. But he couldn't help it. Eijirou wanted to know what was wrong with his friend.

"Bakugou, I think you need to go to Recovery Girl to get that cold of yours fixed up," Mic coaxed.

"I'm fine!" he snapped.

A fit of coughs and rough sniffles proved he was lying.

"'Kay, maybe I'm not..."—a frustrated sigh was heaved—"...the best. But I'm not hurt, so she can't help."

Mic sucked his teeth. "Well then, you need to get some rest, kid. You could make others sick and things worse for you."

Bakugou grumbled. "Fine,"

Is Bakugou sick? I need to help him recover, Eijirou thought as he stepped back into the room. "Excuse me?" Eijirou awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck. "I was kinda eavesdropping and—"

"What the hell?!" Bakugou yelled before his face pinched in irritation, and a fit of coughs scratched his throat. It got bad to the point where he doubled over a little.

"Sorry, but I just thought...what if I help you while you're sick? If you don't want me to, that's fine!" Eijirou quickly added when he saw Bakugou starting to fume.

"Hell no! Get lost, shitty-hair idiot."

Mic cleared his throat to refocus the group back to him. "Seems like a wonderful idea, Kirishima! Wasn't Aizawa talking about being able to rely on others?" He whipped out finger guns, one for each student. "I'll tell your teacher to cut some slack for your homework for the next couple of days."

And just like that, the teacher was gone, leaving the students alone.

Bakugou glowered and Eijirou and jammed his hands into his pockets. "Whatever. Just don't make this a big deal." Bakugou croaked as he began to leave. Eijirou promptly followed, not wanting to fail his new job.

●•●•●•●

Goddammit! He won't stop following me like a stray puppy! Katsuki yelled internally. Even though he wasn't talking, his throat was burning.

"Go get ready for bed, bro. I'll be back to bring you some supper," his new caretaker chimed. Katsuki slammed the door before Eijirou could continue blabbering and rested his head against the wood. His head pounded, and his nose started to drip again. Katsuki sniffed the snot back up. He didn't want to use another one of those damn tissues. It would be like asking for help, and he didn't need it...he didn't want it. But he felt so run down and exhausted that he couldn't put up a fight to not have help.

Katsuki changed into his favorite skill t-shirt and shorts. Even though Present Mic asked for more time for submissions, Katsuki sunk into his desk chair and began his work. Katsuki's eyelids were heavy, and his headache worsened with each equation answered. But his efforts were all for naught when his head hit the workbook's pages.

"Hey...hey, buddy," a soft voice called. He felt a warm hand gently shake his shoulder. Katsuki squeezed his eyelids before slowly peeling them open.

Katsuki felt like he was about to pass out. Which was strange because he had just woken up. "God," he rasped, "Fuck...how'd you get in?" Katsuki's throat was drier than the Sahara desert. He sat up, causing the room to spin and the corners of his vision to darken.

"You left the door unlocked and didn't open when I knocked," Kirishima admitted with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I took so long. I had to wash my hair gel out. I also made you some soup."

Katsuki felt like his nap made things worse.

Kirishima sat the bowl on the table. "C'mere," he ushered. Kirishima stretched out his hands.

Katsuki swatted them away. "Don't...don't need your stupid help," Katsuki grumbled. He stumbled out of his chair. The room spun and darkened again as an arm snaked around his waist.

"Woah there! Careful, bro. Don't need you hitting your head now!" Kirishima joked.

Looking up at him with hazy eyes, Katsuki noticed Kirishima's half-up hairstyle, still damp from the shower. And how his jawline and collarbone still glistened from the rushed hygiene check. Katsuki tried to stand up straighter, but his knees were weak. Katsuki's neck and face felt hot. Was he running a fever?

Kirishima helped Katsuki into his bed and went back to the desk. Once Kirishima placed the water and soup on the nightstand, he paced around the room. He pointed upward in a "Eureka!" movement. "Can't forget to check you for a fever."

He held the thermometer up to Katsuki's lips. "This is a little—" Kirishima popped the thermometer into Katsuki's mouth. He wanted to gag at the metallic taste. "This is a little overkill," he croaked.

"I just need some sleep. Get lost, idiot." Katsuki muttered as he pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. He placed it on his nightstand and rolled over, pulling the blankets past his chin.

Kirishima's enthusiastic smile slowly dropped. "Oh, okay. You know where my room is if you need anything, right?" Katsuki nodded, staring at the wall.

Footsteps padded out of his room. Katsuki waited until he heard the door click before and sat back up. He grabbed the glass and downed the water. Katsuki flinched at the first gulp but was thankful for how the cool water soothed his throat.

Once the water was gone, he eyed the suspicious soup. He didn't trust it. Katsuki rolled over and went to bed, too tired to do anything else.

●•●•●•●

"Hey Kiri, how's it going?" Sero asked.

Eijirou flopped onto the couch with a sigh mixed with a groan. "He didn't want to take my help. But he's going to get worse if he doesn't. He was so tired, he almost passed out, for crying out loud!"

Asui and Hagakure sat on the loveseat beside the couch Eijirou and Sero rested on. "It's that bad?" Hagakure marveled, "He never was sick before. You'd think that how much he takes care of himself, he wouldn't be sick like this."

"I mean, it's good that he's sleeping. But he can't sleep while getting food, medicine, or anything else. I just feel like I have to help him because he's done so much for me. It's like I owe him, you know? Not to mention that he relies on himself too much."

Sero gave Eijirou a comforting pat on the knee. "He can be...rough, most of the time. But keep trying 'cause he needs to accept that he needs to ask for help."

Eijirou grinned. "Thanks, guys." He stood and adjusted his pants. "I should probably go and check up on him. Let me know if anyone needs anything."

Nobody said anything as he left.

He carefully crept into Bakugou's room. Eijirou made as little to no sound as possible to not wake him. Eijirou made a face when he saw the untouched bowl of soup but was glad the water was gone. He placed a hand on Bakugou's forehead. To his surprise, he was shivering but boiling to the touch. Eijirou took his now sweaty palm and wiped it on his pant leg. Despite his almost always angry appearance, Bakugou was most at peace in his sleep. Like a baby, really.

The bed springs creaked under his weight as Eijirou grabbed the bowl of lukewarm soup. "Hey, buddy. I'm gonna need you to sit up for me, okay?" Eijirou urged as he stirred the spoon in the bowl.

Bakugou groaned. "Fuck off,"

"Listen, man, I'm here to help you. I don't care how much you fight back. You need my help to get better." Eijirou huffed. "Now sit up. You need to eat."

Bakugou reluctantly sat up as Eijirou held the spoon up to his lips. His hand was cupped underneath so none of the soup dripped onto the blankets.

"There. Was that so hard?" Eijirou asked as Bakugou took his first swallow. Bakugou gave Eijirou the finger.

Once the bowl was drained, Eijirou gave Bakugou an affectionate head rub. "Good job, man," he praised. Bakugou didn't protest except for an irritated grumble. Eijirou gathered the glass cup, bowl, and abandoned thermometer. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Bakugou rubbed his eyes as he struggled to stay awake. "Whatever, idiot."

Eijirou left the bed and paced into Bakugou's personal bathroom. He took the washcloth and ran it under the running sink water. After it soaked, Eijirou cut off the water and squeezed the cloth tight.

When Eijirou returned to the bedroom, Bakugou was still sitting up and swaying slightly. Eijirou sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Lay down. I'll try to bring your fever down while you get some sleep."

He gave an idle nod and sank back into the blankets. Eijirou scooted closer and began dabbing the cloth along Bakugou's forehead. Eijirou began to hum whatever soft tunes that came to mind. Anything that would help his ailing friend slip into a deep sleep.

"You...you tell anyone about this, and you're dead. Got that...hair for..." Bakugou trailed off as sleep slowly took him.

A soft chuckle tickled Eijirou's lips. "Sure thing, bro,"

After Bakugo's temperature went down, Eijirou left his room as quietly as possible and went to bed.

[misssmina]

I hate when yall write the same kind of personality for self insert fics.

I don’t want to keep seeing the same easily flustered, no backbone, cries a lot Y/N. Here are some versions that I think would work better for each character.

Sweetheart Y/N: Caretaker, blushy, scolds character for not taking care of themselves. Best for slice of life AU’s or as a quirkless character. [Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Toshinori, Aizawa]

Goofball Y/N: Silly, playfully sarcastic, best friend type, takes nothing seriously. [Bakugou, Shigaraki, Todoroki, Aizawa]

Bitchy/Bratty Y/N: Tackless, competitive, well meaning, emotionally constipated. [Kirishima, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero]

Bestie/Sacrificial Y/N: Fun, overly understanding, forgiving, compassionate, competitive. Best for angst and/or character development. [Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks.]

More variety please & thank you 🩵 also please make it long

Edit: The way people are bitching about this post is crazy. I legitimately do not care how you write, it’s YOUR writing. But you have options, that is the point. This post was not a personal attack to ANYONE. Just have fun writing and push yourself.

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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 2.5k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition. 

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

im so hungover rn my brain is barely functioning. but. thinking about the boys taking care of you while ur hungover.

izuku would be so attentive. literally be by ur side for everything- water, food, cuddles. he’s just happy u had a good time and wants to he with you throughout the good and bad. at the end of the day he’ll sit with ur rotting ass in bed and watch reality tv shows and old sitcoms with you until ur alive again.

bakugou would seem like a dick but take care of you maybe the best. he knows how to deal with these cuz his friends are constantly hungover/high. he’ll make you sleep on your side, cook you his moms soup recipe and shove it in ur mouth even when you refuse to eat. and before you even have a chance to think about it he’s already called in sick for u at ur agency. overall just a great caretaker but will never admit it.

shouto thinks ur dying at first and wants to cry and freak out- up until you tell him you just had too much watermelon tequila and kept losing at 21 (totally not based off of true experiences). after that he’s a sweetheart. he’ll hold ur hair back when you throw up, stroke ur hair and let you rest on his chest. he’s not used to caring about people like how he does for you.

kirishima, if not in the same state as you, completely knows how to handle it. when you wake up you’ll already have a glass of water and tylenol by your side. he’ll walk into the room with toast, and give you little praises even when you can only manage a few small bites. he’s so careful not to be too loud because he knows how bad your head is probably pounding right now. he’s a 10/10 boyfriend

be patient with kaminari. he loves you so so much and wants to take care of you, and its the thought that counts. he’ll rot in bed with you all day, cuddle you and won’t let you leave for a second. he’ll be on his phone while you sleep it off, making sure you wake up to a mountain of reels/tiktoks to laugh at when your okay (he’s the ceo of brainrot). he’ll order you food and just make sure he’s with you throughout all of it.

hitoshi, a lover of sleep, would close all the curtains, get a weighted blanket for the two of you and just let you sleep it off. he’s aware of ur current state but more aware of how much he loves to cuddle with you. he’ll softly rub circles on ur back, helping you to the washroom when you need to vomit, and wants to hold you close no matter how gross you think you are. and when you wake up he’ll make you spicy soup so you can sweat off the toxins in ur body. and if you wanna just go back to bed? fine by him.

blue dress pic is me from last night lol

[lolita-lollipop]

Bnha Masterlist

Katsuki Bakugo

yandere barbarian bakugo x reader x dragon kirishima

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Bakusquad Werewolf Au

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere Older brother Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Bakusquad rapunzel Au

Protective best friend bakugo

Bakusquad x naive reader

Naga kiribaku Au

Caretaker Robots BakuDEku x reader

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

KiriBaku x abused reader

Yandere father bakugo: he snaps

Security guard bakugo x child reader

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Izuku Midoria

Villain Deku H'Cs

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere father Izuku x stolen daughter of Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Yandere Villain Deku x Reader

tododeku x sick reader

Shinso

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere older brother shinso allowing reader out

Yandere villain shinso

Yandere shinso: marriage

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Denki Kaminari

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Shouta Aizawa

Yandere father aizawa x teenage reader

Sugar Daddy Aizawa x broke! college reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Yandere Aizawa x anxiety ridden reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic

Erasermic: favoritism

Siren Au erasermic x child! reader

Erasermic x anxiety reader

Father Aizawa x kidnapped reader

Ghost Aizawa x Teen reader

Aizawa x medium reader

Aizawa taking care of depresed reader

Aizawa with a reader who has an emotional attachment to stuffed animal

Present Mic

yandere villain hizashi x reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Soft yandere Mic x teen reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic\

Erasermic: favoritism Pt:2

Kirishima

Yandere Kirishima x escaped child reader

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Father kirishima: making him angry Pt:2

Soft! yandere kirishima

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Yandere kirishima: the little moments

Yandere Kirishima x reader: cuddling

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Erasermic Family

Erasermic family coraline Au x reader Pt:2 Pt:3

Yandere erasermic family: Siren Au Pt:2

Erasermic family wonderland Au x reader Pt:2

Erasermic Family x unwilling reader

Royal erasermic Au x Cinderella reader Pt:2

Yandere erasermic: telling them you're pregnant

Demon Erasermic x reader Pt:2

Yandere Erasermic Family: Eri Snaps

Yandere erasermic: meeting 1A on accident

"crickets" erasermic x runaway reader

Todoroki

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

tododeku x sick reader

[viburnt]

Could you do more of Puppy! Heeler mix Izuku when it comes to jealousy? Pls

I've been trying hard to be active guys

:((( Please enjoy! I hope you like this

Tag: @shionancientsblog @trickster-kat @doumadono @i-literally-cant-with-this @imagination-mess @shonen-brainrot

Jealous little thing! [Heeler mix! Izuku]

We already know Heeler mix! Izuku is way more confident than usual, constantly following his herding instincts and taking the role of leader. Doesn't mean he is not emotional, he is still a whiny baby for you, he is just cocky about it.

