#hakamata x reader

[frickingnerd]

best jeanist comforting his self-concious s/o

pairing: tsunagu hakamada / best jeanist x gn!reader

summary: you worry that you aren't good enough to date the pro hero best jeanist but he proves you otherwise!

being with one of the top heroes of japan can be hard, since all eyes are constantly on the two of you

everyone has an opinion about your relationship and the two of you, even if they don't even know you

best jeanist seemed to be able to deal with those comments a lot better than you were, as they seemingly didn't even faze him

you however couldn't help but worry that perhaps those people were right

maybe you really weren't good enough for him. maybe he would've been better off dating another pro hero like mirko or ryukyu! 

of course, your boyfriend had noticed how your mood seemed to worsen over the last few weeks, as more magazines started to cover your relationship with each other

eventually, best jeanist decided to confront you about it, asking if you're okay, since you've been so distant the last few days

you first tried to brush it off, but ultimately you couldn't help but ask him something that's been on your mind all this time

"do you think i'm… good enough for you…?" 

best jeanist froze for a second, sighing softly, before gently pulling you into his arms

"i wouldn't be with you if i didn't think you were the best. sure, i could find someone else who might look better, earn more or is more popular, but that's not what i want. i only want you. you're the best in my eyes, no matter what anyone else says!" 

[curiousquirks]

Day 10 | Best Jeanist x F!Reader (18+)

Overstimulation | Wet Dreams

Content Warnings: Somnophilia, Oral (Female Receiving), AFAB Reader, Bondage, Overstimulation

Word Count: 1,144

Summary:  What kind of man would Tsunagu be if he just left you alone when you were having such an interesting dream about him. Better to wake you up with a surprise.

One of things you loved most about Tsunagu was his hands. He always kept them impossibly soft, taking the extra care when he wasn’t on duty as a Pro-Hero. The way they felt as he held yours as he walked beside you, his thumb tracing across the back of your hand had you light as air. He knew how much you enjoyed his hands, and he had no issues intentionally teasing you when he knew you were looking. 

It could be something simple, it didn’t have to be much. The ways his hands guided across the book he was currently reading, your imagination doing the rest of the work as you sat beside him. Other times, it was more obvious. Such as how his hand moved its way towards you, resting itself on your leg. He mindlessly traced lines on your bare skin, something so simple that had you wanting to squeeze your legs together. 

He knew though, of course he did. You had stopped paying attention to him reading as you felt his fingers trailing up your skin as they were now sitting on your inner thighs. He continued rubbing them against your skin before resting his hand fully against your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. This got your attention back over to him as you glanced in his direction. He was already staring at you though, his book closed and sat beside him. 

Things moved quickly though, faster than you thought your mind could have processed. Your shorts were taken off, his fingers tracing along your bare skin as he positioned himself between your legs. You moaned, your cunt eagerly throbbing with want. He chuckled at your desperate state, rubbing his hands up and down your legs. He stretched your legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, placing a kiss against your skin as he slowly started sinking down between your legs.

Your hand reached down and brushed his blonde hair out of his face, as he placed a kiss against the wet patch on your underwear. You hummed, using your legs to bring him closer to your body. A twitch of his fingers and your underwear becomes unraveled, giving him easy access. His tongue starts running across your folds and you let out a gasp.  His hands rested on your waist as his fingers dug into your skin, holding you in place. 

“Tsunagu…” You moaned, as you tried moving your hips against his mouth. “Ahh–feels so good…”

His lips wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking on it lightly which was causing your head to spin. You kept trying to wiggle your hips, desperate to grind yourself against his tongue. You felt his fingers twitch and move against your waist. The threads from your shirt unraveled before combining with other things out of your view. They then shot down and quickly fused with the fabric on the couch, tightly holding you in place. You whined, tapping your foot against his back as he gave slow licks against your throbbing clit.

“Come oooon…Not fair.” You whined, only getting a chuckle in response as he lifted his head up. “I wasn’t even moving that mu–Ahh fuck!”

You moaned as his fingers swiftly entered you, curling perfectly inside as your walls sucked him in. The pleasure had your head feeling fuzzy, it felt strange. You bit your bottom lip as he pumped his long fingers inside of you. The pleasure was intense and sudden, part of you wondered why. That heat built up quickly in your core and the tension tightened, your leg muscles starting to tense up. Your vision started getting blurry and fuzzy, when you suddenly heard Tsunagu’s voice like it was being whispered in your ear.

“Wake up.” He said.

Your eyes shot open, staring up at your bedroom ceiling. You didn’t get to process much before you felt that intense pleasure from before coming slamming back into your senses as your walls squeezed around his fingers. You looked down, locking eyes with Tsunagu as your orgasm slammed into you. You cried out, squeezing around him as he kept pressing his fingers against the spot inside of you, the base of his hand pressing against your throbbing clit. You reached down, grasping at his wrist to try to get him to stop. The pleasure was becoming too much, it was consuming. You didn’t even have the clarity to realize you weren’t dreaming anymore. 

“Stop, stop, please…” You gasped out, curling your body forward as your muscles tensed up. The pleasure was hurting but sending sharp tingling that had your mind cloudy but he didn’t stop. “Ah, ahh, I can’t take—Fuck please…”

In one swift motion he slid his fingers out of you, ripping the air out of your throat. You didn’t get to collapse against the bed for long though because he immediately started rubbing his fingers against your clit. Your back arched as your legs locked around him, your shuttered gasps combined with the mixed pleasure had your head spinning.

“Gah, wait wait WAIT–” You cried out as the pain from the intensity got too much. “T-Tsu, wait h-hang oon…ooh god, ahh…”

His fingers suddenly stopped forcing your body to harshly collapse back onto the bed. Your chest rising and falling with a rapid speed as you struggled to catch your breath. Your legs dropped from around him as you blinked slowly, trying to get any coherent thought back into your mind. His face was suddenly in view as he moved himself up to hover over you; a soft smile on his face like he wasn’t just causing your brain to melt from pleasure.

“Good morning.” He said, reaching a hand up to run across your cheek. “At least I hope it was for you.”

“Shut up.” You immediately shot back, panting. “What was that?”

“You were having a dream about me, wiggling around like you were trying on the wrong size jeans. He explained, a playful smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “And you were moaning my name.”

Good thing your face was already flushed. “Oh.” You replied, quietly. “I didn’t know–I mean I’ve never done this before–”

“It’s okay. It was certainly a surprise but I wasn’t going to leave you completely helpless.” He interrupted. “That’s why I helped myself in easing your little problem.”

“I think you did a little more than that.” You joked, the ache in your muscles really setting in now. 

“A little punishment for fucking the me in your dream instead of the real thing.” He said, leaning closer to you. You went to open your mouth to object but the sudden feeling of your fabric around your body suddenly fusing to the bed beneath you took your attention away. “Ah, ah, ah, just let me handle it. We’ll just continue and finish where I’m sure your dream was headed.”

[battydora]

pros reacting to you pulling them by their belt.

content: mildly suggestive , drabbles , adult reader!! , gn. reader (no body spec.) , however f. reader on midnight!!! (wlw) , confident / bold reader , established relationship (edgeshot, eraserhead, midnight) , situationship (best jeanist) , pet names , reader implied to be a hero (best jeanist) , reader calls midnight "mama" affectionately , reader is an UA teacher (eraserhead, midnight) , reader is a highly ranked and popular hero w sex appeal and shit you also have a kid attending ua (snipe) , also reader is taller (snipe)

a/n: this trope is such a tease ONGAWD. totally got excited with best jeanist don't mind me y'all, my man, thank u to my man

characters: edgeshot, best jeanist, eraserhead, snipe, midnight

EDGESHOT

–eyes widen for sure. you appear from behind him, surround him and your hand sneakily having its way with his belt so when his eyes are solely focused on yours he doesn't expect when he's being pullen against you.

–his cheeks turn red when his body bumps into yours, he definitely gulps to keep his composure, he tries so hard to not budge but his heart is racing like crazy and the sly smile in your face doesn't help, he loves when you take iniciative like this despite making him so flustered.

–"you need something, love?" he mutters out, eyes fixed on your lips. "mmh? do i need a reason to spend time with my favourite hero?" praises are his weakness, his blush expands to his face whole and closes his eyes shut, trying to regain power over himself but is caught off guard when both your hands slide all the way to his hips and then his butt.

–"you're just teasing now" he recognizes as he sighs defeated, knowing he can't resist your touch and rests his hands in the crooks of your neck gently. "i was teasing since the moment i got here" you add grinning, now leaning forward to kiss the skin of his exposed neck sweetly and squish his butt with adoration, not knowing what you were putting the man up to, he melts under your touch and don't expect him wanting less.

BEST JEANIST

–it is a day you arrive to genius agency only to salute the one and only fiber hero, who turns out to be the one you're in a situationship with. it is common to arrive and see a lot of people moving around and working, it is number three's agency after all, an active and abuzz workplace is something to expect but today specifically seems to be a very busy day.

–it is a coincidence indeed that while walking through the agency looking for the denim dressed hero you find the aforementioned walking alone in one of the hallways, you smile once you spot him and speed up to him.

"hey jeanie! how's it going?" your cheerful demeanour barely startles the hero once you step infront of him, stopping his walk, instantly wondering why are you there.

"y/n? what a surprise to see you at genius agency. what brings you here?" he asks in a collected manner, his gaze softening at the view of you, smile disguising behind his suit.

"oh nothing, i was just passing by on my break and wondered how the most handsome man on earth would be doing so i decided to pay him a visit" he closes his eyes and tilts slightly his head downwards at the compliment.

"you're so flattering as always, i adore that you keep me so in mind" he stares at you again as you gift him a grin.

"of course, why wouldn't i?" you shrug your shoulders proudly and then rest your hands on your hips, staring the man into his eyes "so? how's your day going? busy as always? oh, i hope i'm not interrupting something important by the way" you excuse yourself quickly, you passed by without really thinking it through but you see him shake his head.

"it's been quite busy today, we have a lot of work going on, a lot of brand new interns and novice heroes to form but your presence here does not bother me a bit, it actually brightens the day" your eyes shine at his words and your smile widens.

"oww, you're so sweet" you answer bringing your hand to your chest, endeared, his words flutter happily around your mind "but it's a shame you're too busy, i'd really like to take you out on a date one of these days" you add, to which he nods.

"yes, me too i admit, we are not spending much time together lately" he sounds a bit dissapointed, since he starting hanging out with you, he realized how much he enjoyed spending time with someone off duty, especially with you, you seem to bring him this relieving joy to his everyday life he appreciates very much.

"that's a shame, i kinda miss you" you say taking a step closer to him, gazing away "so that pushes me to crash into your agency like this" you add playfully, he sees through your actions a little, the sudden approach makes him lift a brow.

"that's not so bad, at least we get to see eachother, even if it's for a brief moment" he plays along, acting casual.

"yeah..." you go silent for a moment, then look at him again "but i really hope i'm no trouble here, don't wanna bother our number three hero too much" your hand reaches his jazzy belt to fit your index finger between it and his jeans and rapidly pull him towards you, your voice comes out teasing this time, a sly smile on your face, paying close attention to his reaction.

he was caught off guard but plays along naturally, yet hypervigilant that no one is around, he is a man that cares a lot about his public image, he can't imagine having to deal with comments about his sex life in social media just because a fellow hero was too close to him at work. which he minds, a lot, and you know that and still like to tease him, but he does not complain at all. tsunagu looks at you, smiling despite his collar covering half of his face.

"as i said, you don't bother me a single bit, you're always pleasant to have around" his voice deepens, you can tell, and the look in his eyes expresses approval while they remain attentive to the place surrounding you, that exact focus is the one you aim the most to break.

"yeah? then it wouldn't mind if take a minute or two of your time" your brows rise and loosen in a fast movement, implying that you would want to drag him into the closest private room as soon as possible, you pull him even closer by his belt, enough to have your bodies touching.

"you're playing with fire here, y/n" he mumbles, convinced that he already fell into your charms.

"then what's left for you than to reform me? discipline is not part of my vocabulary" you avow, challenging, your hands threaten to grab his hips but your clothes tighten around your body and you're pullen away quickly, best jeanist acts casually as a clerk walks past the two of you, greeting the hero. once they walk around the corner out of your sight, tsunagu flicks his fingers again, using his quirk to control all the fabric of your suit again and bring you close to him, a bold look in his green eyes.

"i can teach you a thing or two about discipline. let's go" you smile and bite your lower lip as he releases you and starts walking towards his office, you following closely behind, it doesn't matter how many things must be done and how busy the day is, he will always manage to make time for you.

ERASERHEAD

–shouta finds himself blinking twice the second he's walking through UA's halls nose buried in the exams he had ready for his students and suddenly being dragged by his belt buckle completely distorting his route as you make him face you. appearently he was so focused in his work he didn't even notice you were walking to him, so now having his body so close to yours in such unexpected motion, makes him blush for a brief moment. his mind muses the event, thoughtfully thinking about the hand that's still grabing his belt, is it weird to get turned on by a belt pull that totally doesn't mean to?

–"hey, where's my hallway kiss?" you tease playfully, pouting your lips into a kissing manner, to which he blinks back to reality and frowns. "we're at work, it's inappropiate" you whine in reply and let go of his belt "aw babe, you always say 'iT's iNaPprOpiATe' when there's literally no one around" you pout and complain while he continues to prove his point, he disliked PDA... more than average "out of school hours and hero duty is when we get to be a couple, right here, right now we're teachers, now move."

