#he’s begging you come home faster teehee

[throwaway161812]

you’re driving home from work when your sh0ta sends a voice memo of his soft, needy and desperate whimpers for you (he just woke up from a nap)

[biibini]

Could you possibly write hcs for Mizu properly introducing reader to her adoptive father for the first time??? I'm curious as to how that would play out :3

modern!mizu x reader meets eiji for the first time

tags: modern mizu, mizu & reader in relationship, meeting the parents trope, meeting the parent?, eiji is mizu’s adopted father, kohama is staged around the pacific northwest, heidi shindo &blood-soaked chiaki mentioned, TW: m*k*o, author needs to eat before she writes

a/n: ok for some reason i cant edit my drafts on my phone bc of gifs :( ima get thru these asks fr,, hope yall like the show references teehee

when u and modern!mizu first got together, u guys figured u would take it slow

it was mizu’s first relationship out of a toxic one

and u didn’t mind the slow pace

going on dates, hanging out, relaxing together

it was a blast

until one day u guys were out downtown, having a lil cafe date

and one of eiji’s clients recognized mizu as u hopped on the back of her motorcycle, zooming off to get lunch

modern!mizu ends up getting an unexpected phone call from her adopted dad

they keep in touch every few days

but she had just called him yesterday

Mizu was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her homework lies on her desk, ready to be done.

She groans in frustration and gently throws the phone down.

Ok, enough scrolling. Let’s get shit done-

Her phone starts to vibrate. Mizu flips the phone to spot the contact name “Swordfather”. The contact name is paired with a 0.5 selfie of him winning against Mizu. It continued to vibrate on Mizu's bed.

That’s odd. I just called him yesterday.

“Hey dad, whats up?”, Mizu answer.

“Who’s in the back of your bike?”, he yells into the phone.

“How- who- what are you talking-“

“Mr. Shindo come to me earlier today.” He starts, stern and loud, “He say he saw you with girl behind you on bike.”

Mr. Shindo was a regular at Eiji’s Repair Shop ever since Mizu was young. A man with temper and sass, he only trusted Eiji with his services. But with sass came a lot of gossip. Mizu wouldn’t believe the amount of drama happening the neighborhood if it wasn’t for Mr.Shindo’s loud mouth.

“Ok dad, I know it’s a girl but-“

“And he say he saw you hold hands! And drive off?!”, Eiji yelled with concern.

Mizu never really heard him this loud. There was the occasional disagreement and arguments about the Sunday game or who’s cooking for dinner. It was just banter at the most.

When Mizu told him about Mikio and why she left him & all his problems, he stayed calm and silent. Not many words were said when she admitted everything he did during the relationship. But it was comforting to know that her adopted dad was there, quietly listening to her sobs at the dining table.

“I know it’s not a guy but-“

“Guy, girl I do no care. Who is she?”

Mizu was stunned. Yeah, her dad’s English wasn’t the best but his words hit deep. The only time he pulled out the “I don’t care” in her lifetime was a foul customer.

A man by the name of Chiaki was on his knees close to closing hours, begging on his knees for Eiji to fix his motorcycle in hopes to make it faster. After constant days of his begging and pleading during open & closing, Eiji took it into his shop. After countless days of watching her dad attempt to fix the customer’s bike, Chiaki started criticizing and called him an “decrepit old man unable to fix shit”. Mizu wanted to rock his shit but her dad stopped her before she could.

“I may be old, but I do no care. Leave with your piece of shit you call a bike.”, Eiji said as Chiaki sped off, flipping the bird as he sent off.

"Mizu? You there?, Eiji asks. Mizu snaps back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"You tired of guys now, ha?"

Mizu scoffed, laughing at the unexpected response. She hears a hearty chuckle through the phone.

"Yeah yeah.", Mizu sighs in relief, "She's my girlfriend. Her name is Y/N.", Mizu answered, a blush blooming on her face.

"Ah good. Next time you come home, bring her. I'll make my barbeque special.", Eiji says lightheartedly.

Mizu's eyes lit up. It had been a while since she visited home. And to be greeted with the smell of her dad's honey BBQ baby back ribs and juicy prime rib? Yeah, she was sold.