Whenever he feels his position as your caretaker/leader is threatened (in the sense that he is a herding breed and often takes care of you like a sheep), he won't doubt to face whoever his competitor is. He'll tell them in the most calm, polite and gentle way to fuck off.

He doesn't exactly says it with those exact words, but it goes somewhat along the lines of "Oh, you trying to take my place? Good luck!" Heeler mix! Izuku also gets touchy with you whenever he is jealous. Expect him pulling you by the waist to keep you close to his body, placing his hand in the back of your neck when his competition talks to you or tugging your shirt to leave certain places.

Heeler mix! Izuku NEVER communicates his jealousy to you, a bit too ashamed about it but also not embarrassed to display it in front of others to let them know you're his.

The first time you start noticed this was a pattern, you were talking to Kirishima. It was a lively chat and, clearly, Kiri was pushing his luck: Why would he put his hand on your shoulder if he didn't want to flirt with you? Izuku joins the conversation with no hesitation, subtly eyeing Kirishima while he places a hand on top of your head and asks you to go fetch something for him.

Kirishima is a little hesitant to approach you if Izuku is around.

Heeler mix! Izuku also is very... horny when he is jealous, but since this isn't NSFW, I won't go into further detail ;)

Low-key slips some items of his intonyour bag or outfit to let people know.

Do I think he publicly calls you sheep? Or wooly? Or lamb? Yes. He uses all sort of intimate, personal and embarrassing nicknames when you're with friends because you're his little lamb, he takes care of you!

You notice the way your friend's eyes change when Izuku is around: knowing, as if their gaze could understand something you didn't. It is confusing to you, your heeler puppyboy is always friendly, why is your friend awkwardly excusing themselves out.

"Ah, they must've been busy! Wanna go to my room later? Brought some ice cream and comics." Izuku says, his warm calloused hand resting firmly on the small of your back.

He shifts his gaze to your friend walking away and smirks.

Now you know.

[rick1ty]

four times kaito refuses yuki’s offer to eat and one time he finally gives in

this scenario centers around the charged, complex relationship between my other ocs: Yuki Nakamura, a charismatic and skilled lead mechanic, and Kaito Kirishima, an aloof and talented Formula One driver, set against the high-stakes world of racing in Tokyo. as Yuki becomes increasingly concerned with Kaito's tendency to neglect his own well-being, particularly his eating habits, their usual bickering evolves into a deeper, more intimate connection, forcing both men to confront their growing feelings and the vulnerabilities they've long kept hidden.

basically, it’s just that driver/mechanic dynamic I love so much 😭😭 especially when the driver is unapproachable, arrogant and self neglecting dumbass workaholic who puts his work before himself and requires someone to take care of him.

[stomach growling, teasing, I would say more caretaking than teasing]

1

The rhythmic clanking of tools against metal filled the garage as Yuki lay on his back beneath Kaito's car, tinkering with the undercarriage. The smell of oil and rubber clung to the air, a scent as familiar to him as his own skin.

A pair of impeccably polished shoes appeared in his peripheral vision. Yuki rolled his eyes. Only one person on the team wore shoes that pristine in the garage.

"Oi, Kirishima," he called out, not bothering to slide out from under the car. "Come to micromanage my work again?"

"Merely ensuring you're not about to sabotage my vehicle, Nakamura," Kaito's cool voice replied. "One can never be too careful."

Yuki snorted, tightening a bolt with perhaps more force than necessary. "Right, because I'd risk my job just to mess with your precious ego. Get over yourself."

He was about to launch into another barb when a loud, unmistakable growl cut through the air. Yuki paused, wrench halfway to the next bolt. Was that...?

Sliding out from under the car, Yuki propped himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at Kaito. The driver stood there, arms crossed, a slight pink tinge to his usually pale cheeks.

"Was that your stomach, Kirishima?" Yuki asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Sounds like you've got a wild animal trapped in there."

Kaito's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Don't be ridiculous. It was probably one of your subpar tools malfunctioning."

As if on cue, another rumble emanated from Kaito's midsection. Yuki's smirk bloomed into a full-fledged grin.

"Hate to break it to you, but my tools don't sound like that," he said, pushing himself to his feet. "When's the last time you ate something?"

"I fail to see how that's any of your concern," Kaito snapped, taking a step back as Yuki approached.

Yuki shook his head, wiping his hands on a rag. "It is when you're piloting a multi-million dollar machine at breakneck speeds. You need fuel, same as the car."

"I'm perfectly capable of managing my own needs," Kaito retorted, but Yuki noticed the way his hand unconsciously moved to his stomach, slender fingers pressing against the empty spot.

"Sure you are," Yuki drawled. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out an energy bar. "Here. It's not gourmet, but it'll keep you from passing out on the track."

Kaito eyed the bar like it might bite him. "I don't need your charity, Nakamura."

"It's not charity, it's common sense," Yuki countered, holding the bar out. "Come on, your highness. I promise it won't kill you."

For a moment, it seemed like Kaito might actually take it. His fingers twitched at his side, and Yuki saw a flicker of something – maybe hunger, maybe gratitude – in those obsidian eyes. But then the mask slammed back into place.

"I have a strict dietary regimen," Kaito said stiffly. "I don't put just anything into my body."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Yuki standing there with the energy bar still in his outstretched hand.

"Stubborn idiot," Yuki muttered, shaking his head. He tossed the bar onto his toolbox and slid back under the car. But as he resumed his work, he couldn't shake the image of Kaito's flushed cheeks and the brief vulnerability he'd glimpsed.

Next time, he thought, he'd have to try harder. After all, keeping the car in top shape was pointless if the driver was running on empty.

2

The pit lane buzzed with pre-qualifying tension, a symphony of revving engines and shouted instructions. Yuki crouched by Kaito's car, making last-minute adjustments, his practiced hands moving with swift precision.

Kaito approached, already suited up, his helmet tucked under one arm. Yuki glanced up, noting the tightness around Kaito's eyes, the slight pallor beneath his usual composure.

"Car's ready," Yuki said, straightening up. "She'll purr for you out there."

Kaito nodded curtly, but as he moved to step past Yuki, a loud, hollow gurgle emanated from his midsection. It was a drawn-out sound, almost like a whine, audible even over the ambient noise.

Yuki's eyebrows shot up. "Damn, Kirishima. Again? Sounds like a whole black hole has formed in your stomach."

A faint blush colored Kaito's cheeks, but his voice remained clipped. "It's nothing. Focus on your job, Nakamura."

"My job includes making sure the driver doesn't faint at the wheel," Yuki retorted, stepping closer. He lowered his voice, surprisingly gentle. "Come on, Kaito. You need to eat something before you get in that car."

Kaito's eyes widened slightly at the use of his first name. For a moment, the mask slipped, revealing a flicker of uncertainty.

Another growl broke the silence between them, this one a long, rolling rumble that seemed to echo in Kaito's lean frame. Yuki could swear he saw Kaito's firesuit move with the force of it.

"Here," Yuki said, fishing another protein bar he had prepared earlier from his pocket. Artificially flavoured protein bar, with an image of pancakes on a wrapper. “I got this specially. High-performance stuff, designed for athletes. It won't mess with your precious regimen."

Kaito's gaze flicked between the bar and Yuki's face, something unreadable in his expression. When his gaze lingered on that appetising pancakes image, he gulped, his stomach responding with an impatient gurgle. His fingers twitched, and for a second, Yuki thought he might actually take it.

But then Kaito's jaw set, his eyes hardening. "I appreciate the thought, Nakamura, but I'm fine. Save your concern for the car."

He brushed past Yuki, their shoulders touching briefly. Yuki caught a whiff of Kaito's cologne mixed with a hint of sweat and gun oil

"Kaito," Yuki called after him, frustration and something else – worry? – coloring his tone.

Kaito paused, half-turning. For a breath, their eyes met, and Yuki saw the conflict there, the pride warring with need. Then Kaito broke the gaze, slipping his helmet on.

"I'll eat after qualifying," he said, voice muffled. "I promise."

Before Yuki could respond, Kaito was climbing into the car, effectively ending the conversation.

Yuki stood there, protein bar still in hand, watching as the car roared to life. He shook his head, pocketing the bar again.

"Stubborn, stupid idiot," he muttered, repeating, but there was no real heat in it. Instead, a mix of exasperation and grudging admiration colored his tone. As he moved to join the rest of the crew, Yuki found himself already planning his next attempt. He was nothing if not persistent, and for reasons he wasn't quite ready to examine, getting Kaito to take care of himself had become oddly important to him.

3

The soft glow of evening settled over the empty garage. Most of the crew had long since departed, leaving behind the lingering scent of motor oil and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Yuki hunched over his workbench, poring over telemetry data from the day's practice session.

The sound of footsteps made him look up. Kaito stood in the doorway, his usual immaculate suit replaced by a simple black t-shirt and fitted jeans. The casual attire made him look younger, more approachable.

"Kirishima," Yuki acknowledged, surprise coloring his tone. "Didn't expect to see you here this late."

Kaito shrugged, a surprisingly casual gesture for him. "I wanted to review the data before tomorrow."

As Kaito moved closer, Yuki couldn't help but notice how the t-shirt clung to his lean frame. He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze back to the papers.

"Well, pull up a chair," Yuki offered, gesturing to the stool beside him. "Though I warn you, I'm lousy company when I'm working."

A ghost of a smile touched Kaito's lips. "I've endured worse."

They worked in companionable silence for a while, shoulders occasionally brushing as they leaned over the same charts. Yuki found himself hyperaware of every point of contact, the warmth of Kaito's skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Suddenly, a familiar sound broke the quiet. Kaito's stomach let out a long, plaintive growl, the kind that seemed to echo in the empty garage.

Yuki glanced at Kaito, noting the faint blush creeping up his neck. "Skipped dinner again?"

Kaito's jaw tightened, but there was less hostility in his eyes than before. "I got caught up in reviewing race footage. It's not important."

Without thinking, Yuki reached out, his hand settling gently on Kaito's flat stomach. The touch was soft, almost protective. "You've got to take better care of yourself, Kaito."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yuki realized what he'd done. He expected Kaito to jerk away, to snap at him. But to his surprise, Kaito remained still, his eyes wide with an unspoken emotion.

Kaito's face flushed deeper, but he didn't move away from Yuki's touch. Instead, he cleared his throat, his voice slightly strained. "We should focus on the data, Nakamura. The car's performance is more critical than my eating habits."

Yuki's hand remained on Kaito's stomach, feeling the subtle tension in the muscles beneath his palm. "The car won't perform if the driver's running on empty," he countered softly.

Their eyes met, and Yuki felt a jolt of electricity run through him. There was something new in Kaito's gaze, a vulnerability that made Yuki's heart race.

