#fatgum hurt comfort

[oborofollower7]

Yall dont know how happy I am that we got ONE LAST TOKOYAMI AND HAWKS PANEL

those two are such an underrated duo. I wish there were more fanfics of them

[lesinquietes]

Here’s a thought — Fatgum isn’t used to any part of himself fitting anywhere because he’s so darn big. When he finally pushes into you for the first time, he’s empathetic but not surprised how you struggle to accommodate him. Too tight. Over time, though, you stretch out comfortably and learn how to take him. Of course, every time you screw him after this revelation sinks in, he’s put into a state of utter (and grateful) shock that you can handle his mass 🥺

Tw; 18+, smut // Fatgum x fem!reader

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“Oh, god, baby.”

His voice is always smooth and velvety in the morning — not at all like his usual tone. Early hours are magical like that; they rouse the most serene parts of people to exist in momentary peace. Taishiro barely has time to be himself otherwise.

Your boyfriend has been a hero for years. He’s one of the best, and certainly one of the kindest protectors everyone knows. You couldn’t be more proud to be dating such a powerful, caring man. After all, it’s not every day someone uses their inherited quirk for good. Recently, the presence of villains has only gotten worse. There’s a dire need for promising heroes right now.

Fortunately, you woke up with this precise thought in mind. The weight of society rests on his shoulders. What can you do the alleviate part of that burden?

You dip his cock into your mouth and suckle on its fat tip. Its bulbous and silky against your tongue. His slit is decorated with precum, like morning dew in the grass, giving you a refreshing treat when you start your task.

You lick him from his head to his base, taking your time to give his balls little licks and sucks of appreciation for the love they’re about to give you. At last, you accept him into your mouth. You try not to choke as you take him. He likes it when your throat constricts around his girth, but not at the cost of you getting hurt. You’re gradual with your bobbing — sensual. He notices your care with half-lidded, sleepy eyes.

“Oh shit… g’mornin’ t’ you too, gumdrop.”

You snicker cutely around his package, sending vibrations down to his toes. He emits a ferocious moan when you cup his sack in tandem, giving his goodies a deserved massage. You can feel him pulsing beneath your tongue. That’s your cue to pull out.

Gingerly, you make your way back up to his tip. You slobber along his length, not daring to break the trail of saliva between your lips and his head until he gets his fill. He marvels at how utterly sexy you look.

“C’mere beautiful,” he purrs. “Get on backwards so I can see.”

You do as you’re told. You back your pussy back so it’s hovering over his cock. You bow down to have his tip meet your warmth. He places a large hand on your ass cheek and uses his thumb to inspect your petals. He sinks the digit into your cavern and relishes in how your body trembles with need.

“Mmm good girl. So wet from suckin’ me off how I like.”

He slips his cock inside next. There’s no rush. He doesn’t need to be out the door for another hour; what’s the harm in taking his time with you?

You regard him with sultry irises over your shoulder when you’re packed to the hilt with his thickness. The way your back is curved, accented by your bubbly ass cheeks, sends his mind into overdrive. Your lower lips are stretched around his mass so deliciously that he’s already prepared to bust a nut.

“I wanted to give you a good send off,” you whisper. “But how ‘bout I stay like this for a bit and keep your cock warm?”

He can’t argue with that. As much as his fingers twitch on your hips — his nails digging into your flesh merely to reel his impulses back in — he finds it calming to have you service him like this. The only thing that would make this morning perfect is breakfast in bed.

That’s for later, though; when it’s your turn to receive his send off.

[mintmatcha]

talk about fatgum, Mint 🎤 tell us about how he yearns. tell us what goes through his head when he’s with her

cw: sex work mentioned, reader is bruised, implied abuse

He should be more concerned about you being seen coming to his apartment, especially when you're dressed like that.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you called." You gently close the door with your hip, hands full with a large brown bag and your purse. Your dress is short enough that he's afraid to see you bend over, tight enough that he can't help but watch. "Hope you like take out because I ordered a lot."

He's starving, of course. He's always this ravenous after a big fight, but he's been holding off for you. If he gains the weight and you end up figuring out who he is... he's not sure what the consequences will be. Nothing good could come from seeing an escort, but he can't keep you away.

You stride in like you belong here, placing your things on the coffee table before flashing him a smile. Then, you frown, comically big.

"Tai, baby, you look worse than ever." You reach over to his place on the couch and pinch his cheek. The little pressure aches, but not as badly as his chest does when you sound like that. "Is your nose broken?"

It's fractured up to the ridge, but it'll get healed tomorrow. "Just a little."

"Part of the job, I guess," you say, even though you don't sound convinced. You still think he's a boxer, spending his little winnings on nights with you.

"Don't worry about me." He reaches out and pats your side. "I'm just happy to see you."

You glow at that and Taishiro pretends it means something. He's not naive. He understands this is a business transaction to you, but he still lets himself pretend that this thing between you is something.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" You're already up and walking towards his bedroom. "This dress isn't comfortable."

"Second drawer down." You already know that. The real perk of being so tall and (normally) big is how cozy you look in his clothing. "I'll put on a movie."

"You're the best."

A couple minutes later, you're back, a comically oversized shirt acting as your new dress. Despite himself, he wonders if you're naked under there. He'll never act on it, he'll never expect or ask for sex from you during these little dates, but he can't pretend that his mind doesn't go there, especially when you bend down just like that and your neckline gaps-

A string of dark, uneven bruises trails down your bare chest. You're picking through the bag of food you ordered, none the wiser, but he's watching you, picking the spots that have been painted with concealer; the middle of your throat, a line straight under your jaw of both sides.

"You're bruised too."

You start at that.

"Yeah, well-" you inhale, then pop a dumpling into your mouth. You chew for a very long time, trying to postpone an answer. "Part of the job."

Again, he's not naive. He knows what men do to you, what you do to them. That doesn't bother him; what makes his skin crawl is the thought of their hands, closing a bit too tight, or coming down to make marks-

"It shouldn't be. If anyone's hurting you-"

"It's not like that." Suddenly, you settle down on his lap, feet tucked under one thigh. Your skin smells like saffron and sweetness, a hint of sweat underneath. Upclose, he can see your foundation is thicker than usual, poorly evened up over one cheek. "Here, say 'aw.'"

You hold a piece of food out by your fingers.

"I'm not hungry."

You sniff the air. "That's a lie-- come on, you're too skinny."

He hates and loves your little quirk, the ability to literally sniff out when something is wrong--

His lips close around your fingers for a moment longer than they need to.

"You're sweet." You say. "I wish all of my regulars are as sweet as you."

[lizzy06]

Toyomitsu Taishiro(Fat Gum) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

100% USDA Lean Beef✨ by  tustinjomimori (oneshot, fluff) Taishiro is Taishiro no matter how skinny he is. But it IS a surprise when you first see him after his fight with Rappa. [COMPLETED]

My First And Last✨ by cxsmicdxst (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Lily Of The Valley✨ by KawaiiBatman (oneshot, flower shop au, fluff) Your hobby for baking, pulls people into your flower shop with the enticing smells of sweets. On this day, it entices your favorite pro-hero.[COMPLETED]

Helpless✨ by DaftLittleOwl(oneshot, hurt/comfort)You can't stop wallowing in this pit, seeing no light at the end of the tunnel before you and yet getting so tired of the dark. Yet, as you keep trekking on, someone shines through the darkness you are surrounded in. He's so kind, so strong and seems to understand without having to pry.[COMPLETED]

Your friendly neighbor Fatgum✨ by  Dawnfighter07(oneshot, fluff)here is a wholesome request, a child of a single mom confuses fatgum with totoro and he just follows him like lost duckling.[COMPLETED]

fat chance!✨ by restwellsoon (oneshot, fluff)You learn about the real history behind bobbing for apples, leading to a sweet encounter / “Our young miss here assigns a name to each apple, usually the names of certain eligible bachelor heroes.”[COMPLETED]

Gazing/tumblr✨ by @nyxdelanuit/NyxDeLaNuit (oneshot, jealousy, childhood friends) Taishiro couldn't stand to see you in another man's arms, but you had been his friend for so long. How could he tell you how he feels now?[COMPLETED]

Big, beautiful and nice / tumblr✨ by @dira333/ Fogfire(oneshot, fluff)Fluffy fic about Single Aunt/Single Mom Reader who starts working at Fatgum's Agency.[COMPLETED]

Everything needs a little work✨ by  Dawnfighter07 (oneshot, angst, fluff) You met Taishiro in school, being high school sweethearts you two married after you graduated. You had the picture perfect marriage really. You two never really fought and you both supported each other in your careers, him being the pro hero he is, and you being a support hero making gear for whoever had enough money. [COMPLETED]

out of reach✨ by @sleepybutwriting (oneshot, fluff)Your tall boyfriend is there to lend a hand when things are out of reach.[COMPLETED]

fatgum x reader✨ by @faulty-writes (oneshot, fluff) the reader has never seen him without his fat and when she does is she doesn't recognize him.[COMPLETED]

Fatgum Doesn't Know How to Flirt by @deleteddewewted (oneshot, fluff) Fatgum is an amazing person but he's not the best at flirting.[COMPLETED]

“just take care of yourself.” by @pinkjeanist (oneshot, insecure taishiro, comfort, fluff)After his doctor tells Taishiro to slow his eating for his health, you start to sit with him while he eats. Talking becomes a good way to distract him, but it soon becomes his path to healing- and surprisingly, it does for you, too.[COMPLETED]

He Protec But He Also Atac by  tustinjomimori (oneshot, fluff) You and Fatgum encounterq a villain while walking home one night. Fatgum does some hero-ing and you help, sorta. There's a cat involved.[COMPLETED]

Sweetheart by PlushRabbit(oneshot, angst, fluff)taishiro and reader gets in an argument and he says something mean to the reader and is extremely sorry for doing so and trys to fix it as best he could.[COMPLETED]

With or without the suit by SpecialN (oneshot, self-confidence issues, strangers to lovers, fluff) With everone else being dressed in their personal best at the party, Fat Gum begins to feel self-conscious about his looks. He tries to let it go, but when he meets you, he decides to impress you by changing into his slim form. If only he knew, you had already developed a little crush on the hero.[COMPLETED]

Seasons In Floral✨ by Hey_Brittannia042 (oneshot, childhood friends to lovers, flower language, fluff) Time and circumstance pulled you apart from your childhood friend. What will it take for you to find your way back?[COMPLETED]

