#kirishima x f!reader

[emmyrosee]

He just looks so good in the mornings.

Flaming locks of red hair down, mouth full from the toothpaste foam that he scrubs at, his sweatpants low on his hips to reveal just the smallest slip of the band of his boxers. His eyes sleepily blink at himself, but widen and curve into a smile as you slowly creep into the bathroom to be with him.

“Hey beautiful,” he hums, voice warbled behind the toothbrush and paste. “You’re up early, ain’t ya?”

“It was cold,” you pout, your arms wrapping lowly around his waist as you burrow into the muscles of his back. Seemingly second nature, his free hand rests on top of yours, fingers nudging to lace affectionately in your sleepy grip. “Hate when you leave so early…”

“I know, momma,” he hums, bending down slightly to spit the frothed toothpaste in the sink. “But’ll only be for a few hours; I’ll come home as soon as I can.”

“But that’s too long,” you whine. His back shakes as he chuckles, bouncing you slightly, and you do your best to hide the smile that wants to break out over your face.

“You can be a good girl for me, yeah?” He says, gently bringing the hand he’s holding closer to his face. “I’ll grab some nice dinner for us on my way home, have a quiet night in?” Lips plant a kiss to your soft knuckles, and you smile as the kisses turn into little pecks over all of your fingers, gingerly extending them so he may kiss the pads.

“Your stubble is wild today,” you snort, fingers curling slightly under the tickle of the coarse hairs.

He snorts and gently lets go of your hand, “fuck, I know.” The hand once holding yours scratching over the grate of his cheeks, “gotta shave this shit before I go- I forget you’re not used to seein’ my five o’clock shadow.”

“It’s hot,” you purr, and this makes the glimmer in his eyes turn playful, and the lips on his face turn to a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How hot is it?” He murmurs, leaning down to rest his face in the crook of your neck. You squeal and toss your arms around his shoulders, giggling softly with the feeling of his stubble raking over the thin skin of your neck. You mewl and burrow into the warm muscles as he lets his hands wander lovingly.

“Hot enough where you should call out and be with me,” you murmur, relishing in the way his chest rumbles with laughter. "Hot enough where I'm officially pissed you shave it every morning. Hot enough where I want you to throw me on the-"

"Okay," he interrupts, smirking all the same. "Point taken. You like my stubble."

You scoff and lean up to kiss him again, another chance at savoring the coarse hairs on his jaw and cheeks.

"'Like it?' My love, it's damned delicious."

You say nothing else as you spin on your heel, leaving him alone in the brightness in the bathroom to linger on your words.

You smirk into your cup of tea when he comes out unshaven.

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

[shotorozu]

ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a “nice guy” instead? thank you <33

NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST

characters . . .

ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO

notes . . .

a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback 🧍‍♀️ (a lil sneak peek: it’s todobakudeku as ex husbands)

female! reader

MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks it’s going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humor— she’s actually going to throw up in her mouth… 🤢 though, she already clocked this guy’s tea iykwim… she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wanted— especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitch…

“she’s not gonna pick you… if you’re really that nice, you’d stop being so sad… 😹”

if the advancements didn’t stop, she’d basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested… even if it was laughable on her end.

“let’s go my scissor sister!!”

“girl??”

EIJIROU is an actual nice guy… he doesn’t need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips… he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a “nice guy” because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like… what if he’s the one that’s not nice for thinking this way? he’s literally gaslighting himself at this point 😭

but because EIJIROU’s so nice, he’d actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesn’t need to do all of this because you’re just not interested (oh, and y’all are dating!!)

“hey man… i’m telling you this because i thought you’d want to know, but she’s not interested. might never be, so like… quit it, dude.”

but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, that’s when he starts getting visibly angry… he’ll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and he’ll get in between y’all. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then he’d be right behind you with his arms crossed.

DENKI laughs because he thinks this isn’t a serious thing at all like… there’s no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead serious— and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.

similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him what’s up. except, he’d do it so casually, the guy would probably think he’s joking. now, DENKI’s scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though he’d never resort to such tactics!!)

he’ll try to joke that being a “nice guy” is out of style (except he’s not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, he’d just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.

