#ejiro x you

[brningcigs]

- you catch kirishima watching p-rn and ask to watch with him. can you guess what happens next? 🤭

note: this could also go for kaminari too UGHH

cw: (COLLEGE AU!) virgin!kirishima, virgin!reader, piv (female genitalia!), oral (f receiving) i think that’s all!! if i missed anything lmk!

you didn’t mean to ease drop. you were on your way to his dorm when you heard strange noises coming from inside, halting your fist just before your knuckles hit the door to press your ear against the wood with wide eyes. you couldn’t believe your ears, your bestfriend was watching porn.

you opened the door and kirishima couldn’t be more quick to practically slam his laptop shut, wide eyed with parted lips as he stared back at you. “were you just watching porn?” you question even though you already know and he shakes his head frantically to which you laugh and point a finger at him. “you totally were!”

his face is beat red at this point, bending his elbow and hiding his face behind his forearm and bicep, rambling on about how embarrassed he was. :(((( he’s so cute.

“can i watch too?”

he’s baffled that you would even ask such a thing, slowly lowering his arm to give you a questionable look, eyes slightly narrowed. he almost thought he was hearing things at first. “uhmm… sure…”

so you sit beside him on his bed, both criss crossing your legs causing your knees to touch and he presses play sheepishly. you guys sit in silence for a few awkward seconds, watching the grossly over exaggerated performance but you eventually start cracking jokes which causes him to laugh.

the both of you end up talking about the general idea of sex and it comes out that you’re both virgins. eijirou purses his lips as he glances back down at the laptop for a moment and suddenly without thinking, asks you if you wanted to try it out with him. although when he realizes what he said he’s back to being all embarrassed, trying so hard to defend himself.

“i mean… maybe we could figure it out together… UH-i mean like if yknow you ever wanted to- or-.. just forget i said anything.” he’s such a stuttering mess it’s adorable!!

you giggle and happily agree to his offer and he’s stunned. if any more surprises hit him tonight, he’s afraid he’ll have a heart attack.

you two end up trying what you saw in the video you watched - you started with innocent kisses; soft and sweet with both your guys’ hands cupping each others face as you both giggle into the kiss. and than the kissing progressed, a full on make out sesh that grew more intense. you end up in his lap and he’s grabbing onto anything he can touch. your shoulders, your waist, your thighs. and every time his short nails graze against your skin your humming with approval and he’s sooo dizzy.

he’s getting desperate and needy and you’re not far behind him, his hands guiding your hips against his painful hard-on, the room filled with breathy moans and gasps and all sorts of other desperate noises youre both probably embarrassed of.

you’re getting impatient, gripping his soft red hair to pull away and he’s chasing your lips.

���do you have condoms?”

he practically tumbles over the side of his bed and you erupt into a fit of giggles as he yanks open his bed side drawer and pulls out a condom.

the SECOND he pushes inside you his face pales over because shit he already feels like he’s going to cum. he’s mumbling incoherent nonsense under his breath and praying to GOD that he doesn’t embarrass himself and he’s so grateful you need a second to get used to the feeling of penetration before any movement happens.

his muscular body is hovering above you with his blanket covering you both and when you give him the go ahead to start moving he grows more anxious. he drags his hips out and his face is contorting and twisting in pleasure, a shaky groan leaving him as he slowly pushes back into you.

hearing that high pitched gasp when his tip kissed your cervix has his hips snapping back to push right back into you, wanting, needing to hear that sound again. over and over, he’s met with soft moans that has him running, sprinting to the finish line, leaning down to nip at your neck as you hold onto him and lock your legs around his waist.

“kirii..” you whine out, clenching around him and practically pulling him back in every single time he winds back and that was the literal end of him.

before he can even warn you his cumming into the condom, arms tightly wrapped around you as he fucks into you desperately, moaning into your neck and rambling incoherent praise.

when he’s realized he came in the first three minutes his face is as red as his hair and he’s pulling away to look down at you in a panic of embarrassment.

“i-i’m so sorry! fuck you just felt so good i couldn’t help myself.. did you finish?”

he’s horrified when you giggle and shake your head despite the content look on your face and he’s shoving his own face into the nape of your neck, apologizing over and over again and you only laugh.

“it’s okay kiri, i swear! it’s normal, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” you soothed but he wasn’t convinced.

“nono, i’m not gonna leave you unsatisfied.. that wouldn’t be manly at all.”

you’re shocked as you watch him shuffle down the bed and move in between your legs, about to object but we’re cut off by his tongue pressing flat against your core. your body jolts and you cry out at the stimulation, and kirishima has a sparkle in his eyes at the effect he has on you.

he’s like a kid in a candy store, lapping at your little bundle of nerves with a firm hold on your hips. he moves his tongue just like he saw in the video, flicking your sensitive bud and wrapping his lips around it. he’s making out with your heat like a starved man, moaning into you as if eating you out is causing him some immense amount of pleasure.

the vibrations from his voice against your clit is enough to make you finally come undone, legs shaking and your toes curling and you SWEAR you saw stars.

kirishima is cleaning you up, drinking down your cum and you squeal at the over stimulation, pushing against the top of his head. “too much!”

the red headed boy pulls himself up with a wide smile and a wet chin, his tongue darting out to clear any of your remaining essence off his lips. “i never thought i’d love doing that so much!” he exclaims and you shake your head with a dopey smile, still coming down from your high.

“hey, you up for another round?”

kirishima asks sheepishly after sitting up to reveal that he was hard again and you just sit up and pounce on him.

it’s safe to say you two did a lot of that in your guys’ free time after that. 🤗

[babycakezero]

♡ a sudden confession !

A few soft knocks at the door of your room effortlessly peeled your attention away from the laptop currently placed ontop of your lap. You glanced at your alarm clock, '11:52 pm' it read in bright coloring.

Unlike most nights, Toru, your best friend since your first year at U.A, hadn't come over to your dorm room. She told you she wasn't feeling well, and didn't want to put you at risk of also getting sick.

So you had no idea whow as on the otherside of your door. And maybe it was because you uad just finished watching your favorite horror movie, but you could feel the invisible hairs on your body stand up at the millions of creepy monsters and deadly murders that could be lurking in the darkness just outside your door.

With your hands places snuggly on your waist, you called out quietly, "Yes?"

"It's Eijiro."

Oh. That may be worse than the evil murderous creature you had imagined lurking in the darkness just outside your door.

You opened the door, suddenly feeling exposed despite wearing your favorite colored pajama pants, and an oversized hoodie, that you nervously began to pull at the sleeves of.

You'd never let any boys into your room before, as you grew up with sligjtly strick guardians who thought it was inappropriate to have boy friends over in your room, which you always respected. Well, you actually let Koda into your room last semester because you desperately needed his help with a small bird that had gotten itself stuck inside your room. But, you supposed they couldn't actually get upset at you over that if they ever found out, since you did leave the door open the whole time and you kept a respectable distance.

Due to this way of your upbringing, you always kept a wall between you and whatever boy happened to be around. You didn't want to disappoint your family by becoming distracted by boys and dating. And besides, you never had much interest in those things outside of your favorite romance movies before. Before him.

The moment your eyes met his bright red ones, an accidental "Hi." Rushed out from between your lips.

"Hey." He smiled wide, like he always did, but now everything seemed different.

His hair, instead of its usual style that reflected well on your classmates personality, was now let down, and there were dark circles beginning to form under his eyes.

Was he... fake smiling at you?

"What happened?" You asked without much thought, suprised at yourself for even noticing, and caring, about such intimate things about the red headed boy.

His eyes darted away from yours, "Just... nervous, I guess."

"About graduation?" You finished with a guess, wondering why he was acting so strange as he stood before you wearing baggy sweatpants paired with an ill fitting tank top.

"That and.." You watched almost impatiently as his chest rose from beneath the red top, "I like you."

You blinked up at the boy. Once. Twice. And still, you hadn't the first idea on what to say back to him. Your first instinct was to just try and rewind time so you could ignore his knocking, or never attend U.A all together. Maybe then you would have never been distracted by him. You wanted to run away and hide, anything but be here.

But then a memory of a voice whispered itself inside you head, "Why don't the two of you just kiss already!" It was Ashido's voice when, during your second year, Kirishima had somehow managed to save you from hitting the back of your head by grabbing onto your waist. The memory itself was enough to make your legs feel weaker than jelly.

"H-huh?" Is all you managed to squeak out.

His hand attached itself to the back of his neck, a thing you realized he did whenever he felt nervous or shy, which was a rare thing to see, "I know it's pretty sudden to be confessing like this, but we're graduating in two weeks, and I realized that I couldn't live with wondering whether you would reject me or not for the rest of my life. And, if you don't feel the same, I'll totally understand, and also I hope I didn't wake you up. I should've just waited until morning, I'm really sorry-"

Was he... blabbering now? He was saying too many things all at once, and you felt as though you might short-circuit trying to comprehend everything that was coming out of his mouth.

"I like you too." You interrupted him, suprised at yourself.

"Wait... really?" His bright red eyes searched yours, and again you felt your face go red again.

Jeez, what would your family think of you right now? Getting red in the face over some boy, and letting it be even the smallest distraction from your hero studies. At your surface, you felt ashamed for allowing yourself to feel this way, but inside you wanted to be a kid, even if it was just for a few seconds.

"Yes." You answered with a small nod, your eyes desperately trying to look anywhere but his intimidating eyes.

"Then," He suddenly stood up straighter, making you crane your neck to look up at him correctly, "Can I please be your boyfriend?"

characters ♡ eijiro kirishima x ♡

a/n ~ write in the comments what you would say to our lovely, adorable eijiro kirishima !!

[plexivie]

texting Kirishima but you two have the fattest crushes on eachother

Pt.1

a/n: another one from the tiktok @shigarak1sbigfan 🤗 idk but I’ve been feeling kirishima lately

[adabird]

MHA BOYS

HEADCANNONS + Prefrences

All characters aged up, readers 16+

this should also be gender neutral, but if there are some parts that aren’t let me know! I’m working on all audiences, so that will be appreciated! And if you want any other characters let me know!

!!!!(sorry if my spelling isn’t correct, english is not my first language)!!!