Crush✨ by SheerXFiction (oneshot, fluff) You've got a big fat crush on Taishiro, but little did you know that he had another physical form. That knowledge set your heart over the edge.[COMPLETED]

Fatgum X Reader Coffee shop AU April Writing Peice by Logan_K (oneshot, coffee shop au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort) You work as a barista and Fatgum comes in often and you both flirt a little but it doesn't go anywhere till one night he saves you from your jealous co-worker.[COMPLETED]

A Date? by HeroAssociation (oneshot) Reader just wanted an evening out. She didn't consider Fatgum coming to her rescue.[COMPLETED]

The Sweet Hero! by DeletedDewewted (oneshot, mention of boddy issues, fluff) Fatgum has been coming into your shop almost every week. You appreciated his support but as a pro hero, it was exhausting. You don't see how there was room to squeeze in a new friend such as Fatgum or even a relationship.[COMPLETED]

Fatgum Accidentally Eats You by  nerdelation8 (oneshot, crack lol)What the title says. It’s lighthearted, silly vore, and you’re fine after he vomits you out.[COMPLETED]

A Harsh Meal [Fatgum x chubby fem!reader] ✨ by Zobiiia(oneshot, angst with happy ending, reder has eating disorder) You and Fatgum meet by chance, and you start having a relationship. Everything seemed to be fine, until…[COMPLETED]

Confidence is Only Skin Deep✨ by  Silverphish(friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)your relationship with your best friend is thrown for a loop one day, and you must come to grips with these new circumstances as well as prove to Taishiro that you love him no matter what form the golden-haired young man takes.[COMPLETED]

Such A Lonely Number by  IWillBeTheEndofYou (oneshot, fluff) You can't stay away from Fat Gum. You've caught him looking at you, too. It's just a lunch invitation.[COMPLETED]

Purge by tustinjomimori(oneshot, reader has ED, comfort, fluff) Reader has a secret they're ashamed of. But they also have the best boyfriend in the world.[COMPLETED]

A Shared Umbrella by PlushRabbit(oneshot, fluff) Baker reader x Fatgum!![COMPLETED]

[mamayan]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Dabi

SWEET: Yan! Dabi x Fem! Darling

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Soft (NSFW)

Head (NSFW)

Wall (NSFW)

Break (SFW but Dark Themes)

Crying Won’t Help (NSFW) ABO

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Brat Tamer (NSFW)

Cold (Yandere Dabi x Darling)

Shigaraki Tomura

HAPPY HALLOWEEN (NSFW/NONCON)

MIND BREAK: (Dark NSFW)

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Part 1: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Part 2: Time as a Darling (NSFW)

Foot Fetish

Dirty thoughts

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Game Time (R) (Piss Kink) (NSFW)

Gross (Noncon) (NSFW)

Tenko Shimura HC (NSFW)

Dog (SFW • Drabble)

Manners (Tomura x Fem! Reader x Spinner NSFW)

Spinner

Do you masturbate? (Request!)

Soft s/o x Spinner (Request!)

Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)

Cuddle Me (R!) (NSFW)

Heat Haze (R!) (NSFW)

Manners (NSFW)

Mr. Compress

Gentleman (NSFW)

Overhaul: (I will not accept requests for him!)

Better dead than alive (Dead Dove)

Fatgum

Feel Better (NSFW)

Headcanons

EraserHead (Aizawa)

Cock Warming (NSFW) (Request!)

Aizawa x villain (humor/crack)

Before Bed (NSFW/Request)

Mirio Togata

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Moderation (NSFW) (x Fem! Reader)

Happy Birthday (NSFW)

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)

Katsuki Bakugo

• Growing Pain (SFW/Hurt/Comfort)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

For Your Safety (Yan! Noncon!)

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[thequietkid-moonie]

ProHero taking custody of a reformed young villian

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ EraserHead, Fatgum, All might ]

[ My hero academia / Boku no hero academia ]

Unofficial dads 😈 hehe

By young I mean their student's age

Summary: After being captured for the heroes, they determinante that you are no longer a threat, and, for being so young, they put you in a reformation program under the watch of a ProHero

Shota Aizawa (EraserHead)

Its not like he wanted this, but now he's trapped in this situation . He read the police report about you to know everything he need to know

Since the first moment he makes sure you understand that he is the autority and you're no free to do whatever you want

If you're the rebellious type this will annoy him for a while, becoming a constant fight with him. If you're more the quiet type then this going to be more easy, but will still be watching you. If you're more energetic he will treat you like a child

Soon you two form a dynamic to live together that work for you two, and with time you stop treating yourself as a ProHero and a ex-villian, now you start treating you like friends or even family

He's not exactly interested on heard your backstory, but if you want to share it he's open to listen. If you became a villian becouse you didn't have another option he will feel sympathy and will try to comfort you

If you show that you really want to change or even regret for what you did he will go more easy on you. Ones he notice that you're really changing he will be proud of you, also after this he will treat you different (no more wary and more like a parental figure)

We know probably some people won't be so accepting of your change, so if you have problems with others for this he will let you handle it, unless this truly affect you (like is making you feel depressed) or you're trying to solve it in violent ways (either fighting those people or letting them hurt you) he will step in

It would become a habit to eat together at least once at day and talk about your day (more like complaining)

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

When he gets the news of this mision he gets super nervous, he don't know if he will be able to take care of it

He will try and have a friendly approach when meeting you, he won't want to make you feel threatened or anything, you want to change, so he will give you a chance

If you're more the rebellious type he will gets even more nervous and will scold you in a serious manner. If you're more the quiet type he won't know how to treat you, but won't take him long to get used to

He always treat you with respect and like the young one you are!

If you show that you really want to change he will so happy and will encoure you to do so. If you feel regret about what you did as a villian he will comfort you! You're trying to change and do things better and thats what matter!

He's really interested in hearing your backstory, but won't ask you to tell him right away, he will wait all the time you need until you feel ready to tell him

If is the case that you became a villian because you didn't have another option he will feel so bad, Toshinori is a kind sould and storys like this sadden him a lot, especially seen how much affected your life (there are chances that he will even feel guilty for don't being able to help you back then)

It won't be difficult to warm up with Toshinori (even if you try to), so soon you two will ended up having a family dinamic to live together

After a while it will be noticeble the change in you, and Toshinori couldn't be more proud of you! He congratulates you and even offers to celebrate!

If you have relatives he will help you look for them if you want (unless they were abusive)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

If you're the rebellious type he wont mind too much, will just brush it off. If you're more the quiet type its fine with him. If you're more energetic then he will match your energy. But in neither case will he let you take advantage of it

He's convinced that you have a great potential to becoming an amazing person, so he will encoure you to try other things (more healthy and less illegal)

Taishiro always try to treat you as an equaly, as a civilian, never like a villain. He will always treat you in a friendly manner too, so won't take long to you to see him as a friend too, someone you can trust

Most of the time he ended up treating you like a child, he isn't trying to disrespect you or something, he just thinks you should live (and enjoy your life) as the kid you are. Taishiro knows pretty well that you've been through a lot and that life isn't exactly easy, so he's trying to give you the peaceful life he believes you deserve!

He's really interesed in your backstory, even ask you, but if you don't want to talk about it he won't force you

Taishiro always invite you over to eat together, and always make a friendly chat over it (don't mind if you don't talk much). Also, he has a really cheerful personality and will try to make you laugh all the time

When he notice the change in you he feels so proud of you! He will even take you to a special diner to celebrate!

Also, Taishiro will love to take you over his agency and present you to Tamaki and Kirishima!

If you ever get problems with other people talking bad about you for your past he will stand up for you

[serxinns]

Yandere Mha x Scarlet witch Reader Part 2

Shout out to @lady-ashfade she helped me on the mount lady part (cause I didn't know her well)

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Hawks(Platonic)

I wanted to make a pt 2 cause why tf not and because I got more confident of doing the others hope ya like it!

•Hawks is more of a fun big brother and always hides Yandere's tendencies from you he doesn't let himself go too far or let you suspect his actions and would quickly reassure you

•he nicknames you scar for short for scarlet which

•Hawks is like a protective big brother he would secretly watch out for you at any time he can get and whenever he's out of petrol or is required to do missions he leaves a feather on ur clothes or in ur bagpsck so u won't notice

•Hawks is obsessive and protective at the same time he loves every single thing about you he loves to spoil you at any time he can get and when he does he always gifted you his merch heck one time he gifted you his own hoodie with his signature on it saying "Love you little gremlin 😘"

•Hawks loves his fans but he's not hesitate to call them out to protect you if his fangirls try to harm you or harass you. One time he saw one of his fangirls push you out of the way and say rude remarks while trying to reach him that made Hawks pissed as hell and the next day the fans were all arrested cause of some rumors he made up

•whenever you tried of your classmates and teachers gushing all over you fighting to get your attention hawks would always swoop down and grab you after school away from ur classmates and teachers while they all glared and cussed him out and takes you to a secret place nobody knows (it can be an arcade, a garden your choice!) and the both of you would have fun until he had to take you back

• The UA teachers hate him and he loves to teach him with it by hugging you kissing you on the forehead and swinging you around in his arm with a sly smirk on his face

Nezu (Platonic)

•Nezu Knew you were special even before when he saw how you beat those robots with ease and now you'll use ur powers to make them explode ur fighting techniques were very creative yet very reckless cause it did caused u to get hurt he got so worried

•Nezu is the type of principal who would call you in the middle of the class for an important meeting when it's just wanting to have a tea and chat

•Nezu is like a fun uncle he's less strict than the UA if you ever get detention or in trouble and have to go to the principal he'll try to comfort you and let you know that ur not in the wrong even if you are at times

He'll let you know that he'll always be there

•Nezu would do a background check on you to make sure you weren't hiding anything

(sorry idk nezu much)

All Might (Platonic)

•All might is a very worried grandpa whenever he sees you hurt he would immediately go to the nurses office and brings you our favorite snacks 1st he has to see izulu hurt now you!? Give this grandpa a break 😭

•All might would be so worried about you fighting or training so he'd ask Aizawa to lighten up the training for u or maybe he trains with you (Which it works kinda )

•whenever you're in the middle of class he would always barge in his big form just to see your cute shocked face

•Hes very clingy so clingy that mic and All might would have a war about it to see how much they know about you

•All Might and Midnight would team up with the rest of the teachers and adults so they can both spend time with you and share you

•All might LOVES to out little cards with praises with his merch on it (he does it to Midoirya too) saying "Good luck superstar!" or "Keep trying" you might seemed annoyed but deep inside it kinda cheered you up a bit

•He would try and secretly set you up with Midoriya like giving him advice about love and giving him the stuff to gift to you he would even be the third wheel to see if your hang-out was going ok

Fatgum (platonic)

•Fatgum LOVES to get you big bear hugs like ALOT of them whenever he sees you he runs up to you and hugs and spin around you

•Fatgum Loves to take you to uncle and niece's fun times he would take you to the carnival if it's around or those summer festivals but when it's not he takes to his and your fav restaurants

•This Dude is protective ASF whenever Fatgum can't be there with you he makes Kirkshima and Tamaki (Yes he's a Yandere too) to watch out for you just in case and promise to protect you

•Fatgum will also help Kirishima to get with you he loves seeing his intern student happy so he teaches Kiri about love and how things are "manly" he also teaches him how to be sneaky and not get caught with his yandere tendencies he teaches tamaki as well and wishes them good luck

•If anyone messes with you this dude will turn from a happy little goofy uncle to a serious threat he will suffocate that person until they turn purple and prob beat them up a bit and after that's done he, Kiri and tamaki would go comfort you

Mount Lady (Platonic)

•Mount lady LOVES to dress you up in the prettiest outfits and make sure you are comfortable with the outfits she chooses she also makes sure u choose as well and when u come out she will praise you like ur a famous fashion star on the runway

•She notices how class 1a and the teachers would always bother you and baby you and get mad (cause she wanna baby you too) so she would take you away with her giant size and walk away she loves seeing you in her big form you're so tiny and adorable!