“bro was gooning so hard 😭 that was not sigma 😹”

KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but it’s such an expected reaction— the nice guy doesn’t even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyed— pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you can’t deal with the problem, nor that it isn’t worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesn’t want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of y’all to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.

KATSUKI doesn’t even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and they’re ALONE?? he’s approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it known— but KATSUKI doesn’t care anymore.

“i was just being nice! can’t a guy be nice anymore??”

“oh so you wanna die—”

“sheesh, okay! fine! i’ll stop. the bitch doesn’t deserve it anyway…”

“… say what.”

KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)

“ngl i can’t believe he thought that’d work.”

“well he’s a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.”

SHOUTO is so confused, because he can’t understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he can’t understand lying about who you are to get something— especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. it’s one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but it’s another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.

SHOUTO looks puzzled— insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he could’ve been wrong too 😭

SHOUTO wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s trying to get in between of you. he’s literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be moved— even if the guy tried to push him aside (also… that’s certainly a choice..)

SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your height— even if he doesn’t need to. nice guy probably already knows that you’re not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.

“please get it right. she’s not short.” (he’d say, if you’re not)

“you’re quite wrong, she’s not that short.” (he’d say, if you are)

and he’d just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nope…)

“you didn’t have to annihilate him like that,” you’d tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, “i thought he was a nice guy”

“they finish last. at least, according to a saying.”

[aciddrattboyy]

angel tango

youre a beautiful harp player and kiri's just a hero who was graced with your presence the end

kirishima x f!reader ☆ fluff, smut(kinda) ☆ wc: 2.5k cw: erm dry humping, public kinda(in a closet) making out for literally like 2 seconds i think a/n: another reupload sigh, im posting this one again bc i didnt even have mha like on my list of fandoms id write for so this is reopening a door i suppose

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“wheres bakugo,” 

“getting hassled by reporters,” kirishima laughed at denkis answer, eyes searching the crowded ballroom for his friend. and there he was, looking rather uncomfortable and stiff in his three piece suit while reporters gathered around him. 

“we should go save him,” kirishima said lightly, still laughing at the sight. 

“nah man it’ll be our turn soon enough everyones gotta do it,” kirishima turned his eyes back to denki who was now snatching cocktails off of the plates waitresses were walking around with. kirishima gave him a look before politely declining a waiter handing him a glass. “i dont see why youre so against having fun,” denki rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his drink. 

kirishima ignored him, instead opting to look over the room again. it was dimly lit, yellow light from lamps and candles shining a soft illumination over the room. his eyes seemed to snag on the stage. it was a modest size, though not as big as one you would see in a theater. it was empty now, the soft spotlights shining light on nothing. he knew there would be people up there soon enough, including himself. but he was told that there would be a performance before any of the speeches took place. and now, he found himself curious as to what the performance would be. he tapped denkis shoulder with the back of his hand, his eyes still transfixed on the stage.

“do you know whos performing tonight?” kirishima turned his head slightly to hear denki better.

“no not really, why?” denki looked at the stage briefly before looking back at kirishima. he just shrugged his shoulders, also not entirely sure why he needed to know now. he said a brief goodbye to denki before heading deeper into the room, looking for someone who would hopefully be able to tell him who was going to be on that stage. 

he really didnt need to know. but he was bored and tired of standing around doing nothing. so this was sort of a way to keep himself occupied for at least a little while. 

kirishima was able to find sero, chatting and laughing with mina as they both held glasses in their hands. he smiled, walking through crowds of people to reach them. but before he could even say hello, the ballroom fell silent as the curtains on the stage opened slowly. 

his breath hitched as he stood next to sero and mina, no longer making an effort to acknowledge them as he saw you walk out. 

from head to toe, you just looked enchanting. sparkling gems decorated your hair and jewels adorned your neck, wrists, and fingers. a black velvet dress fit tightly to your torso and cascaded down your hips, skimming the wooden floors below you. 

you looked ethereal as the lights from above shined down on you, the other people behind you seemed to drown in your shadow. you gave the audience a smile, before politely bowing your head as the host for this hero gala joined the stage. 