–you chuckle and let him go, you know that's how he is but you never want to miss the chance to tease him, however you aren't entirely aware of what you caused seconds ago, shouta sticks to the feeling of you pulling him towards you by his belt, the thought spins in his head for the rest of the day, wondering if you'd ever do it again though he'll never ask.

SNIPE

–you're used to cameras following you wherever you go, wether they're reporters or crazy paparazzis following, that's the price a popular hero like yourself has to pay for being highly ranked and having a great celebrity profile, people grow curious about you and your personal life and while trying to saciate the curiosity, stalking becomes a hobby, at this point you don't really care but you take it personal when they try to involve your child with your hero profile, you're relieved it's UA the school they attend to because the Principal doesn't allow journalists or reporters in, which helps you feel like your child is safe from media. however it's still stressing when you have to pick them up from school.

–hopefully no creepy stalkers followed you today, it is a pretty chill day so you don't have to worry about your child being exposed to media as much. you walk into UA, you would normally wait for your kid outside but today you have to reach one of the teachers to talk about some things about your kid's grades so you decided to pick them up directly by their classroom. when you're about to walk around a corner, someone unexpectedly runs into you. you skillfully react and hold to this person's belt and pull them towards you roughly so you won't fall aswell.

–this person, who seems to be a man with a cowboy-looking appearence, bumps into your chest abruptly out of inertia "hey cowboy, don't trip" you say playfully as soon as you assure your balance and the stranger's, letting go of his belt and smiling down at him.

–it takes him a moment to react but when he does he seems flustered by the fact of being that close to you so he takes a step back accomodating his hat and then kindly apologizing "i apologize, i should've watched where i was going" he bows respectfully as he speaks, to which you smile.

–"don't worry about it" you manage to wink at him before continuing your way to your kid's classroom. once your tall figure goes distant and eventually dissapears from his sight as you walk, snipe slams his hand against his forehead, eyes totally wide and cheeks fully red, he is lucky to have a mask to cover his face but the man is a flustered mess, not only because the unusual proximity, the belt pull AND the unbelievably high tension of a three second situation but also that it was his hero crush he bumped into.

MIDNIGHT

–you sure catch your woman off guard when you drag her to a lonely hallway in UA after school hours, just about when all the teachers are about to go home and all the students left. her mouth curves into a grin at the excitement glowing in your eyes and plays along. "oh? where does this come from?" nemuri asks, sky blue eyes looking directly into your own.

–"nothing in particular... i just, spent my day missing you, mama" you answer playfully as your hand reaches her belt and begins to pull her towards you, walking backwards until your back hits the wall behind you.

–your motion immediately makes her belly flutter, you are being so tempting right now she does nothing more than follow you instantly with a unsettling smirk on her face, she does not hesitate and as soon as you hit the wall, she slams her hand next to you head, gluing your bodies together as her knee sneakily seeps between your thighs. "and how is it that you can't even wait to get home? we're at school right now, sweetheart, you missed me that much?" "a whole lot, baby, i want you so bad" when you answer that with a playful smirk on your face, she giggles as she leans to your ear to whisper your lewd sentence "you needy little thing, i'm gonna ruin you so bad."

thanks for reading!

[erasethedarkness]

Silver Threaded Lining -Day 6 | Blind Date / Setup- (Best Jeanist x f!Reader)

Summary: Working at a news station had its perks- and one of them included being friends with a popular newswoman. When asked to take her place in a blind date, you were skeptical but wanted to help her out, accepting the request in the end. Neither of you had any idea what was in store for you once you arrived at the venerated Chateux de Joel Robuchon. 

Note: Ship and reader requested by Every.man.at.midnight on Ao3!!! Also, this reader insert is… definitely a more larger than life one. Like, it’s probably not really relatable, but hopefully it’s still one that can suspend your beliefs. The reasoning for this is that I wanted to take into consideration the type of person Best Jeanist is, and this is what I came up with and what felt most intuitive to me. Also, I’m tempted to write a sequel or turn this into a series? Just because it’s … so… fantastical and extra? Let me know what you guys think. Hopefully I didn't butcher his character since this is my first time writing for him. 

Theme Song: Tell Me Baby - Red Hot Chili Peppers 

Reader: Female (requested)

Words: 2908

Tell me baby, what's your story…

Working as a makeup artist was one of your greatest pleasures. You got to mess around with different palettes, special effects, and meet people from all walks of life. Professionally, you were employed by one of the top news stations, which gave you the opportunity to work on celebrities and heroes. And for fun, you ran a special effects channel with a fairly sizeable following and sponsorships from various makeup brands. Life was pretty solid and good, though you were too busy to focus on every aspect of it. With your work and social life booming, it was only natural that your personal and romantic life were neglected.

“Say, (Y/N), are you free tomorrow night?” one of the news anchors asked as you worked on her makeup. Her eyes were closed and brows raised, so you couldn’t make out much of an expression as you applied some shadows, but you two were fairly close and you could be honest with her. In the workplace, she was basically your best friend.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Well… could I ask you for a huuuge favor? Please? I’ll seriously owe you one.”

You paused from her makeup, cuing the newswoman to open her eyes and look at you. She was faced with a somewhat worried and skeptical expression as you inquired more.

“What trouble did you get into?”

“It’s not trouble!” she quickly defended herself before sighing and closing her eyes so you could resume your work. “It’s just… One of my friends set me up on a date, but I’ve been talking to this guy from SVME a lot lately and I think we’re hitting it off really well, so... I don’t really wanna go on this date. But, you’re single and pretty and talented and, like… I think that whoever my friend’s got waiting for this date is gonna be a great person and maybe even a good fit for you. It’s someone she’s trying to set me up with, so… it’s not like I mean any disrespect, y’know? I’m just asking for a favor, one girl to another. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please?”

You listened to her argument, meticulously applying false lashes and then blending it into the eyeliner so it looked flawless. Taking a step back, you looked at her face to make sure it was symmetrical and up to standard.

“You have no idea who the guy is?” you sighed, giving away that you were seriously considering it. You wanted to help her out, and it’d been about a year since your last date because you were just sick of bothering when you had other things to do, like manage a successful channel on top of working.

“Not at all. She just promised I wouldn’t be disappointed. So… hopefully you won’t be either?”

With a sigh, you told her to open her mouth so you could apply lipstick. “...Alright,” you agreed. “What are the details?” She went into everything she knew- time, location, and expectations- and promised to reimburse you for any money you’d potentially have to spend. You nodded, simply noting everything.

The following night came, and you gave yourself a final look over before leaving. Your makeup was perfect and set, you weren’t worried about your lipstick fading or distorting with dinner, the dress you picked was elegant, flattering, and trendy, and the heels you wore were both fashionable and comfortable. You were aces. The friend you were doing this favor for sent you a car that would take you to your destination, and without time for a moment’s hesitance, you were chauffeured to the rendezvous.

From the moment you arrived, you were treated no less than royalty. As soon as the car pulled up, a valet opened the door for you. “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle. Bienvenue au Chateux de Joel Robuchon,” (“Good evening, Miss. Welcome to Chateux de Joel Robuchon,”) he greeted you with a bow, gesturing towards the western inspired establishment with an immaculate white glove. You smiled politely at him with a small nod of your head, stepping out gracefully. The valet closed the door behind you, the car leaving a second after, and you were left with a small walk across the elegant courtyard to the four-story building. When you arrived, the doors were opened for you once again, and you were greeted with a fusion of elegant French and Japanese hospitality and grace.

It really was like being in a castle. A host came to meet you and took your jacket, while a hostess guided you to the second level where the restaurant and lounge operated. She asked what name the reservation was under, and you gave her your friend’s. With a smile, the hostess suggested you help yourself to a drink at the Rouge Bar while you waited, as you were the first to arrive. Finding that agreeable, you were escorted to an elegant, more than fully equipped and stocked lounge. It was dark with warm, golden lighting that made the red walls something sensual and alluring, rather than loud or intimidating. Black leather furniture beckoned you to take a seat wherever you pleased, and you were promptly met by a waiter offering a drink menu. You ordered a light wine to sip at while you waited for your mystery date, and gazed around the bar. At least it was going to be easy for him to figure out who he was meeting- you were the only lady waiting alone.

As you reclined and sipped, you noticed some of the patrons’ behaviors change. Eyes were skirting to and from the entrance and voices hushed themselves. You managed to hear a woman whisper to another, “Oh my goodness, is that… That’s Best Jeanist!” The temptation to turn around and see the hero for yourself was great, but your dignity and pride were greater, so you didn’t flinch or move to follow everyone else’s gaze. Bringing the wine glass to your lips, you tasted it once again before noticing the curious eyes beginning to fall on you.

“Miss (Y/N)?”

You knew that voice- you knew it from countless interviews, and having met the hero once when he appeared on your news channel. Of all the makeup artists, you were the lucky one who got to powder and touch up his already faultness face. With fluid timing, you blinked while gracefully turning your head to the speaker, eyes opening with an almost hypnotic look. A single green eye received yours, its match hidden beneath fastidiously combed and treated blond hair. His expression was covered by a square silk scarf that was both tasteful and contemporary, complimenting his navy three piece suit. It was no wonder this man was at the forefront of men’s fashion.

“Best Jeanist.” You acknowledged him by his hero name, a calm and sweet smile on your lips. Although you couldn’t see it, you hoped he was smiling from the way the corners of his eyes seemed to just barely move. The hero bowed to you, his hand extended to help you stand, creating a scene that was almost impossible to believe- both to you and those spectating. Delicately, you lifted your hand from the wine glass and placed your fingertips into his palm. With nimble finesse, his fingers curled behind yours, thumb gently crossing over your knuckles as you rose to your feet, and then respectfully let go as you thanked him.

Your thoughts raced as you two were escorted to your table. How could your friend pass this up? On top of that, how did she not know that she was going on a date with Best Jeanist? And who was her friend that was able to convince the No. 3 Pro Hero to even go on a blind date? You had so many questions that were going to be answered the next time you saw her.

A new elegance welcomed you as you two entered Joel Robuchon Restaurant. Dreamy gold lighting and draperies warmed the walls while black dominated everything else. Tables were blanketed in a silky black cloth, their legs just as dark and matching the chairs that framed them. Polished and shining black vases and centerpieces decorated the tables while the flowers, accents, and plates were a stark and contrasting white. It was beautiful and even surreal- especially for a first date, set up or not.

Agreeing on the 6-course specialty menu and a bottle of wine to share, the date began smoothly. You both expressed your preferences and were pleasantly surprised to share some similar tastes, needing to compromise on very little. Starting off this way allowed an immediate familiarity to develop between you two, the conversation becoming more natural and effortless as a result. He made you smile and you made him laugh, all before the bread basket arrived. Even though you were sitting across from the revered Fiber Hero, you didn’t feel any pressure or unease. It honestly felt like you two were on the same page, the same level, in the same ballpark, and just… equal. Already, there was a foundation of mutual respect laid down, and he even asked you to call him by his name as you two worked through the six plates, taking your time and getting to know each other.

“So how is your recovery coming along?” you asked him in a soft voice with genuine concern and interest. Everyone knew the damage he took from All For One and that he would be resting for an unknown but extended period of time.

“Quite well,” he answered professionally. Although he’d been looking at you all night, his gaze became a bit sharper at your question. It wasn’t that he was soured by it, but you could tell it was something he was fairly guarded about. He was able to walk and move, yet there must have been more limitations than before.

“Is that the newsroom answer?”

The hero chuckled at your perceptiveness, making you hope again that he was smiling afterwards. Your imagination was vividly curious of what it would look like, but that was something even you weren’t bold enough to ask yet.

Offering your own smile to him, you carried on gracefully, unaffected by the closed off topic. “I’m glad that you’ve recovered as much as you already have, and look forward to seeing you back in action,” you supported. “I think only the greatest heroes could survive and recover from such grave injuries. It really shows you have so much you want to live for.” Your sincerity softened that steeled look he gave you, and eased away the faint tension that came with it.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” His voice was casual again. Even with the composed and dignified way that he spoke, you were able to pick up the differences between his relaxed and formal speeches. “Experiences like this are rather humbling, for better or worse. They remind us all that heroes, too, are human.”

“Had you forgotten that you were, Hakamata?” There was something coquettish in your voice, bolstered by the confidence you had in catching the nuances he expected to slip through.

“It’s easy to forget,” he responded, meeting your coyness with his own. “I am greatly honored to be a widely received hero and icon- as accessible as the availability and handiness of denim itself. Such responsibilities require a near superhuman balance in life.” The way he spoke of his popularity was anything but arrogant, showing that he took this all very seriously. It wasn’t simply a job or profession- being a hero was an identity that everything else conformed to. “In its own way, the time necessary to heal is a kindness.”

His words were enchanting with the way he spoke. Each syllable was magnetic, tempting you closer to the person across from you not as a hero, but as a man. Your conversation was scarcely interrupted by the restaurant’s staff, plates coming and going as if phantoms were providing them. In this moment, there was only him in your field of view. “How so?”

“It’s the only reason a moment like this is possible right now,” he explained with a foreign glint in his eye. You couldn’t help but wonder if that was what it would look like if eyes could smile. “While we’ve met once before, it was brief and strictly business. Wouldn’t you agree this time is a benevolent result of my injuries?”

Your lips pulled back as you chuckled softly, your cheeks lifting with a smile as you blushed and averted your eyes. For the first time tonight, he charmed you, and he did it without relying on fame or prestige. Seeing a break in the conversation, the attentive wait staff approached your table, retrieving the empty plates and bowls, pouring the last of the bottle of wine for you two, and then presenting you with a dessert trolley that could rival entire bakeries and chocolatiers. An espresso list accompanied the sweets, and you two ended up with the same order, save for a minor detail in your truffles. One was accented by raspberries, and the other by thin orange slices.