Another growl from Kaito's stomach vibrated against Yuki's hand, breaking the tension. Yuki couldn't help but chuckle, the sound warm and genuine.

Kaito's blush intensified, but a hint of his usual smirk returned. "If your hands wander like that when you work on my car, we're going to have problems, Nakamura," he said, his tone a mix of embarrassment and attempted nonchalance.

Yuki, realizing his hand was still on Kaito's stomach, reluctantly withdrew it. "Just making sure our star driver doesn't waste away," he retorted, but there was no bite to it.

"Your concern is noted," Kaito said, his voice softer than usual. He turned back to the data sheets, but Yuki noticed the slight tremor in his hands. "Now, about these lap times..."

As they refocused on work, Yuki found himself hyper-aware of Kaito's proximity, the lingering warmth on his palm, and the shift in the air between them. The usual prickly tension had softened into something else, something warm and full of potential.

And though they didn't speak of it, both men knew that something had fundamentally changed in their dynamic, leaving them teetering on the edge of uncharted territory.

4

The sleek conference room buzzed with anticipation, reporters jostling for position as cameras flashed. Kaito Kirishima sat at the center of the long table, the picture of cool composure in his tailored charcoal suit. But Yuki, standing off to the side with the rest of the team, noticed the slight tension in Kaito's jaw, the way his fingers drummed almost imperceptibly against the tabletop. Stubborn Kaito refused to delay press conference, deciding to attend it during his usual lunch hour. Smart move as always, Yuki thought with an exasperation.

As the team's PR manager introduced Kaito and outlined the purpose of the conference, Yuki's eyes remained fixed on Kaito. He watched as Kaito took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

The first few questions went smoothly, Kaito answering with his trademark poise and carefully measured responses. But as the conference wore on, Yuki noticed Kaito's replies becoming slightly clipped, his pauses between words growing longer.

Then, during a brief lull as a reporter fumbled with their microphone, it happened. A low, gurgling rumble emanated from Kaito's direction, audible even over the ambient noise of the room. Kaito's eyes widened fractionally, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

Yuki bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He caught Kaito's eye for a brief moment, raising an eyebrow in a silent "I told you so."

Kaito's gaze hardened, but Yuki could see the flicker of embarrassment beneath the stern exterior. He watched as Kaito subtly pressed a hand to his midsection, as if willing it into silence.

"Mr. Kirishima," a reporter called out, "can you elaborate on the team's tire strategy for the upcoming race?"

Kaito leaned forward to answer, but his voice was cut off by another, louder growl from his stomach. This time, there was no mistaking the source. A few titters of laughter rippled through the crowd of journalists.

"Apologies," Kaito said smoothly, though Yuki could hear the strain in his voice. "As I was saying, our tire strategy—"

But his stomach wasn't done yet. A long, plaintive whine echoed through the room, causing several reporters to chuckle outright.

Kaito's composure finally cracked, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "I apologize," he said, his voice tight. "It seems the rigors of our training schedule have left me... somewhat peckish."

As the PR manager quickly wrapped up the conference, promising further questions could be addressed via email, Yuki watched Kaito practically bolt from his seat. He followed, catching up to Kaito in the hallway outside.

"Not a word, Nakamura," Kaito growled, his face still flushed.

Yuki held up his hands in mock surrender, but couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "I have to say, your stomach has quite the talent for public speaking."

Kaito's glare could have melted steel, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes—embarrassment, certainly, but also a flicker of the same vulnerability Yuki had glimpsed before.

"Look," Yuki said, his tone softening. "Let's grab something to eat. You must be starving after that performance."

Kaito's stomach chose that moment to let out another disgruntled rumble, but Kaito straightened his shoulders, his mask of indifference sliding back into place. "I appreciate your concern, Nakamura, but I have a meeting with sponsors in ten minutes. I don't have time for lunch."

Yuki frowned, seeing through the obvious lie. "Kaito, come on. You can't fool me. Your stomach's practically screaming right now."

"I assure you, I'm fine," Kaito insisted, his tone clipped. "I'm not hungry. The... noises were merely a result of indigestion. Nothing more."

Yuki rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue, but Kaito cut him off. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to."

With that, Kaito turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Yuki standing there, exasperated and concerned in equal measure.

Yuki shook his head but he couldn't help the fond smile that tugged at his lips.

As he watched Kaito's retreating back, Yuki found himself already planning his next attempt. He was nothing if not persistent, and for reasons he wasn't quite ready to examine, getting Kaito to take care of himself had become oddly important to him.

5

The tension in the private garage was palpable. It was the night before the championship's final race, and Kaito had insisted on a last-minute adjustment session. The rest of the team had long since departed, leaving only Kaito and Yuki burning the midnight oil.

Yuki wiped sweat from his brow, emerging from beneath the car. "Alright, that should do it. Want to take her for a quick—"

His words were cut off by an almighty rumble that echoed through the empty garage. It was a long, gurgling growl that seemed to go on forever, loud enough to make Yuki jump.

Kaito stood frozen by the car, his face a mask of mortification. In the harsh fluorescent light, Yuki could see the driver's cheeks burning red.

"Damn, Kirishima," Yuki said, unable to keep the amusement from his voice. "Are you being serious right now? I thought we had an earthquake for a second there."

Kaito's jaw clenched, but before he could retort, his stomach let out another aggressive growl, even louder than the first. This time, Yuki saw Kaito wince, his hand instinctively moving to his midsection.

"When's the last time you ate?" Yuki asked, his tone shifting from teasing to concerned, once he saw Kaito’s reaction.

Kaito looked away, his voice barely audible. "...Yesterday morning."

"Yesterday mor—" Yuki cut himself off, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Kaito, for fuck's sake. You can't drive like this."

"I'm fine," Kaito insisted, but his stomach chose that moment to let out a sound that was almost a whine, undermining his words.

Yuki stepped closer, his eyes searching Kaito's face. He could see the exhaustion there, the slight tremor in Kaito's usually steady hands. Without thinking, he reached out, placing a gentle hand on Kaito's stomach. He felt it contract under his touch, another growl rumbling through.

"You're not fine," Yuki said softly. "You're running on empty, and if you try to race like this tomorrow, you're going to crash."

For once, Kaito didn't pull away from Yuki's touch. He stood there, tension radiating from every muscle, his eyes meeting Yuki's with a mix of defiance and something that looked almost like fear.

"I can't afford distractions," Kaito said, his voice hoarse. "Not now. Not with everything riding on tomorrow."

Yuki's hand remained on Kaito's stomach, feeling every rumble and gurgle. "And you think passing out from hunger in the middle of the race isn't a distraction?"

Kaito's resolve visibly crumbled. His shoulders sagged, and he leaned ever so slightly into Yuki's touch. "I... I don't know what to do," he admitted, the words barely a whisper.

Yuki's heart clenched at the vulnerability in Kaito's voice. "Let me help," he said gently. "There's a 24-hour diner just down the street. Good food, quiet booths. We can go over race strategy while we eat."

For a long moment, Kaito was silent. Then, just as Yuki was about to withdraw his hand, Kaito nodded. "Okay," he said softly.

Yuki blinked, surprised by the easy acquiescence. "Okay?"

A ghost of Kaito's usual smirk appeared. "Don't make me say it again, Nakamura."

Yuki chuckled, finally dropping his hand from Kaito's stomach. "Wouldn't dream of it. Come on, let's get some food in you before you pass out, you dumbass."

As they walked out of the garage together, Yuki couldn't help but feel like something fundamental had shifted between them. The usual barriers had come down, if only for a moment, and he found himself looking forward to more than just the meal ahead.

Kaito's stomach groaned again as they stepped into the cool night air, and this time, Kaito actually laughed sheepishly —a short, surprised sound that made Yuki's heart skip a beat.

"You know," Kaito said, glancing at Yuki with an uncharacteristically soft expression, "I suppose there are worse things than having a meal with you."

Yuki grinned, bumping his shoulder against Kaito's. "High praise indeed, Kirishima. I'm touched."

As they made their way to the diner, Yuki realized that for the first time, he was genuinely looking forward to spending time with Kaito off the track. And judging by the small smile playing on Kaito's lips, he wasn't the only one.

extra

The diner's warm lighting cast a soft glow over the worn leather booth where Kaito and Yuki sat across from each other. The aroma of sizzling burgers and fresh coffee permeated the air, and Kaito's stomach responded with a series of impatient gurgles.

Yuki noticed Kaito's eyes following a plate of steaming food as a waitress carried it past their table. "Hungry?" he asked, not trying to hide teasing in his voice.

Kaito's cheeks tinged pink, but he didn't deny it. "The smell is... rather enticing," he admitted, his usual composure slipping as another growl emanated from his midsection.

Yuki's expression softened. "Hey," he said gently, "it's okay to be human, you know. Even the great Kaito Kirishima needs to eat sometimes."

Kaito's gaze met Yuki's, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude in his eyes. "I suppose you're right," he murmured.

As they waited for their order, Yuki noticed Kaito shifting uncomfortably, one hand pressed against his stomach. Without thinking, he reached under the table, his hand finding Kaito's abdomen.

"May I?" Yuki asked softly, his fingers hovering just above Kaito's shirt.

Kaito hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. "If you must," he said, but there was no bite to his words.

Gently, Yuki began to rub small circles on Kaito's stomach, feeling the taught muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He could feel the rumbles and gurgles under his palm, Kaito's hungry stomach protesting its emptiness.

"This okay?" Yuki asked, his voice low.

Kaito's eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment. "It's... not unpleasant," he admitted, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

They sat in comfortable silence, Yuki's hand continuing its soothing motions. He marveled at how natural it felt, this moment of intimacy with someone he'd considered a rival not too long ago.

"You know," Kaito said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't remember the last time someone took care of me like this."

Yuki's heart clenched at the vulnerability in Kaito's tone. "Well," he replied, matching Kaito's soft volume, "maybe it's time you let someone start."

Their eyes met across the table, an unspoken understanding passing between them. The moment was broken by the arrival of their food, but as Yuki reluctantly withdrew his hand, he knew something had fundamentally changed between them.

As they dug into their meals, the conversation flowed more easily than ever before. And if their feet happened to touch under the table, neither of them mentioned it, both secretly savoring this new, tentative closeness.

[sadbigemini]

So, to start off, Happy Pride! And I'm here with more MHA shit. We have ourselves a long one today. I have nothing else to say, let's get into it!

First, Just Some Tidbits You Can Add To Fics

Midnight's persona is so ingrained in her that she forgot and didn't think of how that would affect her students or how they would feel about it

The class is super close and trauma bonded. They find comfort in each other after nightmares, they help each other with panic attacks, with flashbacks, etc. Aizawa lets them break the not staying in each other's dorms rule bc of it

Dadzawa offers his capture weapon to comfort his kids/students like a weighted blanket

Where Aizawa was a vigilante before he got into the hero course

Dadzawa sees the Three Dumbingos in Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki or Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima or a combination of the two lol

Quirk accidents are a common occurrence, especially In stressful or highly emotional situations. Regardless of age, though probably more common in children

Roki has a slight phobia of fire

Midoriya Hisashi as a good dad bc their isn't enough fics with it that way

A Whole Lotta Smallish Fic Prompts

Villain/Vigilante EraserMic(Cloud?) ‘adopting’ a bunch of kiddos that need homes. And creating an army against the HPSC. They'll be like the mob lol

MHA group home AU ran by you guessed it EraserMic or by Nezu and they're just caretakers

Todoroki Shouto gets OFA and is mentored by Good!All Might. It's mostly to piss off his sperm-donor but also because he is a secret AM fanboy

Sentient quirks, whether that's expanding on Tokoyami and Dark Shadow or giving someone else a sentient quirk too

Jirou knows about OFA. She overheard the knowledge of All Might's no might form and OFA, his quirk, with her own quirk. Not purposely ofc

Mido with a pyrokinesis quirk! Which has been done before but not enough! Mido's kinda a pyromaniac... Was he born with it? Did it manifest when he was four? Did it manifest much later and he was thought to be quirkless?

Sero with a cartoon physics quirk. Vigilante. Named Toons? He also listens to some tunes on patrol lol I think he'd love puns ngl. Pranks, an ungodly amount of pranks. So bad endeawhore will be sobbing in the aftermath. SeroRoki besties.