"I will. I'll let you know when I'll visit."

"And Mizu?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"She take good care of you?", he asks in a concerned tone.

MIzu smiles, knowing the slow burn of confusion, hatred, and rage he witnessed over the many years. He was present during her silent middle school self, her angsty & stubborn teenage years, and her confused & rage-filled self during her previous relationship.

She looks at the wall where a photobooth strip of you two hung. It was during one of your exploring the city dates when you two found a vintage photo booth. A little dusty but it did the job of capturing you two together.

"Yes. Yes, she does, dad."

later that week, u get a text msg from mizu asking if u are free for the weekend

thinking it was another weekend date, u clear out ur schedule

and then she texts u its ab coming home w her for the weekend and see her dad

this was kinda out of nowhere

it rlly threw u off

it has been a few months now...

so yk what

maybe it is time u say hi

that friday u get on her motorcycle and ride to her hometown

its only an hr out but seeing the change from a college town to a smaller town felt like another world

You feel the motorcycle slow down as you head towards the exit. The wind calms down as you pass by the welcome sign to Kohama. As you go down the exit, you look out. Down below is a winding path to the seaside town. The town hangs next to a cliff. From your point of view, you could spot the deep blue ocean shimmers as Mizu takes you down the road.

She goes at a slower pace, taking in the familiar sights she left behind: the tall pine trees, a long coastline as far as the eye can see, and boulders scattering the beaches every once in a while. She rolls up to a stop sign and lifts her visor up.

"Smells like home."

You mimic her motions, lifting yours as well. The faint scent of sea salt mixed with the cool breeze from the ocean.

With both of you refreshed, Mizu continued along the path towards the middle of town.

u guys roll into her neighborhood

the houses share a similar bungalow-style

only changing in shades of color

however, something caught ur eye

well

more like ur nose

the smell of sweet barbeque caught ur attention

mizu immediately knew it was her dad cooking it up

meeting modern!mizu’s dad aka swordfather was a lil awkward

when u first arrived, he was busy in the back barbecuing and taking care of the dinner tonight

so u didnt meet him until u fully entered the house

hes busy in the back barbequing

and he does see u but the only thing he knows ab u is that ur dating his daughter

“Dad?”, Mizu calls through the house. You follow her footsteps down the hallway. She then opens the backdoor at the end, the midday shining into the hallway.

The sun blinds you for a second. You see a growing backyard with bushes aligning the fence. Tucked in the corner lied a storage shed surrounded by bikes and a few spare tires. Next to the shed is a grill in use, smoke coming out of the vent.

“I’m here Mizu.” An elderly voice called, his back facing you.

He turns around, a faint pout on his face. His eyes squinting from the harsh midday sun.

“You bring girlfriend?”

Mizu grins at her dad’s comment. She looks back at you and softly grabs your hand, pulling you next to her.

“This is Y/N.”

You smiled, waving at Mizu’s father. You know he’s not a bad guy, just a badass through Mizu’s stories of back home. However, you’re still anxious underneath your pleasing demeanor.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

You look up to meet his gaze. Old, tired eyes stare back. Stern but not mean or cruel. Amiable. You could only wonder how much wisdom he has behind those eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I am Eiji.”

He waves back, awkwardly smiling as he tends to the grill. The interaction had a striking similarity to when you first met Mizu: cordial, dry, and a little awkward.

Like father, like daughter, you suppose.

after introducing urself, mizu lets eiji cook

(LET HIM COOK ‼️‼️)

when ur making sides together in the kitchen, he gets a glimpse of how u guys act together

and he watches u help mizu make the sides like mac & cheese, baked potatoes, biscuits, and stir fried green beans

typically, he would be helping her cook

but seeing u help her mix the macaroni

and mizu helping u cut the green beans

hes a proud man and feels safe knowing mizu is ok

when mizu pops into the bathroom, he checks in on the cooking

You put on the red and blue mitts and carefully place the mac and cheese into the oven. You feel the fiery heat of the oven against your forearms.

“How is cooking going?”

You close the oven and look behind to find Eiji. You nod in response.