Hitoshi Shinsou-

THIGHS = 🙏

Let’s be real, this man is a total thigh guy. The type of person to love any type of thighs no matter the shape and size. He loves thunder thighs, he loves the stretch marks on them, that mark the growth of his s/o’s body. He loves the way they jiggle when his s/o walks, and the way they expand when they sit down. All he wants to do is place his hand on his s/o’s thigh and squeeze. He even ops out of using his pillows, just to use his s/o’s thighs.(he has to use every bone, every muscle, every ounce of power not to pounce on you and stick his head in between your thighs). Don’t get me wrong he also loves smaller thighs too, the way he can wrap his hand around them, makes him release an internal sigh.

Monoma Neito-

CHEEKS (I won’t specify..)

Let’s be real, Monoma is all about himself but when it comes to his s/o, he’s all about them. Like literally obsessed, to the point you two will have weekly (daily) talks.. ANYWAYS! Monoma is really all about your cheeks, he loves grabbing them to pull you into a kiss, and he loves poking them to make you angry. Staring at you with the utmost admiration while he watches your cute face scrunch with agitation. And once he makes you mad he’ll kiss your cheek, only to sit back and watch you get all red..

Denki Kaminari-

CHESTS 🫡

AHHHH. I love this man, even though he’s a little bit of a pervert.. But ever since you became his s/o he’s only a pervert for you. He loves all different kinds of chests, big, medium, small, Xsmall, lopsided ANY KIND. He loves sticking his face between them, grabbing them, and even massaging them. Just like Shinsou, he’ll op out a pillow for yo mm chest ANY. TIME. He loves being your baby.

Tenya Iida-

FOREHEADS!!

MAN. MMM MMM MM. Iida is really all about foreheads, he loves your forehead no matter what. If you’re insecure about it, he’s definitely the one to make you more confident about it. No matter how big or small he’ll always, CONSTANTLY be placing kisses on your forehead. Especially after a long day of work he loves coming home to you, covering you in kisses. And don’t try to block your forehead!! this man is crazy for you, like really!

Eijiro Kirishima-

!!TUMMY/STOMACH!!

This man will love every. single. part of your body, he is quite literally your biggest fan. Whether you are the kind of person to love the outdoors, and daylight, or the kind of person to love the indoors and night sky. He literally adores your stomach, it doesn’t matter if your fit, or not. He loves giving you back and stomach massages. He loves cuddles too, he loves to cup your stomach and give you kisses trailing down from your throat not stopping until he feels like it. And even if you’re insecure he’ll make sure you feel loved, and love yourself no matter what. In his light, you’re incredibly important!

Hanta Sero-

NECK MAN

BOYYYYYY. This man loves your neck, he loves wrapping his hands around it, kissing it, sucking it, anything.

He loves it when you’re out in public he’ll grab the back of your neck and lead you around, whispering in your ear. AHHH. He especially loves backing you up to a wall or cornering you just to suck and mark your neck to make sure you, and anybody else knows who you belong to. So hot.

Tokoyami Fumikage-

EAR MAN (trust trust)

THIS BOY BRO. He’s a little insecure that his face isn’t like others, so it’s not like he can use his face the same way others can. So he loves pulling you in tight, weather your cuddling, or standing together just to nip and whisper nothings in your ear. He loves the way he drops his voice, watching as your blush crawls up your neck landing on your beautiful bashful face.

Mirio Togata-

STRETCH MARKS!!!!!!! 🙇🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️

THIS MAN. THIS MAN IS A GOD. He loves your stretch marks, no matter what. No matter how deep or long, his love for you does not change. He loves the stretch marks on your chest, thighs-whether it’s on the outside or inside of them, he loves your tummy marks, even the tiny marks on your back and arms. HE. LOVES. THEM. When you two get intimate he makes sure to kiss and caress them!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! Please, comment or message me if you have any preferred people you want me to write about! And feedback is really appreciated! Don’t be shy, Ask!

ALSOOO I was thinking about writing this but for the female characters? What do you guys think?

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

(it took forever to find this specific gif 💔)

"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

~

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

~~

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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[lovelyiida]

➜ new years kiss headcanon’s!

CHARACTERS: BAKUGO, IIDA, KIRISHIMA, DENKI, SHINSOU

WARNINGS: SLIGHTLY smutty, intended fem/gn reader, mentions of panties, angst, the p word, your WAIST

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➜ BAKUGO KATSUKI ✲ gn! reader

Decides to kiss you after the countdown, he can’t handle the pressure. (No one can tell him what to do, not even a stupid clock).

"I think if I saw Mina force-feed another grape in her mouth under that table, I was gonna vomit."

"I barfed a little in my mouth, actually."

A guttural laugh escaped from your lips as you held your stomach for support, and Katsuki couldn’t stop looking at you. The both of you were on clean-up duty after the New Year’s party the class held. However, you easily stopped caring about cleaning and decided to do what the both of you did best—shit talking.

Eyes snapping wide, you sat up in your seat and pointed towards the blonde with a smirk. “Oh! And did you see Denki and Jiro kiss? Ugh, I swear they needed to get a room.” You grimaced in jealousy. Katsuki let out a dry chuckle before placing his feet up on the common room table.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Katsuki sighed. Rolling your eyes, you followed his actions and placed your feet on the table as well.

"Well, I thought a guy I knew was gonna kiss me, but he wussed out." You mumbled, picking at the lint on the couch. Katsuki’s eyes looked out into the distance, going into deep thought as to who this "guy" could be.

Iida? Old news, pretty funny seeing you get rejected by him, though.

Shoji? He doesn’t really want to picture that interaction.

Kirishima? He’d be a dead man if he tried it.

Laying his head back against the plush fabric, he turned and looked at you. “Wha?” You asked, a small smile pressed on your lips as you tilted your head to the side.

“Who’s the guy?” He asked in curiosity, eyebrows lifted as he tried his hardest not to look as if he really wanted to know the answer. Even though he really does.

“You promise not to get upset?” You said softly. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched the overdramatic blonde roll his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“I swear... if it’s shitty-hair–“

“Nope.”

Katsuki gave you a look before sighing in defeat. “Alright, lay it on me.” Taking in a deep breath, you covered your eyes and cowered to the side. Slowly lifting your finger (for dramatic effect) towards him.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he looked at your quivering finger (also for dramatic effect). “Me?” He said, disbelief etched through his tone as he grumbled out the word. Humming in response, the blonde was taken aback.

“I’m… the wuss?” He also said in disbelief. Uncovering your eyes, you slammed your hands on the couch. “Yes! You are!” You argued with a smile.

“And don’t even try and tell me that you don’t have feelings for me; 'shitty-hair' already told me everything.”

A light blush dusted against his cheeks as he cursed under his breath. “I’m gonna kill him,” he growled under his breath.

“So why didn’t you do it, hm?” You hummed. The blonde looked at you for a moment before sitting up in his seat; oh, he meant business.

“Because why should a stupid clock tell me what to do?” He argued. You looked up, pretending to be in deep thought. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe because it’s tradition?” You said it as a matter-of-factly.

“Fuck tradition.”

“Oh, you’re such a wuss,” you teased. Katsuki’s eyes snapped towards you, and he gave you a frown. “Shut it!” He yelled out loud.

“Make me.”

Katsuki didn’t need to be asked twice; taking his feet off the table, he launched himself towards you. Tightly gripping your waist, he smashed his lips against yours. The force of the kiss toppled you over.

Once a harsh kiss, it turned soft as his hands began to gently caress your sides.

Once sour, now sweet.

Pulling away from your lips gently, you blinked open your eyes and met Katsuki’s deep amber eyes. “Am I a wuss now?” He said with a mischievous smirk. You let out a chuckle before raising your hands to caress his face.

“You’re a shit kisser.”

“Bet you liked it though.”

“...I did.”

➜ TENYA IIDA ミ★ gn! reader

As the clock ticks with not much time on his hands, you were no where to be found.

Will his plans go correct?

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" Iida asked, a twinge of anxiety laced in his tone as his eyes quickly scanned the common room of class 1-A.

"Um, have you tried outside? Denki and a couple of others are out lighting sparklers," said Ojiro. Iida rushed past the blonde without another word as he stormed outside.

Looking around, he only saw Denki, Hakagure, and Kirishima trying to light 10 sparklers at once… using Denki’s mouth.

"Please! Take that out of your mouth!" Iida grumbled sternly. He watched the trio scurry off before hurrying back into the dorms. Standing in the middle of all the celebratory ruckus, Iida placed his hands on his hips.

"Shit."

Iida quietly cursed under his breath as he nervously pushed up his glasses. Iida had a strict plan to conquer, and it seemed as if everything was falling apart.

You see, Iida had a step-by-step plan to win you over today. Starting with being at your side the whole party, he wanted to talk to you and do the many activities he planned so that he could swoon you over.

Next, he was going to lay it out on you. Express everything he was feeling. Through a heartfelt letter, of course. You'd be weak in the knees by then, right?

Finally, he'd corner you in, possibly leading you behind everyone and kissing you right then and there.

The new year would be perfect.

But it’s 8 minutes until countdown, and you’re nowhere in sight. How will he go through with his plan if the main attraction is nowhere to be seen?

Storming into the elevators, he goes floor by floor.

First, second, third… nothing.

Stopping at the third-floor terrace, he let out an irritated groan. Checking his wrist for the time, he sighed.

“3 minutes until countdown…”

Resting his arms against the terrace, he placed his hand against his forehead. Shaking his head in defeat, the raven-haired man sat up and began to head back down to the common room.

Sniffle, sob, snort.

Iida’s brows lifted as he heard the faint noises. Someone is crying? Walking back over to the terrace, he leaned forward, trying his hardest to listen in on the faint sobs.

“Woah!”

Eyes going wide, it seemed as if Iida’s hand slipped from the railing. This is what happens when you’re a nosy class president. Flipping over the edge, Iida quickly held grasp of the second-floor railing before he could slip any further.

Activating his quirk, Iida safely landed on his feet at the second-floor terrace. Dusting himself off, he looked up and suddenly put on a frown.

“Y/n?”

He watched you, all teary-eyed and pout-lipped. Your eyes wide and bloodshot, shaking a little from the scene that just took place.

“I-Iida? What the hell just happened?” You whimpered. Walking past him, you placed your hand on the railing and shook it, making sure that it wasn’t loose, but to your suspicion, it wasn’t.