•Mount lady would convince you to try to play and tease with your classmates you hesitated at 1st but you thought of how overbearing they are and now how clingy and overprotective they are so you agreed

•Mount Lady would teach you how to flirt, Tease and play with your classmate's hearts she would even give u fashion advice

•Mount Lady would go from a sweet gentle mother to a scary Feral mama bear if anyone touches you she wants to be the only one to touch, hug, and cuddle you

•Shes always despise the UA teachers trying to steal you away from her your her cub! And what kind of mama bear would she be if she let those lowlives mess with HER child?

•Mount Lady and Midnight are deadly enemies she hated hates Midnight would always cuddle you and call you Moonbean every time Midnight would get so close she suddenly appeared between the two of you and tried to distract you by getting you excited for ice cream and making you buy it while she has a little talk with midnight she also dislikes mic as well

"Go on little cub go get us ice cream while I deal with this pest~"

Next thing you know they're fighting while you excitedly wait for your favorite ice cream flavor

Should I add Yandere's big 3 if so should they be romantic or platonic?

[kawaiianimekitten]

Masterlist

Mha

Tamaki Amajiki-

Protective! Naga! Amajiki

Summery: Tamaki sends Mirio to keep you company while he goes to go something, but it doesn't go correctly.

Cheater! Tamaki Amajiki

Aftermath

Spoiled (soft yandere)

You refuse to sleep

You get hurt while training (short)

Bedtime (soft yandere)

Lazy day

Headcannons-

Some cute Tamaki headcannons

More Tamaki headcannons

Mentally ill reader

Bakugou Katsuki-

Yandere Bakugou - Safe

Summery: Bakugou babies you a lot, but finally gives you a chance to escape

Bakudeku x reader

Yandere bakudeku x reader

Fatgum agency-

Reader who acts a lot like amajiki who is loud and chaotic once comfortable headcannon

More headcannons of the one above this

Big three

Big three with a Tamaki like reader headcannons

Haikyuu

Kei Tsukishima

Cute Tsukishima headcannons

Obey Me

Lucifer-

He scares you/ accidentily-ish makes you fear him pt 1 pt 2

Mammon-

He scares you/accidentally-ish makes you fear him

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Here's everything I've wrote so far

Requests are open, if anyone has anything they want written ❤️

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: AO3 is down & supposedly leading people to a scammy site looking to steal personal info, so for now, these 2 chapters are staying on Tumblr until further notice. It's ALWAYS something, I s2g. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Six: Sex on the Beach.

Keigo swears your ass has never looked better than it does in your perfect, little peach-colored dress. 

He would be lying if he said he hasn't been watching the damn thing bounce and jump beneath your sundress ever since you hit the dance floor. Rumi continuously hyping you up doesn’t make it any better. “Yeeeesss, Y/N!” she screams over the music, just as drunk as you are. “Fuck it uuuuup!” 

You are happy to do so, bending your knees even more and tossing ass like it’s no one’s business. Keigo does his best to not stare, instead trying to focus on the other drunk guests who are worse off with their dance moves.

However, a certain someone doesn’t allow him to do so when he walks up next to him with a low whistle. “Looks like someone is feeling the champagne,” Fatgum chuckles, holding a whiskey glass in his hand. 

“Shit, she’s been feelin’ it for hours now,” Keigo sighs as he and Fatgum watch you buss it to the music, your braids in your face and drink in your hand. You’ve gathered the eyes of a few men since your second mimosa, including the staff, the DJ, and a few pros who don’t know what’s good for them. They only stopped when Keigo looked at them like he had a Glock in his suit pocket for them if they kept eyeing his friend down. 

He supposes that he should take the blame for your carefreeness though. He loves seeing you completely free of all your worries, especially about your asshole boyfriend.

But he also knows drunk you can get into some trouble. He remembers that one Halloween when you got so drunk at Nemuri’s masquerade party that you nearly made out with someone you thought was Rei wearing the same colored mask. Or that time Dabi whipped you up his own cocktail and had you skinny-dipping in Keigo’s pool. 

He’s had his own fair share of embarrassing, drunk stories though. And plus, seeing you throwing ass and laughing your pretty laugh is much better than seeing you down in the dumps for Rei. Keigo knew for a fact that the dickhead made you cry earlier. You would’ve never ventured away from the wedding if he hadn’t. Keigo knows you like he knows his favorite book, which means patron shots were definitely the way to ease your broken heart. 

He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t tell you to run the story back for him. He just wanted to see you smile and enjoy today…only those patron shots turned into a chocolate martini and two glasses of mimosas hours later. He knows he’ll have to scrap you up off the floor later, but if he is forced to do that, plus curb the hard-on struggling against his suit slacks as he watches you dance, he’ll do that. After all, you deserve to be happy. 

He decides to attempt to distract himself again by turning to Fatgum, averting his eyes from the arousing scene. “So how’s it feel to be a married man now?” He asks, nodding at Fathom’s wedding band. “Do you feel any differently?” 

Fatgum looks at him with a happy gleam in his eye. “To be honest with you, Hawks, not really,” he sheepishly replies. "It feels great to finally be married to the one I love more than anyone in this world, but the way I feel for Haruko wouldn’t have changed even without a ring.” He looks down at his wedding band, a small, adoring smile on his lips. “I guess I thought a ring would’ve made it more real, you know?” 

Keigo doesn’t know. He couldn’t think of knowing…at least that’s what he tells himself. However, the image of you in a wedding dress walking down the aisle is a little too vivid for him. The only one he’s ever loved is you, but none of that could ever see the light of day. It’d ruin everything.

So he gives Fatgum a smile and pretends that he knows exactly what he’s talking about. “Well, if you ask me, it looked real from the very start,” he chuckles. 

Fatgum gives him a grateful smile, a twinkle in his eye. Keigo envies him. How would it feel to feel so deeply about someone who feels the same about you so openly? Fatgum and Haruko looked so in love today. Every time they looked at each other, even when the other wasn’t looking, Keigo saw nothing but acceptance, adoration, and pure love. It is hard not to be jealous of such a thing. 

“Girls, girls!” Yu suddenly hollers, red in the face and obviously gone off the champagne. She runs onto the dance floor towards you and Rumi, her overexcited behavior causing you to stop dancing. ”Haruko is about to throw the bouquet!”

Keigo looks towards where Yu is pointing and surely enough, Haruko is standing near the snack table where a crowd of women have begun to surround her, just as excited. Something about seeing Haruko, so happy and giggly, in her wedding dress and Fatgum smiling at her with such love in his eyes does something to Keigo.

Fatgum’s haunting words from his bachelor party come back to him, rising out of the fog in his tipsy mind: ’Those bachelor days won’t last forever…’ 

Keigo clears his throat, knowing now is the right time to bare himself to his friend. He turns to him, forcing his wings to not tremble. “Hey, listen; I’m sorry for what happened at your bachelor party…you know, when we were playing pool at the bar. I didn’t–” 

“Stop.” Fatgum’s voice is firm but not unkind. He gives Keigo a reassuring smile, the sunset in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for, Hawks. You have your opinion and I’ve got mine. I’m just glad you’re here and showed up for me as my best man.” He pats Keigo on the shoulder with his big hand. “When Y/N comes down off her high, thank her for coming too.” 

“You’re leaving?” Keigo curiously asks. Fatgum gives him a mischievous smirk. “After Haruko throws the bouquet and I get my hands on that garter, hell yeah. Speaking of which…” He pulls on Keigo’s arm, walking him farther away from the crowd that has begun to grow around Haruko. “You might wanna stand back.” 

Keigo is glad Fatgum saved him because he definitely would’ve gotten trampled by the slew of screaming guests wanting their chance at catching Haruko’s bouquet. Among them are you, Nemuri, Yu, and Rumi, excitedly jumping up and down as Haruko turns around to toss the bouquet of flowers behind her. As soon as they go flying, the crowd reacts, jumping as high as they can to catch it.

You prove to be victorious when the bouquet tumbles in the middle of the crowd and you snatch it up, nearly losing a shoe. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” you practically scream, excitedly jumping up and down.

While half of the guests applaud you and the others give you dirty looks, Keigo silently stares at you with the bouquet in your hands. That image of you gliding down the aisle in your wedding dress comes back to him again like a nagging mosquito, pestering him further. What bothers him even more is the look he’s picturing on your face: so full of love; a mirror of Fatgum’s expression when he looked at Haruko walking down the aisle. It is so vivid that it frightens him. 

“Keigo?” a small voice asks behind him. The man nearly has a heart attack when he turns around and sees Sakura standing there. He realizes that Fatgum is gone and the bouquet crowd has dispersed, leaving him standing there like an idiot staring at you. God, he's down bad.

“Hey, babe, you’re up!” he chirps, moving to kiss Sakura’s forehead which he notices feels heated and clammy. “Everything alright?” 

Sakura had been sleeping in one of the extra tents for the majority of the wedding after her third glass of champagne. Keigo figured he’d just let her rest while he acted a fool for the rest of the event until it ended. “I feel awful,” she groans, putting a hand on her stomach. “My nap was interrupted by my stomach. That lobster I ate must not be settling right.”