“thank you all for joining us this evening, as you know all proceedings from this event will be going to the trauma and destruction charities you all chose…” 

kirishima wasnt really listening to anything that man was saying, his eyes completely transfixed on you as you stood to the side of the hero talking. kirishima could tell you werent nervous, your demeanor was relaxed as you positioned your harp without making a sound and nodded at the speakers words. 

“to thank you all for coming, we have asked Ms. Y/n to perform for us this evening,”

kirishima was snatched from his haze when mina excitedly grabbed at the sleeve of his tuxedo. 

“oh my god thats her ?!” kirishima looked at mina bewildered as he shook his arm eagerly.

“huh? who? who is she?” kirishima asked, his gaze alternating between you and the enthusiastic hero next to him. 

“how have you not heard of her?! shes a famous harpist known for only playing at high-end events !!” 

“i heard she doesnt have a quirk either,” sero chimed in, taking another swig of his cocktail before turning his attention back to the stage. kirishima did the same, now drowning out mina as she tried to pry more information out of sero. 

it was like time stopped for a moment as you thanked the hero and took the microphone from the man as he walked off the stage. you cleared your throat away from the mic, wordlessly thanking a host for positioning a chair next to your harp before turning your attention back to the audience. 

“i know it has already been said,” your voice sounded like heaven. kirishima could swear up and down that he was witnessing an angel talk to all of the mere mortals gathered in this room. “but thank you all for coming. the trauma and destruction charities dedicate time and money to help victims of villain attacks and victims who were caught in the cross fire. when the night gets closer to the end i will be auctioning off my harp and all of the money made will also be going to these charities,” you truly were an angel. kirishima seemed to realize how famous you really were when he saw how riled up the crowd had gotten at the mere idea of being able to own something that was once yours. 

you bowed to croud once more before elegantly sitting down on the wooden chair and adjusting the mic so it was right in front of your mouth as you got in position to play. 

the first pluck of a string was enough to silence any of the lingering conversations. the audience was completely transfixed and kirishima was utterly hypnotized. he didnt even register when denki eventually made his way to the trio, multiple glasses in his hand as he passed them out to sero and mina. 

you looked so refined, back straight and head angled. you looked like you were meant to be on that stage. your fingers danced over the strings as you sang. it sounded like you were singing words into existence, like you were creating a language all over again. 

without much information, kirishima could tell you were singing an original song. something heartfelt and full of truths of your past and the skeletons that you held in your closet. your eyes were shut with focus as you played beautiful and sang impressively. 

swiping a quick finger under his eye, kirishima realized he was starting to cry because of the sheer beauty that was you. 

“woah are you crying?” denki spoke in an amused hushed whisper, snagging minas arm to get her attention on the red head crying next to them. kirishima only shook his head, ignoring it almost entirely as he continued to watch. he didnt even want to blink, afraid to miss even a nanosecond of your presence. 

when the performance eventually came to an end, kirishima knew he was clapping the loudest, eyes staying on you as he hoped for even a second that you would look his way. 

unfortunately for him, you did not look at him, instead looking at the audience as a whole as you stood up and bowed, grabbing the microphone once more. 

“i hope the performance was enjoyable for you all, have a blessed night and stay for the auctioning if your interested, thank you!!” kirishima watched as you passed the microphone off to the spokesperson he didnt even notice walk up on stage. you backed into the shadows, grabbing your harp and moving it behind stage with the help of a hostess. he watched as you smiled and conversed with others as you disappeared behind the curtain. 

kirishima was never one to stay at these things to the very end. but now he had to. he had to see you once more. he grew frustrated when he remembered that he would have to go over and give the same boring speech he gave at all of these events. a task he would normally do with passion seemed stupid and a waste of time. everything seemed to be like a waste of time when seeing you one last time was on his mind. 

suddenly, he got an idea. brushing his friends off, he walked towards the door to behind the stage. he knew any random person wouldnt be allowed back there, especially at an event like this. but he had a semi good excuse. 