“I was up there on the third floor and I heard you… I didn’t know it was you– I’m trying to say that I was trying to find where the noise was coming from! Not trying to be nosy– which I’m not, by the way–“

“Iida,” you mumbled. “It’s all good, I’m fine.” You tried your best to smile, but you couldn’t. Iida looked at you with a frown, walking towards you; he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, you’re obviously not, Y/n,” he said sternly. Biting your lip, you began to sob out once more.

“It’s just… seeing everyone down there having a good time celebrating…” you trailed off with a sniffle. “You guys are so excited for the new year and I’m not.” You emphasized with a strained chuckle.

Hanging your head low, you confessed. “I don’t think I’ll stay here next semester.”

Within those small moments, you uttered those words, it felt as if Iida’s world was crashing down. His mouth was slightly agape at your words, dragging his hand from your shoulder to the side of your arm, he speaks.

“What? Why would you leave?” He asked.

“Because!” You yelled out, exasperated.

“I just don’t think I’m strong enough for this. My quirk is shitty. I’m lacking behind the rest of the class; everyone seems as if they’re improving by the second, and I’m just here being left behind—I’m not as special as everyone says–“

“What?” Iida interrupted, in utter disbelief.

Blinking up at him, your mouth was slightly agape as you looked at him. He actually looked angry.

“Not as special? Do you hear yourself when you speak?” He lets out a dry chuckle. Looking down at the floor, you spoke, “Listen… everything that I’m saying is true—“

“Bullshit.”

Eyes snapping wide, you cover your mouth as you watch Iida curse. “Everything that you’re saying isn’t the truth. And I’d know that!” He shouts passionately.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this! You’re so perfect, and you’re saying this? Y/n, do you know how much I look up to you?” He says, a deep frown pressed on his lips as he looked deep within your eyes.

Shaking your head, he lets out a scoff.

“Everyday I look at you and wonder why you’re so perfect. From the way you smile, to the way you treat others, and how you work harder than anyone else I’ve seen… you’re so perfect, and you don’t even know it.”

A singular tear slides down your cheek as you look at him in disbelief. “Iida… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.”

Damn, that was supposed to come out more poetic.

“A-and you can’t leave! Because if you leave, my world crashes down and I’ll have no one to look up to. No one to yearn for, and no one to truly love and appreciate.” Iida spoke softly, hands going stiff as he snaked his hands around your waist.

“I’m not saying that you should stay for me; stay for your future. Because it’s gonna be great, and you’d be an amazing hero.”

Iida’s eyes trace along your face, taking in every detail. Each tear, each twinkle of your eyes, the quiver of your lips. Slowly placing his hand against your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Iida–“

beep, beep, beep!

beep, beep, beep!

The both of you jolt at the sudden loud noise. Iida’s eyes trace over at his watch, watching as the clock strikes 12. Signaling in the new year.

Without even thinking, Iida slowly leans in and presses a soft kiss on your lips. Leaning into the kiss, you trace your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

Slightly pulling away, Iida places small pecks against your cheeks before looking into your eyes. The both of you let out a small chuckle before leaning back into each other’s arms.

After all the thoughts that have raced in your head today. You didn’t think you’d enter into the new year kissing Iida, that’s for sure.

EJIRO KIRISHIMA 🜸 fem! reader

He’s less confident, more fidgety than usual. And it’s gonna take a lot for him to finally confess to you.

Luckily, Bakugo can help!

"Hey guys!"

The room erupted with cheerful greetings and laughter, but Kirishima couldn't say a word as he watched you walk towards him.

And damn, you looked good.

"Whoa, what's with the new look?" said Denki. You played with your hair in response before speaking. "I don't wanna be cheesy, but new year, new me!" you exclaimed.

"Failed," Bakugo deadpanned.

Smacking your lips, you rolled your eyes before looking at the redhead. "Look Kiri, we're matching!" you exclaimed as you pointed at your head. It was true; both of you were matching.

Bright red hair caressed your face and perfectly matched with your features. Kirishima thought he was looking at an angel. One thing he knows: what's sexier than the color red?

Kirishima looked at you with no words, and usually, he can't stop talking. Sitting there, you waited for his response, but it seemed he was giving you nothing.

"I think he's saying you're drop-dead gorgeous—"

"W-what!" Kirishima cuts off Denki's words, waving his hands defensively. "I didn't say that! I mean, you do look really nice— I'm not saying you're not gorgeous. I-I'm just saying I didn't say that—"

"It's okay Kiri, I understand." You gave him a small smile before waving to the group goodbye and walking away to see everyone else.

"Dude!," Denki snorted.

"You absolutely tanked that; how the hell are you supposed to kiss them if you can't even give them a cohesive compliment?" Sero laughs, which then leads to him and Denki throwing themselves into a fit of laughter.

"Guys!" Kirishima bashfully groans out, trying to distract himself with sorting out the sparklers. A present blush on his cheeks grows as he revels in the situation.

"Hey dunce-face," Bakugo speaks out. Kirishima looks up at the blonde, his face unreadable. "If you don't kiss her, I will." Bakugo places down the remaining sparklers before bumping his shoulder and walking away.

Kirishima watches as Bakugo walks towards you with a smirk. As you turned at him, you smiled and gave him a hug.

Pang.

Kirishima's chest tightens at the sight of his best friend seemingly making moves on his crush. And he knew especially how Kirishima felt about you.

"Kiri… you alright?" Speaks Sero, taking his hand out towards Kirishima's shoulder; he suddenly shoves it out of his grasp.

Kirishima's blood boiled as he watches both of you. Look at you, just canoodling in front of him with no remorse!

Snapping a cluster of sparklers in his hand, he slams his fist down and races over to both of you.

"Oh, shit…" Denki and Sero both say worriedly.

Kirishima walks over towards both of you. Cups in hand, he watched how your body was too close to Bakugo's for his own comfort. Chuckling at whatever Bakugo was saying. Your eyes look over at Kirishima, and you let out a frown.

"Kiri, are you okay?" You say softly. Bakugo then looks up at the redhead, unfazed. "Bakugo, dude, we need to talk," Kirishima says sternly. Bakugo looks at the redhead, observing his clenched fists and red ears; he lets out a dry chuckle before handing you his cup.

"I'm all ears." Bakugo walks behind Kirishima as he leads him into an empty hallway. Turning towards the blond, he erupts.

"What the hell, dude!" He shouts. "What are you doing? You know how much I like Y/n; how could you!" Kirishima says exasperated.

"And what makes you think you're the only one that likes them, eh?" He says with a smirk. His words take Kirishima aback.

Mouth agape, he stutters, "w-what?"

"You heard me. What makes you think it's just you? What if I told you I liked her longer than you've liked her? What if I told you I had the same exact plans you had for tonight?"

Kirishima listens to the blonde in disbelief.

"Dude, you can't do this…" Kirishima whimpers.

"All I'm saying is…" Bakugo steps closer to the redhead. "I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt. But I've grown impatient, and if you're too much of a pussy to make a move; I'm gonna step in and do what I should've done a long time ago."

Bakugo's words dripped with venom as he spoke to his friend. Kirishima blinks before frowning at the blonde.

"You think I'm too pussy?" Kirishima says with a devilish smirk. The blonde looks at him straight-faced, "you've proven my theory so far." Bakugo says, his voice is unwavering as he insults Kirishima.

"Watch me!" Kirishima growls before shoving the blonde away. As he entered back into the common room, the lights were off, and the strobe lights were on.

Each student laughing and having a good time as they began to welcome in the new year. But the only thing on Kirishima's mind was you.

You watched as the redheads eyes were dead-set onto you. You watched with a frown as he stormed up to you. "Kiri, what's wrong—"

"Y/n, I like you!" Kirishima confessed.

Eyes going wide, you became speechless at his words. Kirishima huffs out a breath before speaking again, "I've liked you ever since the entrance exam. I remember seeing you for the first time and thinking to myself—dude, she's so hot!"

"Of course, I never thought I could be your boyfriend though; I mean, I can't even compare! You are drop-dead gorgeous! You're even more than that; you're… you're like Aphrodite or something!—"

Smacking your drink down on a nearby table, you reach forward and grab ahold of the back of Kirishima's neck. With a tight grasp, you smash your lips against his.

Kirishima couldn't even register what was happening at the moment. He felt as if the world was slowing down; the loud noises surrounding him faded away.

Feeling the plushness of your lips and the sweetness of your tongue. Kirishima hums into your lips, tightly holding a grasp of your waist before deepening the kiss.

But in the distance, what Kirishima didn't notice, was his three friends snickering in the distance at the two of you.

"So… are you gonna tell him you were lying the whole time?" Sero quipped. Bakugo leans back into the wall with a sigh, "nah… I'm gonna let his ego have it."

"For now, at least."

For the rest of the night, things went without a hitch. As both of you were able to share a proper New Year's kiss directly at dawn.

➜ DENKI KAMINARI ☻︎ fem! reader

Unlike everyone else, you and Denki made it a mission to have good luck for the upcoming new year.

Especially luck in the romantic department…

(INFO: eating 12 grapes before the clock strikes 12:01 for the new years is a tradition that is supposed to bring in immense luck for the new year. Also, if you wear red underwear this gives you luck romantically for the new year!)

“How long are you gonna wash those grapes?”

“As long as I need to! This has to be perfect if you want this to work, Denki,” you said with a sigh.

“Whatever you say, Y/n…”

Denki watched intently as you relentlessly soaked the grapes over and over again, making sure each and every grape was spotless. With a mischievous grin, he spoke.

“Y’know, I heard you’ll get even better luck if you shove the grapes–“

“Gross!” You shout before letting him finish. Denki laughed before casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

“So, did you also put on red underwear?~” You said. Denki hummed before reaching into his pants and showing you the elastic band. Looking down, you let out a chuckle as you continued washing the grapes meticulously.

“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t—“

“No, don’t worry, I did! You just didn’t have to show me,” you continued to chuckle. Denki smiled before closing in on your personal space.

“And what about you? Gotta prove it too, don’t ya?” He said with a mischievous grin. You gave Denki a look, cheeks rising in heat at his flirtatious words.

Pushing him away softly, you cursed. “Forget it, and help me out, would ya?” You said irritated, trying to soak the big batch of grapes thoroughly.

Denki promptly rolled up his sleeves and began to assist you with the already clean grapes. “I swear, if I don’t get a boyfriend this year, I’m going to off myself,” you spoke.