Chisaki Izuku. Mido as Chisaki Kai’s younger brother. Has an Activation and Deactivation quirk (Superpower wiki for more info). Anything he touches that can turn on and off he can turn them on and off, quirks to bodily functions (kinda the same thing I think lol) to technology. He defies Overhaul at every turn bc of Eri. He escapes with Eri and is found by Aizawa. Dadzawa, PapaMic

Shirakumo Oboro is reincarnated into one Toogata Mirio. Shirakumo Oboro died on July 15th (I think he died around this time but the timeline isn't that clear) and on the same day Toogata Mirio was born. Okay, but if I remember correctly Shirakumo was made to give Aizawa a friend like Mirio is to Amajiki. So, like it's literally perfect lol– ah! But the ages, he died 13/14 years ago and Mirio is like 18. Sooo???

Someone give Sero, our resident tape dispenser, OFA, so he can have Danger Spidey Sense. Ig there's Black Whip too, which would help with mobility. A bit like Spider-Man’s Iron Spider Armor/Suit. Sero would be living his little Spider-Man fanboy dream!

Hatsume Mei being Nezu's only personal student. The chaos– the shenanigans, the hijinks they would get into! This could just be pure crack but I think some of you could put a serious spin on this.

MHA/Soul Eater crossover. Think more MHA and heroes than Soul Eater or finding a way to mesh the lore well enough

Aizawa infiltrates the LOV and redeems them

More class B and Shiketsu fics

Shiketsu AU. Quirkless Midoriya accepted? Monoma will be there and his class B is better shtick, now Shiketsu is better shtick. Shinsou there too?? Camie helps them find their class on the first day

Jirou as MC with medical training and a quirk called Body Manipulation (look on Superpower wiki for more info). Vigilante armed with a Monster High metal bat (I think Jirou, Mina, and Toga would love Monster High). Operator is her vigilante name. Fellow vigilante and partner in crime Toga Himiko. Toga has a blood portal quirk. Vigilante name Transfusion. The two act as paramedics for an underground hospital. Future Proteges of Recovery Girl. And it's pride month so maybe you can do a rare pair with those two, Jirou/Toga

Aizawa is practically adopted by the Midoriyas! All the Midoriyas either see him at the park, cat cafe, or they share the same train sometimes. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku or he helps him with OFA. Aizawa teaches Bakugou how to control his anger and that quirkless doesn't mean useless. So, no bullying! Pining EraserMic! Aizawa kinda becomes like the Midoriya adults’ younger brother while he's like an uncle to the youngest

Twice-Centric fic. Twice is Mic's CI (and friend) who infiltrates the LOV for him

Technomancer. Mido has a technopathy and mental continuation quirk (again Superpower wiki). Mido commits sewerslide and gets this quirk (they are mixed into one). He is a tech/electro ghost, he's kinda like an AI. Now he helps different heroes especially his favorites like Eraserhead and Present Mic. But also his favorite vigilante Kaminari?? Tokoyami?? Tokage?? Roki??? His hero and vigilante name is Technomancer. Takes over the HPSC?? Nezu is intrigued by him immediately ofc. Our beloved Power Loader loves him. Absolutely loves him they work on support gear projects together. Hatsume and Power Loader can make him a robot body to possess basically!!!

Oh, How The Tables Have Turned (and how you have turned on each other): This AU(?) is lots of world building fun. A fic about how the quirked were first oppressed heavily by the quirkless and how the roles swapped. How there still is quirk discrimination but now it's more the quirked against each other than another oppressor. How quirks are everything in society now.

A Couple Quirk Ideas

Add Insult To Injury. Insult Empowerment. The quirk allows the user to get stronger when insulted. Talk shit, get hit

True Self Recognition Quirk (again Superpower wiki for both)

One Big One For The Road (Midoriya Tears™ is a quirk)

Midoriya can manipulate them from the volume to the strength to where they go. He needs to drink lots of water and will get dehydrated with quirk overuse

Mido thought he was quirkless because his mom has a secondary passive quirk that's very similar to him. That many other family members have possessed. Hence the Midoriya Tears term. And maybe he is a false negative for quirklessness

BUT HOW DID NOBODY ACCOUNT FOR IT BEING A QUIRK?!! I'LL TELL YOU–!!

–because everyone heard quirkless and that's all they paid attention to. Also the Midoriya Tears are very much a reoccurring trait with various power levels. The person who originally had the quirk was from ages ago– maybe at the dawn of quirks? And it steadily appeared or didn't and was still passed on to the next regardless.

Obviously our Mido’s quirk is the strongest version yet bc MC privilege lmao. And no one knew bc he obviously never trained it. Why would he when he thinks he's quirkless? And it's just a ‘Midoriya thing’. ALSO plot armor lol

Maybe Bakugou guesses but everyone is like, 'your delusional.' and then he's like, ‘Deku is still delusional even if he has a quirk!’?

Or good Bakugou from the start who is driven crazy trying to convince his best friend he has a quirk while scaring his bullies away as he tries to get him to stand up for himself too??

In this fic please give Sero, our beloved tape dispenser, OFA, so he can live his truth and have his little Spider-Man fanboy dream!

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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An Itch to Scratch, Chapter 1: Foolish Lover's Game

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Tags: Mermay, Mer!Kirishima, Interspecies Relationships, Sexual Content, Somnophilia, Drowning, Caretaking, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Medical Conditions, Family Secrets, Self-Esteem Issues, Long-Distance Relationship, Wakes & Funerals, Family Member Death, Depression, Original Characters, Adopted Children, Angst with a Happy Ending.

This story is part of a collaboration from the Teahouse Server.

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Kirishima Eijiro is everything you never thought you'd find when you packed up your car and moved to a dilapidated fishing town.  He was handsome, funny, and kind; the sort of man who took your breath away.  

And that might actually be a bit of a problem.

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"Good girl ," Eijiro praised, his hands like a vice on your hips as he pulled away from your mouth with a satisfied grin.  You returned his smile with one of your own; the vibrant joy that had churned in your belly unfurled throughout your body, leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded.  

"Eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest.  "I- can't breathe!"

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

It was an indescribably gorgeous day out in the water, the waves lapping at your shoulders were the perfect temperature to cool your sun-warmed skin without chilling you.  The sky was a solid bright blue with no variation in its hue, making it look like whoever was in charge of coloring the sky that morning just stuck a paint sample card up and called it a day. 

"We've been out here for a long time," you mentioned offhandedly, heaving yourself up onto your raft inelegantly, grunting as you struggled to get a leg up and roll onto the wildly bobbing flotation device.

"Oh!" Kirishima exclaimed, startled by how much the sun had shifted in the sky.  "Yeah, we have!  Geeze, it's already way past noon!"

Finally fully on your raft, you let out a whoosh of air as exhaustion settled  into your muscles as you sprawled out under the warm sun.  

"Do you wanna' try and squeeze up into the raft with me?" You offered, patting the narrow sliver of remaining raft at your side.  "It'll be a snug fit, but we can make it work."

"As much as I'd love to join you up there, I don't think It'd be a good fit," Kirishima admitted regretfully, his throat bobbing as his eyes over the curve of your hip where your rash guard had crept up and exposed a strip of sun-warmed skin.  

"Yeah, you're probably right," you laughed nervously, doing your best to banish the thought of the two of you on the raft together, limbs tangled up and chests pressing closer as you struggled to make room for each other.  "I'm just worried your legs are getting tired."

"Why would they be?" Kirishima asked with a furrowed brow, snagging a bit of seagrass floating by and twirling it about on his finger.

"Because you've been treading water for hours now?"

"Oh, right!  My legs are so tired right now!" He laughed uneasily, balling up and crushing the seagrass in his fist.

"Are you going to be okay to get back to shore?  I'd hate for you to get caught in a current and be too tired to make it back to shore safely," you told him, concern seeping into your tone as you rested your hand across Kirishima's muscled forearm.  

"I'll be fine," he beamed at you, gazing at you with soft eyes as he ran his thumb tenderly over the back of your hand.  "But it's sweet that you're worried about me."

Breath catching somewhere in the vicinity of your diaphragm, you smile bashfully in response, turning your hand in his to lace your fingers tightly with his as the two of you lazily paddled back towards the shore.  

It hadn't been in your plans to move in with your Grandpa after graduation, but it also hadn't been in your plans to be buried so deeply in educational debt you weren't sure you'd ever manage to pay it back.  Your chosen field was competitive and potential employers weren't calling back, so with the move-out date for student housing fast approaching you weren't left with a ton of options.  

Gran-Gran had passed a couple years prior and Gramps had done a good job carrying on without her, even though you tell by his wistful sigh when he walked by the framed photographs in the hallway that he missed her dearly.  But as he marched steadily towards the end of his life the list of things he was able to do independently dwindled with each passing month.  He'd nearly broken a hip during your final semester when he'd fallen off a chair trying to replace a burnt out bulb in his porch sconce. 

That event had gotten the family chat buzzing with concern; people expressing their displeasure that he was living alone but unwilling to personally do anything to remedy the issue.

Suddenly flush with time, you'd loaded up your car and made the long trip up to the seaside house your Grandparents had lived in for far longer than you'd been alive.  Your friends had been jealous of your relocation at first, imagining your new life to be the glamorous sort that they had seen in movies and the obligatory beach episodes of their favorite shows.  Their excitement for you had quickly evaporated when you finally arrived and started sending them photos from your new town.  

Every picture you sent was overwhelmingly brown.  Everything from the buildings to the sand and even the ocean itself was a murky russet color, a far cry from the pristine blue they had been picturing in their heads.  Even the food did its best to conform to the town's limited color palette; the beige of fresh fried seafood and potatoes that made up the majority of your meals made for a sad entry whenever you compared snapshots of meals.  

It had saddened you at first, the oppressive brown atmosphere, but in the end it had turned out to be a blessing in disguise.  The blandness of your surroundings had made you notice the brilliant crimson spot bobbing across the distant waves, a beacon luring you out into the water to investigate.  

Hastily donning a life vest, you set out from shore on your trusty inflatable raft, making a horrifying discovery as you neared the mysterious red blob in the distance. 

It was a person.

Ice cold panic crashed through your veins as you frantically paddled out towards the man, the head disappearing beneath the waves for longer and longer stretches of time, your lungs aching in sympathy for how long they were staying submerged between breaths.  

After what felt like an eternity you were finally upon them, limbs shaking from adrenaline.  

"Are you okay?" You called out, chest heaving from exertion.

The man spun towards you in the water, eyes wide in shock, before he let out an ear piercing shriek and disappeared beneath the waves with a large splash.  

"Hey!" You screeched, shoving your arm down into the area where his head had submerged, bright red hair completely hidden by the murky ocean water.  "Can you hear me?  Swim towards my voice!"

Your shoulder was aching with how violently you were waving it about, desperate to make contact with the struggling man losing his fight with the sea.  

"Please," you begged whatever Gods above or below might be listening.  "Don't let me be too late- I couldn't paddle any faster!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" You wailed, throwing yourself half over the side so you could reach in with your other arm, hoping to double your chances for finding the drowning man.  

"If you can hear me, just- just hold on!" You cried, tears blurring your vision as salty water splashed across your face.  "Please!  Just grab hold of my hand!  I won't let go, I promise!"

Uncountable, anxious moments passed before you felt fingers gently graze across your palm.  You surged forward, wrapping both your hands around the man's wrist and then hauling yourself backwards, pulling the man towards the surface with all your might.  

"I caught you!" You sobbed in delight when his head breached the surface.  You tugged him further up to hang off the edge of your raft while you collapsed next to him, chest heaving in exhaustion. 

"Yeah," the man gasped, looking at you with wide, dazed eyes.  "I guess you did."

That man was Kirishima Eijiro and you two had been inseparable ever since, spending lazy days floating out on the ocean and enjoying each other's company.  Sometimes you would lay quietly along the bottom of your raft, watching the horizon for the tell-tale spouting of water that heralded the arrival of a surfacing whale.  Kirishima loved to show off his diving prowess when you were in shallower waters, sliding beneath the choppy waters with a sharp grin, returning moments later with interesting shells, bits of bone, and wriggling starfish with too many legs.  

You had thought about asking him into town with you, but that notion was immediately discarded because what would you even do there?  Visit the only restaurant in town that served the exact same fried fish your Grandpa made while you withered under the judgmental gazes of the old fishermen playing dominoes at the corner table?  