“Only in part. This was also the work of our friends, wasn’t it?” you teased him with a mirthful smirk.

“That’s true,” he agreed, explicitly acknowledging for the first time that this was a blind date. “However, no amount of planning could make two unwilling people meet in circumstances like this. Close encounters are perhaps the strongest reminders that, as humans, we seek a love and intimacy beyond praise and fame. And if I may be candid, (Y/N), I’m honored to have been recommended to you. It may seem silly, but… I do place trust and faith in a close friend’s suggestion.”

Once again you blushed, closing your eyes this time as you took a sip of your cappuccino. He was more of a gentleman than you expected- and you certainly had high expectations for such an exemplary hero.

“I take it you’re skeptical of those you meet on your own?” The question was rhetorical. “I suppose you’d have to be; there must be a plentitude of people with ulterior motives seeking your attention and affection.” You placed your cup in its saucer, your hands coming together in your lap afterwards as you sat ladylike with a sweet smile on your face despite the seriousness of your words. “For what it’s worth, I had no idea who I’d meet tonight. When you offered your hand, it felt like a dream- this whole date has.”

At last, you could tell with certainty that Best Jeanist was actually smiling beneath that silk scarf. His handsome expression was as joyous as it was composed, and you were proven very wrong in believing he couldn’t become more of a heartthrob.

“If we continued meeting, would I be able to convince you reality was better than a dream?”

You were stunned by the smoothness of his words. As a rule of thumb, you were exceptionally skeptical of charismatic men, but you made an allowance for the one across from you tonight. While others came off as womanizers and playboys, Hakamata seemed knightly and trustworthy. After all, the whole of Tokyo trusted him with their lives- including you.

“I would love to find out.”

As you two finished dining, the bill was directly handed to the hero. You offered to pay, or at least cover part of it, but his kind eyes and voice told you there was no need, and the expenses were already taken care of. He took the bill, and you could make out that it seemed like some sort of letter before he folded it and slipped it into his breast pocket. Standing, he opened his hand to you once again and guided you to take hold of his arm as he escorted you downstairs. You two walked with a closeness that evolved over the course of your extravagant dinner, and he waited patiently for you as you received your jacket before escorting you outside.

Before getting close enough to signal the valet to open the door, Best Jeanist stopped with you. His arm shifted so that your hand fell into his as you turned to face him. “May I see you again, (Y/N)?”

Your eyes gazed into his and noticed that his hair was pulled back just enough to allow you to see them both. You couldn’t help but grin a bit widely, your teeth just barely showing as you nodded. “Yes,” you answered in what only came out as a whisper. That unmistakable joy gleamed in his eyes at your response, and you two exchanged personal contact information. When it was all saved, he finished walking you to the familiar car that awaited. Just as you were about to sink into your seat, your date brought your hand towards his lips, his other coming up to the scarf and lowering it just enough so he could give it a proper kiss, covering his face afterwards as he brought his eyes to yours.

“Thank you for this wonderful night. I look forward to the next.”

You blushed as you thanked him in return, the door closing soon after and the driver taking you back home. This was a night you’d never forget, and the idea of future ones with him quickened your heart.

… You’re so lovely, are you lonely?

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

i know it's niche but like 👉👈 headcanons for dating Best Jeanist

mf is so classy and formal with you for a while but like it’s super sweet, mainly at the beginning of the relationship when he feels like he has to keep up his fancy attitude constantly

but once he’s comfortable and fully trusts you relationship wise he’ll start showing you softer sides of himself, you’ll even get to see him with his morning bedhead 

when he asked you out he was so thankful for his shirt covering most of his face cause he was trying to be confident and romantic but he was blushing like crazy

he tries his best to be confident around you but for some reason he gets so flustered around you - but he respects that cause not many things can fluster him

there are a lot of fancy dates, like expensive restaurant fancy dates

he does enjoy small romantic ones as well though, such as picnics under the stars and such

he really would like to keep you out of the public eye, but it is difficult to do so when he’s one of the top pro heroes, so it will most likely get out that he’s dating someone and eventually it gets led back to you

when he’s asked about you in interviews he goes back and forth between wanting to brag about you extravagantly and not wanting to say anything in case villains try to use you against him

him going shopping with you and helping you pick out clothes or whatever

plz when you pull down the top of his shirt so that you can give him a kiss he basically melts he thinks it’s so cute

when bakugou was interning with him he would come home and tell you about the angry blonde boy he had high hopes for and it was really funny cause everything he was describing about him sounded so tiring but tsunagu seemed so proud? 

he’s probably the type to get you up early in the morning so that you can take a shower together and get ready for the day together, he likes spending this time together 

likes rom coms, he doesn’t consider them date nights as much as you do cause he feels date nights should be grander but - date nights where you watch rom coms and eat take out (which is also a rare occurrence) 

gives the best forehead kisses 

he rambles a lot to you about everything, and he does it almost theater monologue like it’s super interesting 

will make you stay healthy, as in he’ll make you healthy food and make sure you drink water and go to sleep at a reasonable time and all that

[i-need-entertainment]

Best Jeanist with an S/O who’s also a Pro Hero

Character: Best Jeanist x Pro Hero reader

I hope these turned out okay!! I went with scenarios, cause I couldn’t think of what to do for a oneshot, but I had ideas for this! I hope you enjoy anon!!

You guys met at the Hero Billboard Chart Japan.

You, Y/n L/n are known as the Pro Hero Allure, you had a quirk that allowed you to use, manipulate, etc. All metal (think...magneto lol).

You two hit it off fairly quickly, since you took your job seriously and were fairly mature as a hero.

You started off as friends; you would help each other out with cases and often patrolled together.

But after awhile you both started to catch feelings...

Which wasn’t a bad thing since they were reciprocated! 

But...you both were also pro heroes, and popular ones at that.

So on top of your jobs being very dangerous there’s also the aspect that you both are basically celebrities as well.

You decided to ignore your feelings, hoping that eventually they’d just go away.

But after ignoring them and avoiding him for months you realized they weren’t going away, because you had fallen in love with him.

You of course were about to find out that he had fallen in love with you too.

After having a very long talk You two started dating!

You tried to keep your relationship under wraps, at least in your professional lives, you both wore masks so it didn’t matter in your personal ones!

....until a certain winged hero took a selfie and posted it without checking it first...it just so happened to show you and Jeanist kissing in the back ground...

That went viral f a s t.

After your relationship is outed you two become the official power couple of the hero world.

And the entire world for that matter.

You’re constantly sought out for interviews, modeling gigs/photoshoots and in general it gives you lots of good publicity.

He’s also a very good boyfriend, he’s supportive, reliable, honest and gives good solid advice!

He isn’t crazy about you being in danger, but he feels better because he knows first hand how capable and strong you are, let alone the fact you’re a solid hero.

He is normally a pretty laid back kinda guy, and he’s like that in a relationship too! 

...Until you get injured.

Then you can expect Jeanist to go into full, 100% Dad Mode.

l e c t u r e s  you. 

Not in a demeaning way! He just cares about you and wants you to STAY ALIVE DANGIT!

...Also it’s not like you don’t do the eXaCt same thing when he gets injured too lol.

You two have been dubbed the ‘Mom and Dad’ of the hero world, known for ‘parenting’ interns and young sidekicks. (...You two kind of unofficially adopted Bakugo ngl...)

All in all, the two of you have a strong and healthy relationship, and having work in common has done nothing but strengthen that relationship!!

[hydrangeasimagination]

Pride HCs

Happy Pride!!!!!

Let's get some of that representation!!

I usually keep things up in the air as gender neutral as possible but here we fucking GOOOO!

I already wrote Trans Boyfriend HCs for Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinsou HERE??

Might write more stuff like this later on!

~ Dari

Bakugo Katsuki + Gay Brother

literally the first person you came out to

he's practically preening with pride that you trust him more than anyone else to tell you first

helped you come out to Mitsuki and Masaru despite knowing full well that they'd accept you too

already intensely protective

homophobes get blown up, no questions asked

was going to subject your s/o to the 'you hurt him, I hurt you' talk anyway so that doesn't change

doesn't really care who you date as long as he treats you well... though will give you the side eye if it ends up being Deku

cackles at the jokes you will most definitely make

his favorite being; "I make gay jokes because I am a gay joke."

Hakamata Tsunagu / Best Jeanist + Drag Queen Boyfriend

ohhh???

wigs? make up? heels? costumes?

please, he's so in love with you and absolutely fucks with whatever aesthetics you're going for, he's smitten

will absolutely help you with hair and costuming without hesitation - not to mention things like tucking

chuckles when he sees you decked out in the padding before the clothes go on and will go along with whatever persona you were planning on going with

attends all of your shows or has someone else tape them

gets you tons of make up and new pieces surrounding the plans for your next looks

absolutely helps you design everything if you'd let him

kisses you no matter if you're decked out in full make up or not

favorite things to see on you are platforms and body con dresses, makes him weak in the knees

Kirishima Eijiro + Trans Girlfriend

walking embodiment of TRANS RIGHTS!!!!!

so, so fucking supportive and proud of you that you are living your best life and being who you are

he admires you so much and doesn't fail to make you feel like the prettiest thing to ever walk

swooning 24/7 over your smile and always ready to be your hype man

somehow really good at braiding?? like, professional level good???

not one to solve things with violence... but will 100% fight for you and your honor

punched a transphobe without hesitation - will do it again, you can either hold him back or shout 'World Star'

lots of compliments and kisses to go around, holds you whenever you feel bad or dysphoric and does what he can to make you feel beautiful

extra serving of body worship???

Midoriya Izuku + Lesbian Sister

has and will split open skulls for you

metric butt-fuck-tons of research after you came out to him and supports you whether you choose to tell others or not

cries enough for you both when you tell Inko - of which made her burst into tears

he admires and loves you a whole lot!!! double since you had the bravery to speak and want to be yourself

fights for a world you can also be happy in and wants to be seen as your hero one day, openly advocates for LGBT rights afterwards after his debut as a pro hero because of it

wants to make you proud by being his best self too

awed when you flirt with girls and furiously takes notes on your techniques

starts including sexualities in his hero analysis book - one of the pages are dedicated entirely to you.... because you're also one of his heroes

panics when you cry upon hearing that

... knows Kacchan had a small crush on you and nearly laughed at his reaction when you came out

[90s-belladonna]

fake texts w/ pro heroes

ft. hawks, edgeshot, mt lady, miruko, kamui woods, present mic, eraserhead, fatgum, best Jeanist, & endeavor

~ A/N: sorry for the late upload, I’ve been kind of busy today. anywho, somehow super thirsty reader and a confused enji is my new favorite dynamic to write (?) ~

🌸 tune in later today for “fake texts w/ the best girls”

☆ Master List

☆ Fake Chats

[quirkfics]

best jeanist with sharing scars ?

Truth be told, neither you nor Tsnuagu carried many scars.

The ones that you do carry could be written up to coincidence. Small things like the faintest rounded edge of a burn that could be from any number of items in day to day life. Curling irons, hot pans, the edge of a cigarette lighter.. So honestly? You both suspect that you’re soulmates, but you don’t quite have the proof. 

Not until this year anyway. Not everyone gets the echoes of pain that sometimes accompany the scars, but you’d gotten a fierce ache in your midsection when Tsunagu had been hurt. You’d been confused, and considering calling a doctor to make an appointment, when you got the call about Tsunagu. All you’d had to do after that was lift your shirt, heartbeat loud in your ears, to spy the uneven edges of what promised to be a monumental scar. 

“Good news,” you tell Tsunagu through tears and a ragged smile a few days later, when he’s no longer delirious on painkillers, “I am your soulmate, so you’ll never be rid of me now.”

[myeternalsin]

Did I Just Say That Out Loud?

Best Jeanist X F!Reader

(Y/N) meets up with her best friend Chris as he forgets his lunch and begs Y/N to drop it off. After her third encounter with Best Jeanist, (Y/N) can’t help but admire his ass in those jeans of his~

(Y/N) sighed as she stepped out of the cab with a brown paper sack after handing over her change to the driver and closed the door. “Thanks for driving me, I’ll catch a different cab to work so I don’t waste your time.”

(Y/N) looked up at the blue and white agency building named Genius. So this is where her friend Chris worked at? (Y/N) wasn’t going to lie... This didn’t look like Chris’ type of work at ALL! It was polished and neat, Chris is more EDGY and DARK.

‘Maybe I should go in and ask the front desk?’

(Y/N) walked up the stairs to the right of the building and headed through the side door. She walked straight to the receptionist man in the middle of room to ask for Chris. As soon as (Y/N) stepped into the agency, she felt her cheeks glow as all eyes were on her! A human being could hear the click-clack! of her red bottom heels for over MILES! This was clearly a male dominated agency, no wonder Chris wanted to work here. He could have ALL of the eye candy he wanted! What is this agency anyway?

“Is a Chris Wonders available? I was told to drop off his lunch when he was free.” (Y/N) inquired as the receptionist stared up at (Y/N) as if he had never seen anyone of the opposite gender on Earth.

“Y-Yes, he’s up on the top floor at his desk, you can take the elevators over there to see him.” The receptionist stuttered and slowly pointed his finger to the elevators.

“Thank you!” (Y/N) smiled warmly to the man and made her way to the elevators.

The doors opened and were empty as (Y/N) took the next one up to the very top floor. Floor #5. (Y/N) looked down at her watch as the elevator rose.