“im red riot, ill be giving a speech soon and id like to prepare behind stage,” the amount of confidence in his tone was enough for the poor host to quickly open the door for him, keeping their eyes averted as the determined man walked through the door. 

the cool air of the smaller room was more than a relief as kirishima begun to look around. there were people constantly walking around, giving orders and moving boxes. kirishima didnt even know where to start looking for you. taking one step deeper inside, he was able to pick up your voice once more. 

“no- honestly it wasnt that bad, its just very hot up there with all the lights y’know?” you were sat cross legged on a small stool, conversing with your hair stylist as they took out the gems and placed them in a dish. 

kirishima wasnt sure how to approach, not wanting your first meeting to end with you thinking he was just a weirdo who followed you back here. even though, he kind of was acting weird. kirishima could admit that he had never done anything like this before, not once feeling such an urge to talk to someone. for a split second kirishima thought about leaving, just walk out that door and pray that he would be able to see you at the auction. 

“oh kirishima! youre early, come on lets get you ready!” before he could even register what was happening, a makeup stylist was dragging his farther into the room by his sleeve and sitting him down on another stool. “ill get you a drink!” the stylist left without another word, running off to who knows where. 

but now that kirishima wasnt completely off guard, he realized he was sitting less than ten feet away from you. you looked over at him and gave him a soft smile before turning back to the mirror.

“i saw you play,” kirishima started speaking before he really even thought about what to say but he couldnt seem to stop. “it was incredible- you were incredible,” he saw your eyes widen slightly, the smile on your face growing.

“thank you so much, im glad you liked it!” you were cheerful now. you knew your playing was good, there was no doubt about that. but it wasnt everyday a well known hero was personally complimenting your work. kirishima was practically buzzing at this point. you were even more beautiful this close up. he smiles at you, his hands fidgeting in his lap. 

“i really did… so do-do you have any other plans for the night…?” kirishima internally cringed at his own question. he felt like he sounded like a desperate weirdo. but all insecurities seemed to be washed away when you laughed softly. with your hairdresser long gone at this point, you turned on your stool to face him. 

“hmm no not really- i mean other than the auction not really, ill probably just hang around the ballroom before then,” your smile never left your face as you looked at the fidgeting man across from you. it was easy to tell he was nervous and you found it cute. 

“oh i see… um do you maybe want to uh- accompany me?” kirishima could hear his heart beating erratically under his button down shirt, fidgeting with his fingers as he felt his hands grow clammy. 

“id love to, but dont you have a speech to give?”

“oh yea but thats not till later- wait,” kirishimas eyes widened at your question when he finally registered it. “how do you know that?” you shrugged your shoulders. it seemed like now it was your turn to feel awkward.

“oh i just was looking at the itinerary before i went on stage and saw that you were on there,” your face grew hot as you could feel kirishimas gaze on you. 

“you know who i am?!” the tone of kirishimas voice made it seem like he was genuinely shocked that someone like you would know about lil ol’ him. 

“of course i know, youre one of the most highly reputed pro heroes of this generation,” you were stumbling over your words now, which was probably more embarrassing for you than him. before you could apologize, kirishima gave you a wide smile. it seemed like some of the worry he held was let go. 

“thats kind of a relief i suppose, better than you thinking im so nobody weirdo- now you can think of me as a pro hero weirdo,” kirishima joked, laughing with you. he noticed the way you brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you chuckled, cheeks growing hot. 