Hard pass.  

So you woke up before the sun with your Grandpa, dodging all his attempts to coax you into sitting on a whoopie cushion or trying out a new bottle of perfume you knew with utter certainty was just a dolled up bottle of fart spray; and paddled out in the early morning light to spend the beginning of the day with Kirishima.  Once the sun's rays became unbearable you'd return to shore and join your Grandpa and his friends down on the dock, mending nets and patching crab pots while they doled out unsolicited life advice.  

You accepted their wisdom with a polite nod, knowing that they meant well.  Their own children and grandkids had left the town years ago and never looked back, so you were a convenient outlet for all the paternal advice they so rarely had the opportunity to dispense. 

Days crawled by, each much the same as the one before, and you tried not to think about how easily you had settled into life in this moldering town that seemed to decay before your very eyes.  

You expressed this to Kirishima; your worries and fears about identifying so strongly with a lifestyle that would likely be buried alongside the aging townsfolk.

"What will you do then?" He asked, staring intently into your eyes as his fingers tightly gripped the rope running around the side of your raft. "Will you stay?  Even when your Grandfather is gone?"

You didn't like to think of it- of your Grandpa dying.  He was such a spitfire of an old man whose playfully nature seemed immune to fading like his eyesight and hearing had. 

"I don't know.  But I think there might be more reasons to stay than to go," you whispered, returning his meaningful glance; the moment ruined by the choking squawk of seagulls passing overhead.  

"Is there anything here, do you think?  Between us?" You asked Kirishima one cloudy day, your nerves jumping as you mustered up the courage to broach the subject that had been on the forefront of your mind for weeks.

"Nah," Kirishima scoffs, waving a hand dismissively.  Your stomach twists in on itself in embarrassment and you rush to find some excuse to change the subject when Kirishima continues talking.  "There was a shark around earlier, but it's gone now."

"Wait, what?" You screech, tucking your legs up to your chest protectively.  "There was a shark and you didn't think to tell me?"

"You didn't notice?" He asks, face scrunched up in confusion. "Weird."

"It's not weird!  How would I even be able to notice something like that?  You can't see anything in this water!  Did you like, kick it or something?"

"Yes," Kirishima coughs uneasily.  "I know it was there because I kicked it.  With my feet.  Of which I have two."

"Oh God, it was that close?" You whine, burying your face into your hands while Kirishima seemed to be experiencing a delayed revelation.

"Hold on- what were you talking about before if it wasn't the shark?"

"Oh, uh," you stammer uneasily, fiddling with the zipper of the emergency bag strapped to your waist.  "Nothing!  Don't worry about it."

"Were you talking about us, us?" Kirishima groaned, rubbing a wet hand down his face with a rugged groan.  "Oh, man!  I've totally messed this up, haven't I?"

"No!  Of course not!" You quickly reassured him, still not brave enough to meet his eyes after his casual rejection.  "This is all on me.  I shouldn't have assumed- I should have realized that what I was feeling was one-sided."

"Hush," Kirishima rumbled, a gravely sort of sound that sent shivers down your spine.  Fingers ran across your forearm, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as you hesitantly lifted your gaze to his.

"Whatever feelings you have- however you might see me, believe me when I say that I feel the same."

"So, we're friends," you offer tentatively with a wobbly smile.

"The very best," Kirishima agreed readily.

"And…also something more?  If you'd like?"

"Oh, I'd like that," he grinned wildly. "I'd like that very much."

Grandpa wasn't in a good way when he woke, his joints stiffer than normal and a delay in the movement on his left side that had you contemplating loading him up into your beater of a car and driving him inland to find a doctor.  You decided to spend the morning with him, despite his colorful protests, and called down to the dock to let his friends know that he was alright.  

You could tell he was frustrated by the shaking of his hand and how often he had dropped his toothbrush in the sink, so you let him slip you a piece of chewing gum that turned your teeth black in an effort to cheer him up.  He was delighted by your coal-black smile, letting out a wheezing guffaw every time you grinned at him.  Your teeth would be a touch gray for a couple of days, but it was worth it to see your Grandpa's spirits bolstered.  

After escorting Gramps down to the docks and fetching him a large glass of water, you bid the group of old curmudgeons farewell and darted down to the shore.  Kirishima didn't own a phone, which was usual in this day and age, but not unheard of in the area.  Paranoia ran thick through people's blood and many of the old guard were happiest living as far off-grid as they could reasonably manage.  Kirishima's lack of phone wasn't typically an issue so long as you stuck to your established routine, but it did make it difficult to coordinate whenever things went awry.  

Hands cupped above your eyes, you peered out into the water and saw Kirishima's brilliant red hair far closer to shore than was typical.  He was swimming back and forth in tight circles as if he was pacing, anxiously awaiting your arrival. 

You raised your hands above your head and waved frantically to catch his attention, snorting in amusement when he finally noticed you and lost his focus,  getting pushed under water by a passing wave.  

"That yer friend?" One of the old men combing the beach with a metal detector asked.

"Sure is," you reply tightly, not thrilled by the notion of your personal life becoming this week's town gossip fodder.

"Be careful with that one," the man warned with a snort, hocking a thick brown loogie down onto the sand by your feet.  "He's got red hair.  That's bad luck out on a boat."

"Everything is bad luck out on a boat," you mutter sourly.

"Yer not wrong," the old man wheezed in amusement. "Just be careful.  The sea is greedy for beautiful things, and yer the prettiest thing that's been 'round here in a long, long time."

"Aww," you coo, savoring the way the rare compliment settled warmly in your chest.

"Don't let it go to yer head," the man sniffed, pulling his headset back over his ears as his wand started beeping enthusiastically about something further inland. "Yer just a fairer sight than the rest of us old farts, but that ain't saying much."

"I hope you find nothing but bottle caps until the day you die," you grumble peevishly, blowing a dramatic kiss out to Kirishima, who dove to catch it in midair before holding it fast to his heart.

"If only," the man sighed as he limped away. "But I ain't never been that lucky."

You were startled by your Grandpa coughing loudly while he worked on slicing up his fish fry into bite sized pieces.

"One of the boys told me they saw you out on the beach this morning," he said, dipping a small piece of fish into a heaping pile of ketchup and horseradish.  

"Of course they did.  You're all a bunch of nosey busy bodies," you huff in irritation, shoving a large spoonful of canned peas into your mouth and wincing at their lack of flavor.  

"I trust you and your judgment," Grandpa assured you as you picked up the salt shaker in the middle of the table.  "But just be careful, alright?  I've been a man for many years now and up to no good for nearly all of them."

"I will, Gramps.  Thanks for worrying," you said with a smile, giving the shaker a hearty jiggle and watching in horror as the lid fell clean off into your peas along with the entire contents of the salt shaker.

"Ya' see?" Gramps hollered, slapping his knee in delight.  "Totally untrustworthy- the lot of us!"

Your relationship with Kirishima, while good, was innocent on the best days and positively chaste on the worst.  You had vivid memories of participating in far more brazen displays of affection with your middle school boyfriend than what Kirishima seemed comfortable with.  

Wandering hands were constantly redirected to areas safely above the water line and attempts at kisses were redirected at the last moment onto turned cheeks and noses.  

You didn't mind the slow pace at first, respecting Kirishima's personal boundaries and desire to not rush into anything physical. But as the weeks ticked by the speed of your developing relationship shifted from glacial to stagnant, you couldn't help but be frustrated and more than a little confused.

"Ugh!" You screeched in irritation when your kiss landed across his jaw instead of your intended target of his lips.  With a huff, you push on Kirishima's shoulders to propel yourself backwards in the water and away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, brow wrinkled in confusion as he reached out for you, hands flexing in a grabby motion to lure you back to him.

"That's what I want to know!" You yell, slamming your hands down on the surface of the water, the sudden impact stinging your skin.  "You just push me away every time I try to get close to you!"

"I- I'm sorry," Kirishima whimpers.

"Do you- do you want to break up?" You ask, voice quiet and cracking.  

"No!  No, of course not!" Kirishima rushes to reassure you, closing the distance between you in an instant, pulling you against his chest and running comforting fingers across your cheeks, leaving trails of water in their wake.  "I care about you so much."

"Then what's going on?" You sniff miserably, nuzzling the space between Kirishima's pecs to comfort yourself.  "Why won't you kiss me?"

"I just- I feel really bad when I try to kiss you."

"Really not helping out my self-confidence here, Eijiro," you wince, the sound of his heart beat thundering under your ear. 

"Ah, geez!  No!  Not like that!  I just, maybe, haven't been completely honest with you about something," he admits hesitantly.  "And I feel guilty."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he shifts uneasily, kicking up a strong current that lashes against your legs.  "It doesn't feel right, getting closer to you while I'm keeping a secret."

"Can you tell me?  Your secret, I mean," You ask hesitantly, staring up into his warm eyes.

"I want to," he says, dropping his forehead down onto yours with a heavy thunk that sends stars flying across your vision.  "I'm just scared."

"You don't have to be scared," you assured him honestly, looping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him.  "I'm already halfway in love with you.  It'll take a lot to frighten me away."

"Yeah," Kirishima sighed morosely.  "I know."

Kirishima wrapped the tow line of your raft around his chest and swam out towards a rocky outcropping further up the shore and away from town.  You hadn't explored this far North before because the tides were fairly strong in this area and it was easier on your arms to drift and explore the areas to the South.  

"Here we are," Eijiro announced, lashing the rope of your boat around a half-rotten piling; evidence of a past pier claimed by the sea.  You scuttled out of your raft as smoothly as you could, the waves breaking on the rocks making your exit maneuvers more bumbling than you would have liked.  But you managed to get to the top of the slick rocks without slipping, so it was an overall win in your book.

"Alright," you said with a firm head nod, focusing on Eijiro's serious expression and not the unpleasant feeling of algae squishing under your hands.  "What is it you want to tell me?"

"Okay," Kirishima sighed, his chest visibly sinking with the force of his exhale.  "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, just- give me a minute?" He squeaked, running his shaking hands through his damp hair, the bright red tresses clumping together into rows between his fingers.  "This is harder than I thought it would be."

"Maybe just say it really quick?" You offer.  "Just get it over with- like pulling off a bandaid."

"A what?"

"Do you…not know what a bandaid is?" You ask, utterly flummoxed by his question. 

"Not important right now," Kirishima waved his hand dismissively.  "We'll circle back to that later."

"Of course.  Right.  We need to stay focused here."

Moments pass in silence as you wiggle your fingers in the squishy algae beneath you while Kirishima's skin seems to turn ghastly pale before your eyes.  You were about to ask if he was okay when he suddenly released a powerful roar that seemed to rattle your bones with its intensity.

"C'mon, Kirishima!  Man up!  You've got this!" He bellowed, suddenly pointing at you with one of his long fingers.  "Are you ready!?"

"I-," You stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor.  "Yes?"

"That's the spirit!" He cheered, pumping a fist into the air.  "Here I come!"

And then Kirishima surged up and out of the water, his arms tensing as he caught the edge of the rock face and began pulling himself up in an impressive show of strength.  He scrambled for purchase across the slippery stone, eventually letting out a triumphant grunt when he found a foothold and was able to push himself up.

And up.

And up.

Kirishima was towering high above you now, his torso stretched far above where a normal human chest would be.  His monumental form blocked out the sun and cast a shadow down onto your shivering body- either from the sudden chill of the shade or the prickles of fear jolting down your spine; you weren't entirely certain.  

As your eyes trailed down his elongated body it suddenly became clear as to why you'd never seen Eijiro out of the water.  

Starting at his waist and proceeding downwards were rows and rows of chitinous plating that nestled and slotted I to each other to form a massive lobster tail.  Eight spindly legs clicked loudly across the rock as he swayed nervously from side to side; arms crossing and uncrossing as he waited for you to respond.  

Overwhelmed by his revelation, you inhaled a great shaky breath and promptly burst into tears.

"H-hey," Kirishima stuttered, reaching for you on instinct; second guessing his actions at the last moment and pulling his hands away with a pained grimace.  "It's okay!  I know I look scary, but I promise I won't hurt you!"

"It's not- it's not that," you wailed, blowing your nose into the hem of your rash guard.  "I could never be scared of you, Eijiro!"