‘Half of my hour is left until I need to clock back in, about fifteen of the drive will be to get back to work. I suppose I’ve got a little bit of time to spare to see how Chris is doing.’

(Y/N) heard the elevator ding! while being dragged out of her thoughts.The first sight that (Y/N) saw was a whole wall of denim fabric rolls in different shades of blue. She cautiously stepped out of the elevator as her heels softly tapped against the two shaded checkered tile while scouting through the metal desks clustered together with computers and chairs at each desk for Chris.

(Y/N)’s eyes drifted though the men at their desks as they too stared at her, until her eyes met the center of the back room with a dark and heavily-lashed green eye glancing in her direction. (Y/N)’s eyes stood still in time staring at Tsunagu, while his were agape to see (Y/N) here. What was (Y/N) doing at his agency? 

“(Y/N)! My savior is HERE!”

(Y/N) whipped her head to the slightly left to see her best friend Chris... and wearing jeans with a graphic button down shirt of avocados and brown dress shoes?

“Guuuuurl, I thought I was gonna DIE if you didn’t get here soon!” Chris joked as he walked down the aisle of desks and snatched the brown paper sack out of (Y/N)’s hand, an evil glint in his eyes as he though of what to devour first from his packed lunch.

(Y/N) crossed her arms and huffed while jutting out her hip slightly in embarrassment. “Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?”

Chris was a Cheshire cat as (Y/N) looked over to see Tsunagu approach them. (Y/N)’s stomach fluttered about as she could feel Tsunagu’s presence. Warmth shocked through (Y/N)’s body as her cheeks became rosy once again and Chris stood at attention by (Y/N)’s side.

“I wish to thank you for the meal, and I wish for you to finally get a man-WHY HELLO BOSS MAN! How is everything going? I just asked my best friend to drop off my lunch! (Y/N) this is my boss Tsunagu Hakamata A.K.A Best Jeanist, and Best Jeanist this is my best friend (Y/N) A.K.A the woman I’ve been talking about.” Chris veered off with his speech as Tsunagu’s eyes pierced into (Y/N)’s being. 

“Well, I’m gonna go eat at my desk-BYE!” Chris zoomed off and to his desk near the very edge of the cubical while bringing out a pair of binoculars to observe from afar.

(Y/N) started at Chris with bewilderment and heard Tsunagu’s chuckle bring her back to reality. 

“It seems we meet again, perhaps this is the fabricated strings of fate?” Tsunagu towered over (Y/N) slightly with that glint in his eye from their last encounter.

(Y/N) could have sworn she saw him smile wide behind that tall denim collar of his as (Y/N) relaxed her shoulders while thinking ‘Why not, I might as well take a chance.’ 

“So it seems. It looks like I owe you that coffee date.”(Y/N)’s watch beeped! indicating to leave and grab a cab to get back into work.

“Would this Saturday around eight work?” Tsunagu questioned as he walked (Y/N) back to the elevator. 

“That would work great! I could use a coffee and company before going into work at ten.” (Y/N) gave Tsunagu a lopsided smile as she thought about the rush of clients they’d have at the shop while pressing the bottom button to bring the elevator back up to their floor.

“Shall we meet at the Starbucks down the corner from here?” Tsunagu asked once more as the elevator was brought up and opened its doors.

“That sounds like a plan! I’ll see you then Tsunagu.” (Y/N) gave a soft smile as she walked into the elevator.

“It’s a date, Miss (Y/N)” Tsunagu turned around to walk back to his desk, and (Y/N) could help but stare at his backside while she pressed the first floor button.

“Damn, he’s got an ass in those jeans!” (Y/N) thought...

(Y/N) saw Tsunagu whip around to look at her as the doors were closing, his eye widened with surprise once more.

“Wait! Did I just say that out loud!?” (Y/N) yelped, mortified that she spoke her thought out loud!

“Buh-Doop!”

(Y/N) scrambled though her purse as the elevator arrived to the lobby floor. She whipped out her phone as her face exploded red in horror.

*I got my first one shot written! FINALLY!!!! Not gonna lie, i feel like this is waaaaaaay longer than what a one shot is supposed to be. I apologize about that! Please, let me know what you think! I’ll be coming out with more one shots soon! Request are open as well! *

~MyEternalSin

[love-toxin]

day 9, suspension; best jeanist.

a/n: kinktober day 9. obsession, kidnapping, quirk kink, suspension, masturbation, forced orgasm, lemon.

word count: 1k

"Impeccable."

The click of boots against the tile floor echoed off the walls, the only other sounds being the soft shifting of fabric, and deep, steady breathing. You dared not to struggle from your binds, the burning palm prints on your thighs a reminder of what would happen if you did.

So you kept still, your feet dangling off the ground by a few inches--because you had been suspended from the ceiling, your wrists tied up above your head, and the undone fabric of what was once your pants digging uncomfortably into your skin. The strands of denim had been stripped apart into ropes to bind you with, across your chest and over your legs, and of course, there could only be one hero to have put you in such a position...and he was currently walking circles around you, observing you like a human would watch a tiger in a cage. Or, perhaps, as a tiger would stalk its prey.

"...Simply impeccable. One could do without the fear in your eyes, though."

His shoe squeaked against the floor, as he came to a stop in front of you to survey you further. What did he expect after stealing you away in broad daylight, ridding you of most your clothes, and tying you up like a hanging slab of meat? Gratitude? Admiration? Love?

"I'm speaking to you."

You were tempted to scowl at him, at the risk of making him lose his temper--but before you could, there was something much more distracting going on between your legs.

You hadn't noticed that he'd made a knot of some of the fabric you'd been restrained by...not until it began rubbing at your entrance, the skin so sensitive against the unfamiliar texture.

"N..N-Nnh.."

You bit down on your lower lip, struggling desperately not to moan as the knot moved back and forth, rubbing into your most private and tender areas, and inadvertently making you start to drip down your legs. And the pro hero in front of you watched the spectacle, eyes locked on the perverse act he caused between your soft, plush thighs.

"...You need not be afraid. As your lover, I would never put you in harm's way. I would never give you anything but the absolute best.."

Lost in the frantic struggle to keep your composure, you barely registered the sound of his pants unzipping, nor noticed what he was doing in front of you until his face began to flush a deep, heated red.

With one hand gripping your waist, his quirk tore down your calm façade, and his other hand wrapped around his cock to slowly pump himself to the rhythm of the fabric rubbing into your sensitive spots. No matter how you squirmed or wriggled in your binds, Tsunagu held you in place, not allowing you to ignore how he was pleasuring himself for your eyes alone.

“I’m eager to...prepare you, my love. Soon enough, once your training is complete...I can’t wait to give you every piece of me..”

He had started off fast, and didn’t appear to have any intentions on taking his time--a fact that just made this all the more anxiety-inducing. It was already humiliating to be exposed to him in this way, and even worse to moan and whimper as he caused the fabric to rub you in all the right ways...but watching him masturbate while he groaned your name, and knowing that this was likely not the first time he’d done it, was making your head spin.

In your distracted thoughts, though, you were brought back by the sound of him huffing a breath, sweat beading down his otherwise unblemished face. His eyes pierced into yours like daggers, not searching for something, or trying to intimidate you...but something else, something more intimate than you could understand. And then, you jolted upright at the feeling of something warm brushing between your legs.

“..Aroused, are you? You flatter me, my dear. Prove how good you can be for me…”

His hand had drifted from keeping hold of your waist, and you cried out involuntarily as his lean fingers pressed past the knot of cloth and explored the depths of your most private areas. You flinched at the wet, churning sounds of him pressing inside you...and you desperately tried not to show how much hotter it was making your core burn inside.

“...And I will make love to you in a way you’re never going to forget.”

Your eyes had been shut tight, trying to block out what you’d been plagued with--but when you opened them again, just as he was coming to his end, you couldn’t stop the way your eyes widened in shock.

Somewhere along the way, he had tugged off the belt holding up the makeshift mask that was part of his jacket, the costume pulled open so not only his chest was open to see, but also his mysterious face.

His tongue hung out of his mouth, longer than you would have guessed, and practically dripped with fluids that you didn’t want to dwell upon. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose flushed so dark as if he had a fever, and his eyes...well, for how composed he had appeared until now, you were stunned to see them nearly rolling back as he became lost in pleasure.

Tsunagu, the pro hero you had always admired, and now the man that was holding you captive...was handsome. You fought against the idea in your mind, but it couldn’t be helped--you found him attractive beyond belief, and not only that, but the face he was making as he stilled his hand and moaned, cumming all over your bare thighs...it forced the guilt to rise in your chest, as you finally squeezed your legs together and shuddered through your own mind-numbing orgasm.

The afterglow came quickly, your brain white and body like jelly as you hung there, distantly feeling his fingers pull away and the fabric slipping off of you. And within moments, you felt the restraints holding your arms over your head come loose, and suddenly you plummeted towards the floor, only to be cushioned by a warm, sturdy chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you upright even as your legs failed to steady you...and with your body hot and slick, and his heartbeat thudding slower and slower, you found only enough strength to shudder as he muttered into your ear.

“Your hero is here, my darling...so close your eyes, and let me take care of you. Always.”

[forgeandgredimagines]

Request: From your prompt list, can i have 136 for Tanaka,126 for Daichi,127 for Best Jeanist & 142 for Nishinoya please ? (@tachibanahime)

Prompts:

126.) “I believe in you.”

127.) “Only you matter.”

136.) ”It’s a mistletoe.”

142.) “Can I sleep here?”

Prompt List!

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

The school bell rang loudly signaling the start of lunch, the loud ringing consequently woke you up from your much needed nap. You groggily lifted your head, rubbing your eyes and yawning loudly. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you noticed the oh-so-familiar face of Tanaka staring right back at you. You jumped slightly, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"Tanaka! Don't do that!" You scolded, he only gave you a toothy grin in reply. "What do you want? Where's your lunch?" You added after noticing that he didn't have his lunch box with him.

You and Tanaka usually ate lunch together, you'd push your tables together and spend the period trading food and goofing off. You two have been doing that since junior high school.

Tanaka laughed sheepishly "I forgot it at home." You rolled your eyes at him, how typical of him. He clasped his hands together and started pouting at you "Please come with me to the canteen."

You groaned lazily "But it's too far! We have to climb down all those stairs and then back up again!"

Tanaka started shaking your arm like a fussy five year old asking his mom for candy "I don't wanna go alone! Please come with me. I'll--I'll buy you anything you want!"

This piqued your interest. "Anything?"

"Anything." He repeated. You promptly stood up.

"Fine then, you better buy me some bread then."

Tanaka grinned and followed after you. You opened the door out to the hallway and was about to leave the room when something caught your eye up above. Tanaka also seemed to have noticed the bundle of leaves tied to the doorframe.

"It's a mistletoe... " He muttered.

Your classmates behind you noticed it as well and started giggling. The boys wolf-whistled and started chanting "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Tanaka quickly shushed your rowdy classmates, silently praying that nobody, especially not you, noticed his red cheeks. He'd been crushing on you since your first year together at Karasuno. He never told you though, fearing that your friendship would suffer if you knew about his feelings.

"Hey, hey, stop it! We aren't going to kiss okay! I don't want to force them to kiss me just because of a mistletoe, I'm a gentleman, okay, I'm not gonna force myself onto them." Tanaka started rambling, looking anywhere but you. You smiled knowingly at the flustered boy.

"So you're saying you want to kiss me?" You teased.

"I'm not saying I wouldn't want to--I-I'm just saying that our first kiss should be romantic and real, you know, not caused by some leaves taped together--not that I thought about us kissing! I just-"

You interrupted the rambling and panicking boy by pecking him swiftly on the cheek. He froze immediately and grew bright red. You smirked at his reaction and walked out of the room of your screaming classmates and leaving the flustered and ever so red Tanaka behind.

Daichi Sawamura

You scanned the halls of the sports center and quickly spotted the familiar faces of the Karasuno volleyball team amongst the large array of different volleyball teams.

You squeezed past the numerous tall players and quickly made your way to the team. The team all greeted you warmly, Tanaka and Nishinoya maybe a bit too enthusiastically. You were glad to see the gang but you were really hoping to see your boyfriend before the match.

"He left to get some drinks." Kyouko stated, your searching not going unnoticed by the manager. She pointed to which direction Daichi had gone to. You thanked her and quickly headed to where she pointed to.

You found Daichi sitting on a bench in a secluded corner by the vending machines. He was crouched forward, his face covered by his large hands.

You sat down beside the male and placed a gentle hand on his back. He jolted up at the touch but relaxed upon seeing that it was only you.

"Don't scare me like that!" He scolded. You smiled softly "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine." You gave him a stern look, he sighed defeatedly and sat up straight.

"I just--I'm going to mess up later, I just know it." He started, looking anywhere but at you "I haven't been performing well at all this week. I'm just going to bring the rest of the team down with me. What kind of captain am I?"

You placed your hands on his cheeks and turned him to look you in the eye. "Hey, don't think like that. You are an amazing volleyball player and the best damn captain the team could have. You could never let the team down, in fact, you're the one that helps build them up."

You stood up and grabbed ahold of his hands. "Come on, Daichi, you can do this. I believe in you, we all do."

The male let out a soft chuckle. "What would I do without you?" He got on his feet and kissed you softly on the lips. He then quickly started walking away, dragging you along with him. "Let's go! I've got a game to win."

Tsunagu Hakamata (Best Jeanist)

You sat crouched by the hospital bed, your head resting on your arms, fast asleep. You haven't left Tsunagu's side ever since the villain incident two days ago.