“It’s going good! We’re almost done.”, you say as you move to the side. He gets a view of your work with Mizu: a plate of stir fried garlic string beans with crispy fried onions, a stack of baked potatoes along with bowls of toppings portioned by Mizu, Red Lobster cheddar bay biscuits, and the max and cheese that’s currently baking.

“Thank you for inviting me over and letting me stay.”, you say politely as you put the mittens away.

He nods back, a small smile forming around his lips.

The conversation falls short. A silence fills the air.

For a little too long.

It’s almost uncomfortable to breath, let alone talk, in the kitchen.

“Ribs are almost done. Please help set tables with me.”

You follow his request and help him with the plates and utensils.

“You know,”, You look up from the dinner table, giving Eiji your attention. “I did not know Mizu would bring girlfriend back.”

He chuckled as he looked back at you. You hear the emphasis on “girl” and laughed along. After hearing about Mizu’s previous relationship during the beginning of your relationship, you started to understand her ways.

And now, you understood why Eiji was awkward earlier in the day. When Mizu first met you, it was anxiousness meeting you. For Eiji, it was out of concern from Mizu’s past.

“Yeah, I’m probably not what you expected.”, you tease.

A hearty laugh comes out of Eiji. You feel the heaviness in the room lifts.

“But I’ll be here for her. I plan to, don’t worry.”, you reassure him. As serious as you sound, it was all true.

He hums in agreement. He puts down the final fork and walks over to the stir-fried green beans. His fingers reach for a string bean and tastes your cooking.

“Mm. You are honest.”, he pauses as he takes another bite. “You also make mean green beans.”

You snort, the compliment catching you off guard.

���Mean green beans?”, you question. You take a bean from the plate.

He nods.

Mean green beans…

while u and eiji are having a moment,

modern!mizu is listening to all of this go down

she tries not to smile when she comes back into the kitchen

but on the inside, she’s relieving hes getting along with u

once u and mizu help set the food on the table, its feasting time

ik for a fact that those baby back ribs are dangerously juicy

practically ripping off the bone

and with that honey bbq sauce???

and not to mention the prime rib??????

perfectly cooked

super tender

u can literally taste thyme, rosemary, and garlic with every juicy bite

(i shouldnt be writing this while im hungry)

u all enjoy a delicious dinner

afterwards, modern!mizu would give u a detailed tour of her childhood home

her fencing trophies lined up in the living room

and hallway

and bedroom

eiji didnt always say it but he was proud

if u couldnt tell already

when u guys went out to the backyard, u spot eiji working on a motorcycle in the shed

its not the biggest shed

but a closer look inside painted a pic of who he was

him on a motorcycle w his friends when he was much younger

a framed pic of a lil mizu on her scooter with him on a motorcycle, both vehicles with matching colors

the grand opening of eiji’s car shop

young mizu at the beach nearby

another of teenage mizu holding her keys and next to a blue 2004 toyota camry

u laughed and pointed it out

eiji chuckling along w u and describing the picture as mizu’s first drive after getting her license at age 16

she looks so much younger but u giggle at the scowl

on the other hand, modern!mizu is kinda embarrassed from her high school self

as crazy and insane and stubborn as she was, it was a big moment for her and for eiji

her girl could finally drive

and she got her first taste of freedom

did she cringe as u stared and laughed at how different she looked? yeah

but at least eiji isnt reminicising alone

[gureishi]

Hello~ can you please do a HC NSFW with Jumin based in “Freak” by Doja Cat? please.

Btw, thank you, had a good day.

Teehee! What I'm getting out of this is you wanna hear about Jumin being dominated. An excellent idea.

NSFW below the cut (cw: light bondage, gagging, biting)

Jumin's in charge, so much of the time.

In his daily life, of course, everyone listens to him. He speaks and people fall silent; he enters a room and they stand at attention. It's always been this way, and he's used to it.

And so it's natural that there are certain ways in which he wants to take charge at home, too. He likes to see the way your face flushes when he tells you to strip for him; he loves it when you're pinned down beneath him—or tied up—or blindfolded and writhing as he skims his fingertips over your bare skin.