“Same here, but the other way around?” Denki spoke, momentarily confusing both of you. This led to both of you sharing a hearty laugh. “I’m just saying that your boy is in desperate need of some c’est la vie.”

You looked over and looked at him flatly, “that’s… not even the right saying.” You chuckled before stopping in your tracks.

“I know, smartass.”

“Hey.”

Denki suddenly shut off the water with a quick motion. “I think they’re clean, let’s just set everything up already? The ball drops in 10 minutes!” He said excitedly.

“But—“

Denki shushed you with a quick motion by placing his finger against your mouth. Turning his back towards you, he started to take out plates and arrange them on the table.

You let out a defeated sigh before following his lead. Both of you began to set everything up, distributing plates of grapes to classmates before filling plates for yourselves.

You and Denki then huddled underneath the table with smiles shining bright from ear to ear. “Make way!” said Mina.

Before both of you knew it, several others began to huddle under the table as well. Bodies pressed up against each other, you and Denki were pressed against each other, chest to chest.

You never decided to look up at him, as the only thing separating both of you was now air and Ojiro’s tail…

As the countdown began, you settled the grapes in your lap, excitedly shouting down the final seconds to the new year.

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

Quickly, you and a multitude of others began to stuff the grapes in your mouth, hurriedly making sure the clock didn’t read 12:01. As you were eight grapes in, you looked over and saw Denki’s plate completely filled with grapes.

Looking at him, you frowned. “Why’re you not eating your grapes?” you muffled. Denki looked down with a smile, “you’re so cute with your mouth full like that.”

What.

You paused in your tracks, not even caring about beating the clock. As you chewed and swallowed, you noticed the light pink blush cascading over Denki’s freckled cheeks.

“What did you say?” you spoke.

“C’mere…” Denki mumbled softly as his hands neared your face. Gently taking you in, he pressed his lips against yours. Eyes rolling closed, your hands grew weak, and your plate of four grapes fell to the floor; all that cleaning for nothing, you guess…

Denki snaked his hands around your waist, traveling lower than expected as he deepened the kiss even more.

Thwack!

“Ah!” you shrieked, looking down you noticed Denki was holding out the elastic band of your red panties. Blushing at the sight, you tried your best to push him away, but you couldn’t.

“Wow, are you wearing a thong?” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Denki!”

HITOSHI SHINSOU ༄ gn! reader

You and Shinsou could really care less for the new year, it was just another day for the both of you.

So you decide that the both of you should be united in misery and spend the night together, and with his cat.

"Here, kitty…”

Whispering playful banter past your younger companion towards the dark grey furball, you watch as their green eyes glow in curiosity at the feathered toy you held in your hand. Wavering it up and down, you chuckled as the cat began to frantically claw at the feathered material.

“Hey, leave her alone; she pisses when she gets too excited,” Shinsou deadpanned. Pulling your lips into a thin, pressed line, you quickly retract the toy and throw it on top of his bed. You watched as the furball suddenly leaped into Shinsou’s lap; he lazily began to pet the cat with his hands and continued to scroll on his phone.

The both of you currently were sitting on the floor of his dorm, lazily watching whatever was on TV until the "hoopla" was over. You knew class 1-A was having a huge party, but you and Shinsou decided to stay behind. Enveloping yourself in the comfortable silence, your eyes grow droopy as the only noise you can hear was the distant noises of the TV playing old cartoon reruns and the obnoxious purring of Shinsou’s cat.

Letting out a deep sigh, you couldn’t deny it...

You were bored as hell.

Quickly turning over, you reach out towards the remote and start to continuously flip through channels until something actually brings you interest. From family game shows to corny reality TV, nothing to you could cure the hole in your chest that was filled to the brim with absolute boredom. Flipping through more channels, you suddenly find the news channels.

You know you didn’t really want to see it, but the ball drop was a guilty pleasure.

Placing a smirk on your lips, you watched the happy citizens of Japan celebrate the welcoming of the new year. You were actually enjoying yourself until you heard a deep sigh on the other end of your ear. Looking in the corner of your eye, you watch Shinsou roll his eyes. Placing his phone down, he watches the TV, his deepened eye bags only making him look even more miserable than he wished to express.

“You just had to turn this on, huh?” Shinsou says aggravated.

“Oh geez, live a little,” you complained as you turned the volume up.

“I’ll start living once you turn the damn TV down,” Shinsou suddenly snatches the remote from your weakened fingertips; letting out a gasp, you try to reach for it back but you couldn’t. Shinsou turns the volume down before tossing it back into your grasp. Cursing him under your breath, you sneakily turn the TV back up by a couple of points before stashing the remote under the bed.

Shinsou scoffs at your actions and continues watching the TV, looking as if he’s being held here against his will. Chuckling to yourself, your eyes suddenly spark up once you realize the ball was beginning to drop. “Look, they’re starting the countdown!” You excitedly pointed towards the screen; Shinsou lets out a dry chuckle at your childlike excitement.

“Ten…nine,” you whispered excitedly towards Shinsou. “Will you back off if I join?” He questioned; you hummed in response, continuing to count down the final seconds of the new year. Rolling his eyes, he begins to count down with you. The both of you begin to sound out the new year together, even though one of them, in reality, would really care less.

“Five, four, three, two, one!” You quietly shouted out happily. “Happy new year, Shinsou!” You chuckled, suddenly reaching over and embracing him into a quick hug before letting go and reaching down to give his cat the same amount of love. The purple-haired man shakes his head at your antics, stealthily reaching behind you and grabbing the remote; he quickly shuts the TV off.

“Wha—”

Shinsou stands from his seat and places the remote on top of the TV, which he knew you’d be too lazy to reach. “Happy New Year,” Shinsou says smugly. He looks down at you, a frown present against your lips as you continue to baby his cat. “What’s your issue, Shinsou?” You accused. Shinsou sits comfortably on his bed, ignoring you completely before scrolling back on his phone.

Scoffing, Shinsou feels the bed sink as your added weight becomes present. You look at him as he continues to give you no attention, smacking your lips; you snatch his phone away from his hands. Rising from the bed, you also place his phone on top of the TV. Which you also knew he was too lazy to reach for. He suddenly lets out a defeated sigh, letting his head fall before combing his fingers through his purple locks.

“If you’re gonna be an ass…you need an actual reason to be one,” you spat. Shinsou lets out a sigh before speaking, “I thought you said you didn’t care for the new year.”

“I mean, I do and I don’t; it’s still a celebration of life. Who doesn’t like to celebrate?” You argued. “Well, you should’ve gone to 1-A’s party then; everyone is over there…” he trailed off.

“I didn’t want to go to that stupid party; it’s too loud. Plus, everyone already knows they don’t like each other…they’re just there for the free chips and dip,” you quipped. Shinsou chuckles at your words, “that’s true.”

“Plus, I kinda wanted to hang out with you anyways. You’re never around when we do parties, so I might as well see what you’re doing…” you mumbled. Shinsou frowned at your words, “so that’s why you’re here? To throw me a pity party?”

“No, not at all!” You defended.

“I came here because I wanted to hang out with you! But it would also be nice if you told me why you don’t hang out with any of us during the class celebrations” you asked curiously. Shinsou leans against the headboard of his and breathes in for a moment, letting out his breath he begins to speak. “Because I just think they’re dumb. When you have a father who basically has lived every single day of his life, it’s just another day with different decorations.”

“Especially New Years?”

“Especially”

“I mean, everyone huddles in a room making empty promises to themselves and stuff their greedy mouths with grapes! And don’t get me started on the kissing—“

“You sound do miserable, Shinsou” you added in. Shinsou was slightly taken aback by your words “No, I sound realistic.”

“Right, realistically miserable.”

“What this sounds like to me is… you’re mad you have no one to kiss this year” you equate with a smirk. Shinsou’s eyebrows lifted at the accusation, “huh?” You let out a chuckle before moving closer towards the miserable purpled haired guy. “It just makes sense, you’re just mad because you don’t have no one to kiss,” you giggled.

Moving even closer to him, Shinsou uncharacteristically reaches out for you. Taking you by the waist, he pushes you against him, holding you in place as you straddle his lap. "And why would ya' think that?"

“Well… You walk around here thinking you’re all high and mighty, but in reality, you’re just tense—backed up,” you mumbled.

As you and Shinsuo's eyelids began to fall, the gap between you started to close. “You could be right…” Shinsuo sinfully admits; this makes you let out a laugh.

Widening the distance between the both of you throws him off guard, his grip on your waist still held tight as he wasn’t going to let go of this opportunity to kiss you of all people.

“So, you’ll let me?” You say innocently, slightly tilting your head. A blush began to form against Shinsuo’s cheeks, but his bashfulness wasn’t going to stop him from being a flirty piece of shit.

“Do what? You gotta use your words,” he spoke softly, teasing you by caressing the sides of your waist. Warmth begins to rush towards your cheeks before continuing.

“Kiss you.”

Shinsuo brings you close again, “hell yeah.”

Closing the distance between the two of you, your lips softly press against each other feverishly.

Maybe, just maybe, Shinsuo might celebrate the next holiday…whenever that is.

HELLO THERE!! Happy new year to all of you! To celebrate I decided to do some headcanons since I haven’t don’t any in so long. Please comment down below and give me feedback of any kind.

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

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[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst - Y/N Information

Amethyst is a variety of quartz that is typically purple in color, its known for its beautiful and calming color, and it is also believed to have spiritual and healing properties.

Read About your personal Info for my "My Hero Academia Fanfiction: Amethyst"

Personal Info / Appearance:

Name: Y/N Todoroki Gender: Female Age: 17 Birthday: Y/B Haircolor: Natural Ombrè (White Top and Red in the lengths) Eye Color: e/c SkinTone: s/t

Height: y/h (the boys are all taller in my mind) Weight: y/w

BloodType: O

General Information:

Occupation: No. 3 Pro-Hero Hero Name: Amethyst

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Occupation: UA Student Class 1-A

Close Friends: Hawks, Denki, Kirishima

Speed: 5/5 Power: 5/5 Intelligence: 4/5 Coordination: 5/5 Cooperation: 2/5

Personality

Y/N is an extroverted individual who is independent and known for her straightforwardness, which can sometimes come across as cold and unemotional. She is Calm and composed, yet brutal in combat. It's not easy to break down her mental barriers, as she doesn't trust others easily. However, she is always there for people in need, especially for those closest to her, for whom she would do anything. Secretly a softie.