You two were out on the streets walking back to your car when a villain suddenly appeared, ready to blast you with his quirk, which allowed him to shoot blasts of hot air from his arms. Before you could get hit though, Tsunagu used his quirk to push you aside and got hit by the quirk instead.

His torso had been burnt significantly and he was pushed back into a wall, hitting his head. The doctor said he would be fine and that he'd wake up after a few days but you still felt worry and guilt eating away at you. You couldn't help but feel like it was your fault that he got injured.

A hand started gently caressing your hair and you suddenly jolted awake. Tsunagu was awake a small smile on his face. "Morning."

You pulled the male into a tight hug, careful not to touch the burnt areas.

"I can't believe you." You whispered into the crook of his neck "What if you had died? Are you crazy?"

"It was either you or me, and I'd much rather be the one in the hospital bed and not you."

Tears prickled your eyes. "I'm not that important okay, you shouldn't sacrifice yourself for me like that."

He frowned and took your face in your hands, wiping the tears from your eyes. "How could you say that? Only you matter."

Tears kept spilling out of your eyes, you took ahold of his hands "Let's just  try to avoid getting attacked by villains during date nights."

The male chuckled softly "I think we can do that."

Nishinoya Yuu

"Okay, maybe I should just stay the night." You said defeatedly as you stood under the safety of Nishinoya's porch, your open umbrella held uselessly in your hands. It wouldn't have made a difference whether you had it with you or not in this storm.

Nishinoya only grinned cheerfully excited to be able to spend more time with you. "See, I told you!" He gestured towards the pouring clouds. "It's raining cats and dogs out there, you'll only end up drowning."

At these words, the sky suddenly lit up and a loud crack came from the sky. You sighed and backed away from the porch and into the open front door of the Nishinoya household.

Nishinoya was extremely excited to have a sleepover with you, you two haven't been able to do this what with Nishinoya's surplus of volleyball practices and your busy schedule. It also didn't help that Nishinoya's grandpa was always around to butt his nose into your relationship with the brunette, in Nishinoya's words, not yours.

You've met him numerous times before but ever since you and Nishinoya started dating, he's been adamant to limit your interactions with his grandfather. He always says it's for your sake but you both know it's because of Nishinoya's shyness and embarrassment.

But since both Nishinoya's parents and his grandpa were gone for the weekend and because of the raging storm, you two were finally able to get his long-awaited sleepover.

Nishinoya gave you some extra clothes, prepared a surplus of snacks and turned ln some movies for the two of you. You two probably stayed up until 1 in the morning and after finishing your fourth movie, you two decided to call it a night.

However, instead of going to sleep like you originally planned on doing, you laid restless in Nishinoya's guest bedroom. Your eyes kept flitting towards the large window in the room and you kept imagining scenarios of murderers breaking in or monsters lurking outside in the rain. Maybe you shouldn't have watched all those horror movies earlier.

Suddenly thunder cracked once again and you squeaked in fear and burrowed under your blankets. Okay, you've had enough. You quickly got on your feet and wrapped yourself with your blanket and tiptoed to Nishinoya's bedroom across the hallway.

You opened the door slowly and peeked inside. Nishinoya was fast asleep, his hair sticking in all directions and drool stuck on his face.

You inched closer to the brunette and got ready to wake him when another crack of lightning hit, making you yelp in surprise. At that moment, Nishinoya woke up, probably because of your squeal and thunder combined. He yelled in fear upon seeing you and shuffled away from you until his back hit the wall. You then realized how scary it must have been to wake up in the middle of the night seeing a floating bundle of blankets with only a person's face visible.

Nishinoya quickly realized it was you and yelled out your name in mixed relief and annoyance. He threw his pillow at you which you dodged.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You shuffled shamefully. "I'm too scared to be alone right now...can I sleep here?"

Nishinoya's eyes softened and he quickly made some space for you on his bed and patted the empty space beside him.

You smiled thankfully and made yourself comfortable beside him. He placed a small kiss on your cheek.

"Goodnight, wuss."

"Oh shut up, Yuu."

[thatoneidiotdts]

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Kiri, Bakugou and Deku Deal with a sick! S/o

Bakugou, Deku, Todoroki and Stain going on a long trip with their S/o

Miro comes home to see his Male! S/o cuddling a dog

Comforting them when they cry pt1

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Of sea and ash

What did we do to deserve this

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 20 A Fight in Hosu City

A/N: Anther late post, but at least I'm getting back into the groove(: Hope you enjoy!

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When your party arrived in Hosu City it was sundown. Endeavor had assembled a small team of his sidekicks to accompany him on the trip, along with you interns, causing everyone to travel in two separate vehicles. The ride there was spent in silence, save for the few moments Endeavor had spoken about the parameters of the mission. Thoughts drifting back to what you learned as you exited the car, preparing yourself for what was to come.

“What exactly are we going to Hosu for?”

Todoroki had spoken up from his spot beside you in the backseat, causing Endeavor to glance at him through the rearview mirror.

“Hosu was the last area the Hero Killer was said to have attacked in-- based on what we have gathered, he will most likely still be in the city.”

“What’s still keeping him there?” You question without thinking, feeling taken aback as Endeavor’s attention turned to you.

“In the last seven cities, the Hero Killer has left at least 4 injured or killed. So far, in Hosu, he has only managed one injury-- just one. Assuming he’ll keep his track record, we’ll catch him.”

You involuntarily begin to think about your class representative; Iida had seemed a bit off these last few days, and you couldn’t blame him--not with everything that happened.

News about Ingenium spread like wildfire, as the media desperately tried to keep the latest coverage on the Hero Killer and his victims. With how much you knew Iida loved and looked up to his elder brother, the constant reminder must have been dealing a number on his mental health.

Wait, wasn’t Iida also in Hosu, for his own internship?

You stare down in your lap, playing with your fingers in hopes to get rid of your nerves-- you can only hope Iida will be alright, that he’ll stay safe.

Shaking the memory away, you spring back to the present; masses of people steer clear of the heroes, walking in a group down the street. As whispers begin to flood by, Endeavor made the quick decision to split the group up--you, Todoroki, and Endeavor, while the three sidekicks formed another--trying to dwindle the attention you’ve already received.

Besides the gaping stares from the public, there was hardly any activity in Hosu-- the peace much more prominent during this patrol versus the night before. Glancing around to look at the unfamiliar faces, you couldn’t help mirroring the smiles most of them held; the people were safe and happy, and you hoped it stayed that way.

Beside you, Shoto watched as you looked around the area with a smile, wondering just why your face held that expression. He too took in the sights around him, only being able to see normal people going about their business. You were pretty strange, but he had to admit you were pretty much naturally happy; he hadn’t really cared to notice too much before, but after the sports festival--after you gave him some support he never realized he needed--he found himself noticing more and more.

The same could be said for you, but it seemed you were noticing him for being someone that was somewhat similar to yourself; it wasn’t every day you met someone like you--a kid of a top pro hero, with a little bit of a broken past.

Someone who could understand you, even if it was just slightly.

Speaking of the trauma, Endeavor marched on with his head held high, and you felt the bitterness creep in.

A great hero meant nothing if he wasn’t a great person.

Todoroki bumped shoulders with you, and you tilt your head curiously in his direction. He just gave a slight nod, and even though you weren’t completely sure what he meant, you gave a wide grin back; thoughts of terror parents leaving your mind as you forced yourself to think back to the task at hand. 

Unbest known to you, Todoroki had watched the smile slip from your face, and in attempts to quell the nervous thoughts--which, what else could you be frowning about--wanted to provide some reassurance.

Endeavor’s sudden stop had you quickly following suit, in an attempt to not run straight into his back, wondering the reason. There were still quite a few people amongst the streets, the stars starting to become visible as the night came to life. Before you or Todoroki could question him, you felt the tremors of the earth below.

‘An earthquake? What could be-’

Smoke rose from behind the buildings, sirens blaring towards the center of the city. No other words were needed, the three of you quickly rushing off to reach the destination--eager to understand what could be happening. Endeavor was nowhere near as fast as he was previously, most likely allowing you and Shoto to keep up with him in this real, unknown event. 

This didn’t seem like the Hero Killer, according to all the news coverage on the villain, he acted in areas that would draw him the least amount of attention.

What good would he gain from causing a panic, smack dab into the middle of the city, do?

Once you were closer than you were before, yet not close enough to see what was happening, a buzzing from your pocket caught your attention.

 Normally, you would’ve left it alone--seeing as how you had more important things to worry about, but the confusion on Todoroki’s face as he pulled out his own device had you doing the same.

“There’s trouble ahead! I’ll show you what it means to be a real hero, Shoto!”

Ignoring the pro, you opened a message from Deku, eyebrows furrowing as the only thing you read was his current location. You read the address and your heart began to pound--it stated he was in Hosu, not too far from where you were. 

He wasn’t interning in Hosu, there could be no way he was anywhere near here. Plus, he never sent anything without an explanation, and knowing the way Izuku is, you would get plenty of it. 

He wouldn’t be so, so vague.

Not unless he had to be…

“His location?” Todoroki mumbled, eyes growing wide as he came to the realization.

Quickly locking eyes, you both nodded in agreement before turning around and running the way you came.

“Hey, wait! Where the hell are you two going!?”

“An alleyway at 4210 Echo Street!” You shout back.

“If you finish with what you’re doing, or see any extra pros, send them there. I’m leaving you here to take care of this trouble, I’m sure you can handle it yourself.” Shoto adds.

With that taken care of, the pair of you make your way to the location, going as quickly as you can with the help of your quirks. 

The crowd thinned out as they were trying to get away from the chaos, you could see flames rising higher than before somewhere over towards your right--getting smaller as you left them behind. When you couldn’t spot any more civilians--or heroes for that matter--you knew you were getting close. The unease you felt only grew, your heart pounding uncomfortably and not from fatigue. 

You heard muffled words coming from one area, and you willed your legs to move faster.

‘There, he’s gotta be there!-’

The opening of the alleyway allowed you to see a man hovering over a person, who lay fallen on the ground. It was dark all the way down, no bright lights shining through, the only source of light coming from the fire from the distance, the moon, and the few buildings that were still lit up. The alleyway itself was pretty narrow, meaning there wouldn’t be a lot of chances to run away, or even hide, without leaving yourself open. Three bodies were scattered on the ground, yet what worried you the most was the large katana that was held, directly over someone’s head-

That was Iida, in less than a few moments Iida was going to be stabbed.

“GET AWAY!”

‘That scream-’

Without thinking, you wind-up your fist and aim a hardened beam of light right at his face. At the same time, a burst of flames shot out to your left, the warmth quickly spreading throughout your body. 

The man jumped out of the way, dodging both attacks that were thrown at him. You grind your teeth, allowing your hands and arms to be coated with hardened light, ready to attack as needed. Shoto’s flames burned brightly out of the corner of your eye, but you don’t give yourself time to dwell on the fact he uses his flames. There were more important things to worry about right now.

Todoroki felt the same, trying to think of the best way to handle this situation, trying to make sure he can get everyone out safe. 

“Midoriya, you need to give more details in times like this.”

You took your own moment to assess the situation, looking more closely at the ones sprawled out on the ground; Izuku, Iida, and a hero you’ve never seen before--must be a pro from the area. Deku was the only one without blood or visible injury on his body, yet he wouldn’t be on the ground unless he was forced to be-

You stare directly at the infamous Hero Killer as he stares back, a shiver running through your body at his intense gaze. What quirk could this guy possibly have--it wasn’t like Endeavor went into detail about it.

“Yea,” you nod in agreement, “we were almost too late to stop this guy.”

“Hakamata, Todoroki, not you too.” Iida spits out, his voice heavy with emotion.

“How- how did you both get here--wait, you’re using your left side, Todoroki?” Deku gasped.

“How did we get here?”

“I wonder that too,” you finish, “took us a moment to understand what the heck your message was about.”

“Yea, next time, try to send more than just your specific location.”

“But you aren’t one to send cryptic messages, not without good reason. That’s when we figured out something was wrong.” You speak as you crouch into a fighting position.

You bring both of your arms out in front of you, side-by-side, as you let out a large blast of hardened light. At the same time, Todoroki sends out a layer of ice from his foot, causing the Hero Killer to have to jump up out of the way, but also having to focus on dodging your attack. He managed to evade both, but as he jumped further away from you and the injured, it allowed Todoroki to raise the others off the ground on blocks of ice, and bring them closer--farther away from Stain. 

“But it’ll all be okay!” You put yourself in front of the injured, staring determinedly at the villain. 

“The pros will be here any minute!” Todoroki adds, sending another large blast of fire at Stain as he too stands in front of the others and right by your side.

“You’re just what they said you were,” he glares, “but you won’t be taking any more lives, Hero Killer.”

“Your terror ends here,” you agree, “we will stop you.”

“Todoroki, y/n! You guys can’t let him get your blood! I- I think he controls his enemies’ actions by swallowing it! That’s how he got us!”

“So, he ingests blood to keep people from moving?”

You crinkle your nose in disgust from Todoroki’s assumption.

“That explains the blades. We just have to make sure we don’t get hit, Shoto.”

“Yeah, we’ll keep our distance-”

Todoroki gets cut off as a blade gets thrown at his face, leaving a small cut along his cheek--his blood drawn.

“You have good friends, Ingenium!”

Stain rushes at you both, and you quickly jump in front of Shoto to create a light barrier, in hopes of throwing him back. Stain uses your shield as leverage, kicking off from it and jumping over you--blade angled to slice your back, and it would have if it wasn’t for the block of ice his sword lodge into instead. 