"Spirits be praised," Kirishima whispered, visibly deflating in relief as his arms shot out once again to embrace you, running his hands soothingly down your back as he made quiet shushing noises to soothe you.  "If you aren't scared, then why are you so upset?"

"Because I'm allergic to shellfish!" You cried, burying your face into his shoulder as another wave of sobs overtook you. 

"I don't- what does that mean?"

"It means that lobsters make me sick!" 

"Oh," Kirishima muttered numbly, his hands stilling against your back as dread welled up in his belly.  "Well, shit."

The two of you lay sprawled out on that rocky outcropping, idly watching the clouds shift by.  Kirishima was on his back, his numerous lobster legs folded and tucked close to his body while his feathery swimmerets fluttered anxiously in the air.

"So, how allergic are you exactly?"  Kirishima asked, his tail slapping against the ground mindlessly as his thoughts raced. 

"Allergic enough to carry this," you sighed as you unzipped your emergency pack and pulled out an EpiPen.  "I've had to carry one ever since I was a kid.  I used to eat a ton of lobster- wait.  That must sound awful to you!"

"Nah," Kirishima said, waving off your distress with a hand and a couple of legs thrown in for good measure.  "I eat lobsters all the time.  They're delicious."

"I- well.  Okay, then," you replied uneasily, trying not to dwell on the potential moral ramifications of Kirishima's lobster consumption.  "Anyway, I had ordered some lobster tails like I normally did, but once I started eating them I began itching like crazy.  I've avoided shellfish ever since."

Kirishima blew out a frustrated breath as his hand crept towards you, weaving his fingers through yours.

"What are we going to do?" Eijiro murmured dejectedly, squeezing your hand tightly as the clouds tumbled through the sky above you.

"I don't know."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Kirishima (from Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) with a tailor s/o who takes her craft very seriously? If one of her creations are damaged (on purpose), she'll have that person's head.

Kirishima landed another punch on the goon’s face before he slumped to the ground. Not really an impressive feat, as he was already nearly down for the count, but another punch all the same.

“Great work Kirishima-san.” Sugihara complimented as he handed Kirishima his suit jacket back. “We won’t be hearing from them any time soon.”

“Not with broken jaws at least.” Kirishima agreed before he pulled out his cigarettes, lit one, and took a drag. Feeling a calm wash over him as he let out a big breath of air along with the smoke. He took a few steps to follow Sugihara out of the warehouse, then stopped to look at the arm of his jacket. “What the hell did you do to my suit?”

Sugihara turned around with a confused ‘hn?’ before Kirishima snatched him up by the collar and growled in his face, “what the hell did you do to my suit?!”

“N-N-Nothing!” The blonde stammered. Afraid for his life as he looked dead into the beady eyes of the Demon of Sakuragi. “You took it off and handed it to me before the fight. I didn’t do anything to it but hold it!”

Kirishima sighed and put Sugihara down. “Damnit…their gonna kill me….”

“Who’s gonna kill you?”

He didn’t bother answering Sugihara’s question. Instead continued out of the warehouse and told him where to drive. They end up uptown at a fancy boutique shop. One catering to high fashion, custom designs, and the business residence of the personal tailor of the Sakuragi family. “[Y/N]? You here?”

“Would the shop be open if I wasn’t?”

They came out from the back all smiles. Tape measure around their neck. Pins on their lapel. Holding what looked to be a fine piece of fabric in their arms. “Question is, what are you doing here so late?”

“There was…an accident?”

“Oh?” Kirishima tensed as their voice became a sickening kind of sweet. Their face still all smiles, but an ominous kind of grin that did not bode well.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“It never is. Is it?” He gulped.

Deciding to bite the bullet, Kirishima took off his jacket and showed them the jacket. “I take it this is from whatever hideous thing you did that caused your shirt to be the tatters it is?”

“This is a store-bought shirt!” He told them quickly. He wasn’t trying to make them angrier.

“You should still have more respect for you clothing. Someone, somewhere, went into a lot of trouble to make it for you.” They examined the jacket, and the rip, then lowered it down from their face & inspection to glare at Kirishima. “You know this was a gift, right?”

“Yes, I know.”

“I entrust you, and all the Sakuragi men, with my creations. You are custodians of my hard work. And this is how you treat it?”

“It really was an accident [Y/N].” He was pleading at this point. “By the time it was over, and Sugihara handed it back to me, I noticed it was ripped. I swear it wasn’t before!”

“What sort of lieutenant blames his subordinates for his accidents & mistakes?”

“….a poor one….” Kirishima muttered dejectedly.

[Y/N] then sighed and looked at the jacket again. “I can fix it. But you’ll have to leave it with me. Come pick it up Friday if you want it back.”

“I do.” He told them in earnest.

“And, you’ll have to take me out to dinner. To make up for this crime.”

Kirishima smiled. “Deal.” He then dared to come in close and gave them a peck on the cheek. Which he was happy was not rejected, nor did he end up with a pair of scissors at his throat. “I’ll see you Friday.”

He then left and went back to the car where Sugihara was waiting. “Everything go ok?”

“As well as could be expected.” Kirishima told him as they drove off. He then looked down at his shirt, all covered in blood, and thought, maybe he should take better care of his belongings. Someone, somewhere like [Y/N] worked hard on them. He should be a better caretaker, as they suggested.

[shinozaki-ayumi]

Ok I'm just going to post it lol.

I’ve had this theory about Dead Patient (but I guess now Darkness Distortion too) for ages, but I always felt it was too insane and I was just coping. BUT I finally saw someone on Twitter make a similar connection so I feel comfortable enough to put it out there now.

All my thoughts under the cut! Will contain some spoilers for Blood Drive and Dead Patient if you are new to the series and want to avoid those.

First, regarding Dead Patient:

So I've basically always had this theory that Ayame Itou might somehow actually be Ayumi inside her own Nirvana experiencing amnesia, and that her Nirvana took the shape of a hospital because… idk. I guess because she’s been effectively disabled since the end of Blood Drive and probably has to be in the hospital more often? If I’m remembering correctly, Yoshiki mentions in the Dead Patient drama CD that he has to bring Ayumi to the hospital, so maybe it’s the same one?

Either way it was a very incomplete “theory” and more something I thought up because it would be a fun fic idea lmao. DP isn't finished so there isn't really enough material to build a theory off of; I was mostly going off of their names sounding familiar, the amnesia thing, and the fact that the very first thing we see in DP is a catatonic Ayumi, implying that she is relevant to the story somehow. But I looked a bit more into it and there are a few things here and there that I’ve had some fun theorizing about, even if it's a stretch.

#1: This limited edition alternative costume for Ayame. They could’ve picked any character, but they picked Ayumi (this is a massive stretch, I just thought it was neat and could potentially carry some hints under the guise of a meaningless costume).

#2: The way Ayame’s name is written in hiragana, not kanji. This is pretty uncommon in Corpse Party characters. The vast majority of them use kanji -- except Sachiko (サチコ), Yoshikazu (ヨシカズ), and Yoshie (ヨシヱ), whose names are written in katakana; and Sayaka (さやか) and Ayumi (あゆみ), whose names are in hiragana. Again also a stretch, but an interesting correlation given how their names already sound similar.

And #3: This aspect of Ayame’s background, which is left pretty vague. Since this is a fan wiki I double-checked their source and it does say this in official material. The vagueness of it is obviously meant to correlate to Ayame’s amnesia, but it also leaves it open to the interpretation that maybe an amnesiac Ayumi has trauma-informed responses to these things due to her experiences in HH (even if she doesn’t remember it concretely).

Either way I didn’t really expect this idea to hold any ground and mostly put it away in the back of my mind as a silly thing to build my own post-Blood Drive headcanons with. Certain inconsistencies also existed that made me believe it wasn't possible and I was just looking into it too much (e.g., Ayame's last name is Itou, which both looks and sounds nothing like Shinozaki, so the name similarity point kind of falls off track).

Now, with Darkness Distortion:

We have another character named "Ayame." The ritual/curse in Darkness Distortion is called Ayame's Mercy. In general, people are under the impression that the girl in a wheelchair seen in promotional material is Ayame. I mean, this part of the trailer probably all but confirms that:

Ayumi is also in a wheelchair as of the end of Blood Drive/beginning of Dead Patient:

This time around, the name comparison also holds a bit more value, I think. Darkness Distortion's Ayame's full name is Ayame Kirishima. Someone I follow on Twitter pointed something out about how this new name sounds:

Translation: “I’m saying this very quietly, but, if ‘Ayame-san’ is ‘Ayumi,’ then wouldn’t her surname(?), ‘Kirishima,’ become ‘Kishinuma’?”

We know that Yoshiki is basically Ayumi's caretaker post-Blood Drive (or at least becomes her caretaker sometime between the end of Blood Drive and the start of Dead Patient) and she presumably lives with him. So I suppose it wouldn't be entirely unbelievable that an only semi-conscious or amnesia-riddled Ayumi would latch onto his name as a form of self-identification or just genuinely mistake it for her own?

The question obviously remains whether Ayame Ito and Ayame Kirishima are the same character. I don't really think it's just a coincidence they have the same first name and the setting is a hospital again. The Ayumi connection is questionable, but after getting more thoroughly reacquainted with Blood Drive (I hadn't played it since it came out 10 years ago. Oops) I feel like it's not entirely crazy to think Ayumi could have manifested her own Nirvana like Sachiko did. Maybe Ayame Ito and Ayame Kirishima function similarly to the White Sachiko and Red Sachiko in Blood Covered? (i.e., two separate manifestations of the same soul representing different emotions).

Idk. I don't expect any of this to be true lol. But it's fun to theorize while we wait for real answers.

[maissafespace]

But I want you.

Ayato Kirishima x Reader

Synopsis: when the princess acts on her attraction for her royal knight, the only thing she can do is hope for all to go well.

Request: hello i will sell my soul for any sort of ayato kirishima content you can think of, im starving and i have consumed everything to be found on tumblr its unhealthy

Warnings: forbidden relatiosnhip. knight!ayato, princess!reader. nsfw. brat!reader, experienced!ayato, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male receiving), scratching, degradation kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie. light angst.

A/n: I don't know what this is, but I've never read Ayato outside of canon so I wanted to try, maybe make this an AU of which I will do other stories about just because lol but i agree i was starving for Ayato content as well anon, so i hope you like it really! I tried my best lol XD

Masterlist - Masterpost

As the princess of the kingdom who just reached legal age, your coming of age ball would occur soon for all guests to arrive and so would the different amount of wealthy men asking for your hand in marriage in order to also better their status and position in society.

You weren't really consulted on the proposals, it was up to your parents, mostly your mother to look over the most convenient proposal.

So, you had given up on it for quite a while, your caretaker and ladies in waiting had started to explained the duties you would need to satisfy as a wife and while it was a bit embarrassing at first, those deeds soon were pestering your mind day and night.

For a single man that was always near you.

Ayato Kirishima had entered and trained for the knighthood for his entire life, he was under the responsibility of your family's butler so he entered the palace quite young, only two years your senior.

It had started years ago as a mere crush on the boy, a blessing upon you since the window of your room would face the training grounds, your young self would look out for hours to see the boy train, drenched in sweat and panting with a flushed body.

You tried to stay away for some time, never look at him by your window anymore, occupying yourself in activities that would have you on the complete opposite sides of the palace. But he never left entirely, he would send those smiles that had your heart flutter, he'd help you around and more than once was assigned as your knight during trips, leaving him closer than ever.

With time that crush instead of fading became heavier, deeper and in some way worse when he seemed to exchange the interest positively. He’d talk to you, help you, touch you and made you laugh, he was always close.

That is why, right now, you found yourself in your room during the night trying to keep your composure and not touch yourself with all the knowledge that was bestowed upon you and think about your future husband being him.

It had to fade away as soon as possible, as a heir you knew the possibility of him ever being a match was below zero, unfortunately.

Your infatuation had to disappear.

Asking friends for advice was the next step, how to get a man out of your head, or a desire as you told them, and probably the worse advice was given to you. One that made you doubt the friendships you had.

To have him and throw away, experience the desire to finally having the curiosity satisfied and never think about it anymore.

For a week that thought never left your mind, you would pass by him, he would bow but the only thought you had was to savor those lips, feel them on your skin, while your bodies united as one.