Keigo’s brain pedals back to Sakura’s plate which consisted of a side salad, pasta, and lobster meat slathered in butter and lemon. “Aw, shit, babe,” he coos empathetically. He moves toward her, wanting to gather her up in a hug. “I’m so-“ 

“Keigo!” Rumi shouts, from the dance floor. She has an empty glass in her hand and is barefoot. “They’re playing your song!” The song in question is from Rihanna’s ANTI album and the way he watches you twirl your ass and hips around makes him love it even more. His eyes flick back to Sakura’s, feeling horribly guilty and disgusted with himself. He shouldn’t be gawking at a whole other woman, especially his best friend. 

Sakura gives him a reassuring smile, nudging him towards the dance floor. “Go on and have fun. I’ll be fine.” But he refuses, shaking his head. “You won’t be fine to me until I know you’re home safe,” he firmly says, already taking her hand to lead her to the parking lot. “Here, I’ll drive you home. It’s no problem.” 

“But you’re still having fun here,” she protests, slipping her hand out of his grasp. “Don’t let me ruin tonight for you just because I’m feeling sick, Keigo. Seriously, go have fun. I’ll call you when I get in the Uber I’m gonna order.” 

The sound of your high-pitched laugh drifts in the air, making Keigo’s heart pick up speed. Though Sakura is giving him permission to go and have fun, he’d feel even more like a horrible person and boyfriend if he were to listen to her.

“Nah, fuck that,” he huffs stubbornly. As a waitress walks by with a tray of plates and glasses, he snatches up a water bottle and hands it to Sakura. “Stay here for a minute and drink that.” 

He doesn’t wait for Sakura to agree or protest before rushing over to the dance floor where his four friends are still acting up. “Hey, you crackheads gonna leave soon so the cleaning crew can do their job?” he hollers. You pout at him cutely, a glass in one hand and Haruko’s bouquet in the other.. “But the music is still going!” you whine in protest. 

“Only ‘cause you’re still here, baby bird. All four of you.” He nods at you, Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu–all equally as drunk and in need of sleep. “The reception is over anyway. Haven’t you noticed the dance floor emptying out or were you too busy tossin’ out your best stripper moves?” 

You begin to look around in a daze, realizing that the staff is cleaning up and guests are beginning to head to the parking lot. Rumi giggles, nudging her hip with yours. “The birdie’s right, y’all. I noticed the place has been getting kinda dry ever since the cake was sliced and the bouquet was thrown.” 

“Which I’ve still got!” you proudly yell, waving the flowers around. “Which means I’m gonna eventually find a love that I’ll marry and the rest of you single bitches can kiss my black ass.” You take a handful of your ass in your dress and squeeze it, making the girls giggle and Keigo want to kill himself. Why the fuck do you have to be so goddamn fine? 

“So what do we do now?” Rumi asks. “Just go home and wallow in our depression?” 

“That could be an option,” Keigo chuckles, “but I was suggesting we take this party somewhere else. Preferably a nightclub downtown. Anybody down?”

Your entire face changes as you gape at him at the sound of more partying. “Yes!” you excitedly shout, jumping up and down with your bouquet. “I need to shake my ass some more!” 

Nemuri sighs tiredly, her arms wrapped around Yu’s waist. “As much as I’d love to join, but I need to get this one home.” She smiles at Yu who looks like she’s about to drop, her head against Nemuri’s shoulder. “Plus, I’m in need of my beauty sleep,” she yawns, putting a dainty hand to her open mouth. 

“And I’m in need of finally getting my hands on that guitarist,” Rumi purrs, eyeing the same short-haired, Amazonian woman with the perky ass and dark skin she’s been lying up all day who is currently packing her electric guitar away with the wedding band. 

“Say no more,” Keigo snickers. “Guess this is where we say goodnight, ladies?” Nemuri blows him a kiss while Rumi gives him a tight hug. “Try not to get in too much trouble, okay?” she laughs with a wink.

She turns to you, pointing a finger at you. “And you…be careful with that bouquet.” That obviously means for you to be on your best behavior too. You just giggle which gives Keigo the impression that you’ll be doing none of that. 

Once the crew finally disbands for the evening, you come walking up to him, stumbling a bit as you do. Instantly, he grabs your arm and hooks it through his to steady you. He doesn’t need you falling and busting up your (pretty) face. “Soooo when we goin’?” you cutely ask, a small hiccup in your voice. 

“Lemme drive Sakura home and I can drive us there afterward.” He doesn’t say anything else as he escorts you over to Sakura who is still standing in the same spot he left her in. “Got somebody carpooling with us, babe!” he cheerfully states, walking you over to Sakura. She smiles at you, sipping on an ice-cold Ginger Ale can that he definitely didn’t give her. “Where’d you get that Ginger Ale?” he curiously asks. 

“Oh, your friend gave it to me,” she happily replies. “Snipe!” She points over to the snack table where guests are busy stuffing their takeout containers full of leftovers. Sure enough, pro hero Snipe is over there, wearing his mask and a cowboy hat with his navy blue wedding suit, stuffing a container full of shrimp. 

Keigo bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should say something. He’s never had an issue with Snipe and this could’ve been purely innocent, but why he decided to talk to his girlfriend now while he wasn’t with her doesn’t rub him the right way. “C’mon, you two,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around you and Sakura and quickly escorting you away from the wedding. 

The ride to Sakura’s apartment is surprisingly smooth and quick despite it being a Friday night. When he rolls up to her building and parks, he tells you to stay up and walks Sakura up to the steps to the lobby door despite her protests. He stays at the bottom steps, watching over her as she digs into her clutch for her keys. “You sure you’re okay with gettin’ inside?” he worriedly asks.

She looks down at him, the soft glow of the apartment building lights illuminating her pink hair and eyes. I’m perfectly okay with unlocking my own door, babe,” she giggles. “Now go shake your tail feather with Y/N.” 

He cracks a smile at her little joke and gives her a kiss on the cheek before she walks into the lobby. “Call me if you need anything, alright?” he calls after her, only to get a wave in response. When she finally disappears inside the building, he walks back to his car and slips into the driver’s seat.

You’re sitting in the passenger’s seat, feet up on the dashboard, and chomping down on leftover wedding cake. “She okay?” you ask, looking concerned. 

Keigo nods, strapping himself in. “Just a stomach bug; nothing to worry your drunk ass about. All you need to worry about is havin’ some fun with your very best friend.” He pokes at your forehead and laughs when you swat at him. 

“So where are we goin’ anyway?” you curiously ask, a small, excitable smile adoring your glossy, plump lips.

Keigo just grins at you before starting the car. 

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When Keigo finally pulls up to his favorite downtown nightclub, the place is completely packed. 

Clubhouse, one of Keigo's favorite nightclubs, is one of the most high-end places that Musutafu has to offer. Located in a five-star hotel, it comes with the best customer and bottle services, great music, and security guards who take the privacy of pro heroes very seriously, as does the manager. Keigo knows the guy. He had saved his life after a couple of stupid kids tried to rob the joint a year ago. Since then, he gets free bottle service and a free hotel room if he doesn't feel like flying or driving home after a nightly romp. 

He has spent a few nights at the five-star hotel he pulls up to…okay, maybe more than a few. He’s told you many of these stories that ended in drunk sex and waking up in a hotel suite, not remembering much that happened that night before. You also know he enjoys this spot over others because of the infinity pool they have on the rooftop that you have yet to take a dip in.

Hopefully, tonight, once the liquor starts talking, that will change. 

The club is jumping once Keigo parks in the valet and escorts you inside the five-star hotel. Stretching over three stories high with balconies, stairways upstairs to the bars, and crystal chandeliers, he can see bodies from head to toe. Shadows dance on the walls, illuminated by the strobe lights flashing in time with the pop music blasting from overhead.

He can feel his heart pound and his stomach jump excitedly with the vibrations of the music and the sparklers he sees bottle girls carry with them on trays of the most expensive vodka for parties of four and five. 

He is completely in his element while, unbeknownst to him, you feel out of place. “Okaaay, birdie,” he whistles, an easy smile on his face. “So we’re here…now what?”

He turns to you, noticing the frown on your face. “I have no idea,” you admit sheepishly. “It’s like now that I’m sobering up, I’m less hype to be here.” 

Keigo tuts disappointedly, taking your hand in his and ignoring the way his body sings at your touch. “That ain’t no good. Come on.”

He escorts you through the throng of bodies, ignoring the folks who gape and gawk at him. The most he’s gotten here are people begging for pictures and autographs, plus the occasional groupie. But other than that, he’s never had any trouble here. He knew it was the perfect place to bring you to get over your heartbreak. 

He leads you over to the bar and settles down next to you in a booth. “Bartender!” he hollers, waving him over.

The young man turns to him, looking bored out of his mind before he gets a look at Keigo’s face. “Yeah, it’s me, Hawks pro hero number two, nice to meet ya.” He flashes him a big, gigawatt grin. “Listen, can I get a round of tequila shots?” 

The bartender vigorously nods. “And for your girlfriend, sir?” he curiously asks. Keigo almost asks the guy what the hell he’s talking about until he realizes that he means you.

You stare at each other, both shocked. “O-Oh, no, we’re not…” You trail off, your words dying in the tense air around you. Keigo can’t speak, his mouth too dry to do so. “H-He’s just my friend,” you softly stammer. “Just a Sex on the Beach for me.” 

He tries not to let on how much that stung him: he’s just my friend. But that’s what he is, isn’t he? That’s what he's always been.

You go to take out your wallet, but like the good friend he is, he pushes your hand away. “Uh-uh, put it back,” he sternly says. “Your date just left you at a wedding, baby bird. The least I can do is pay for your drink.” 

He pulls out fifty and hands it to the bartender who hurries to get your orders. “I still can’t believe he did that,” you sigh, disheartened. “All I wanted was to try and spice things up for us sexually, and…” You put a hand to your chin, staring off into the distance, your mind somewhere else. 

“So what exactly happened?” he softly asks, trying to pull you back to reality. With him. “If you feel like talking, that is.” 

You surprisingly budge. “I asked Rumi for advice on how to make our sex better, so she suggested either spicing things up with some kinks I enjoy or talking to him about what I like.”

You cross your gorgeous legs on the stool and Keigo has to force himself to keep his eyes firmly on yours. “I’d figured a quickie would’ve been fun, but he wasn’t with it, and my drunk ass took that as an insult, so I asked for a break.” 