You swivel your body, aiming above the ice with your arm encased in hardened light to try to backhand him. Stain jumps away, avoiding the blow, using the ice to flip into the air, grabbing onto Todoroki’s shirt.

“Shoto!”

He was too busy to notice a blade that was thrown in the air, sailing down straight towards him. You quickly maneuver away from the fire he used to send Stain back, and quickly shoot a beam to knock the blade far away from Todoroki and Stain towards the opening of the alleyway. 

Back against Shoto’s side, you desperately aim at Stain while he cuts through a large mountain of ice that was sent his way. He was too fast, all you and Shoto could do was keep him at bay, while he monstrously dodged light and fire, while simultaneously cutting through ice.

You send beam after beam, only to let out a cry of pain as one of his throwing blades lodges itself deeply into your arm. 

“Luminary!”

“Y/n!”

Deku couldn’t see much of the fight firsthand--the way he was lying on his back only amounted him to seeing the bursts of bright light and flames. But he heard your shouts of pain and he found himself panicking, he needed to move. 

He needed to help, now.

Shoto took a split second to glance over, to see blood dripping down the side of your arm. He willed more ice to come and help block his right side--the side you were standing next to. He needed to cover you, to make sure you wouldn’t be in the villain’s line of sight.

You used both arms, even if your left was screaming in pain, and grunted out as you shot a large, curved beam into the air. It was as if you were sending a wave of energy, the light curving to look like a thick, glowing, gigantic boomerang--solid enough to knock into Stain and send him back over the ice.

“Just stop it.. Why are you all doing this? His fight is with me. I inherited my brother’s name! I’m the one that should stop him! THE HERO KILLER IS MINE-”

“You’re Ingenium now? Strange, the Ingenium I knew before never had that look on his face.” Todoroki grunted.

You extend your light in your hands, like a pole, swinging it at Stain. He just stepped on it, using it as a walkway to get closer to you, however, you quickly willed it to become intangible and he fell through. Getting knocked back as you shot a smaller, more compact beam at him, along with getting a barrage of flames from Shoto.

“You’ve got a dark side,” Shoto continued, breathing heavily, “Guess my family isn’t the only one.”

“Ingenium was a beacon of light to everyone around him, wasn’t he?” You question, desperately sucking in as much air as you could, “Isn’t that why you looked up to him so much, Iida?”

Your body was overheating, however, the cold air produced on Todoroki’s right side helping you to stay cool immensely yet you were sweating profusely; the water leaving your system only causing you to overheat even more--the blood leaving your body from your deep wound wasn’t helping either. 

Todoroki knew he was in better shape, but he began to grow frustrated; how can he manage to get out of this one? The pros were taking their sweet time, and now you were already injured. If there wasn’t an odd number of people, he would’ve had the both of you grab the wounded and have fled. All he could do was keep the hero killer pushed back, hoping to find a breakthrough point somewhere. 

Luckily, even as unlikely as it seemed, your quirks complimented each other--while both suited for long range attacks, yours helped with more precise and accurate shots, while he was your large field of coverage.  

Hopefully that would be enough.

“Be careful, y/n! Todoroki!” Deku yells.

All the ice Todoroki had formed as a barrier was smashed into tiny fragments in an instant, Stains guttural voice breaking through to reach your ears.

“You blocked your own field of vision, against an opponent who’s faster than you--rookie mistake, kids.”

“Come get me then-” Todoroki grunts, cut off as two throwing knives were thrown straight into his left arm. 

His flames immediately die out from the sudden attack, and you extend both arms out to send out blasts of light towards Stain.

One hits him directly, but your small victory falls short as he grips his hand around the beam and catches himself. The burning of his skin can be heard from below, yet he wastes no time in throwing a blade at you before falling through the now untouchable light, raising up his katana as he heads down towards Shoto, blade raised high to strike. 

“You’re good kids, unlike him.” Stain grins sadistically. 

The smaller blade lands right in the shoulder of the same arm he cut before, causing you to become distracted by the pain. Shoto’s arm dangles at his side as he desperately watches Stain get closer, until his body angles away from Todoroki, over you, then over the pro hero on the ground. 

“Watch out!” Shoto shouts desperately. 

You try to do something, but Stain was moving too fast--you wouldn’t make it.

Maybe you wouldn’t have made it, but someone did. A blur of green energy flies by, causing you to sway at the force. 

“Izuku!”

“Midoriya!”

Deku grabs onto Stain, somehow freed from the quirk he was placed under, and drags him against the alley’s wall; the cement crumbling from the impact of Stain's body sliding across it. 

“I’m not sure why, but I’m able to move again!” Izuku yells across the alley.

“So he’s got some sort of time limit?”

“No,” Native answers Todoroki, “if that’s the case, that kid should have been the last to be freed. I still can’t move a muscle.”

“It has to be something about multiple people then; it could be that he gets weaker the more he uses his quirk.” You gasp out, clutching your arm. 

Izuku falls, Stain landing behind him as they touch the ground. You go to yell out for him but Todoroki beats you to it, sending out a large pillar of ice to separate the two. You feel yourself leaning closer, enjoying the way it cooled you down. 

A small stream of steam rose from your body, your body temperature steadily rising. You weren’t near your limit, but the blood loss was speeding up the process, and you were nervous on what would happen if this were to drag on for much longer. Thankfully, you were situated on Shoto’s ice side, which was helping--even if just a smidge. But it wasn’t enough, this fight needed to end, quick.

Izuku crawls over to you, coughing as he squats beside you, still a bit too sluggish to stand fully upright at the moment. 

“He swallows people’s blood to freeze them, yet I was the one who was freed first.”

“People limit? Blood type?” You throw out the ideas.

“Yea, either his quirk becomes weaker the more he uses it, or even the amount ingested could play a part. Or, like you said, blood type.” Izuku mumbles, eyes calculating as if he was running all the possibilities through his mind. 

The victims of his quirk list off their blood type, just in case it could be the last suggestion, and you find out both you and Izuku share your type--type O.

It was a long shot, but those were the only things you had in your corner right now. You needed to think of a way to get everyone out of here, to make sure they got out safe. Both you and Todoroki were bleeding pretty heavily, but not enough for dire medical attention. As long as there could be a defensive position, you should be okay for now. 

Stain was just so strong.

He excelled in both offensive and defensive skills, constantly countering your combined attack as if it were nothing. You would need to have a good offense/defense play if you wanted to have a chance. 

The way Deku flung Stain around, which you were still in awe over by the way; it was like he embodied his quirk overnight, it was a clear choice that he could help offensively. Yet was that really the right choice? You guys could probably end up fighting him all night. Weren’t the pros supposed to be coming soon? But there was a panic in the middle of the city, who knows how long that would take them. How long could you all hold out until exhaustion or blood loss?

“It doesn’t really help us to know how his quirk works, though.”

“I thought we could hurry and carry those two out of here,” Shoto sighed, “but it’s no good--he’s too fast.”

He was too fast, even if you all tried to run off, he would only chase you down. You would need some sort of barrier, some sort of distraction--

That’s when it hit you, your face immediately snapping to look at the boy to your left.

“What if there was a way?”

“What?” Deku calls from your right.

“Listen, he’s too fast, that’s for sure. But if there was a way to distract him--we may have a way to get the others out to safety.”

“What do you mean-” 

You snap your face to look at Izuku midway through Todoroki’s question.

“If one of us would be able to distract him, the others can get out safely and get to the pros, right?”

“Yeah but-”

“If I allow my body to become light, I’m faster than him. I can get close enough to him, then I can keep him at bay with a light barrier or something while you both run to get those two far away from here.”

“No,” Todoroki frowned, “absolutely not.”

“There’s no way we’ll let you do that,” Deku agrees, “What happens when you turn back? You’ll be all alone with him, and at that point, he’ll be able to hurt you since he can now once again be able to physically touch you--and that’s if you don’t pass out from water loss first.”

You grit your teeth, you know they were right, but what else was there to do?

“Does it matter if you guys are all safe-”

“Yes, of course it matters.” Shoto raises his voice, surprising you. 

“We’ll do this together, okay? You both have already lost too much blood... The best way to do this is to have me to distract him with close combat, and you both support me from behind. We can hold him long enough, just until the pros arrive.”

“Okay... While it’s still a big risk, we can do this. No one gets left behind.” Todoroki glances at you.

“We’ll protect them.” You agree, thoughts of self-sacrifice replaced with ones of protection.

“Together.” Deku affirms, standing tall as he lets his energy ride throughout his body. 

You and Shoto match defensive poses, ready for the fight--ready to defend and conquer.

“Three against one, huh? This fight won’t be easy..” Stain mutters, dropping down to his own offensive position. 

A moment of silence echoes loudly throughout the area, only to be broken as Deku uses his quirk to bounce off the sides of the buildings that surrounded you.

He gets in close, desperately fighting to land a hit on the villain. While Shoto uses his ice to defend him, you use large beams of light to act as a shield for him. You grit your teeth in frustration as Stain seems faster than before, his movements more fluid and graceful as he manages to evade every hit. 

Desperation and distress clings to the surrounding area, both sides of the fight trying to get the upper hand. The intense battle has only been going on for a few moments, but to you it feels like forever. 

Izuku gets in close to try to hit Stain from behind, only to have the villain kick him back; bringing his blade in close and managing to swipe at his shin. Staggering back, Izuku falls to the ground while Stain is upon him once more, the air around him more sinister than before. 

It feels like it’s going on in slow motion, turning your head to see Shoto panting hard, clutching his shaking arm as he tries to raise it. In a panic, without thinking, you will your body to turn into light and race in front of Izuku. 

You get a brief flashback of the USJ incident; you had done the same before when Izuku had rushed off, and was about to be grabbed by Shigaraki. You had thrown him out of the way, and put yourself into his position. Thankfully the pros were there to stop the villains before it was too late, but there weren’t here now. You were here, you needed to act. 

Help him.

You stop directly in front of Izuku, creating a small, thin barrier of light behind you which surrounds him, and send off a large blast at the villain point blank. Stain, not suspecting you to be right there, was caught off guard as you managed to land your first real hit on him all night. Flying back, a barrage of fire kept you and Stain separated, separate shouts of your name went through your ears without comprehension, You were now swinging your fists repeatedly, sending attack after attack to keep him back. Through the flames you spot Stain licking his sword, and in turn Izuku grunts behind you, and that’s when you knew he'd been rendered immobilized. 

The sweat pools down your body, fatigue from the overuse of your quirk catching on as you had expended plenty of energy by converting your body into light. So much so that when you clip Stain with a bolt of light in his side, you don’t see how he manages to use that momentum and flings a knife straight at you, slicing your cheek. 

The light that had surrounded Izuku vanished once you lost focus, unable to dodge the hero killer further as he grabs on to the front of your hero costume, and leans in to lick your cheek. You try to convert your body into light once more, to turn up the heat, anything, but you’re too slow; the slimy feeling of his ridged tongue swipes across your face, and you aren’t even given a moment to grimace as your body immediately freezes. 

“Y/N!”

Your body was shutting down, despite yelling at yourself to move, your body wouldn’t listen. Your legs give out, unable to hold yourself up without feeling, and you tumble harshly to the ground. Falling onto your side, you suck in a breath as your head smacks directly into the concrete. Stars enter your vision, black pooling at the edges as you try to blink away the feeling of passing out. You feel heat above you, and horror struck as you realize you left Shoto all alone to deal with the villain. Tears pool in your eyes as you try to move, you couldn’t leave him to defend everyone by himself!

Izuku was panicking behind you, watching you fall to the ground like a lifeless doll. He knew you were alive, the small groans of pain that came from you was proof enough, but it still scared him. He was able to see perfectly as Stain viciously grinned down at the pair of you, and thoughts of seeing you getting stabbed caused his heart to twist, breaths coming out in short bursts. 

Thankfully, fire and ice separated the pair of you from the villain, and Stain in turn focused all of his attention on the only one still standing. Your head was angled just enough to see Todoroki, despite all of his ice in the way. He looked frustrated, yelling out something to Iida as he continued his defensive attacks; he was holding his own well enough, until Stain was able to bypass his field of ice and lifted his sword to aim right at his torso.

“Has anyone told you, you rely on your quirk too much? Makes you a carless fighter!” Steins ruthless words echo dauntingly in the alleyway.

Fear weighs on you as the blade inches closer and closer--if it lands, it would just about cut his arm clean off. The beating of your heart pounds in your ears, till all you hear is a white noise--the sounds of your own screams not even registering as all you could do was watch.

“TODOROKI!”

“SHOTO!”

“Recipro BURST!”

A strangled cry of relief leaves your lips as Iida uses his leg to slice the sword in half, saving Shoto from a terrible fate. Iida manages to send Stain flying back, breath heavy as he stares at the ground.

“You’re free too? Guess his quirk isn’t as great as we thought it was.” Todoroki hums. 

“Todoroki, Midoriya, Hakamata--this has nothing to do with you. I apologize.”

“Not this again.” Deku whispers. 

“Iida, please-” Your plea gets cut off as Iida stands proud.

“I’m okay, but I won’t let the three of you shed any more blood for me.”

You hear Stain’s wicked laugh as he tells Iida there’s no use in pretending--that a person can’t change in a span of a few minutes. Shoto spits back at the villain, telling Iida he shouldn’t listen to anything he says, while Iida shrugs him off.

“He’s right, I don’t deserve to call myself a hero,” he clenches his fist, and you gasp at the blood that runs heavily down his arm, “even so, there’s no way I can back down. If I give up now, then the name Ingenium will die.”