As your body submerged under the hot tub, feeling that warmth and crave deep in you, it wasn't something you could ignore anymore, it was a years in the building love you had for him, his abilties, his beauty and his personality.

Standing up from the tub, water drenched down your body and hair, now wet and shining with the oils your skin was washed with. Hinami, helped you with your robe and was going to do the same for your hair before you stepped away from her, back to the same window you stayed at a lot in your youth.

"Hinami." You called her attention abruptly.

"Yes, my lady."

"Call Ayato Kirishima, I need to discuss something urgent with him." You said, and as Hinami nodded and exited the room, a bit of uneasiness and excitement built up in your core.

Your current robe was discarded for a new one, a sheer transparent robe that left nothing to the imagination. Your nipples were peeking against the fabric as well, your bosom stuck out barely covered by the hair falling on the front.

Minutes passed slow, spent on looking yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was as good as it was seducing somehow. Your heart stopped for a moment when the door was knocked at and Hinami's voice was faintly heard.

"Let Ayato in and leave us, Hinami, I'll call for you later if needed." You yelled from the bathroom with composure.

The door clicked open and close, the sound of boots gracing your ears as you finally let go of your agitation and moved towards your room once again.

"Princess, Hinami told me I was needed for an urgent matter but I was not aware of any- " When his eyes fell upon you, his face hardened in a way, his jaw was prominent and his eyes seemed to glare at you rather than be pleased by the sight.

It didn't diminish the thrill in you. Walking up to him at mere centimeters of distance with an innocent smile that contradicted the rest of your body.

"It is indeed something urgent. You see, recently I've been informed time and time again of certain duties- sigh- for my imminent marriage. Though, these were referred to me by women, I was quite curious on a male perspective. Who would be better than you, my loyal knight?" You smiled at him, hands behind your back, popping your chest out a little.

His eyes slightly widened at the implications of your words. Going back to their stoic and neutral gaze seconds later. "I am sure you were already told enough, my lady. I cannot cross more lines than I already am by being here."

"I invited you here. You're not crossing any line that I did not ask you to. But if I am of incovenience, I will find someone else to help me out-"

"What is it that you need?" His voice was harsher and colder, your thighs clenched together at the tone and his eyes seem to register it after all.

"I need to learn the ways to properly pleasure a man, if you could teach me, I know you're experienced in women, it shouldn't be different to take me-" Your jaw hurt as his fingers pressed against it, lifitng you towards him, close to his face where your noses would almost touch.

"You are the princess, my lady, what you are asking is for me to treat you like a common whore, is that what you want?" Your head moved on its own, nodding for him, to have him as soon as possible, to let your desire flow out freely without hiding.

His lips crashed against yours right after, he held you hardly as his mouth moved roughly, a kiss that was reciprocated, sloppy and messy at the amount of need behind the both of you.

Your body and his felt burning against one another, your back arched, and your sounds began to echo in the room along the smacking of your lips, your chest pressed against his, heat pooled in you both at the skin contact separated with only two layers of clothing.

Nipples could be felt through the sheer robe, they hardened, hands started to fall around the hems of the fabrics, the robe being the first hitting the ground and his cotton training shirt following behind, letting you get a close up of the body you eyed every day for years, the body you wanted to feel the warmth of.

Hands roamed around, your on his chest, back and shoulders while his grabbed onto your every flesh possessively, gripping on your waist, hips, neck, nape, ass… he seemed like he wanted to memorize everything about it.

“Ayato-“ Whispering his name let you hear his groans out loud. You wanted to know for how long he wanted you as well, how he fantasized about you just as you did for him to react this way to your touch, to your voice…

His bulge was evident against your lower stomach, founding the courage and guided by your lust, your hand rubbed it, he pulled away from you hissing, squeezing a bit when the burning sensation of your scalp came as he pulled you from your hair.

It wasn’t pain, not at all that came with the action, but instead your thighs were squeezing together, trying to alleviate the need of him.

He noticed it, he noticed you, just like he always did all these years. A small smirk came onto his face, your flushed face, red and pink, with the glossy look in your eyes made him feel power over the member of royalty before him, let his ego being inflated.

“Down to your knees.” He pushed you down, his fingers going to the string of his pants, your mouth watered for him. “You asked for this, my princess. How to pleasure a man, how to be pleasured as a whore…” He leaned to kiss your lips once more before pushing into your mouth.

The taste passed any importance, your head felt dizzy as his hands guided your head back and forth down his length, your tongue moved around him, your moans mixing with his hisses and groans.

Millions of thoughts went through his mind, how did the sheltered princess that never touched a man, suck him off like a professional woman from the brothels. How did she lose all her innocence in his eyes with a single sight of her body.

As his hands cupped your face, he made you look up at him, your eyes close to tearing up but he had to stop to keep himself on edge at least. He groaned loudly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs almost gently before his hips thrusted forward.

You couldn’t help but gag, the tears threatening to fall down, were now rolling down your cheeks, your fingers dug into his legs for you to have something to latch on.

The roughness was arousing, he could do anything to you right now, your head wasn’t registering much. You just wanted him, as your first and maybe as your only one.

When he pulled out of your mouth, you were gasping for hair, your hands falling on the ground, essentially in a doggy position, your mouth hung open waiting for him, he couldn’t help but want to see your body trembling from an orgasm, have you under his complete control.

He kneeled in front of you, kissing your lips that still tasted of him with a devilish smile, lifting you up from your jaw and walking to your bed, bodies climbing and falling onto the silky sheets. Expensive fabrics that would now be tainted of you two.

His body hovered yours, lips connecting with his again, muffling down the moans that now escaped you as his fingers found their way to your intimacy.

Your legs tried to squeeze together at first, but were roughly opened up, shamefully spread on for anyone that could enter the room to look at you and how his fingers started to pump in and out of you.

One of your hand was gripping on the bed, moaning at the cold but pleasant feeling of his fingers inside of you, his thumb circling and pressing against your clit wonderfully, mixed with the squelching sound of your juices. “Ayato, Ayato, please-“ You whimpered against his lips.

“Wet like a slut, moaning like a bitch for me, is this what you did every day when looking at me from afar…” His voice was rough against your ear, lips against the lobe sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t think I’ve never noticed you. Did you touch yourself thinking of me? Calling for me? Just like you are doing now.” You could feel the smirk at his lips.

But you couldn’t do much, with his words and his actions he was sending you into a blurry minded state. You just nodded, whimpering as you felt the knot sensation in your core, arching your back a little, you knew he knew. He pressured more, pumping faster and deeper, rubbing down till you cried out his name.

You were scratching his back as he continued through your orgasm, your legs were spasming, but he chuckled. Pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your cum on your lower stomach and then leading them to your mouth to suck on.

That arousal heightened once again, your eyes were still full of lust and love. You reached out for his face, kissing him gently contrarily to all previous actions, he countered with the same gentleness, his tongue played with yours, his hand caressed your skin.

���Are you sure of this now?” He whispered asked you, there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Please, Ayato, I want it to be you.” Your voice cracked at the confession. He kissed you then, deeply and passionately. Spreading your legs apart once again as he positioned himself between them.

The tip of his cock slapped against your still sensitive clit, whining against his mouth you felt him rub himself around, picking up the natural lube. “It may hurt a little-“ He said lowly, you barely heard him as he thrusted in slowly.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, as your legs caged him with you as he sunk himself into you slowly. He groaned at the tightness and you let a few moans out of slight pain and pleasure. Feeling stretched open was a bit of a vague statement, it was not describable, even less when he started moving.

He pulled away from you, sitting up, looking down at your body, covered in love bites, hickeys and marks, he admired the disheveled form of you, it was perfect, he wanted to be the only one allowed to see this but it wasn’t something practical so he would just memorize it and enjoy this single time he’d have with you.

His arm wrapped around your under thigh, his other hand going to wrap itself around your neck as he accelerated his thrusts, smashing deeper and louder, noises bounced around the room, for everyone to probably hear the slapping of your skin to one another.

“My little whore is about to cum… already, I can feel you around me. Fuck, fuck-“ your walls were doing things to him. He let go of your leg, leaning over you still holding you around your throat.

Taking the chance your legs wrapped around his waist, you didn’t want him to ever separate from you and he held much of the same thought but it was far more complicated.

With his thrusts mere seconds passed before you came, he was close now as well as he fucked you through it, pussy that tried to milk him. He gritted his teeth in frustration. “Let go, princess.” He said with a mean tone. “Y/N. Let go, I’m going to cum.” He warned, he was stern trying to pull away, but your conscious state of mind and your fucked out state of mind wouldn’t let him. You wanted all of him, your eyes screamed it and instead of stopping his hips continued.

“I-Inside-“ Your mouth was shut by his, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down against your body as he finally went sloppier till he pushed deep, grunting against your mouth as he emptied himself in you while your third orgasm hit.

You felt like puddle, never in your life had you felt such pleasure.

The knight on the other hand was pushing down the voice that was telling him how much he had fucked up right then. But nothing felt this satisfying in a long time, this was a huge risk that made the thrill even more exciting and arousing.

He pulled out, he chuckled at your face distraught at the thought of him just leaving. Thoughts that disappeared as he turned you around, getting on your hands and knees, ass up and back arched as he pushed back in.

Holding you at your waist and hips, thrusting as if it wasn’t your first night, it felt like he was using your body, stuffing you with him. He was treating you like he said he would, and as you moved your hips back into his hungry for more, he continued spouting filth about you.

Grabbing at your shoulders to thrust deeper.

A few more orgasms happened till late at night, only once it was him cumming somewhere that wasn’t in you. Positions after positions, rough with breaks of gentleness, where you’d just hold each other and kiss. Making up for all the time you didn’t let yourself act on your attraction for him.

Falling into your slumber wasn’t something you were surprised but waking up without him was. You sat up abruptly when you couldn’t feel him beside you anymore, looking around the room till relaxing at the sight of him in front of the chimney.

The ache everywhere in your body didn’t matter, your feet tapped rapidly till your body only covered by his shirt hugged the back of his.

“I was scared you had left.” You mumbled against his skin.

He remained silent for a while. “You know we fucked up, right?” His voice was a big emotionless, you flinched a little but tightened your hold around him. “Doesn’t matter if I wanted it or you did.. fuck.”

He sighed, a hand going through his hair while your heart was clenching in fear of his words, not because of the risk but because he could distance himself from you. Tears were close to falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Ayato, I’m sorry.” You could say the only thing that could repair things, that could have him stay.

“Apologies won’t do much, princess.”

You rounded him, getting in front of him, not letting his eyes move from yours, you looked up at him, his hand automatically moved to your cheek, he was comforting you when it should’ve been the other way around.

Millions of feelings were flashing through both of your eyes, consequences would come and it could be in a form of a tiny human being or harsh punishment or maybe luck would be on your side and nothing would happen.

He leaned in, kissing you once more. “You will be arranged to marry in no time. This stunt was avoidable for both of us but you couldn’t help yourself, so you’re dragging me down with you.” He continued to peck your lips, hands holding around your waist.

“Stay with me.” You whispered to him.

“Is that an order?” Your stomach dropped looking at empty eyes, feeling the disappointment and guilt pooling up, a one night stand or a forceful relationship wasn’t what you wanted.

Your arms fell from his body, walking away from him, you threw his shirt back, leaving you bare without any care of it, climbing back into your bed. You said a single word out loud. “Leave.”

He stood there, hair covering his face, sighing heavily as he retrieved his shirt. He contemplated but went to you, laying a kiss on the top of your head as you hid under the sheets.

He didn’t say anything, he would suppress his feelings, the adrenaline was gone, reality sunk back in and too many things were at stake, it wasn’t too late to just stop it before it could go even deeper.

The door opened and closed behind him, that was when you could let the little whimpers out, muffling the cries, now it was on you to explain the marks on your body to the maids, it was on you to look after your heart as it was crashed and broken for the man that just left after showing all his emotions all night and taking the innocence you were allowing him to take.

You didn’t close your eyes till the morning after in hopes for him to come back to you and hold you.