“Did you break up with him?” he asks, hoping to God you’ll say yes. Only because Red is such a dickhead. You look away, staring instead at the polished mahogany of the bar. “Not…technically…” 

Keigo scowls at your cryptic answer. “Da fuck’s that mean?” he scoffs, confused. You flush under the strobe lights, tapping your acrylic nails against the bar. “I asked for a break at least until the Gala since he’s so hellbent on getting his award. I didn’t want to distract him from his work.” 

“Distract him?” he parrots, the words tasting sour to him. “Y/N, if he barely has time for you because he’s too busy trying to win a fuckin’ award, then he has no busy dating you, period. He doesn’t even realize what he’s got.” You smile shyly at his words, but he is being deadass with you. He could’ve shaken you right then. Why don't you understand how special you are?

“So now you’re single…for now, at least?” he questions, doing his best to not sound hopeful or completely interested in your dating life. Your shoulders slump as you cup your cheek in your hand, your pretty lips pouting. “I guess so. Maybe I should just get like Rumi and just sleep with whoever for the hell of it.” 

He smacks the bar, encouraging your sexual liberation. “That’s the spirit!” he encourages. The bartender returns with your drink and the round of tequila shots. “Oh, look; your drink! Be careful with this one. It’s fruity and sweet so you may wanna drink it less like it’s water.”

You do so, sipping slowly on your Sex on the Beach. As soon as the liquid hits your tongue, your eyes adorably widen. “Mmm!” you hum, eyes blown and face written in joy. “Holy fuck, this is amazing!”

You wave down the bartender, animately waving your arm around. “Bartender, gimme another one of these!” Keigo stares at you, doing his best to hold back a grin. “What?” you scoff. “I’m single and sad, okay? Let me have fun!” 

He raises his hands in defense. “I didn’t say anything,” he snickers. He then passes you a shot glass and picks up his own, raising it. “To complicated relationships.” You nod, giggling tipsily. “And fuck love!” you shout before downing your shot. Keigo does the same, downing his shot and letting the tequila burn his throat before he sucks on the lime it comes with. 

For the next hour, you’re downing shots and sipping on your two Sex on the Beaches like it’s no one’s business. Of course, Keigo makes sure you take a couple sips of water in between your alcohol splurging, but even he is starting to feel the buzz of the tequila as he gives you side glances here and there, checking you out. Your legs and chest are starting to look way too good, and his cock agrees–he’s been trying to curb the boner he is sporting for the past hour now. 

When you start to feel real good and loose, one of your favorite 2000s Rihanna songs starts playing from overhead, and the vibe in the club completely shifts. You gasp happily, hopping off of your stool. “Oooh, this is my shit!” you squeal, already moving onto the dance floor. “Kei, come dance with me!”

You grab his hand and try to pull him over to the dancing bodies on the floor, but he barely budges. “Nah, but I’ll watch in case I need to drag you out of there.” 

You pout but wave him off and go off to dance alone. He watches you walk away from the sidelines, drinking in how your ass sways and bounces as you strut. When you start to dance, he just about has a heart attack. He can’t keep his eyes off of your hips, legs, or the curve of your back. Not to mention the way you bounce and twirl that ass of yours.

He inhales deeply, doing his best to keep calm, but it feels as if he’s about to explode. How dare you be so fucking sexy? What the fuck is your problem? 

He is so thankful when his phone vibrates in his pocket because he can’t promise he wouldn’t have tried to jump you on the dance floor. He slides his phone out of his pocket and grins at the caller ID, answering it without a second thought. “Well, I didn’t think I’d hear your lovely voice tonight,” he cheerfully says, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Now you got somethin’ to nut to later,” Dabi chuckles in his gravelly, deep tone. “I’ve been told my voice is a panty dropper.” 

“Well, for the chicks who dig chain smokers, sure,” Keigo wittily replies, earning a guttural laugh from Dabi in response. “What are you callin’ me for? You got your perks back?” 

“For my free days, no, and they cut my phone calls short since they’re still investigating that riot.” Dabi sighs, evidentially frustrated. “I got about ten minutes left. You still at the wedding? Where’s Y/N and Rumi at?” 

Keigo turns to you, ignoring the way you swirl your hips or how you’d look on top of him. “Y/N, it’s Dabi on the phone!” he calls to you over the music before speaking to Dabi again. “We left and we’re at a club. Rumi couldn’t hang, so it’s just me and Y/N.” 

You skip over to him, your gorgeous titties bouncing and braids swaying down your back. “Dabi!” you scream into the phone, no doubt taking Dabi’s eardrum out. “Oh, my God, Dabi, I miss you soooo much! You’re such a dick for not bein’ here!” 

“Jesus, girl, you’ve been drinking?” Dabi questions, and Keigo pictures him rubbing at his ear that you just screamed into.

You giggle hysterically, nodding despite him not being able to see you. “Yes, sir! Since the reception ended!” When the music transitions to Beyoncé’s Virgo’s Groove, you just about have a heart attack. “Kei, you have to dance with me! They’re playing Renaissance tracks!” You tug on his arm to no avail before running back to the floor like a fire lit under your ass. 

“She’s on the dance floor now,” Keigo sighs. “The girl is a fuckin’ wreck tonight.”

Dabi chuckles into the phone. “I’m guessing things didn’t go well with the bum she’s been laggin’ around?” It isn’t a secret that Dabi hates Rei’s guts too; he’s just more open about it because Dabi don’t give a fuck. 

“I’ll let her tell you, but to put it bluntly, yeah,” Keigo replies. “So now she’s here, single with her back and legs out.”

That back where he’d love to run his tongue down your spine, caressing the soft skin that contrasts with his own. And those legs that he wants wrapped tight around his waist as he strokes the gummy walls of your pussy, pushing you further into euphoria until you explode all over him. 

Dabi snorts to himself, finding Keigo’s dilemma funny. “So which do you want?” he asks. “The back or the legs?”

Keigo blushes red, glad for the dimness of the club. “Shut up,” he growls. “You know I’m seeing someone right now.”

Dabi scoffs at this, calling it bullshit as he usually does. “Someone you barely talk about and that I’m sure you barely think about. When the fuck are you gonna bite the bullet and stop beating around the bush with her, man?” 

Keigo pinches the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want a lecture. Not right now. “Dabi, you know better than anyone why I can’t do that. We’ve been friends since middle school. I can’t just tell her all of that shit. Plus, Y/N is in a vulnerable space right now. I’m just here to comfort her.” He would never forgive himself if he let his dirty thoughts make a horrible decision for him and possibly ruin your friendship. 

He looks at you now to ensure you’re okay, but is utterly confused and alarmed to find someone from the crowd watching you too. He wears a button-down that is way too tight for him and stands a good foot taller than Keigo. His eyes are lecherous and greedy as he watches you move to the music like water, your moves effortless and enchanting.

“Kei, you there?” Dabi asks. “Bitch, you’d better not have hung up on me.” 

Keigo doesn’t answer, too hyper-focused on the wolf stalking its prey. That prey being you, his beautiful best friend. Once he sees him move through the throng of people to get you, Keigo is bothered. "Hold up, Dabs. I’ve gotta go.” 

“Someone’s tryna shoot their shot at her, aren’t they?” Dabi asks, not even needing any confirmation. He just knows Keigo like that. “Send a picture to me when you’re done with ‘em.”

Keigo hangs up without replying and immediately stalks onto the dance floor. As he does, he watches the stranger brush your waist much to Keigo’s dislike. You jump and turn to him, looking alarmed despite his big grin. Your mouth moves to say something, probably a polite decline to his offer, but the stranger continues to push and even takes your hand in his. 

Keigo is seeing red. How dare he touch you? When he is finally a foot away from you is when he starts to hear your conversation in full. “C’mon, baby, what’s the problem?” the stranger asks, still wearing that stupid, predatory smile. “You’ve been dancing like you need something in you anyway!”

You glare at his nasty words, your hand balling into a fist. “I told you I’m not interested,” you snarl at him, yanking your hand free. “Leave me alone.” 

The fucker still doesn’t take that as an answer and continues to bother you, and Keigo. “Can’t I just get one dance?” he asks. He even pushes up on you, trying to take your hand again.

You’ve just about had it and roughly shove him back away from you. “I said leave me alone, asshole!” you snap at him, alarming the rest of the club hoppers surrounding you. The man’s face is written in annoyance before it morphs into a rage that is only caused by rejection. 

There is no doubt in Keigo’s mind that this man will possibly hurt you. He steps in before he can be proven right. “Hey,” he sternly says, his tone on the edge of a warning. He wedges himself between you and the man, his wings blocking you from his angered view. “She said to leave her alone. I suggest you listen.” 

The man’s eyes widen in recognition and then he begins to laugh. “You’re with him? Hawks?” He says it like he can’t believe it, even laughing to himself. “Shit, I didn’t know you were his already!” he guffaws despite your discomfort. He goes to pat Keigo on the arm but Keigo dodges his touch. “Hey, man, you’ve got a loyal bitch on your arm. You really must be paying good for that pussy.” 

That’s all it takes for Keigo to lose his cool. All self-control begins to unravel and he feels himself shifting from the cool, calm, and collected Hawks into someone else. Someone who is less willing to reason or let things go. His wings, glowing crimson red in the strobe lights, puff up and ruffle as if someone is running their hands through them and his eyes go dark.

You, the asshole, and every single witness surrounding him react with shared alarm, realizing that what may take place on the dance floor tonight won’t be a friendly dance battle. 

Keigo begins to close the gap between himself and the man until their noses are nearly brushing. The man is too afraid to move. “Listen, dickhead,” he growls, his voice dangerously low. “you caught me on a good night since a friend of mine just got married, but lemme give you some advice: you shouldn’t talk like that about people you don’t know, especially women. You best realize who the fuck you’re talking to.”

His feathers ruffle once more, making the man flinch. “I think you need to leave ‘cause you’re startin’ to really piss me off,” he whispers sinisterly. 

Before the man can reply, Keigo moves away and takes your hand in his, about to whisk you away from the BS. Whether he felt embarrassed and is trying to save face, or because he likes ruffling Keigo's feathers, the asshole speaks again. “I can see why you went for her in the first place,” he cackles. “I’d kill to take that body home with me.” 

Keigo stops, his body tense. Your hand grips his and he looks down at you, seeing how big your eyes are. ‘Don’t,’ they read.

He is willing to listen and let this shit go for you, until the dickhead opens his mouth yet again. “Just don’t let her out of your sight!” the man yells. "Bitches like her always go for the next dick.” 