“PATHETIC.”

Shoto puts himself in front of Iida, sending off a blast of fire as another battle breaks out. You grit your teeth in frustration, desperately wanting to help. You hated not feeling like you could do anything; she whispers in your ear, calling you worthless and pathetic, and the fear kicks in double time. You weren’t proving her wrong, you weren’t proving anyone wrong. You were worthless-- you couldn’t even save your friends; you were weak, you were no good, you were--

“Hey, you did amazing.” 

Her voice stopped, the harsh words going away as you locked eyes with Izuku’s bright green ones, a smile on his face. He gently, and quietly, lifted your body up and placed you sitting up along the wall; it was a more comfortable position, and you felt the tiny aches in your body lessen as the pressure released. He brings a thumb up to your cheek, wiping at the blood and sweat to try to clean the cut on your face as he speaks.

“Amazing, but you overdid it-- you’re sweating way too much. Just rest here, you’re going to be okay. I’ll protect you.” 

The determination and fire in his eyes make your heart flutter--his grin a beacon of hope. You trust him, one hundred percent. You smile sweetly back, hoping he understood just how much you believe in him.

“Yeah, be careful, Izuku.” 

He shakily stands, leaning on the wall above you for support as he determines the damage done to his body. Your eyes filter down, and you see how purple and swollen his leg is--his quirk must have broken it. 

He doesn’t let that stop him, his body glowing as his power surges through him, and he pushes off towards Stain. Simultaneously, Iida attacks him on the opposite end, both able to land devastating blows to knock him back. Todoroki countered, sending a large flame to the killer while Iida had given one last solid kick--effectively knocking him out. 

Shoto’s ice imprisoned Stain while also bringing both boys towards his direction, and he yells out for them to stand and fight, before he notices the hero killer is unresponsive. 

Your finger twitches, catching your attention as you feel your body slowly regaining feeling. The feeling was weird, like white static filtering through your body; like what happens after you’ve been sitting one way too long and your limb falls asleep, once you move it that tingling sensation is overwhelming. 

Trying to stand was a pain, you let out a huff of breath in annoyance as your legs wobbled. Once you were upright and stable, you shakily made your way over to the three boys. 

“He’s got to be knocked out after all that, right?”

“Then let’s restrain him and get him to the street.”

“Maybe we can find some rope nearby?” You question, only for their heads to snap over to you.

“You’re up and moving, good.” Todoroki sighs, shoulders relaxing as everyone seems to be safe.

“y/n!,” Izuku grins, “good thinking, hopefully there will be something to tie him up with. We should probably take his weapons too.”

“Good idea.”

You force Izuku to sit down next to Iida despite his complaints, and you go to try to find some rope. Iida quickly stands, undeterred by your words as you insist he should rest and goes with you to the trash bins to help look.

“I need to help out, in any way I can.” His voice was thick with emotion like before, but this time it was less angsty, and more sorrowful. You allow him, knowing that he must be beating himself up on the inside. 

“Hey Iida?”

“Yes?”

“I'm sorry.”

He stares at you bewildered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Hakamata-”

“I should’ve been a better friend… So I’m sorry.” You speak softly.

Iida bit his lip as his gaze lowered.

“I should be sorry; if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

You nudge his shoulder with your own, careful to not agitate either his nor your own wounds.

“What are friends for?”

The shared smile was enough for the both of you, and you quickly went to work searching for rope. You pulled out a long piece from the dumpster, and laughed in triumph. Shoto had gotten Stain down from his ice wall, and brought him over towards the both of you as he finished removing all of his weapons. Handing the rope off to Shoto, he quickly got to work on tying him up. You see the Pro Hero now moving around, lifting up Deku by giving him a piggyback ride. You smile, grateful Izuku wouldn’t have to put too much pressure on his broken ankle. 

“We’re lucky someone threw this in the dumpster.”

“What are the odds, huh?” You chuckle.

“Todoroki, I can drag him from here!” Iida shouts.

“Are you forgetting your arms are messed up?”

“Yeah, it’s okay Iida. Just rest please.”

With a sigh, he reluctantly agrees, and you all make your way out of the alley towards the street and stand on the sidewalk.

“Hey!” a shout makes you all jump, looking across the street, “what are you doing here, boy?”

“Gran Torino!”

Looking back and forth between Deku and the man, you end up gasping as he flies over, kicking Izuku straight in the face.

“Who’s this?” Shoto asks, unfazed.

“Gran Torino, the hero I’m interning with…” he trails off, looking back at the hero, “I don’t get it, how did you find us?”

“I was told to come here, I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m glad you’re not dead, at least.”

More voices filter in, a group of pros rounding the corner all at once. One hero spoke up, uncertainty laced within his words.

“Endeavor told us to come here, but… children?”

The heroes begin to fret over your appearances, until one gasps out.

“Hey, isn’t that… the Hero Killer?”

“What?”

“I’ll get the police on the line!”

Standing with Shoto and Izuku, once Native had carefully set him back down, you look back as Iida calls out.

“You guys, you were all hurt because of me,” He bows, not allowing you guys to see the tears in his eyes, “I’m truly sorry… I was just so angry, I couldn’t see anything else…”

“Iida… I already said you didn’t need to apologize,” you sigh, biting your lip in sorrow, “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize how much pain you were going through.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too, Iida. You were going through so much by yourself, and I couldn’t tell… Even though I’m your friend.” Izuku declares, just as emotional. 

The tears start to fall down Iida’s face more rapidly, body shaking in silent sobs.

“Hey, pull yourself together. You’re the class rep.”

“Right…” He agrees with Shoto, rubbing his eyes with the minimal movement he had in his arms. 

You let out a sigh of relief, your body cooling down naturally, slowly but surely. You weren’t steaming anymore, the sweat on your body already having been evaporated or dried. However, you were still scarily warm, feeling the effects of being dehydrated and overheated. All you had to do was wait for the ambulance to arrive, and then you could drink as much cold, mouthwatering liquid as you wanted. 

The sense of peace that was returning to you immediately faded as Gran Torino shouted to get down. Your heart fell as you stared up a winged creature; one that looked like Nomu back at the USJ. It was huge--large wings protruding from his back as he swooped down towards the group. You see it heading straight towards you, and you try to grab onto Izuku to drag him to the ground with you, but it was all in vain. A large talon-like foot grabbed you, and because of the way you were angled when you were trying to duck the monster ended up grabbing your neck before hauling back towards the sky. 

You choked, hands reaching up to try to pry the talons away from your throat, but it wouldn’t budge. White hot fear pounded at you as your windpipe was blocked, unable to breath or move in his hold. The scream came out garbled and distorted, and you encased your hands in light as hot as you could go. It didn’t affect him, even as the smell of burnt skin made you want to gag, it acted as if it was unbothered. Tears built in your eyes, lack of oxygen--along with the rest of your injuries--catching up as you stop thrashing about, your vision fading slowly. 

Just then, the creature stopped midair, the grip around your throat letting up, letting you take in a shuddering breath before coughing.

“The word hero has lost all meaning in this society; this world is overrun by fakes and criminals like you who chase petty dreams!” 

You look up in surprise to see Stain above you, bringing down a knife as he plunges it straight into the creature's head. Falling towards the ground at a faster rate, you feel his arm snake around your waste, pulling you tight against his chest as he takes the brunt of the fall. 

“You must all be purged.”

You’re astonished, unable to understand what exactly had happened once the rough landing came to a stop. You’re now on the ground, Stain setting you down on the sidewalk before sitting up, crouching before you and the now dead creature. You let out a whimper of fear, the crazed look on his face scaring you more than the actual Nomu creature had done. 

“Everything that I do, is to create a stronger society.”

The heroes behind you spoke about getting ready, how they needed to be careful now that he had a hostage, and the fact that you were that hostage hit you like a truck. Sweat from nerves rolled down your face, heart beating fast as Stain kept you down on the ground with the same arm he used to save you. You struggled, and in turn it only made him put more pressure, making it impossible for you to get away. You thrash around, holding in tears. This wasn’t the time to cry, you needed to find a way to escape--

Endeavor’s voice echoed in the air, and a switch flipped in Stain’s mind. He let you go, standing to face the number 2 Pro. 

“Endeavor.. You false hero, I’ll make this right! These streets must run with the blood of hypocrites! Hero: I will reclaim that word. Come one, just try and stop me you fakes! There is only one man I'll let kill me, he's a true hero; ALLMIGHT IS WORTHY.”

The look in his eyes, and the aura he radiated, had everyone frozen in fear. He walked slowly over towards the pro, who looked more taken aback than scared, until he stopped in his tracks. The knife fell from his hands and his breathing slowed; did he pass out? What is going on?

You couldn’t stay awake to find out, as your adrenaline faded, so did your vision, and finally you gave in; collapsing back letting your eyes flutter close as you passed out on the cold ground. 

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[theodora3022]

Since you wrote about Yandere Villians with Y/N having a cute fairy quirk, how about a Yandere Hero having a Y/N with a monstrous quirk? SO...you pick the hero! Pick any male hero who you believe can handle Y/N. You do such amazing writing.

Y/N have to wear a face mask to hide the muzzle she wears going outside. Y/N have a quirk where she goes on a frenzy. Her eyes turn red, her veins pop out of her skin, she starts growling and trying to bite anyone near by. A monster who craves to rip flesh and bones. Y/N can turn on her quirk if she feels so much anger or fear. Y/N doesn't want to hurt anyone. She wants to live a quiet and alone life.

Wolf

Pairing: Best Jeanist x f!reader

Warnings: light yandere content, power abuse, threats

Thank you so much for the compliment, dear anon! I went soft with the monster idea that I just made the reader into a werewolf...hope it is still good! I was torn between Kiri and Best Jeanist! I really like Best Jeanist, I wish he got some more screen time ... Maybe I’ll do another one for the shark boy later.

Some groundwork:

When your quirk manifested at four years old, you were not surprised: you come from a family of Mutant quirks, after all.

Your quirk, wolf, means you can transform into a wolf anytime. The longevity is unknown to you since you barely use it. Even in your normal human form, you still have wolf ears and tail. You also have a sensitive nose, just like canines. You (hair color) fluffy fur is the same color as your hair. In acient times, before quirks become a thing, you would be seen as a werewolf.

While transformed, it is hard to supress the wolf’s wild instincts, the desire to hunt, to kill and consume raw meat (extremely difficult if you are hungry). You hate it, being like a beast instead of human. You had outbursts in the past that nearly killed one of your friends. There fore you stay in human at all times.

So most of the time, you just kept a muzzle near you, just in case you would lose yourself to the beast again.

You always feel this...strange sense of difference between you and normal people, so all of your friends have mutant quirks. You kept your social circle small, only letting those who are deemed trustworthy close to you (you told them to run if they see any signs of you getting wild)

You always had a soft spot for animals, therefore you decided to work in a pet shop. Dogs especially loves you, maybe because your canine quirk. Cats not so much, as they had left quite a few marks on you when you just started.

Now you are the assistant manager, the salary is decent, so you do not look for anything more. You never thought of having a romantic relationship because you do not trust yourself: you do not want to hurt the person you love. So even if you had crushes you just kept those feelings hidden until they went away.

Best Jeanist/Tsunagu Hakamada

Did you know his favorite animal is wolf? Therefore he is a furry

Being the No.4 pro hero means taking on lots of stress, so Tsunagu decides to have an animal friend at home who he can talk to freely, without worrying leaking information (I mean how can animals pass on information).

He went into the nearest pet shop, hoping to find a furry companion, preferably dogs.

What he did not expect is to find you there, with those literal puppy eyes and fluffy ears sticking out of your hair, tending to the puppies.

Tsunagu met people with similar quirks before, and he finds them aesthetically pleasing. But seeing you with a litter of adorable puppies, laughing and petting them? He felt like his heart just melted.

“Hello sir. How may I help you today?” You put on your usual smile. Tsunagu is wearing his civilian clothes, so he is just another customer to you. A fashionable one, though. You took notice at his stylish blonde hair.

Tsunagu would ask you about all the options for adopting a puppy. However he is only half-listening: he is drawn to how your ears twitch towards any abnormal sounds...

“Oh, my ears? Sorry if they are distracting. It’s part of my quirk.”

Would get you to talk to him as much as possible, with lots of polite questions.

When you bid him good day as he walks out the door, holding a poodle puppy with its supplies, Tsunagu is determined to see you more.

You are warm, like a ray of sunlight in this stormy world. Having worked as a pro hero for so long, dealing with many negative things so often, make him attracted to positive people. Those furry wolf ears and tail only added to his admiration.

Whenever Best Jeanist is not needed at his agency, Tsunagu Hakamada would find excuses to drop by your shop. Whether it be buying new accessories for his puppy or simply need some advice on her, he would find a way to talk to you, to hear your voice.

Until he become acquainted with you enough, Tsunagu finally asked for you name.

“I’m (y/n), and you, sir?” “Tsunagu. Tusnagu Hakamada.”

Never have once you associated your friendly customer with the No.4 Pro hero of Japan. Tsunagu is charismatic and talkative (at least to you), never putting on airs like Endeavor. Since he wears a mask, the public does not have a good idea what he looks like.

Then you noticed those small gestures, how Tsunagu’s hands would “unintentionally” brush against yours when you hand over his paid items, how his body would lean in slightly towards you whenever you are talking. Or how his lips would curl upwards whenever your tails wags with excitement. You also seen him way more frequently compare to average customers.

“He got a crush on you.” One of you co workers, teases after Tsunagu left the store.