Quirk:

Quirk Name: Ice Flames (Purpleflames)

Explanation: Y/N possesses the extraordinary power to unleash icy lilac flames from her hands, with the ability to control the speed at which these flames freeze. She can also change the flames from a gaseous state, to liquid or solid. When she freezes something, the resulting ice resembles glistening amethyst crystals.

Y/N can also use Cyrokinesis; She's able to control and manipulate existing Ice or Snow.

Drawbacks:

1. If Y/N's flames remain in a gaseous state for too long, it drains her immense power, often causing her to lose consciousness. Her hands suffer greatly from the cold of her flames, sometimes leaving her unable to feel them for hours or even days.

2. Overheating: Although her flames are cold/frozen, her body temperature can rise if she uses her power for too long or too intensely.

History:

Y/N is the daughter of Rei Todoroki and Enji Todoroki, also known as Endeavor. Following the passing of her older brother Toya, Enji devoted himself to training both her and her younger brother Shoto to become future Pro-Heroes. Unlike Shoto, Y/N did not resist; secretly, she dreamed of fulfilling her deceased brother's dream and becoming a Pro-Hero. Since the incident involving Toya, she has had a strained relationship with her family, especially with Shoto, with whom she was once closest. At the age of 14, Y/N rushed to the aid of Pro-Heroes and assisted in battle, prompting Endeavor to intensify her training. In a remarkably short time, she obtained her Hero license and has since been acknowledged as the youngest Pro-Hero.

She is extremely popular in the Hero world, but due to her rapid rise, she had little contact with people her age and had no semblance of a normal childhood. Three years later, under public pressure, Y/N is now expected to attend UA to receive proper training to become a true superhero.

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Klick here for: Amethyst. - Masterlist

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This is how I imagine Y/N Todoroki:

[real-hot-grl-shi]

Why is there so many damn smut fics of kirishima BRO HE WOULD NOT PUT YOU IN A MATING PRESS HE WOULD WATCH MOVIES AND PLAY GAMES WITH YOU.

MY POOR BABY 😭😭😭😭

ALSO ONE MORE THING THIS NGA ISNT A PUPPY. HES A DOBERMAN.

I just want a cute fluff fic of how he slowly falls in love with a girl in the support course and sometimes skips class to hang out with her (totally not targeted to my oc)

GUYS COME ON

[queenpiranhadon]

Number one rule with you? Don't be underestimated.

Ever since you were a child, growing up in your village, everyone knew not to treat you like the ditzy girl society tended to paint all women at the time.

To them, they were all the same - just means to an end, raise them well enough, provide a sufficient dowry and get them married off somewhere else where they have more children, and repeat the process.

But with you, it was different.

For starters, there was no one to 'raise you well enough' because you parents had died when you were young. To be fair, you didn't really care, because contrary to popular belief, you were the sweetest girl anyone has ever laid their eyes on.

No one was sure how - considering you never grew up with anyone to each you these morals - your kindness seemed straight out of a Cinderella story, a girl who had nothing but gave everything.

However, you didn't truly have nothing, no.

You had Ejirou.

A charming boy, only a year older than you, and have befriended you when you were only four and he was five.

It was raining, and you were cold. And so, so tired.

You were too exhausted to move, stopping your tumultuous trek to the alley where you normally slept and instead sat down next to some building, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. And then he came along.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Wh...huh?"

Contrary to what you'd always thought happened in those born in a life where money wasn't an issue, there were other problems that arose.

For one, Ejirou's parents were in a loveless marriage. Mr. Kirishima would always come home angry, yelling profanities that you didn't know but you always flinched when he did, Ejirou's hands coming to cover your ears as if to shield you from the harsh words.

Though, thankfully, the wasn't home much, to the point where he didn't realize you were living in his house until you were probably 12 years old.

Mrs. Kirishima on the other hand, was kind, making sure that you and her son were always fed - but when she wasn't busy taking care of the two of you, she was off spending time with a woman out in the village when her husband was away. Though it was never confirmed, you always suspecting their relationship was romantic.

However, you never got the opportunity to confirm.

Because they came.

Pirates.

Men of the sea, known to make their life on the waters, and earn a living by kidnapping and raiding villages while sleeping around and drinking rum.

It was a filthy life, they always told you. In the stories they spoke of dirty men who would come to snatch you up in your sleep, with crooked teeth, missing limbs and rusted cutlasses.

Never would you have ever thought those stories would become a reality.

The day they came, you awoke in the middle of the night, Ejirou urgently shaking you awake in a panic.

"Get up, get up! I can't find Mum and Father isn't home...we need to leave, quick!"

Out of all the years you've known Ejirou, he's never sounded so...scared.

Immediately, you bolt out of the room with him, and out the back door, eyes widen in horror as you witness the village ablaze all around you.

"C'mon, we can't stay here....we need to keep goi-mmph!"

Suddenly, Ejirou's wrist in yanked away from you and before you and turn to him, a large hand covers over your mouth.

And then, everything goes black.

A/N: Should I do a part two? I probably will - since this is really only an exposition for what I plan on writing heheh

[nishiyako]

Behind the Scenes (NSFW)

Paring : PornStar!Kirishima x PornStar!Reader

Tags : Blowjobs, Fingering, Doggy, Manhandling, Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Cameras, Size difference, Strangers w Benifits, Formal wear, slight masturbation at the end.

Summary : Your porn agency has paired you with an interesting individual. Ejiro towered over you, and he handled you so good that your professionalism was starting to shatter in ways you never thought could happen.

Your agency was doing a collab with another, though it was an underground business, the pay was good, great even. When you talk about agency people think you're some hero, but no. In reality, you work in a porn agency.

The directors were talking as cameras were being set up in the dummy bedroom, while that was happening you were snacking on some of they food gave out while on your phone, "I love that dress, a shame I have to rip it off of you." You heard a voice behind you say, you jolted up to turn around. You swear you had to look up just to see his face.

"I'm Ejiro, your co-star." he talked to you, looking down. you were already small and pretty petite, it was your main selling point. It was like your manager forgot about your size when picking your partner.

"fuck you're huge" you muttered, you saw him crack a smile and let out a small laugh. You chatted while things were still getting set up, you couldn't help but stare at his body under that tight white T-shirt he was wearing, it highlighted every muscle just right, and that buldge in his jeans while he wasn't even hard.

It was time to start filming as all the equipment was ready, "goodluck to us," he said, "Yeah, show me something good while we're there, okay?" You said smirking, a smile formed on his face as he walked away to a separate room to get ready.

The scene was you two were a couple who were about to have a passionate session, but of course, it was all fake, lubes and oiles were gonna be used to make everything look better.

You had your own screen time as the cameras panned up your legs, tracing the slit in your dress, it panned over your almost exposed cleavage and perfectly curled hair and done makeup, you shot the camera a feirce look, at the corner of your eye you saw a guy with a clipboard talking with Ejiro.

You looked down to see his cock alredy hard as a rock, it was huge, biggest one you've worked with, he was only wearing black boxers so you could see it clearly. I guess that's why he was casted. But its fine, you're gonna handle it like a professional, probably not even gonna feel that good. After a few shots it was time for him to enter frame, it started with him behind you, touching your shoulders, down to your waist, then to your hips, you were alredy getting turned on by the feeling of his hands running down your body.

He then stopped as the director spoke to you. The scene was he's gonna rip the dress off of you, so he was serious...

He positioned himself to get easier access to the fabric, as the camera started rolling, he ripped it down the middle with ease, he tore the tight peice of fabric so quick it made you gasp, "That gasp was great" Ejiro whispered in your ear when the camera stoped, "No, that was a genuine reaction." You said laughing.

You were left only in heels as Ejiro was instructed to remove his under wear, he sprang out immediately.

You were then on all fours as Ejiro was on his knees. The first shot would be you just sucking his dick, or at least trying. You jerked him off with your hands that couldn't even cover the whole thing, you he then pushed your head towards him, you opened your mouth to let him in.

Your left hand stroked him as you did your best to deep-throat him, your gags and whimpering were caught on the mic as saliva started to run down your chin, if he was this big you couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

After that, you had to do a shot of him fingering you, his hands were defenetly big, big enough for him to make you look like a doll as he held you. you sat, leaning against his toned chest. Ejiros' hands reached around you as he spread your legs in front of the camera. He dipped both fingers in immediately, causing you to let out another cute gasp.

He curled them again and again hitting that spot perfectly on rhythm causing you to squirm and moan for the camera, you wrapped your arms around his neck exposing your chest to the camera, one hand fucked you mercilessly as the other one played with your cute tits, you didn't want to admit it but he was great with his hands.

Fainaly, he was gonna dick you down. it sucks to film these since you have to do multiple positions before cumming, most leaving you hanging. You were face down-ass up but face high enough to be seen, the cameras started rolling as he slipped into you so seamlessly.

He started to pound you so early as you moand loud, you didn't even had to fake anything as he was stretching you out so good. Fuck, you weren't even acting anymore, you we're just getting dicked down. Your eyes started rolling back into your head as you rocked back and fourth, your back was arched enough so the camera could see the flesh bounce with every thrust.

"Cut! Good one, guys, " the director yelled, "God danm it. " You whined as Ejiro stoped, everyone in the studio laughed, but you were being dead serious.

You then laid on your back as you spread your legs. Was the shoot gonna be this short? You guys worked so well with each other, perfectly contrasting each other on camera, you barely had to do any Re-takes. You only had to once since you accidentally moaned his real name. When you did, you felt him throb inside you. You had no idea how much that turned him on.

As you laid on your back, he put one of your legs on his shoulder as one of your legs hanged off the side of the bed for a perfect camera angle, he slipped in you before the camera started rolling. as soon as he was fully in, there was an obvious bump in your belly. Everyone loved it. It looked perfect. You hated it, the ecstasy for his cock was nothing you've felt with other actors, he said he started a couple of months ago but he was a natural.

The lights shined on you as they took the last shots for the day, he started slow and steady for you to get used to it and for them to film that buldge, it was so big it looked fake.

The speed started started to quicken as you started to bounce on his cock, he was almost up right, staring at you as you made the cutest noises and faces, if he could only have you for himself after this, without the cameras and lights, if he didn't have to make it look nice he thought about how he'd manhandle you, forcing you into any position he wanted, fucking you mercilessly, making you feel how you've never felt before.