“i dont think youre weird, i think youre cute,” 

it went silent for what felt like more than a couple minutes as the two of you stare at each other. a thousand words seem to have been spoken between you two in a matter of seconds. 

kirishima didnt know how he got here, pressing you against the wall of some grimey storage closet out of the way of the ballroom or any of the guest or faculty there. his lips were moving desperately against yours as he hiked your dress up and draped your thigh over his hip. 

his hands were holding your waist firmly as he pressed against you, his tongue battling with yours as you rocked against him. shallow pants left his lips as your hands held onto his shoulders tightly, neck craning to the side when kirishima moved to leave wet kisses along your neck and collarbone. 

it was stuffy in the small space, but neither of you cared as kirishima began to buck his hips into you. a soft whine left your lips when kirishima lightly nipped at the skin of your neck, rubbing himself against you at a slow pace. 

the leg you were standing on began to shake softly at the continued onslaught of pleasure. you smashed your lips against his once more, earning a groan from kirishima as you bit his lower lip gently. 

“our next speaker is kirishima eijiro also known as the famous red riot!” 

the cheers from the crowd made both of you still for a minute before kirishima slowly pulled away from you, a sly smile on his face as he tried to calm his breathing. you looked at the state he was in through the low light and giggled lightly. 

“you look a mess,” you breathed out, chest rising and falling at a now slowing pace. kirishima chuckled, placing one last kiss on your lips before peaking his head out of the door. 

“i’ll find you after?” he asked, a look of longing in his eyes. you took his hand in yours, squeezing it softly. 

“you wont have to,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

[questioningmyexistence432]

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warnings - stalking

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he really didn’t know how you survived without him - he’d think to himself as he watched you fumble with your apartment door keys. watching you drop them to the floor and having to bend down, in that short skirt, to pick them back up. he watched - in a mix of fascination and slight annoyance. he always watched you with some sort of fascination - you were so…delicate and clumsy. how’d wonder how you got as far as you did without his surveillance. 

you hadn’t even questioned a thing - obviously not bothered by the constant pair of eyes on you. or, did you just not notice? that was even more concerning. it went from you just catching his eye to what it was now - him watching you from afar at every chance he got. tailing you as you go about your daily activities. it was a routine for both you and him. 

what really ticked him off? he’d been in your apartment countless times now. hell, he’d even placed a small camera on your bookshelf the last time he was there - with you sound asleep in your cosy-looking bed. he’d laid himself down on it a few times while you had been grocery shopping - taking in the comforting scent. even going so far as to bury his face in your pillow. 

he knew you would be his the first time he saw you. so what if he didn’t go about it conventionally. that didn’t matter to him and he would make sure it didn’t matter to you. it might be rough to start out but he knew you. knew more about you than anyone else did. he’d have you and you were going to be thrilled with that decision. 

so, as he continued to watch you. finally, you managed to open your apartment door. ‘now or never.’ - you’d be happy in your new home and you’d better be ecstatic at your new companion. after all, he went through so much to finally take you home - he expected some gratefulness from you.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

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Pro Hero and single father Eijiro Kirishima raises a brow when coming to a stop in front of the complex where he lived, tilting his head as he adjusts the hold he has on the groceries he’s carrying. There’s a large moving truck with various workers carefully handling belongings and boxes alike into the building. Fresh from patrol he had civilian clothes of an open button up manly-pink shirt to reveal the tight fitting black undershirt and a pair of stylish black cargo pants and boots with red hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. One of his hands was holding tightly to the little one of a small girl of six who eagerly licked the little peach popsicle she’d begged from her big strong daddy to buy. “Looks like someone new is moving in.”

Curious, Aida raises her rose quartz gaze to meet his carmine, the wind playing with the little sundress covered in tiny prints of unicorns and rainbows she wore as she grins. “Maybe a new friend!”

“Maybe,” he chuckles to himself; she definitely got that smile from him. “Or maybe it’s a monster come to gobble up the sweetest little treat that keeps getting into trouble with her teacher.”

“Monsters don’t exist, daddy! Don’t tease me!”

“What? All I’m saying is if you weren’t such a trouble maker maybe an Angel would move in instead of that nightmarish guy with that barking Rottweiler like last year.” He grumbles the last part to himself with an exasperated expression that earns his daughter’s bubbly laugh.