But it is exhausting taking the lead all the time, and it is overwhelming always having the last word. Some days, Jumin gets a soft sort of look in his eyes, like he needs someone to sit him down and tell him what to do. Oh, and you’d love to.

He speaks all day long—firm and full of gravity—and so perhaps he would like to not speak at all. He'd love it if you gag him with a piece of silk and part his thighs as he sits on the couch, running your hand over the bulge in his pants till he can't see straight.

"Don't make a sound," you'll tell him. He'll groan and then go silent, because he delights in being good for you.

You'll take his clothes off slowly, breathing on his skin and making him shiver. You'll tell him to get on the ground (on the ground) and he'll do it with big, wide eyes because he’s not used to being given orders.

Tie his arms over his head with another bit of silk—or anything soft that will make him feel like he's floating. Maybe he'd like to be tied to the arm of the couch or the base of one of his ridiculously overpriced end tables. Tell him what you're going to do to him in a clear voice and see the way he shudders.

He needs you so badly he doesn't remember who he is.

Tease him—torment him. Kiss all along his length but don't take it all the way into your mouth; nibble at his skin to leave the tiniest little bruises dotting his neck and chest and arms (he'll thank you for it later, because he loves to remember that he's yours).

Remind him to stay silent when he hisses at the feeling of your teeth on his ear—then stroke him with your hand till he's shaking and pull away, leaving him desperate and miserable.

Oh, but it's the kind of misery that makes the whole world go blurry. Take the silk from his mouth and tell him to beg for you: he'll do it, like this—and his deep voice will shake as he whispers your name.

Ask him if he wants you. He is so solid and sure of himself most of the time, but he'll tell you yes in a hoarse whisper that's full of longing. If he doesn't have you, he'll simply fade away.

So you straddle him and set the rhythm: so slow, at first, that he thinks the world is going to end. Pause to bend over and kiss his throat to feel the way it vibrates.

And perhaps his eyes will flash dark, the way they sometimes do—perhaps he'll look straight at you and tell you, in a voice full of certainty, not to tease him anymore. And this command out of nowhere will set you on fire: you'll go faster now, fingers tingling, muscles aching as you try to keep it together.

You'll come at the same time, and through a haze of pleasure you'll see the way his eyes cloud over. He's not here, you think—he's not seeing. He's lost in the ocean of belonging to you.

Afterwards, you will cover his body in tender kisses. He'll clear his throat, feeling a little bit awkward—but you'll give him his clothes and smile and then climb into his lap and he'll feel normal again.

"Thank you," he'll purr, face buried in your shoulder. You'll laugh because it's an odd thing to say.

"For what, darling?"

He'll breathe deeply and hold you tight, and you'll know that he means a lot of things.

"For letting me be soft," he'll say. And you know what he means: he is sharp like ice all day long—but here, in your home, he can bend; he can fold; he can be held.

[todorokissidehoe]

iv. Terminal · b. katsuki

"L/N! Pay attention please." "H….huh?" Feeling the attention of my classmates shifting to me I jolt awake putting a hand up on my cheek feeling wetness my the corner of my mouth — drool. Blood rushing to my cheeks as I tried to wipe off the saliva.

"S-sorry…" having my head down cast. Our teacher resumed the lesson, "Sleeping in class?" I snapped my head up to see Bakugou smirking at me, "Shut up!"

~ ❃ ~

The bell rung signalling that it was time for lunch, I sat across Mina and the one person I hate the most just had to be beside me. No thanks to Ei and Mina. How. Fucking. Great. Not wanting to be with Bakugou for the next second, I walked to Lunch Rush requesting my usual meal.

"Thank you for the meal!" Grabbing my chopsticks I started to gobble down chunks of rice along with some teppanyaki (Japanese dish of meat, fish, or both, fried with vegetables on a hot steel plate forming the centre of the table.) "Oi. Can you never fuckin' eat properly?" Pissed that I was being criticized, I stuck my tongue out at him, "Suck my dick asshole."

"L/N-san you're eating, you shouldn't be saying those things!" Sero scolded, I muttered a silent "sorry" and continued eating.

After I finished eating, patting my stomach in satisfaction, "Ahhh… I'm about to burst… nothing could beat Lunch Rush's food!" Feeling gas forming in my stomach I let out a loud burp gaining everyone's attention at the table.