Maybe he will. he leaned down and slipped his hands under you, he then picked you up and fucked you just like that, you looked into his eyes and acted like you loved him, the cameras were loving it as the both of you started a sloppy make-out session.

God he was good, so fucking good, one of the bests, probably even is. He was big, gentle and knew what he was doing. You had to have him after this or you'd go crazy.

He kept pounding you, you started to feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you threw your head back, cameras caught every expression and every sound you made. You screamed in pleasure as he kept fucking you senseless, fuck if you could just cling to him you would.

You couldn't take it, and he couldn't either. You were so fucking cute, so perfect for him. He had no idea how long it's been since you've been fucked this good, he wanted to please you in every way possible and capture it on camera so he could remind you how much of a good fuck you are.

He was stealing every single thought, turning your brain useless. finally the knot snapped and your body trembled, he came as you clenched around his cock, your moans were basicly screams yet music to his ears, you caught your breath when the cameras stopped.

"You're one hell of an actor," he praised, "I wasn't acting." You said. His cheeks turned red, you looked at him, hair messy and make-up smudged. "Look what you do to me." You said before giving him one last kiss. he layed you down as he pulled out so the cameras could catch the massive creampie he gave you. Even if he was off set, he couldn't stop staring at you. God, you were perfect.

After the shoot you fainaly took off the heels you wore the whole shoot and wore some normal clothes as you talked to your manager, he praised you for your performance and maybe you could work with Ejiro again another day, you looked around the set to find Ejiro wasn't on the set anymore, you guessed he left early.

Later that night, Ejiro couldn't stop thinking about you, how you fit him in so perfectly, how small you were compared to him, those sweet noises you made while he pounded you. He asked one of the editors for the rough draft, he downloaded the video and stroked himself to it, reliving the best minutes of his life, looking forward to working with you again.

[sweetnans]

𝖺/𝗇: 𝖧𝖾𝗒! 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽! 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀! @𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 ♡︎

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖯𝗋𝗈 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖯𝗋𝗈 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗍𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇, 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗇𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖨𝖣.

Desk work wasn't your favorite, but at least you weren't in the streets in a cold night of winter. The snow was falling from the sky, and the heater on your feet was on. You were in paradise while tapping the keys on your keyboard, filling up your reports.

"A word?"

The sight of your boss always made you flinch a little, and the fact that she was always so stiff about everything didn't make it any better.

"Sure," you stood up from your seat, and she motioned that you should stay sit. Oh, oh, that wasn't a good sign at all.

"It's about your duty as a hero, and I'm not talking about in the streets." Oh shit, you could see it coming. "It's about social events"

The invitation for the masquerade dance arrived at your desk in between the last week mail. You tucked in the end of the drawer, and it was still there. Better there than in the trash like the invitation for the ball last year, right?

"I want you to go and have fun," she said, not even showing her smile. She was practically forcing you to go and enjoy.

"I already took a shift from one of the girls' upstairs," she denied with her head. "What?"

"I'll send her away for a mission so you are free to go, and I mean it, I'll ask everyone if you are there, don't forget I have eyes on everything" lame joke since her quirk was multiple eyes.

"Fine"

There was no happy ending in arguing with your boss. She had the power to fire you so you just bite your tongue and reprimanded a scream.

"This is too tight," you said out of air when your cousin tugged the strings on the back of your dress.

"You don't want it to fall off from your boobs right?" She squeezed you again.

"This isn't going to work. I can't worry about my boobs and not dying suffocated. " You tried to sit down on your bed but the dress didn't allow it.

The next day, you ran around the city looking for the right dress. If they were making you go , at least you would be comfortable while going.

You found the perfect dress around noon. It was a satin pale blue dress that highlighted your figure and your factions pretty well.

The perfect shoes were easier to find. You mastered high heels on your college days, so you picked up a pair of heels that gave more than a few inches to your height.

You almost hated how much time you were spending on just one night in an event you didn't wanna go in the first place, and you clearly hated how much you were liking it.

The make-up was a tough one because it would be hidden by a mask, but you still wanted to show up a nice eyeshadow and a nice wing in the corner of your eyes. You didn't have many opportunities to wear make up so you would obviously stick to this one to make you feel like a goddess.

The night came quickly. You were sitting in your car with your dress and shoes in the trunk. The heroes were arriving one by one, posing for pictures without their masks and acting like stars. You felt out of place. Yes, you were one of them, a pro hero after all, but you weren't in the spotlight so often. In fact, you surely appeared in the background, and you were more than glad of that.

The time had come. You grabbed your dress and sneaked through the back door to get in the ladies' bathroom to put your dress on. Once you were all set, you made your way out like you weren't acting like a rat just a moment ago. You were acting, pretending to mesh with them.

You spotted a large group of heroes talking lively. Pro-hero Deku was laughing at something Uravity had said, and Ingenium was trying to shut Deku up. By their side was also Dynamight with a look on his face that said something like: come near and I'll bite you. Next to him was Cellophane and Chargerbolt sipping their liquor, pretending to be sommeliers, Pinky flicked their heads to snapped them out. They were quite recognizable even with their masquerades on.

One of the men of the Heroe Comission talked for a while when everyone took their seats. He made a toast for the heroes that were in the event and other for the ones that were working outside putting an eye on the city. He also made a few announcements that remained unimportant to you because your boss was the one that should've taken notes of this, not you. She told you to go to have fun not to be her assistant.

You drank a few glasses of wine when the heroes started to recognize themselves and talk, ignoring the mask. You talked to the heroes who recognized you as well. They didn't hide the fact that they were surprised to see you there, and you just shrugged it off like it was nothing. You came to realize that you were such a snob.

You sat by some heroes who were all chatty and fun. You laughed a lot, and you were actually having a great time.

The alcohol through your veins made its way to your bladder, and you had to excuse yourself from the heroes to make a quick stop to the services. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a while, wondering why you were so afraid to come out of your shell? People liked you, but sometimes it was you, the one putting a wall in between having fun and being scared for not being enough.

Maybe it was the booze in your system talking but you had enough. You were going to have a great time.

Stumbling through the shadows, you went out feeling as confident as you should. You were feeling pretty, wearing high heels and an amazing dress that stood out in comparison to other dresses from the party.

Walking like you owned the place, one leg after the other, somehow, you crossed your feet, twisting your ankle, and stumbled right against a broad chest.

"Shit," the other person said, catching you taking your elbow firmly. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't see you coming"

The man in front of you had a worried face on like he was actually losing it because of the act provoked by your clumsy feet.

"There's no need to be sorry," you shook your head. "It was totally my fault I- ouch, fuck!"

You tried to regain your composure, but the stinging pain in your ankle made it impossible. The red-haired man alerts jumped, taking both of your elbows in his two hands steadying you.

"It seems like you hurt yourself, let me take a look"

His wide and perfect smile made you week on the knees, and without any excuses, you followed him to the nearest table.

He helped you to take your seat and carefully took you right leg and left it on the chair next to you.

"It doesn't seem swollen" he took a close peak, moving it from left to right slowly. "Does it hurt when I do this?"

You were stunned. Speechless.

In the dark of the hallway between the main party and the bathroom, you didn't have the chance to look at him properly, aside from his red hair and his enormous muscles and figure you were more than perplexed to see that he had the most beautiful eyes that you've ever seen.

He found you looking at him like your world had just stopped, and the feeling inside his chest was the purest thing that he ever felt. It was something hard to explain, like he suddenly was in the right place.

"You know, the best way to prove that it's not a serious injury is a dance... Would you give me the honor?"

He extended his hand to you, and mechanically, you accepted, like the mini you's in the commander center of your brain were running and screaming because of the interaction.

You couldn't believe what was happening and didn't find the words either to address the man in front of you while he was leading you to the middle of the dance floor.

You cursed yourself because of your lack of words. He was acting so confident, and you were so mesmerized by his presence that you were actually believing that you were making a fool of yourself.

Even with the masquerade, you recognized his soft voice and warm smile in an instant. Red riot, the kind heroe was taking you for a dance and you were absolutely shitting yourself.

You weren't a fan of him, but only his work. You've seen the man posing on magazines even shirtless and even though it wasn't a lie that he was handsome as hell you knew deep down that you would never stood a chance with him, not because you weren't pretty, but for your lines of work never have crossed in the past nor the present.

He tugged your hand in his and grabbed you by your waist swaying both of your bodies at the rhythm of the music.

The dim lights and the slow music were perfect. A ray of pink going out from the reflectors landed on his face and his glistening eyes were watching yours behind your mask.

"Have I seen you before? I would remember. " his voice had a hint of curiosity.

"Our paths haven't been crossed," you reassured him.

"Mmhm, that's what I thought, I would definitely remember those beautiful eyes," he added nonchalantly.

The colors rose to your cheeks, and just because the reflectors' lights were warm enough, the intense red on your face was unnoticed.

"Are you having fun?" You asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Right now?" He quirked his brow, smiling at you. "Of course, this is the cherry of my night, you?"

You could feel the thing in your stomach doind cartwheels going insane because of the man in front of you.

"I never have attended this kind of event before. This is my first time, actually," you shrugged.

"Well, I hope you think I'm doing a good job over here. This is my first time dancing slow with a pretty girl"

You were about to die. And he noticed because a subtle smirk appeared on the corner of his lips.

"You are acting so casual about it that I'm actually believing this is your first time," you tried to joke your way out of a constant embarrassment.

"I'm a hundred percent serious. Who else are you going to believe aside from a hero?"

You laughed a little because of the seriousness of his voice.

"Yeah you are right"

You two danced what I seemed like an eternity but in reality were two slow songs before an electronic one started to sound through the speakers. The magic was slightly wearing off. Beside you, people were jumping and screaming to talk to their friends while the two of you looked at eachothers ignoring the world around you.

You were about to say something, anything. And he had the same impulse, too. But the obnoxious sound of your phone startled you, taking you back to the present, dissipating the haze of warm moment shared between Red Riot and you.

"Sorry, I have to take this," you excused yourself leaving him behind to find a spot more quiet.

It was your boss saying that she needed backup immediately for a mission that failed.

At first, before the party started, you were hesitant on showing up, but now, after bumping into the softest boy of all, you were regretting your duty.

When you tried to find him, he was nowhere to be seen. You didn't have time to hang around because your boss was counting on you.