“Or maybe my new mommy is moving in!”

He chokes audibly on his own spit, making his hand holding the several bags of groceries nearly fall from his grasp. “A-Aida!”

With a laugh, she slips free from his other hand and skips a few steps ahead. Her smile wavers and the popsicle falls from her hand in slow motion as she trips on the curb, eyes widening as she reaches for him in hopes he’ll catch her. Eijiro is just a hint too slow, his red gaze catching sight of a car coming too close taking his full attention as he protectively moves forward—

“Whoa, easy there!”

His hand clasps empty air as a stranger appears from around the moving truck, your arms quickly scooping up the little girl to save her from the tumble. The Pro Hero can only watch in shock and mild amusement when his daughter begins to thank you profusely and even offers you the rest of her popsicle. “Thanks for the save, really, I—“ His words are cutoff when your gazes meet, for the first time in his life he felt as if the sky had swallowed him up when your lips rise into a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself.

“That was a close one!” You coo at Aida softly, brushing your fingers beneath her eyes when they threaten to tear up. “Aww, there, there! It’s alright now! See?” The little girl you held breaks into a fit of giggles when you nuzzle her cheek with your nose as a playful smile raises your lips.

Did his heart just skip a beat?

Did that long forgotten warmth suddenly flood his chest?

Did a blush just enter his cheeks when you shoot him a wink as you continue to play with his daughter?

Those hips…breasts…oh, heavens, those thighs…lean calves and arms…that face…your voice… He very much liked what he saw. “Oh, damn it all to hell…” he whispers to himself as he takes in your outfit and appearance.

“No swearing!”

Now the blush becomes one of embarrassment at his daughter’s scolding. “Hey, little gem, I’m the adult not you. I can say whatever I please!”

A laugh sounds from you that instantly earns his sheepish chuckle. “Your daddy is right, but a manly-man like himself should be a little more careful of that mouth of his when such a cutie is around! Gotta set the best example for the pretty little princess, after all!” The tip of your tongue teasingly appears between your smirking lips as you send him a wink.

Eijiro was never one to believe in that whole “love at first sight” nonsense. Even with his first wife, now deceased, there hadn’t been a connection like this. This felt like a wildfire had woken from deep within his veins.

Oh, shit…

He could barely compose himself when you introduced yourself. And when you said what unit you were moving into, revealing that is was the one directly across from theirs. Meaning if he opened his front door and you opened yours, the two of you would be facing one another.

Oh, shit…

“Daddy?” Seeing Aida become worried about her suddenly unresponsive father, you move closer so that her waving hand is closer to his face. Amusement filled you when the little girl promptly shoved the rest of her popsicle between his partially gaping lips. “Daddy! You’re staring at the nice lady!”

You couldn’t resist leaning closer and dipping your voice slightly. “Earth to Red Riot~, your daughter is calling you…”

Now that blush was all over his face and ears, not to mention his neck, when you whisper his hero name in that tone.

Oh, shit on a shingle in the scorching summer sun on a Sunday…

“Daddy, you look like Uncle Denki when he sees a pretty girl.”

He snaps out of his stupor with a full bodied shake, trying to regain his composure and gives a chuckle while quickly eating the popsicle that had been shoved between his lips. “Yeah, I hear her, and she’s about to get a visit from the tickle monster for saying I look like Kaminari!”

You can’t help but laugh as Aida clings to you for protection while begging to be saved when he wiggles the fingers of his free hand. “Oh, no! I must save the princess! Quick! Let’s run away!”

He almost fell into a fit of laughter when you slip her onto your back and start to run away. Never has he seen his daughter warm up to anyone this quickly! And he can’t help but notice how natural this all feels…you holding her so close to you, the smiles on your and her faces, how Aida even nuzzled into your hair when the wind made it tickle her face.