"—oops." Flashing them an awkward smile with a hand behind my neck, they either sighed, facepalmed or looked away as if they didn't know me. Oh well.

~ ❃ ~

"Oi Katsuki!" We were now dismissed after a long day of school. Everyone scattering, chatting and walking home with their friends or lovers. "WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO CALL ME KATSUKI HuH?!" His fingers bending with explosions emitting from the palms of his hands.

"It was I, Y/N L/N." Striking a dramatic triumphant pose at him, "FUCK OFF!" Pouting at him I activate my quirk with the image of Midoriya surpassing him. "I'M NOT AN IDIOT I KNOW THAT'S YOUR QUIRK DEKU CAN ONLY WISH" Sticking my tongue at him being the petty self I was.

"I'm calling you Katsuki from now on so deal with it." Holding him by the ear I proceeded to drag him to my doorway, "LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!" With a teeny bit of strength he managed to get out of my hold.

Knowing I was probably going to be burned alive I ran as fast as I possibly could, not wanting to die so early. "I'M SORRY!!!" Screaming at the top of my lungs, I wasn't the faster runner compared to the both of us so it's safe to say he caught up rather quickly.

Grabbing me by the waist I started bursting out laughing, "So that's your weakness." Evil grins everywhere on plastered on his face, falling on the ground, he started picking up his pace tickling my waist non-stop. "O..OKAY…. IM...IM SORRY!!!"

His hands coming to a halt I wipe the stray tears that fell while I was being tickled so harshly by Katsuki. Remind me to never get on his bad side. I feel bad for Midoriya, having to deal with his shit daily.

Taking my fallen bookbag, I straighten my messed up uniform. "I swear I'll get back at you one day…" I muttered under my breath praying to the gods he hadn't heard me, "Did you say something?" "EEK!! NOPE BYE" Fearing his wrath I ran my way back home.

Panting vigorously I locked the door, I admit, he isn't that horrible of a person once you get to know him. Just a teeny tiny bit loud and rowdy but other than that he's quite cool.

After all that running a bath sounds extremely good. Deciding on which bath bomb to use I walk my way to the bathroom to pass a portrait of me and my mom when I was still a toddler. Taking it off of the nail hanging in the wall I wrap my arms around it begging for things to go back to old times.

Reminiscing old memories of when things weren't hectic but calm, placing the old portrait back where it belonged I continued walking my way to the bath.

Checking the ideal temperature for my bath I dropped the bath bomb that I had picked out a couple minutes prior. Watching the water conjoin with the different colors is mesmerizing, I swear I could stare at it forever and not get tired!

Stripping the robe I had on, I dipped into the bathtub completely, the warmness of the water soaking into my skin immediately.

~ ❃ ~

Finishing up my bath, I dabbed my skin with a towel then proceed to wrap it around my chest. Walking to my room I change into my pajamas, laying down on my bed, whilst on my phone, scrolling through instagram and my other social medias.

After a bunch of saving reaction memes to use I made the decision to message Katsuki.

Y/N L/N

Hiiiiiiiiiii I'm here to annoy you

24/7 teehee

Seen 8:13pm

Katsuki Bakugou

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT

YOU FUCKING EXTRA?

Seen 8:14pm

Y/N L/N

Nothign hdut annoiing ouy

heegee

Seen 8:14pm

Katsuki Bakugou

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN

SAYING???

Seen 8:14pm

Y/N L/N

Idk man I'm high 😔👊🏻

Seen 8:15pm

Y/N has set Katsuki nickname to fucking hedgehog.

Seen 8:15pm

fucking hedgehog

OH FUCK YOU WOMAN

Seen 8:15pm

fucking hedgehog has set your name to illiterate extra.

illiterate extra

Yorue nto worng…

Seen 8:16pm

fucking hedgehog

Whatever I'm going to sleep

Seen 8:16pm

Illiterate extra

ooOOU thsi ehdgehog needs

hjs beaury sleep amirite

Seen 8:16pm

Seen 8:21pm

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"HMPH HOW DARE HE LEAVE ME ON SEEN"