Then all Keigo sees is red like a bull and goes haywire. He zooms past everyone and everything at the speed of light and is on top of the man immediately. The crowd shouts in shock and disperses as he lays one fist after another in the man's face, drawing blood from his lips and mouth. “Keigo!” you shout, your voice high and shrill with fear. “Keigo, stop it!” 

He ignores you, too focused on making the man feel pain for what the nasty things he said. For being disrespectful. “I just said to watch your fuckin’ mouth,” he snarls through gritted teeth. “You know who the fuck you’re talkin’ to? That’s my fuckin’ friend, you stupid bitch.”

His voice is low––lower than he’s ever heard it before. He doesn’t think he has ever been this angered before at anyone. But this asshole crossed the line. He doesn’t play about any of his friends, but especially you. You’re different. 

His fist continues to collide with the man’s nose again and again until he hears a crunching nose followed by a gurgle of pain. Blood splatters onto Keigo’s shirt but he doesn’t care. He can’t stop even if he wants to. It’s like a blood-thirsty switch has flipped inside of him. He suddenly feels your hands on his shoulders, yanking on him tightly. “Keigo, please stop!” you beg, trying in vain to pull him off. “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” 

“What’s going on here?” a booming voice demands. Keigo is suddenly yanked off of the bloodied man by two large hands belonging to a security guard. He scowls at the asshole and Keigo, looking pissed that he has been bothered with this.

Keigo yanks himself out of his grasp and takes your side. “This prick was harassing my friend after she told him to leave her alone,” he growls, still staring at the asshole like he wasn’t finished with his face…and he wasn’t. 

Though the man is bleeding profusely from his nose and his busted lip, and his eyes are completely swollen, the guard is taking no mercy on anyone. “She can stay,” he says, nodding at you before scowling at Keigo and the man. “But you’re both gonna have to leave.” 

The man gapes at the guard, anger written across his busted face. “But he–” Before he can protest, the guard takes hold of him and practically drags him towards the exit. “Hey!” he shouts. “Get off of me! I have rights!”

His shouts fade into the music as he is swallowed by the crowd that now stare in utter shock at Keigo. His anger has now faded, replaced with a feeling of discomfort and exhaustion at being around so many people. 

He turns to you, grabbing your hand. “Come on,” he whispers, already pulling you off the dance floor and towards one of the exits. He pushes it open, leading you two out into the side valet where he is sure his car is. He lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding as he presses his back against the club wall, letting the cool air caress his sweaty skin. “A-Are you okay?” you suddenly softly stammer, as if afraid to speak. 

Realizing what just happened, he quickly returns his attention to you and ensures himself of your safety. “I should be askin’ you that,” he replies worriedly. “You alright? He didn’t hurt you?” You quickly shake your head, still looking shaken by the whole ordeal. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I almost lost it there.” 

Actually, he did lose it completely, but he didn’t kill the guy, thank God. He takes his hands in yours, squeezing them. “I just care a lot about you,” he softly confesses, not sure why he says it so secretively and blushes when he does.

Immediately, he releases your hands and adverts his gaze though you continue to stare at him. He feels as if you’re staring straight through him into his soul, examining all of his secrets and words left unsaid. 

“Kei…” Your words are soft, your name no more than a whisper on your lips. Keigo tenses, afraid of what may come next. However, nothing could possibly prepare him for what comes out of your pretty mouth next. 

You stand in the moonlight, looking like a damn Goddess that he almost forgets you’re you–his very best friend. “Do you wanna come swimming with me?” you softly ask, your words nearly getting swallowed up by the muffled music and Friday night traffic. 

But Keigo hears you loud and clear. And unbeknownst to you, you could’ve asked him to go to the goddamn moon with you, and he’d say yes. 

[vmprmocha]

How the Pro Hero's would react to their s/o h@rming themselves

Tw// self h@rm topics, slight NSFW 🔞

Characters inculded: keigo Takami, shouta aizawa, mirko (I love her 🙈), fatgum, present mic

present mic🎤 ✨️(Hizashi Yamada):

When he found out...oh boy, he was really shocked you would do that to yourself, so he tries his hardest to comfort you as much as he can

He ask you if you wanna talk about it but if you don't want too, he'll gladly understand and make your favorite meals or goes to a convenient store to get your favorite snacks and drinks

He would place the snacks on the coffee table in front of you and put your favorite show/movie on while he cuddles you and tells you how perfect you are (AHDHXH I LOVE HIM 😭😭)

"Don't worry, little listener...I'm here for you and if anyone dares to hurt you, you come to me and confront them for you" (stole the nickname somewhere😼 /j)

Eraserhead ✏️⚫️ (Shouta Aizawa):

This man...THIS FREAKING MAN

He figured why you were acting differently and ngl he got worried about you

But when he found out you were h@rming yourself, he immensely pulled you into a hug

He was crying a bit cause he was scared to think of losing you ☹️ and told you to always come to him whenever you have something troubling you

He will cuddle with you with a cat blanket over you both

Just like what present mic did, he will put your favorite movie/show on and buy you your favorite snacks/drinks for you to make you happy and loved

"Kitten, you know I love you so much and I admire you...please come to me when it's tough because I'll be here for you always" (AWEJDJX MY HEART 😭✨️)

Hawks🦉⭐️(Keigo Takami):

He seems like he wouldn't care but he cares alot, heck..he probably has you as his lockscreen and stares at it lovingly whenever he's busy doing hero work

When he found out your scars, he transformed into protective Hawk mode and asked you what happened, when it happened, and who did it, when you told him it was you, he gave a confusing look

"What do you mean about that, baby bird??"

When it finally clicked in him, he was very surprised when he realized what you meant but saddened, so he ordered some chickens from kfc (as always lol) and heated up your blanket so you'll be warm and comfortable.

While the food finally came, he placed it on the table in front of you both and the tv, he grabbed your blanket to place it over you and hold you tightly and gave a kiss on your forehead while giving words of affirmation to make you feel loved. (ahzhxhxbd I love this man ☹️🩷✨️)

"Baby bird, you would never have to feel that way anymore as long as I'm here with you... I promise you that"

Mirko 🐇🤍

THIS WOMEN IS THE BEST AT COMFORTING OTHERS

She would be a good listener if you felt comfortable enough to vent to her. She would rub your back slowly and hug you tightly, but again, not too tight, lol

"Don't worry, my little bunny...I'll do anything in my power to help you feel better"

The same as present mic and aizawa, she would buy you your favorite snacks and drinks and place it on the table, and she would grab your comfort plushie and give it to you so you can hold it.

And just like hawks, she would warm up your favorite blanket so you'll be warm and comfortable, but she would place it on both of you

She's perfect 😭✨️✨️

Mirko will also clean your scars and kiss the places you're insecure about (forgot to add this for aizawa and Hawks 😔🤛) and, like Hawks again, she'll tell you words of affirmation to make sure you know how much she loves you and know that you are loved.

"Bunny, please come to me whenever you need to get it out of your system instead of hurting yourself....I'm here for you always"

Fatgum🍽🟡 (taishiro toyomitsu):

He would be really sad as well when he found out about your scars, but he would understand that you are going through a tough time and if it was because of some specific people then he'll do something about it for you

But if you said no, he'll ofc understand your option and would make you feel loved

Ok I hc fatgum that he would be a great chef so he will cook you any food you like to eat, he'll even use ketchup to make a heart in the corner of the plate and a card that says "love you darling, your perfect no matter what♡"

After you're done eating, he'll transform into his chubby form so you can use him as a pillow and soflty stroke your hair while lifting his head to kiss you on your forehead or whatever, he'll also rub your back and if you want to watch tv...he will find your favorite tv show or movie.

HES SO SWEET 😭😭

Like the others, he will also give you words of affirmation so you know how much you're loved and that he loves you alot

I was supposed to inculde all might and endeavor but I lost motivation:'> sorry, I just got back into writing but then writeblock came back so fast 😔🤛 but anyways hope you all liked this :]] sorry again if it was too short

[karume-everything-else]

Whumptober 2023

Day 5: Overhearing a Caretaker mildly complaining [Reader x Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)] {My Hero Academia}

A broken bone was never any fun, especially when you were just a civilian. Not like you couldn't get special treatments available for Pro Heroes, but your injury was at the point that slow healing was better for it. Recovery Girl herself told you that a quick recovery could make the bone extra brittle for a time. Given your job, that wasn't an option.

The worst part of this was your partner was taking time off to help you. It made you feel so guilty that Tai was watching over you instead of going out and doing his hero work. No matter how often you tried convincing him otherwise, this was where he was insisting on being until you could walk around on a boot.

"I just don't know what else to do." Tai's voice cut through your power nap, "[Name] has been doing alright sure, but it seems like their leg isn't getting any better."

You tried just staying still, Taishiro never let on how much he was worried about your progress or how this might affect his career. He was usually so comforting and gentle, but never very--

"It's getting a little tedious, I just don't know what else to do." He seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, maybe it was Recovery Girl... or one of his friends, "If there was something I could do to make it easier... Obviously, my hero work is slacking, but I can't just leave them to their own devices. Risk them getting hurt again, not a chance."

His voice faded again as you could hear his footsteps wander down the hall. Passing right by the bedroom while he did... whatever he was doing right now. Everything you heard made your stomach churned with guilt and anxiety. Though you definitely needed to talk to him about this.

Though bringing this up was not going to be easy, at all.

"Tai," You sat up carefully when he entered the room, "There's something I gotta ask."

"Hm?" He perched on the edge of the bed, careful to not jostle you too much, "What's up sweetheart?"

Looking him in the eye was so much more difficult, "About you not doing your hero wo--"

"[Name], sweetie. Please don't worry about that." His hand rested on your knee, "It's not a problem for me to be watching over you until you're better."

"But I'm not getting better, and you're just wasting time here when I can do for myself now." You were barely able to look at him, "Sure I'm not in the best shape, but I can do for myself."

Taishiro frowned a little, "This isn't a debate. I know you can, but there's always a chance that you get hurt worse while I'm away. I'd never forgive myself for that."

"And I can't stand by while you spend all this time here." You leaned forward, "You already have a full-time job that isn't looking after me. I get that your sidekicks can hold down the fort for awhile, but that can only get you so far."

"That isn't your problem to solve," Tai tried soothing you, "I adore that you care so much and worry. But you don't need to. My hero career will be fine, I promise."

"But I'm not getting any better!" You barked, "What if it takes too long? What if you're just wasting your time? What if I'm just holding you back? How long are you gonna act like I'm not just a burden?"