[arlemangel7]

I just had a random thought

How the bakusquad would react to over-stimulation

The bakusquad

Bakugou

I feel like he would be super sensitive to your emotions even if he doesn't always act like it. I think if he seen you overstimulated he'd kinda lead you to a quieter place or if you were already in that quieter place he'd keep you company under the guise of "this place is to noisy" but would most definitely have food and water with him/ already there and after a while I feel like he'd call the guys over and they'd have a quick chat about the next move, if they all could leave with you they most likely would, but by Chance if the event was for them professionally the "off duty" members would gladly escort the baby home kugou would assure you that it's perfectly fine and to have no guilt about them leaving early they love you and want the best for you.

Kirishima

I feel like man's would be the type to have like a little touch/ grab signal(s) to communicate without words and upon feeling such a touch he immediately go into caretaker mode like for ex. If yall were on a red carpet or celeb press thing and he felt you grab him in that way, he'd give the 'I understand' tap back and wrap up the interview as subly and as quickly as possible and before the next meeting he'd take you to the side and discuss what you needed at that moment, if it was just a break between interviews he'd distracted the next person or make up an excuse for you to find a quiet moment in another space, after all you guys are a team.

Kaminari

I feel like he'd be the one to need a moment alone he's this big/high energy person and his hero persona reflects that so I think he would definitely be the overstemed one more often then people think. in this case the touch signals would come in handy but if he was to far to touch I think you'd be able to hear his vocal inflections change they would be subtle enough to not ✨spark(hehe) any suspicion from the public but you know him too well, so you quickly wrap your interview up and go over to him to see his interview has gone on for a little bit to long and you'd be the excuse he needed to walk away. you chat about if he needed a break and discover he wants to finish up, so you'd signal some managers and agents and they would wrap up the interviews or reschedule things. An yall would go home and decompress.

Sero

I feel like he is more so the watcher of the groups vibe so while yall are at different interview stations he'd be multi tasking and listening in to your voices and when he notices that a few of you are getting tired or irritated with the questions. I feel like yall have like watches that you can tap and the other person feels the vibrations I think he'd had them made for a five way connection as opposed to the normal two way. he gifted yall with them on Christmas and now here we are so when ever the vibe changes to any level of discomfort he would tap the watch a certain pattern and the group would move and adjust according to what the level is.

As always the thoughts are mine the characters are not

Stay warm stay safe and I'm signing off for now 💋

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique:Ayanami’s Riot

It’s a known fact for some that the man called All for One was an absolute bastard. A generally vile, heinous piece of shit who seemed to go out his way to think the world and life was a comic book that existed to cater to his grand design as some Demon King. So of course his array of petty and vile actions often involved atrocities such as illegal scientific experiments whose very purposes and intentions were nothing short of basically spitting in God's face and pissing in his garden. Among those being the art of cloning with the intent to craft spare bodies, now you might be asking what does this have to do in terms of context?

Allow me to introduce you all to one such clone, a pretty little thing to say the least, known as Rei Ayanami. That was the name she'd been designated with from her particular test tube conception, as well as that of her fellow clones or sisters who'd been discarded as AfO didn't see any rhyme or reason to needing a female body, nevermind how and why they all developed female. Far as the so called demon king of villainy was concerned, they were just Nomu who'd be good for little more than well.....whatever any of his cannon fodder underlings could think of to do with them. Not that they got far enough to do that when naturally in came some pros busting in on their lab with a raid!!

It had all gone by in a blur but for the peculiar hivemind of clone girls, they seemed to now no longer find themselves as disposable assets but rather recognized as sapient beings with sentience, will and citizenship. Seems having an array of identical young girls made for great spaces to fill in the work force, for every office building a pretty face for a secretary or personal assistant, a waitress in a diner, any and every need possible. It helped that each Rei was pretty adaptable but some of their caretakers wondered a few things about them. That being why in the hell were they so goddamn sexy?!

Researchers had yet to determine the exact cause to how and why but the Reis all seemed to have a habit for physically developing into bombshells with looks that put pornstars to shame. I'm talking more curves than a freeway, thick and I mean THICC sexy cuties with voluptuous booties, the flexibility of Cirque de Soleil contortionist acrobats and legs that truly brought a classic ZZ top song to mind. Tits just ideal in firmness and softness that those meatbuns just called to have a skilled hand touch them, the muscle tone of an olympic swimmer and the exotic albino-esque appearance. All this and more made for a package that could only be called a walking sex bomb.

Yet just as much a mystery was that not one of the Ayanami swarm had yet to report or experience any encounter in terms of sexual activity, could be that maybe their quiet, often cold stoic looking personalities were off putting. Or that some were worried about whether or not they'd be willing to consent or if they were risking sexual harassment but all things considered, these girls were about as chaste as nuns. That was until a recent development of course occurred at UA University. According to a field report from one of the key handlers, Nemuri Kayama, aka the Rated R heroine Ms.Midnight who was shall we say quite explicitly graphic and detailed in regards to this development she witnessed by chance first hand.

It had all happened seemingly innocent enough as the Rei assigned to campus as her teaching assistant had seemed to, at least in her opinion, develop an interest or perhaps even a romantic if not sexual attraction towards one of her students. That being one Eijiro Kirishima, aka Red Riot, much to her delight, as the cute often seemingly mute homonculus girl would gaze at him silently with those ruby red eyes of hers. Seeming to especially take interest in whenever he was interacting with his girlfriends Mina and Maya such as holding hands or the brief little private moments they’d be making out, observing with almost voyeuristic curiosity. Or seeming to snap pictures of him on her phone when she’d catch him jogging by on a morning run or working out on the campus gym.

what follows of course in Midnight’s report could be considered overly graphic snd explicit in her descriptions and observations of her young charge and her sexual awakening. Snippets of psych profiles detailing numerous pornographic websites frequented by the albino mutant nomu, a collection of the pictures she had of Kirishima especially shirtless to which there were videos and photoes of her masturbating to them. As well as some peculiar documentation involving sexual education from the Rated R heroine herself and records of what had seemed to be a back and forth text chat with Mina and Maya, codenames Pinky and Mystique. To say that the HPS bureaucrats who had to read and check this report over had issues was an understatement .

But then of course the report went on to highlight how Rei’s behaviour had seemingly developed, wearing outfits intentionally a few sizes too small for her voluptuous frame or designed to highlight her sexiness to seeming to be more direct in approaching and socially interacting with Kirishima. Making small talk, one sided as it could seem but the hardheaded redhead was shown to do enough talking for both of them as well talk enough on the exotic girl’s body language in spite of her seemingly limited vocabulary. Then of course came the first act of sexual intimacy between the two according to a voyeuristic first hand account from Midnight as she had witnessed it in secret. Nobody wanted to ask exactly how and why she was there, quite frankly you’d be hard pressed to get an answer from her.

Apparently it had all begun playing out like an atypical scenario from a porn video, as the albino TA had the himbo stay with her after class, locking the doors as she immediately pressed herself to him, squirming in his firm embrace as they pressed their lips together in a heated, sloppy kiss. Their hands proceeding to remove one another’s clothing as their tongues danced together, Rei’s quiet but deep throated moans melodic and beautiful as she felt the object of he newly discovered sexual fantasies explore and caress her body. Her own hands relishing the firmness and heat of his muscular form as she kissed and licked her way down his torso, kneeling down to face his crotch. Looking at his cock and balls in awe as she grasped and started to stroke it, trembling with anticipation and arousal as her pussy gushed and dribbled with desire and need.

Midnight let out no detail of this illicit liaison, her vivid praise of Rei’s enthusiastic fellatio sounding like a critic praising a major award winning performance in how her charge sucked and blew on Kirishima’s cock. Let alone the himbo’s sexual experience ensuring the albino nomu girl’s world was rocked as he fucked her just about any and everywhere they could in that classroom. Rei seeming become devoted him with every orgasm he assaulted her with as if she were a bitch in heat being claimed by the alpha male she had courted with the results she had been hoping for. Her moans and gasps of pleasure often mixed in with her soft cries of his name with a tone of need and desire like she was becoming a junkie.

That being the cas, it eas all no small wonder that the first time would lead to several more interactions and encounters of a sexual nature and variety between the two. Midnight’s report a pornographic treasure trove of texts like out of a porn book to pictures and videos enough to stock pile an onlyfans profile. From the pair rutting in a beach shower cubicle to a secret late night skinny dipping romp in the campus rooftop swimming pool. Secret blowjobs, private cosplay roleplays and that was just one on one of course. It only escalated once Mina and Maya got into the equation.

One could almost swear Midnight wasn’t exactly being subtle in hiding the fact she wasn’t secret about her acquiring her a evidence. The fact she was in some of the pictures and videos herself made that very clear to say nothing of other women involved such as the Hawaiian gaijin lifeguard at the local community swimming pool or the skater girl gaijin general course transfer student. But most peculiar was that the more Rei interacted with Kirishima sexually, the more it seemed not omly like she got more closer with him intimately but something else occured. A sort of strange synchronicity among her fellow clone sisters.

Reports from the handlers and observers of the Rei found that not long after Kirishima’s regular erotic trysts, they all began exhibiting changes in their behaviour and personality. Dressing in the same casually sexy, erotic manner, outright courting attention for erotic intimacy but most of all? They all seemed to share the same romantic lust for him, as if linked by a hive mind of raw, primal desire. Scrapbooks filled with pictures of the red riot, sketchbooks of which many anatomical artist nude drawings were among them, even journals detailing sexual fantasies!! No one was sure what to make of it to say the least.

Let alone when the Rei who started it all set up her own OnlyHeroes profile account, filled with a library of not only her sex live with Kirishima and the women in his life. But also those of her clone sisters, as if being a literal one woman harem army for the Red Riot hero. From pseudo twins performing tandem blowjobs to videos of to roleplays involving step siblings, that was just the tip of the iceberg. As if Rei was wanting to show off and highlight the stud thst she and hers had all come to think of as their sex god.

Observations continue to be reported in regards to the Reis and their adaptation to regular society but extra careful has been noted to maintain vigilance in regard to this peculiar sexual behaviour. As well as whether or not any children that may be conceived by the Rei from their constant copulation with Kirishima. Who knows what next generation army may come about. And does this hive kind behaviour also include and extend to the Reis still in their tanks…..

[bastardblvd]

Question who are all the residents of grimetown and what do they do?

so this is not a complete list of grimetown residents as we have over 60 of them at this point and i cannot remember them all but i'll take a stab at it:

the original slimeball freeloader!toji who, as the name suggests, has no career and freeloads off his partners/hookups/child/etc. known to scam and swindle. drives a flintstones-style cardboard vehicle, and by driving i mean runs everywhere.

evil landlord!sukuna who owns every building in grimetown

at the mcdonald's on the intersection of struggle street and bastard boulevard is the only employee mcdonald’s manager!aki hayakawa

dmv employee!yuuta okkotsu behind the counter with his big wet moose eyes, has longstanding beef with the aforementioned mcdonald's manager

the law and order hot cop!nanami

fake osha inspector!kishibe who can be persuaded into giving you a passing grade if you flash your tits and/or bits

rich boy!megumi, son of freeloader!toji and the bougiest bitch in all of grimetown (after his stepdaddy gojo)

tattoo artist!choso who tattoos out of his little brother's home gym

speaking of, gym owner!yuuji with his modest home gym

worst rated nail tech!nobara kugisaki

tiktok stars!denji and power (only tiktok stars as a pair, otherwise they are general slimeballs and menaces to society)

former drug dealer and now jobless!naoya who is freeloading in stepdaddy merc's residence after the new dealer in town put him out of business <3

best in the game weed dealer!recovery girl

grave digger!maki

perverted old men peepaw!jiraiya and peepaw!kishibe

their caretaker nurse!kakashi

professional car dealership noodle floaty!satoru gojo

slutty postman!getou

line cook!dabi

slimeball starbucks barista!denki

slimeball starbucks manager!bakugou

taxi driver!zoro (also a lifeguard)

line cook!sanji

tattoo artist!eren jaeger

dental hygienist!eren jaeger

dentist!mahito

dentist!orochimaru

slutty starbucks barista!dabi

sex shop owners!satosugu

mall cop!mai zen'in

used car salesman!kirishima

ikea warehouse employee!kirishima

daycare employee!yor forger

gas station employee!yoshida

odd jobs handyman!deku

receptionist and discord mod!inumaki

toji joe's owner!toji (like trader joe's)

hooters waitress!toji