Your chance with him was vanishing in front of your eyes.

You made your way out of the party without looking back and leaving all the pretty moments and his perfect smile behind.

...

Kirishima kept looking for you five minutes after you left. He asked everyone if they had seen you. A man told him that he saw a girl leaving the party and that she looked like she was in a hurry. He connected the sudden call with that and ran to the entrance.

He saw your shadow behind the pilot window while you maneuvered the steering wheel turning to the left and leaving in your car.

His chest was rising up and down because of the sprint he took to get there in seconds. He had lost you, and you didn't even tell him your name.

He took a step just because he wanted to see if he could catch the number of your car's plate when the cracking sound of him stepping into something and actually breaking it draw his attention.

It was an ID and not an odd one. It was a hero ID. He had his own tucked inside of his tux. He kneeled to grab it without any expectations. There must be at least a thousand heroes inside of the party he never thought that the one clue you left behind about yourself it was actually on his hands.

The following days, he did nothing but look out for you. You were in the records his best friend Bakugo provided for him to find you, and as you said before, the lines of your work never crossed with his.

You two worked in different districts of the city, so there was a low chance of you meeting again by casualty.

He needed to take the matter in his hands.

He laid at night looking at his ceiling, thinking of you. He could still feel your waist in the pads of his fingers and in the skin of his hand. He was mesmerizing by the soft touch of your hand next to his. He could definitely feel the hearts floating beside his head.

The feeling inside of his heart was way bigger than nothing he ever felt. The tingling in the pit of his stomach and the heat that he felt on top of his chest was unbelievable for anyone but him because he recalled your eyes and your smile, and everything made sense to him.

The encounter was happening. He had to make sure of that. He had a cheeky personality, and the thought of sliding in your DM's seemed poor for him. He wanted the complete show, flowers, chocolates and an invitation for coffee kind of thing.

He had the perfect excuse to go to your agency on his day off. He needed to hand you your ID and make sure you were fine, and then he would casually give you a flower and buy you a chocolate for the way back to your home when he would drop you and take his chance to ask you out again.

In his mind, it was perfect.

"Where the fuck is it????"

He could hear your voice from the hallway and the noise that followed. There were books falling off from the table kind of noise, drawers opening and closing abruptly, and the irritated grunt that left your lips when he approached the door.

"Bad time?" He said after knocking on your open door.

The look on your face was priceless. You were on the floor with your legs beside books, paperwork, pencils and your trash can that was empty because all the trash was scattered on the floor.

"Red riot?" You asked and stood up carefully, not stepping on anything important.

"Yeah, I thought I might drop by to say hi." he crossed his arms on top of his chest.

You smoothed out the folds of your tube skirt and cleared your throat subtly. This was the worst-case scenario of him dropping by.

You thought of him for days after the ball. You felt exactly the same as him but got rid of the feeling because there were slim to no chances of you and him together again.

But there was him. In front of you looking so handsome and shedding the most unique scent on your office.

"Hi," you said back, and he smirked, reaching something in the back pocket of his black baggy jeans.

"Is this what are you looking for?"

He lifted your hero ID in between his index and middle finger and you could definitely swore that your world stopped for a second.

You were eager to find the ID because the procedure to have one back again was lame but now that he was holding it like it was gold, he seemed like your personal knight in shinning armour.

"How- why? How? I-" you stuttered, jumping towards him, leaving the mess of your office behind.

"I think you dropped it when you left the masquerade ball, I just was lucky enough to find it," he shrugged, handing the ID card to you.

How did he find it? Was it mere coincidence? Why was he here then? Obviously, to return it, but he could've just handed it to one of the organizers.

"Thanks, you don't know how you just saved me." You took the ID back from his hand, brushing his fingers in the way.

"Oh I have an idea" he smirked glancing the disaster in your back.

"I- let me thank you properly...how if -" you started, but he shook his head, denying it. You shit your mouth instantly and regretting even thinking about the possibility of him accepting whatever you were about to propose.

"That won't do because I thought first on taking you out. Let's rearrange this mess and then grab a coffee? That's the least you could do"

The sweetness in his voice melted all the insecurities you had over him. That day, over the clumsiness of you losing the most important artifact in your hero career, opened up a new world for you. A world between Kirishima and you.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

@queenpiranhadon @cashmoneyyysstuff @tootiecakes234 @starieq @seonne @lovelyiida @lady-ashfade @4evapika @angels-fantasy @2melamoo2 @vexis-world

[stinmybubs]

“Random Convos W/ K. Eijirou.”

AN: I LOVE KIRI SO MUCH!!! Also experimenting with colors for your part! Oh and new titles!

K. Eijirou x AFAB! Reader!

You waited patiently, scrolling thought Instagram and tik tok for what seemed like years.

Your boyfriend was currently out with friends, you wanted to surprise him in his dorm room but you didn’t expect him to be gone for so long.

“Y/n?” You heard the familiar voice of your spikey haired boyfriend, you immediately shoot out of his bed to cling onto him.

“You were gone for like 8 years!”

“I’m sorry baby, I was just out with friends and couldn’t really talk!”

“Well you were gone for 8 years and I hated it!”

“I’m sorry baby, I love you.”

“I love you too! But don’t be gone for 8, only for….30 seconds! No that’s too long…1 second!”

“Okay okay, you wanna shower with me and cuddle?”

“Of course Ei.”

“Ei so…does every part of your body get hard? Like even your….” Your pointer finger slowly drifting down to his crotch.

“Wh…what? Oh I’m…uh. Not sure I don’t really pay attention.” A tint of pink adorned his face, confused by the sudden question.

“Why?”

“Just curious. Would it kill me if you did use your quirk on me during sex?”

“Yes it would, I would tear up your insides.”

“Hot.”

“No y/n it’s not hot you would actually get your insides torn up.”

“So are you trying to turn me on or??”

“Y/n!”

“HAHA joking Ei!”

Ei refused to cuddle with you for like 3 seconds but ofc he couldn’t resist you!

[doumadono]

hey, this kind of an emergency request, I’m so sorry if it’s too much to ask and if you do end up writing this then thank you so much haha but could you please write Kirishima comforting insecure reader who’s anorexic? ive been struggling and everytime I think I’m doing well my eating just gets worse lmao, he’s my comfort character and it would genuinely mean sososo much

A little bite - Kirishima x Reader

EMERGENCY REQS - PART 2

You sat on your bed, staring at the untouched plate of food in front of you. It felt like an insurmountable challenge, the idea of eating itself. Every bite seemed to weigh heavily, not just on your stomach, but on your mind. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled with the familiar battle inside your head.

A soft knock on the door broke through your thoughts. "Hey, it's me," Kirishima's voice came from the other side, gentle and full of concern. "Can I come in?"

You wiped your eyes quickly, trying to compose yourself. "Yeah, come in."

Kirishima stepped into the room, his usual vibrant energy subdued as he saw the state you were in. He moved to sit beside you on the bed, his presence warm and reassuring. "I noticed you didn't come down for dinner," he said softly, his red eyes full of worry. "And, well, I brought you something."

You glanced at the plate he had brought, filled with nigiri and some mochi, your stomach twisting with anxiety. "I'm sorry, Eijiro," you whispered, tears threatening to spill again. "I just… I can't."

He placed the plate on your bedside table and turned to face you, his expression serious yet kind. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize," he said, taking your hand in his. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

The sincerity in his voice broke down the walls you had been trying to keep up. "I'm trying," you choked out, tears finally streaming down your cheeks. "But every time I think I'm doing better, it just gets worse. I feel like I'm failing."

Kirishima wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, his touch gentle yet firm, grounding you. "You're not failing," he murmured into your hair. "You're fighting a really tough battle, and just getting through each day is a victory."

You leaned into him, feeling his strength and warmth. "I don't know how to keep going," you admitted, your voice small and fragile.

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with determination. "You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. We can take it one meal at a time! And if you stumble, it's okay. I'm here to catch you."

You nodded, feeling a small spark of hope. "Thank you, Kiri. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled, that familiar, encouraging smile that always made you feel a little bit braver. "You don't have to thank me. I care about you, and I want to see you happy and healthy." Kirishima reached for the plate of food and handed it to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "How about we start small? Just a few bites. We'll go slow, no pressure."

With his support, the meal seemed a little less daunting. You took the plate, your hands still trembling. You took a deep breath and picked up the little onigiri, determined to take that first step.

As you took your first bite, you felt a glimmer of hope - you felt like everything would be okay.

"See? One bite at a time," he said softly, his smile full of pride and encouragement. "You're doing great. I'm so proud of you, Y/N."

And in that moment, you believed him.

[plexivie]

texting Kirishima but you two have the fattest crushes on eachother

a/n: this one was posted on the tiktok🤗 I needed to feed you guys before I went to bed😓 sorry for the lack of posting I had a party for my birthday yesterday (which is not until the 12th)

[kywaslost]

When You’re Sick - Kirishima Eijirou

A/N: The wheel chose Kirishima with the prompt theme illness! To be honest, I wasn’t really feeling it so I just decided to make this one super short. Also because I worked on Statistics for 9 straight hours (cause procrastination) and I’m just tired.

Warning/s: mention of vomit

Prompt/s Used: I made you some soup / Were you able to keep that down? 

Kirishima would notice you’re sick before you even know you’re ill

He can see it in the way your eyes droop and by how quickly you get tired

But that’s only if you’re catching a cold or your allergies are acting up

It’s when you catch the stomach bug that Kirishima feels totally and utterly helpless

You don’t show up to class without saying anything to anyone, causing Kirishima being the first one to be back at the dorms once classes have ended

He barges into your room just in time to watch you heave up last night’s dinner into your trash bin

He’ll hold your hair for you if it’s long enough, and runs his other hand down your back 

When you’re finished he’ll clean out your bin, setting it beside your bed when he’s done

He’ll also bring you back a glass of water, medicine, and soup

“I made you some soup… ok that’s a bit of a lie. Bakugou made it for me.”

He’ll sit behind you with you between his legs, supporting your back while you slowly sip away at the soup

He’ll take this time to pull your hair into a ponytail if it’s long enough, and to rub your shoulders as a way to relax you.