He paused, "[Name], none of that is true and you know it. I'm here because I want to be, because I care about you. I'm here because you matter to me, alright? Please stop trying to convince me of this, its never going to work, I promise you that."

You knew Tai was right, but that didn't stop you from feeling this way. Especially since you were hardly any use whether you were healthy or not. But finally looking up at Tai broke you a little. He was always super sweet, of course he wouldn't see you like that. It was just how he was...

And you would have to leave this topic alone, there was no talking Tai out of this.

[prpfz]

🐌 Hello! I am 20 and I write maybe 200-400+ words, depending on the scene. Rarely less, sometimes more. I’m pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing. And I’m looking for other 18+ that can write about the same.

I’m looking for people interested in My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, and Ghost of Tsushima related roleplays. I’m open to both ccxoc and ccxcc. For ccxoc I would prefer doubling (and I’m open to write cc’s outside the ones listed, though my characterisation might not be great), but I’m pretty flexible. All characters are 18+. 

I’m open to most pairings (I’m very selective when it comes to mxf where I play the f, though), with a slight preference for anything queer and anything poly. I’m also weak for rarepairs, just in general. And I’m open to nsfw as long as it serves a purpose for the story. 

When it comes to plot, I’m open to most things, canon-verse or AU. I have a few very vague plot ideas and AUs I’d be interested in, but again I’m pretty flexible. In general, I’m big on hurt/comfort, trauma recovery, complex relationships, gray morality and way too many other things. I’m also weak for some good action. And I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics.

My muses / The characters I’m interested in writing:

(italics for ones I’m especially interested in using, () for ones I’m a bit more hesitant with)

My Hero Academia (fully caught up on everything) Bakugou , Iida Tenya , ( Tokoyami ) , Kaibara , ( Shinsou ) , Ashido , Asui  , Uraraka , Jirou , Tokage , Hatsume , Present Mic , ( Eraserhead ) , Hawks , Fatgum , Thirteen , Midnight , Miruko , Mt. Lady , Ragdoll , Iida Tensei , Giran , Magne , 

Haikyuu (fully caught up on the anime, currently reading the manga. I don’t have a lot of experience writing for the fandom) Nishinoya , Tanaka Ryuunosuke , Kageyama , Hinata , Tsukishima , Ukai , Tanaka Saeko , Yachi , Kyoutani , Iwaizumi , ( Kuroo ) , Bokuto ; Tendou

Ghost Of Tsushima Jin ; Yuna ; Masako ; Tomoe ; Fune ; Kenzo

give a like and anon will get back to you

[darkrpfinders]

🐌 Hello! I am 20 and I write maybe 200-400+ words, depending on the scene. Rarely less, sometimes more. I’m pretty slow with replies, just as a general thing. And I’m looking for other 18+ that can write about the same.

I’m looking for people interested in My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, and Ghost of Tsushima related roleplays. I’m open to both ccxoc and ccxcc. For ccxoc I would prefer doubling (and I’m open to write cc’s outside the ones listed, though my characterisation might not be great), but I’m pretty flexible. All characters are 18+. 

I’m open to most pairings (I’m very selective when it comes to mxf where I play the f, though), with a slight preference for anything queer and anything poly. I’m also weak for rarepairs, just in general. And I’m open to nsfw as long as it serves a purpose for the story. 

When it comes to plot, I’m open to most things, canon-verse or AU. I have a few very vague plot ideas and AUs I’d be interested in, but again I’m pretty flexible. In general, I’m big on hurt/comfort, trauma recovery, complex relationships, gray morality and way too many other things. I’m also weak for some good action. And I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics.

My muses / The characters I’m interested in writing:

(italics for ones I’m especially interested in using, () for ones I’m a bit more hesitant with)

My Hero Academia (fully caught up on everything) Bakugou , Iida Tenya , ( Tokoyami ) , Kaibara , ( Shinsou ) , Ashido , Asui  , Uraraka , Jirou , Tokage , Hatsume , Present Mic , ( Eraserhead ) , Hawks , Fatgum , Thirteen , Midnight , Miruko , Mt. Lady , Ragdoll , Iida Tensei , Giran , Magne , 

Haikyuu (fully caught up on the anime, currently reading the manga. I don’t have a lot of experience writing for the fandom) Nishinoya , Tanaka Ryuunosuke , Kageyama , Hinata , Tsukishima , Ukai , Tanaka Saeko , Yachi , Kyoutani , Iwaizumi , ( Kuroo ) , Bokuto ; Tendou

Ghost Of Tsushima Jin ; Yuna ; Masako ; Tomoe ; Fune ; Kenzo

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[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Once I Had Wondered What Was Holdin' Up The Ground (but I can see that all along love it was you all the way down)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oSyU3l2 by bigfootsghostwriter “Red,” crackled through the coms. Bakugou. Kirishima breathed again. In, and out. Weathering the storm. Bakugou was talking to him. “Don’t even think about responding to that, you better keep holding up this fucking building or I’ll crumple it on top of you myself.” He was buying Kirishima time, listening to the other hero offered at least moments of reprieve. Bakugou had clocked everything about his situation, down to the fact that he couldn’t answer another question without losing his focus. “What do you say you and me get some food after this, huh?” Sound once again sparked into his ear. He could hear the background noise of sirens, the slight chatter of maybe news reporters. “There’s this new place I’ve been wanting to check out.” Then, slightly quieter, as is Bakugou had shifted away from his com, “If Uravity doesn’t hurry the fuck up I’m blasting through. I’m not fucking joking Deku, I am about to bring this building down.”   Or, Kirishima gets stuck underneath a building. Bakugou comforts his Atlas. Words: 1957, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Mentioned Rock Lock - Character, Mentioned FatGum - Character, Mentioned Gang Orca - Character Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Third Year Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Villains, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Quirk Exertion, Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Soft Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Fluff, Minor Injuries, blood mention read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oSyU3l2

[funeral-grayy]

Summary: Kirishima gets you out of the house

Series Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni, cheating, angst, comfort, slightly suggestive near the end

Tag list: @holywolfsstuff @hypernovaxx @nightriver99 @kyrah-williams

Chapter Four:

The walk to the cafe was nice, summer was easing into fall and all the bright oranges and reds were out. This was easily your favorite season, right as summer was turning into fall. The weather wasn’t too cold yet and still had the slight touch of summer to it. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed while you were holed up in the spare room. It felt short but three weeks was more than enough time for a season change. You vowed now you’d never let time slip away from you like that again. It wasn’t worth it and he sure as hell wasn’t worth it. Kirishima gave your hand a gentle squeeze, signaling your arrival and pulling you from daydream. This was a cafe you frequently visited with your friends, spending afternoons studying or just catching up. Kirishima led you to the back of the cafe and to a small table tucked in the corner. He was hoping you wouldn’t run into either Denki or Jirou but he’d figured it would be safer to be more out of sight. He wasn’t sure how you’d handle seeing either of them, now regretting his decision to bring you in public. He could have easily just made you watch movies with him or something. Fuck, he wasn’t thinking. He must have been obvious because you reached across the table and grabbed his hand. 

“Please stop worrying about me, I’ll be fine. I promise I won't go back to how I was.” You reassured him, giving him a sad smile. Your state must have really done a number on him, if he was worrying this much. Guilt quickly crept into your mind but you pushed it out, knowing there was no sense in dwelling on it. All you could do was try to be better and prove it to him. The waitress came by and took both of your orders from Kirishima, your eyes widening in surprise, not even realizing he’d paid that much attention to you. It’s true you were here often with him but it was always a group hangout, and you couldn’t remember anyone's order. How did he manage to remember yours? You didn’t have enough time to ponder it, as the waitress returned with your drinks. You and Kirishima fell into a comfortable conversation, you asking about his work at Fatgum’s agency and him asking about your schooling. You were in the middle of talking about an upcoming project when you saw a flash of yellow out of the corner of your eye. You could feel a lump starting to form in your throat, you hadn’t seen him in almost 3 weeks now. The minute someone moved out of the way and you got a clear look at him, all you felt was anger. You didn’t have any room for hurt, not with him. He didn’t look heartbroken or upset, no, he was currently looking down at his phone and smiling. So no, you weren’t upset or hurt, you were livid. You bit your lip and turned back to Kirishima, giving him a pained and very fake smile.

“It’s fine, just distract me.” You knew immediately he had caught on to your distraught look and put two and two together. Someone had walked in, he just didn’t know which of the pair it was. Kirishima reached across the table and grabbed your hand, stopping it from shaking so much. 

“Hey, hey look at me. Y/n keep your eyes on me. I’m so proud of you right now. You could have gotten up and stormed out or you could have caused a scene but you didn’t. You’re doing so good. You’ve come so far from 3 weeks ago.” You couldn’t have torn your eyes away from him if you even tried. His words felt so good to hear, making you feel warm and you knew he was being honest. He was right though. You’d come so far from the girl weeks ago. Even the mention of Denki’s name would have you in tears and running back to the comfort of the spare room, but now? Now you were brave and you could even be in his presence. You weren’t perfect though, of course you were angry and wanted to scream and shout. But you could reel those feelings back. “Why don’t we head home? I feel like watching movies and pizza would be a better option than this.”

“Yeah, let's do that.” You both quickly gathered your stuff and left the cafe, thankfully able to avoid being seen. The last thing you needed was Denki to see you with Kirishima. You imagined their friendship was already strained, hanging on by a thread and you really didn’t want to make it worse. The guilt decided to creep back in as you two made the walk back to the apartment. You hadn’t really had time to think about how this might mess up the friend group. What was happening to the weekly dinners? Had they just had them without you? Who was hosting them? It was usually Kirishima and Bakugo who hosted the dinner’s, seeing as their place was the biggest out of everyone's. But you hadn’t heard or seen anyone around the last few Fridays and neither of the boys had left. God, you hated how much this situation had affected this group of friends. You knew you weren’t the only one involved but it felt like it was completely your fault. If you were just removed from the equation, everything would be fine. You could feel yourself starting to spiral and quickly grab Kirishima’s hand. You knew you were overthinking all of this and getting worked up. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, which in return grounded you. He had a way about him, he made you feel so safe. 