“No he doesn’t.” You blush, although considering her hypothesis.

You seen some of his clothes in fashion magazines, one of them costs more then your monthly salary. Tsunagu is clearly a rich man, a fashion designer perhaps.

“Ms.(y/n), sorry if this sounds intrusive, but do you have a lover?”

That was...unexpected. “No, I do not. Why did you ask, Mr. Hakamata?”

That saves him trouble. Best Jeanist has got this flawless reputation for years, he prefers not to taint it. But if he must, Tsunagu would not hesitate. You belong with him, and him only. “Well, it’s possible such a beautiful lady like you already has a significant other.”

“Mr. Hakamata...I-” You were not sure to blush or to smile. Now it is clear to you: This blonde is interested in you. However you do not know what to respond.

“Call me Tsunagu, please.”

The next day you would find a lily bouquet wrapped in denim on the store counter?! Who use that as a bouquet wrapper? Flatter as you are, you still find this unsettling. He did not show up for the rest of the day, which gives you time to think.

Tsunagu is handsome and kind. He seems like a perfect choice, but you wonder what he would say if he saw you as a bloodthirsty wolf, feral and hungry for killing.

You decide to turn him down, not wanting to give him false hope.

Some minor villain is causing trouble in the streets when you were walking home. You were just going to sprint away at first, but in the corner of your eye you saw a mother with her toddler daughter being corner by the villain. The way the mother tries to protect her child triggered something in you. You have to do something!

“Grr!!!” Suddenly a piece of flesh is ripped off the villain’s leg. The villain screams in pain, but you dodged every last one of his attacks while leaving deep bite marks on him. Soon the sidewalk is stained crimson with blood. You know the two had already gotten away, you should stop now. But the wolf instincts got the better of you. You crave blood, lots of it. The growing pool under you is not enough.

You heard police sirens, someone yelling for you to stop, but the wolf is not willing to. It seems it would not be satiated unless this villain dies a brutal death.

Streams of fibers wrapped around you, restraining you until you cannot move anymore.

When you regained consciousness, you were in a clean jail cell, still in your wolf form. You assumed that you are being confined in a hero agency since you just lost control.

The door cracked. It is Tsunagu! What is he doing here? And why is he wearing a jean mask?

Then you saw the rest of his outfit. Demin jeans suit from head to toe, the...the No.4?

He is Best Jeanist? What is happening now?

Tsunagu wanted to take things slow, he wanted to date you normally, letting you know everything about him, but this seems like too good of an oppertunity to pass up.

“(y/n), can you understand me?” He crouches down with a concerned look on his face.

You nod. You are not able to speak human languages while in wolf form, another draw back.

“Do your clothes come back when you transform? Or do you need some clothes?”

You left your clothes behind a dumpster before, so you just shook your head. If you were to transform now, it could be quite embarrassing.

Handing you a denim dress, Best Jeanist leaves to give you some privacy to change.

After you are dressed and back in human form, he took you to his office.

“I know you must have lots of question right now, but please allow me to explain somethings first.”

“The villain is in bad shape. You did quite a bit damage on him. His blood loss is immense; he is still in the ICU as we speak.”

Why don’t you just let him die, he’s a threat to society anyway. You ask yourself, silently.

“However, while he is a villain, you still hurt him too much. And it’s not even self-defence. You are not a hero, it’s illegal.”

You tense up. Would you face charges for this? For trying to protect other people.

“Would I go to Tartarus? For how long?”

“Oh, come now. As long as I have any say , I won’t allow that to happen.” Your eyes lit up, wanting to thank him.

“You can be my wife instead. Stay with me, and no charges would be pressed.”

What?

You know he likes you, but just asking to become his wife like that? Without dating first.

“Tsunagu, I... you...this...” He finds your stutters cute, as he traces his fingers along the edge of your wolf ears. Best Jeanist had been wanting to do that for so long, he worked so hard to restrain himself.

“Your choice. Either face court charges, or you can be with me, all is well.”

Tsunagu Hakamada is confident about his chances. An innocent, adorable civilian like you will not last long even in the most outer cells of Tartarus.

Tears slides down your chin as you give a reclutant reply. “I’ll...be with you.”

Who could have thought Tsunagu would do such a thing? He is always so nice and friendly. But now here he is, threatening you with this crime?

“Perfect.” Snapping a denim collar around your neck, he lifts your chin, forcing you to look up to him. “I can’t wait to get you home; you would be such a lovely little wolf. My little wolf.”

“Should you ever try to leave me, I’m sure Tartarus is always avaliable.”

[kozukenkitten]

Kinktober Day 1: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Pairing: Hakamata Tsunagu x Reader x Sakamata Kugo

Tags: A touch of Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, a surprising amount of accidental consensual NTR(kind of?), a bit of dubcon, anthro-cock (although that one is more in your own imagination, than it is in the writing itself), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, threesome (kind of?)

Warning: Not beta’d and written pretty much all in one go at the end of a very long and busy day so I feel like it’s probably pretty garbage? But idk

“ ‘Nagu, Kugo will be here soon. We’re gonna get caught, we can’t keep-” You whimpered, your face buried in the crook of your lover’s neck as he teased your nipples. You two had gone home after finishing up the day at work, and were expecting company. Kugo was coming for a visit, to have dinner with you. It was rare for you to have a night in with company, and you were looking forward to it.

Tsunagu hummed in amusement, alternating between stroking your nipples with his fingertips and laving them with his tongue. After a few moments, though, he removed his attention from your sensitive nipples, redirecting his attention to collecting a bottle of lube as he cut you off.

“We can’t keep what, darling? Enjoying ourselves until our dear friend arrives?” He smiled down at you, almost as if he weren’t pouring lube onto his fingers and starting to work them into your waiting hole.

“Now, now, darling, behave and let me prepare you. We simply cannot have that pretty face of yours stained with tears when Kugo arrives now, can we?” Tsunagu murmured into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest as his deft fingers worked their way into you. He’d used so much lube to slick you up that you were sure you were more than ready for him, but he insisted on taking his time, almost as if he was anticipating something- or someone.

It wasn’t long before there was a soft click of a door latch, which left your breath hitching in conjunction with Tsunagu’s ministrations. “ ‘Nagu, he’s here-“

He shushed you, curling his fingers up against that one perfect spot, leaving you gasping for air in a matter of a split second as he whispered. “Quiet, darling. We’ll be done soon, you’re almost there. You’re doing so perfectly for me.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat, although you immediately regretted it when you heard the knock at your bedroom door. “Y/N? Are you alright?” Kugo already knew what was going on here. Tsunagu had already talked to him about it, wanting to surprise you with a chance to experiment with a particular kink of theirs, exhibitionism. And to be honest, Kugo was more than happy to oblige, if this was something all of them were interested in. He listened carefully for your response.

“Fuck- Yeah, I- I’m fine, just bumped my head, that’s all.” You groaned, glaring at Tsunagu half-heartedly. He knew just what he was doing to you by telling Kugo to come on into the apartment when he arrived and then started teasing you, didn’t he? This was too much. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to be as pissed as you wanted to be, because goddamn, this was so much hotter than you originally thought it would be.

“You sure? I can call a doctor, or I could come in-” You cut him off with a surprised yelp at his offer.

“NO! I- I mean, no, I’m okay! I just need a minute, that’s all! I’ll be out soon.” You bit back a whine as Tsunagu curled his fingers yet again, pushing you closer to that sweet reward you were just moments away from, if the feeling in your gut was any indication.

“ ‘Nagu, please?” You could see where this was going, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment. All you cared about was finally tipping over the edge into the much-needed orgasm you were mere moments away from achieving. You whimpered into the crook of his neck, pleading for him to finish you off and let you come. “Please, I need it. Give it to me.”

With a loving smile, he pressed his lips to yours, working his fingers more quickly, more deliberately, against your g-spot. “Anything for you, my darling.” You came hard, trying and failing to bite back the shrill keen that escaped your throat.

As you came down from your high and you realized what had happened, your eyes widened. You were sure there was no way Kugo hadn’t heard that and figured out what was going on. And you were right about that, because when he spoke next, his voice was strained, as was the fabric of his slacks as his cock hardened, just from the sounds of your muffled moans.

“Y/N, Tsunagu, I’m coming in.” His voice rumbled through the door, and shortly after, there was another soft click, and the door was pulled wide open to put you and Tsunagu on full display.

Kugo couldn’t help drinking in the sight before him. You were splayed out on the bed, your arms now covering your face in embarrassment (not to mention the shame at the pleasure it brought you), knowing your friend was seeing you this way, while Tsunagu was ever the dignified one, sitting upon the edge of the bed as he worked you through your orgasm.

“It certainly took you long enough, my friend.” Tsunagu chuckled. “I was starting to wonder how long you were going to play coy, listening from the hall.”

Your eyes darted to look at him. He made it sound like this was all planned. You had discussed this before, talked about including Kugo and your exhibitionistic fantasies, but this specific plan was news to you. “ ‘Nagu did you- did you plan this for me?”

Tsunagu looked at you, not guiltily in the slightest. You still hadn’t used your safeword, so the scene was still on. “Of course, my love. You think I’d start this game with you, knowing the risk, unless I knew you, and both Kugo and myself, would enjoy it either way? Like you’ve said before, I know you best.”

Your frown lessened slightly as your eyes darted to look at Kugo, who was clearly already half hard and getting harder by the moment at the sight of your post-orgasmic state. “You do. I should have been consulted before you planned this,” You said pointedly, sparing a glance at Tsunagu before returning your hazy gaze to Kugo, scanning his built, muscular body up and down.

Where Tsunagu was lean and toned, Kugo was bulky and muscular. And you’d be damned if both weren’t attractive as hell. You’d also be lying if you said you didn’t want to get fucked by Kugo’s rock hard cock while Tsunagu watched, right this minute, which was probably exactly what he was preparing you for, the smug gentlemanly bastard. “But I suppose we can’t turn him away now. Not when he’s already ready to go. ”

“C’mere, then, don’t be shy.” You gestured for Kugo to join you on the bed as Tsunagu stood up. It was clear what his intentions were, and he was already getting himself into his position on the chair that had been placed across the room. “Can’t touch you all the way over there, you know.”

Kugo moved closer to you, cautiously running his hands over your sides as you pulled him down closer to you. “You’re so soft, you know that, Little Seal?” He practically purred against your skin as he settled himself between your thighs, before pressing his tongue to your slick hole with a sigh, pulling away to comment, “And you taste so goddamn good, too.”

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they?” Tsunagu murmured, observing as he palmed himself with a hand. “So pliable and perfect, just too good to pass up. I’m a lucky man.”

Kugo nodded, responding with a groan as he continued to eat you out. He spent a few minutes preparing you himself before finally pushing himself up and lining his dick up with your entrance, rubbing himself against it before slowly pressing his impressive girth in, stretching you wide around his member. He was attentive to your every sound, slowing down and stopping (although it was painstakingly hard to do so) when you were in pain, and continuing only when you gave the okay. When he finally bottomed out, he rested there until you’d adjusted, only beginning to move as you gave the signal with a squirm and a needy moan.

He started out slow, before picking up speed when he noticed you were more relaxed and into it. You were practically putty in his hands. “You enjoying yourself, Little Seal? Enjoying being fucked by your friend while your lover watches?”

You whimper, nodding as the desperate little coil began to tighen and build up pressure in your stomach again. “Yes, fuck… You feel so good, please, give me more? Need it so bad, Kugo, please?”

And who was he to deny you anything you asked for, when you begged so prettily? “Such a good Little Seal, asking for what you need. Of course I’ll give you more, sweetheart.” He began to pump his hips faster, grinding the head of his cock into you, his hips meeting yours harshly. “Watch Tsunagu, Little Seal. Watch your lover enjoying you get fucked by your friend, watch him adore you while you come on my cock.”

Tsunagu stroked his cock slowly as he watched the show that had unfolded before him. His lover was being fucked by their mutual friend, right before his eyes, and he’d orchestrated all of it, and gladly. “You’re being such a good little darling, my love. Come for us, my sweet. Show me how much you’re enjoying this gift we planned, especially for you.”

You gasped as Kugo began a sudden assault on your g-spot, ramming it hard and fast, forcing you over the edge with a sharp scream. It was only a matter of moments before Kugo came as well, rutting into you through your orgasm until his own orgasm hit him.

Your head fell back, your entire body feeling tired after two body-wracking orgasms in a matter of maybe thirty minutes. You glanced over at Tsunagu, noticing he’d yet to finish himself off.

“ ‘Nagu?” You murmured inquisitively, silently asking if he wanted you to take care of him next.

Tsunagu shook his head, already knowing your question. “Do not worry about me for now, darling, you’ll be helping me finish this off later. For now, though, it is time to clean you up and let you rest a while. I can wait a while longer.” Ever the gentleman, he helped you and Kugo both settle in and collected the supplies required to clean you both off, assisting you both in getting clean and set up for a nap. 

He kissed you gently, brushing the hair from your face and pulling a blanket over you both before moving to the doorway to the hall himself, leaving you and Kugo to cuddle and recover from the intensity of your afternoon. “Rest now, both of you. I’m going to take a short shower, and then I’ll have dinner ready by the time you’re done with your nap.”

A while later, you were cleaned up, dressed, and slightly more rested, eating a meal together with Tsunagu and Kugo with no indication that any of the afternoon’s events had happened outside of the occasional subtle acts of affection being shared between the three of you. Somehow, you could tell that this interaction between the three of you would likely not be the last, and somehow, you didn’t mind that in the slightest.