He’d leave you alone if you fall back asleep, but come back to check up on you a few hours later

“Were you able to keep that down?” he’d ask, pointing to your empty soup bowl

This man will even sleep on your floor during the night while you’re sick, just in case you needed him or you got worse during the night

Idk i just feel like Kirishima would be really gentle and caring towards you when you’re sick

[thehusbandoden]

Hii, i really liked the claustrophobic reader story. Could you write a part 2 with other characters? (Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Denki)🥺🥺

A/n: of course! I'm so glad you liked the first part, I hope these are just as enjoyable! Don't be afraid to request again at any time! <33

Comforting Claustrophobic Reader Part Two

(Bakugo, Shoto, Kiri, and Denki)

Genre: fluff/comfort \\ total word count: 1,911 \\ posted: 12/07/2023 \\ requested

Notice!: I don't know much about claustrophobia so I'm sorry if I offend anyone!

Warnings!: claustrophobia, tight spaces, crowds, y/n being flirted on (but not really), a chick trying to get eith Shoto, and a scatterbrained partner (lol). Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Part One (Dabi, Spinner, and Shigaraki)

Part Three (Tamaki)

Bakugo Katsuki (455 words)

"Stupid extras." Bakugo murmured, banging his fist against the door.

You and Bakugo were just locked inside of the small janitor closet together, and by the sound of it, it was Denki and Mina's doing.

The small room and the feeling of Bakugo's warm back pressed against your chest was starting to give you a panic attack. Your breathing was growing heavier and you were starting to sweat.

You could hear Bakugo's voice in the distance, but you couldn't focus on it. You started hypervenelating.

"What's wrong with you?" Bakugo growled, throwing a judgemental look over his shoulder. His crimson eyes slightly softened at the sight of your panic.

"I-I-I need a-air." You pant, your hands beginning to shake.

"Woah woah. Calm down." Bakugo demanded, turning around. You were pressed further against the wall and your eyes welled up with tears.

"Don't move!" You hiss, your hands shaking further.

"Calm down.. please." Bakugo murmured, not knowing what to do.

You violently shake you head, not knowing how to express yourself.

"Shhhh." Bakugo murmured, slowly caressing your head, trying to calm you down. "Can I hold you?"

You nodded, unable to say anything else.

Bakugo immediatly pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands running up and down your shoulders comfortingly.

You focussed on Bakugo's warmth, listening to his deep voice murmur to you. Your breathing started to slow as you clung to him, greatful for the lack of walls pressing against you.

After a few minutes you started to calm down further, sighing as you rest your head agaisnt his broad chest. Bakugo made a small coughing sound before starting to slowly pet your hair.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" He murmured, his voice low and deep.

"I'm claustrophobic." You murmur, burying your face in his chest. He smelt good.. almost like campfire.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He murmured, tilting your chin up to look into his crimson eyes.

"Sorry for what?" You were entranced by his powerful gaze.

"Those idiotic extras put us in here to try and make me.." his cheeks turned a slight hue of pink. "Confess."

"C-confess?" Your mouth opened slightly.

He nodded, his ears also changing color.

"I-I really like you y/n.." he whispered, looking down at you with his intense crimson eyes.

"Y-you do?" Your cheeks were stained with dark red.

"Yes.. I do." He whispered, caressing your cheek.

You slightly leaned into the touch, making him smirk.

"Do you like me back?" He purred in your ear, causing your face to grow hotter.

You nodded, your face flushed in both embaresment and attraction.

"Can I take you out then?" He smirked, playing with your hair.

"Why yes.. I'd like that.."

Todoroki Shoto (555 words)

Shoto was too busy talking to his coworker to notice how stressed you were. He knew about your phobia, but he's never seen it in affect. You've been married for two months, together for eleven.

You were currently at a pro hero gathering. Some of the top heroes were there, and their fans and some newer ones filled in the space.

There were people everywhere.. and you were tired of feeling trapped. As a woman accidently brushed against you, you pressed yourself against Shoto's back, burying your face into his dress shirt.

He didn't say anything, but you could feel his hand reaching behind him to touch your waist, holding you agaisnt him. You started to have a panic attack, gently tapping Shoto to try and get his attention.

Everytime you did he gently squeezed your waist in response, almost like he thought that you were just giving him affection... as a hero passed by you too close for comfort, you pinched Shoto's skin, finally getting his attention as he turned to look at you, looking both confused and slightly irritated.

"What is it love?" He murmured, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned his ear against your mouth, knowing that you prefer to speak to him and only him.

"M-my phobia... it's acting up and I feel like I can't breathe..." You whisper, hiding your face from everyone but Shoto.

Shoto frowned, leaning down to kiss you softly.

"I apologize, love. I'll be more vigilant next time." He murmured in your ear, kissing your temple softly as he slowly brought you towards the exit, shielding your body with his.

"Shoto! Shoto it's you! I'm your biggest fan!" A woman screeched, pressing herself against Shoto's arm. She held onto his arm tightly, hugging herself against it.

You started to hyperventilating, and Shoto wrinkled in nose in disgust. He didn't mean to be rude.. but feeling anyone's touch besides yours caused him to want to hurl.. especially if it was someone like her.. obsessed fangirls who don't respect the fact that he's happily married.

Shoto gently pushed her away, frowning.

"I'm glad you admire me, but keep to yourself. I have a wife, and shes all I'll ever need."

The woman teared up before bursting into sobs, running towards the other side of the room. Shoto quickly pulled you out of the building, embracing you tightly when he found a quite and open place for the two of you.

"Shhh it's okay my love. I'm sorry.." he murmured, littering kisses up and down your face.

"It's okay.. just hold me." You whimpered, wanting to be drowned in his warmth.

He quickly obeyed, holding you against him for several minutes. He didn't care how long it took you to calm down, as long as you felt safe he would be happy.

After about ten minutes you calmed down kissing him softly in gratitude. He kissed back with a smile before pulling away, stroking your cheeks. "Sorry about that 'fan'." Shoto sighed, kissing your nose.

You playfully huffed before kissing his own nose. "It wasn't your fault. You rejected her and got her off of you.. I'm not mad at you."

Shoto smiled wider, kissing you yet again.

"And I'm sorry for not noticing. I'll do better next time, my love."

You smiled again. "I trust you."

Kirishima Eijiro (359 words)

You and Kirishima were on vacation for your first year anniversary. You stayed in a large, luxurious hotel, and were pampered quite a lot.

You and Kirishima spent most of your time in your hotel room, but decided to go down to the hot springs in the morning.

Luckily Kiri was able to get you two a private spring, so you two were alone. The warm water felt amazing, and Kirishima's wide grin as he told you stories was contagious.

After a few hours of chatting and relaxing, the two of you dried off and got ready to leave. As you walked back to your hotel room, there were far more people than before. You didn't think about it much, holding Kiri's hand as you smiled politely at whoever looked at you and wrinkled your nose at the several guys that looked at you longingly.

Kirishima isn't extremely jealous, so he kept to himself, smiling down at you as you walked; smirking as he saw you wrinkle your nose at every flirt.. causing him to gape in shock.

You get to the elevator, and you fail to notice the very tight space when you walk in. It wasn't until you were forced against Kiri's side, a wall, and an old lady that smelt like kitty litter did you notice the tight space and start to react.

Kirishima instantly noticed and pulled you to his chest, moving himself so you wouldn't touch anyone else, and you wouldn't have to look either. Your back was facing the wall, one of Kiri's hands behind your back so you wouldn't brush against it as he held eye contact with you, smiling softly.

He didn't press himself against you, but he was quite close. A lot of people grumbled at him but he ignored them, his free hand stroking your cheek to maintain your undivided attention.

After several minutes you reached your floor and Kiri cradled you to his chest, walking out with you as he made sure that you weren't touched by anyone or anything else.

He continued to hold you as he made his way to your sweet, opening the door with one hand while the other held you by your waist. Once you two were in he let go of you, smiling down at you.

"Thank you.." you smile, caressing his cheek. Kirishima's smile widened as he gave you his signature grin.

"It was nothing." He kissed you sweetly, rubbing your shoulders slightly. Pulling away, he winked at you before heading into the small kitchen that was attached to the sweet.

You giggled as you sat at the island, watching him tie on his 'kiss the chef' apron. He grinned at you, his ruby eyes sparkling in adoration.

"Hungry?"

Kaminari Denki (542 words)

You have no idea how your clingy boyfriend convinced you to go to a party.. but he did.

And now you were surrounded by a bunch of strangers, and that idiotic boyfriend of yours let go of your hand.

You were swarmed by complete strangers, and you can't find the one person you know... lovely.

Your breathing quickened as you felt bodies being pressed against your own, a few rare apologies thrown into the mix.

You were starting to have a panic attack as you searched for Denki in the crowd, trying to spot his bright yellow hair. You looked for several minutes until you spotted him. Hurrying to his side, you hugged him from behind.. and then you realized that it wasn't him.

The man smirked at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Before he could say or do anything, you hurried away, pushing through the crowd. After getting within a safe distance, you tried calling him.. it went straight to voicemail.

You hands started to shake as you tried and found an exit, needing to calm down. As you get to the exit you hear Denki calling your name, but you ignore him, leaving the building.

You find a secluded area and slowly sink to the floor, shaking uncontrollably. Denki rushed to you a few minutes later, his eyes full of confusion and worry.

"Y/n!? What's wrong?" He tries to touch your shoulder but you push his hand away.

"Y/n my darling sunshine.. please..." He whispered, his eyes growing wet as he kneeled beside you.

"I told you about my phobia." You whisper, eyes welling up with tears.

"Phobia.. what phobia..?"

"I have claustrophobia Denki! And you just left me in there!" A few tears fell down your cheek.

Denki's eyes widened. "I'm sorry.. I-I didn't know.."

"I told you! Twice before the party and like three times when we first started dating!"

"I'm sorry! It must have been my adhd.." he whispered, gently placing his warm hand on your cheek.

Sighing, you lean into his touch, tears cascading down your flushed cheeks.

"I'm sorry baby.. I really really am.."

"I told you I didn't want to go.. and you promised to hold my hand the entire time.."

"I'm really really sorry baby.. really I am. I got distracted, I'm so so so sorry.." he whispered, gently kissing your tears away.

You blushed at the contact, the two of you were still new to physical affection.

"I need you to remember next time.. okay?"

"There won't be a next time.. I won't try and make you go to a party ever again."

You smiled, giggling quietly. "We'll see.. you forget things a lot."

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Part One (Dabi, Spinner, Shigaraki)

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