The walk back to the apartment was uneventful, the guilt almost completely out of your mind. Once back inside, you needed just a moment to yourself and went into the bathroom to wash your face. You were proud of yourself, you didn’t make a scene and you didn’t break down, two things you thought you would have done seeing Denki for the first time since you caught him cheating. You thought it would be hard to get over him, hard to get  past his cheating. I guess it was easier to hate him, than anything. You heard voices in the hallway as you threw some water on your face. They were hushed, but loud enough that you knew they were there. A smile crept up on your face as you patted it dry with a towel, you knew Kirishima had more than likely filled Bakugo in and now they were waiting for you to come out. You knew they were worried you’d retreat back into your shell but you had no desire to return to that state of your life. When you opened the bathroom door, you were right, they were both right there. Kirishima was at the end of the hallway, while Bakugo was right there, leaning against the opposite wall of the bathroom door. Kirishima knew to give you space but Bakugo didn’t give a fuck. He had given you 3 weeks of space and he was done with that. 

“Kiri? When did we get a puppy?” You asked, looking down the hallway at Kirishima and nodding your head towards Bakugo. Kirishima tried to hide his laugh as he turned back into the living room, leaving you and Bakugo alone in the hallway. Bakugo clicked his tongue at your joke and rolled his eyes. Yeah, maybe he wasn’t giving you any space to breathe but quite frankly he didn’t give a shit. He’d be annoying as fuck if it meant making sure you didnt lock yourself up in the spareroom again. 

“It’s okay Suki, I don’t mind. You’re such a good boy.” You said as you patted his cheek affectionately. The blush that covered his cheeks and tips of his ears was adorable. You smiled as you went to follow Kirishima to the living room, Bakugo now standing alone in the hallway and at a loss for words. The combination of your sweet voice and good boy, had his dick twitching in his sweats. He knew you did that on purpose, there’s no way you didn’t. He readjusted himself in his pants and made his way to the living room as well. He continued into the kitchen, watching you struggle to grab a mug off of the top shelf. A smirk appeared on his face as he approached you. Two could play this game. He pushed the length of his front, to your back, pushing you against the counter and placed a gentle hand on your hip. A soft gasp escaped your mouth at the sudden contact. He lowered his head a bit and talked directly into your ear. 

“Here, let me get that for you.” He reached up over you and grabbed your favorite mug, placing it in front of you. He stood behind you for another beat, his body still pressed against yours. He squeezed your hip and then took a step back. You could feel how wet you were now and just from that small amount of contact. Fuck, Bakugo wasnt suppose to make you feel this way. Neither of them were. But you found yourself thinking about them all goddamn day. Bakugo with his soaked shirt and abs, Kirishima with his sincere words and handsome face. You really needed to get a grip and fast. 

“Thank you, Suki. Do you want tea as well?” You asked sweetly. Before Bakugo had a chance to reply, Kirishima popped his head in to inform the both of you that he had to cover Tamaki’s patrol tonight. As you went over to give him a hug goodbye and kiss on the cheek, Bakugo took over and turned the kettle on for you, as well as getting your favorite tea bag and tossing it in your mug for you. After saying goodbye to Kirishima, you turned back around and watched as Bakugo took out the almond milk for you as well as some sugar. How did he even know how you liked your tea? You were almost 100% positive you’d never told him before or even drank tea around him. You silently watched as he poured boiling water into your mug, the way he bit his lip while he concentrated. He stood back and just stared at the mug for a second before turning to you, slightly embarrassed being caught by you. The air felt charged, you'd never been alone with Bakugo like this before.

“Quit yer fuckin’ starin’. I’ll go grab a blanket for the movie” He grumbled out as he passed by you. How were you going to survive the night alone with this man? You became so flustered whenever he was in your proximity. It was only today that you noticed how much both men really truly cared and took care of you. Even looking back at the past three weeks, they’ve done nothing but care for you and make sure you were comfortable and safe. God, how dumb could you be? Falling for not one but two of your friends? At the same time? No, it didn’t matter because you couldn’t go there with either of them. Bakugo had something going on with Ochako and Kirishima was Denki’s best friend.They were both off limits and you knew you were going to have to remind yourself of that many times tonight. Once your tea was done and you’d added the milk, you made your way to the living room, setting your tea down on the coffee table. You sat as far as physically possible from Bakugo, not eager to be close to him right now. The moment you two had in the kitchen earlier was still weighing heavy on your mind, so you didn’t exactly trust yourself not to act on your feelings. You hadn’t quite figured out if he’d meant to rile you up or not, but you decided you’d rather play it safe tonight.

“C’mere, why you sittin’ so far away, pretty?” God, his voice was so rough and gravely that it sent a shiver right down your spine. Alright, maybe your plan to sit far away from him was now backfiring. He patted the spot next to him and lifted the blanket. You huffed and got up to sit next to him. You’d planned to leave at least a little bit of space, but it seemed like he had other plans. He pulled you into his side, arm draped over your shoulder. 

Yeah, you were screwed.

[rowan-sins]

Unknown Event Hurt/Comfort

Fatgum x Reader

Trigger warning under read more

Author’s note: I’M SO FUCKING GLAD THIS IS DONE THIS WAS MY LAST QUEUED COMMISION. I’M GOING TO GO EAT PEROGI’S AND ENERGY DRINKS AND CRY OVER SOMETHING TOTALLY RELEVANT TO THIS FIC

Trigger warning: police being bastards, reader is crying (not panic attack but very shaken), hawks slander

Fatgum’s heart started racing as he heard his phone ringing through the locker room of his hero agency. His day had just ended, and he was exhausted, the kind that ached down to his bone, but all he heard was the special ringtone he had for the Tokyo police department.

The Xylophone chimes, despite being an extremely relaxing sound for most, never failed to make his heart beat out of his chest and his stomach fly into his throat. Just hearing it made his adrenaline rush. Carefully, as not accidentally drop the towel around his waist and scar poor Kirishima and Tamaki for life, he rushed across the room and fumbled with answer the phone.

“Hello, Fatgum speaking,” he said, when he heard static at the other end of the line he continued, “what kind of emergency requires you to call me an hour after my patrol on my personal cell-phone?”

“It’s me,” you said into the phone, your voice sore and tired, “it’s me babe.”

The situation only got worse from here, it seemed. He felt the towel slipping and pulled it back up before he scared his poor interns for life. He tucked the phone between his head and his ear and used his now free hand to gesture the two of them out of the room. He’d like privacy for the rest of what was about to transpire. “What the hell are you doing at the Tokyo Police Station?”

“I… um,” you pause, he can hear the gulp of air you make as you try to stay calm, “I need you to come pay my bail. I understand you’re probably still working, it’s only six o’clock in the evening-“

“It’s eight-thirty,” Fatgum corrects, “how long have they been holding you?”

He hears you choke up and his heart breaks, “since four.”

“They’ve held you since four and didn’t give you you’re phone call until now?” He asks, infuriated.

“Yeah, the put me in this metal room and asked me a whole bunch of questions about-“

“Did you answer them?” He asks. He knows you didn’t do anything, you’d never do anything, you were one of the sweetest, peaceful people he knew. Your hands were far to soft, fragile even, to do anything that’d land you in an integration room. You were incapable of causing trouble, between your gentle personality and lack of quirk. If anything, you were often on the receiving end of it, like right now.

“No-“

“Don’t tell me anything else until I get there.” He interrupts. “How much is it?”

“130,000 yen.”

“God, I’m about to-“ he pauses, knowing full well this line is monitored. “I’m on my, I’m taking the company car, honey.”

It’s not long before he leaves the locker rooms, hair still dripping wet but in civilian clothes. “Do you boys need a ride to the U.A. dorms?” He asks out of consideration. He knows they’ll take the bus, it runs for another three hours and they’ll get home just fine even without.

“We’re good, thank you Mr. Fatgum,” Kirishima answers.

“Okay well I have to go handle a personal emergency, if you need anything my secretary is more than capable of handling any issues that arise. Ask her if you need anything.” And with that he was off. They’d never seen him move so quickly off the battlefield, they noted.

He was in the car, keys in the ignition and foot on the gas pedal before the door was all the way closed. He clutched his steering wheel at every red-light, and in a fit of frustration turned the radio off all together, jamming the on/off button in a fit to get it to stop playing Super Bass by Nicki Minaj.

He made sure he parked the car in one of the guest spots before walking into the station, where several officers enthusiastically greeted him. He kept his face in a stern line, and between him being in a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, and the way they’d never seen him don a more serious face, they knew something was wrong.

“Where is she?” He asked when the police chief came out to see him.

“Where is who?” The police chief answered.

“My partner. You unlawfully held her for over four hours,” he answered. Seethed would be more accurate but the BMI hero doesn’t seethe. He doesn’t hiss words through his teeth and he doesn’t cross his arms over his chest, knowing full well that the muscle under it was enough to lift a car. But here he was.

You were escorted out by the two officers shortly afterwards. It was like you were waiting around the corner, waiting for the police chief to signal your release off-handedly. As soon as your handcuffs were off, you ran into your boyfriend’s arms, embracing the safety and warmth of his hug.

It wasn’t long before you were being escorted off the premises by him. They didn’t even make him pay your bail, it was as if they knew they’d fucked up as soon as they saw him. You sat in the passenger seat of the car, trying to unpop the power button of the radio so you could listen to something. Anything. This silence was killing you.

“What’d you do?” Fatgum asks softly. Quietly, even. The hurt in his voice was worse than the stagnant silence from before. You wish you could go back to it.

“They accused me of a jewelry store robbery.”

Fatgum looked genuinely shocked. “Pardon?”

“Yeah, that was my reaction when they put me in quirk cancelling cuffs and accused me of all of this stuff.” You threw both your hands on the dashboard, to hold you upright so you didn’t curl in on yourself. “Explained how I “used my quirk” to slip through the walls and grab the jewelry and leave. Said they got my face on the security cameras.”

“And you said they’d held you unlawfully since four?”

“They snagged me off the side of the road on my way back home from work,” you clarify, “just pulled over, pulled me into the cop car and drove off with me, I thought I was being kidnapped.”

Fatgum’s large hand took up a good portion of both your knees, however the large thumb rubbing circles into it was more than welcome, familiar even.

“And you told them you were quirkless,” he asked.

“Yes. They said I was lying.”

“And they didn’t check your medical records?” He asks.

“I think they only let me make the call after they searched my wallet, and saw no quirk on my ID and the photo of you I keep opposite.”

His eyes brighten. “You keep a photo of me in your wallet?!” He’d completely forgotten the situation at hand.

“Yeah,” you say sheepishly, “I keep it opposite my ID so whenever I close my wallet we’re kissing.”

Fatgum’s heart melts into his chest. “Shucks, sweetheart,” he finally manages out of his mouth, “let’s go home, and order some takeout.”

You smile softly. “I managed to get a coupon for KFC, if you wanna stop by there on the way home.”

He makes a face. “And run into hawks? No way!”