It was as if this moment was straight out of a movie, like a sappy rom-com his previous wife had loved to watch. The memory was heart aching when recalling how things used to be, how the woman who had birthed Aida all those years ago wasn’t here because of the illness which took her life before the little girl had turned two. The breath in his lungs suddenly catches when for a split second, in a sudden gust of wind that caused several fallen cherry blossom petals to swirl in the air around you and Aida, he swore he saw her form appear while resting a hand upon your heads as you continue to play together.

Was this a sign that it was okay for him to find love again?

The apparition turns her attention to him and smiles before it vanishes.

He nearly jumps when something brushes his cheek, his red gaze shifting down to see it’s your hand that’s carefully wiping away the tear slipping down his cheek that he himself hadn’t been aware of. The touch was so soft, light as a feather, and so warm…

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” Aida asks softly, her little hand meeting his other cheek as another tear falls. “It’s okay, daddy, there, there!”

Sympathy fills you when you see the loss in his gaze despite the smile raising his lips. Without a single word, you place her within his arms and collect the groceries he was still carrying so that the two can have a moment, smiling softly to yourself when the two tightly embrace one another. What a cute father-daughter pair they made. Your gaze shifts from them to the moving crew still at work and with a soft smile while placing the bags beside his feet so as not to disturb them, you turn and walk away to continue moving in.

Maybe coming to this side of town was going to be a good change after all.

[averysmolbear]

CW: This features a female or afab reader. There’s talk of their menstrual cycle and all that that includes (albeit not graphically or anything). There’s maybe a pet name or two in there. Reader and unspecified “boyfriend” are both adults in this scenario. It’s also an established relationship with the reader and their boyfriend living together.

A/N: I wrote this because I’m going through it right now and it’s cathartic. I won’t be offended if anyone passes on reading it because of the subject matter. I didn’t include any specific character as the “boyfriend” in this and any characters I tag for it aren't the only characters that you could replace “the boyfriend” with when you’re reading this. I just tagged some of my faves and a few others.

You really should have been prepared for this. You knew it was coming, even if you couldn’t always time your period down to the day. Usually you stocked up in the days before you assumed your period would start but this month you had been so stressed that you hadn’t been paying attention.

You didn’t notice all of the usual signs. Sure, you were maybe a bit more emotional than normal but with everything going on lately, it was easy to assume it was just the stress piling up on you. You dealt with bouts of insomnia regularly as well so that didn’t even register as a sign of what was to come.

Now here you were, laying in bed, curled up in the fetal position — or as close as you could get to it — as you felt the cramps kicking your ass. They weren’t always this bad but this month was clearly not going to be kind to you. You weren’t in tears but you certainly weren’t looking to move any time in the near future.

The problem was that you kind of needed to get out of bed. You moved slowly, uncurling yourself, as you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. You could hear the tv on in the living room but you missed the sound of your boyfriend’s footsteps as he made his way down the hall to pop his head into the bedroom.

“Hey, babe?”

You looked up and forced a smile. After all, you didn’t want to be a bother. You had dealt with this sort of thing for years now. You didn’t want to make him deal with it too.

Your skin, however, was paler than usual and there were dark circles under your eyes. Your boyfriend had noticed you tossing and turning last night which is why he let you sleep in this morning without trying to get you up when he got up. But it was getting later and he had only wanted to see if you were hungry. Now, however, he was worried.

“You feeling okay?” He walked over to sit down next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders when you rested your head on his shoulder. “What can I do to help?”

You looked up and could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You shrugged and when he nudged you gently, you sighed, giving in.

“I just want to curl up on the couch,” you finally said. “Can you help me?”

His brow furrowed and without you asking, he scooped you up and carried you into the living. He carefully set you down on the couch before standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

“What do you need?”

You started to shake your head but he frowned and you know that putting up a front wouldn’t work. “Can you grab me a glass of water while I run to the bathroom?”

He nodded, already piecing together what might be going on. He watched you until you disappeared down the hall and then he got the water for you as well as some of your favorite snacks, making sure there were more sweet than savory options for you.

When you got back to the living room, you had changed into a pair of his sweatpants, drowning in them but comfortable. He smiled softly and handed you the water and gestured to the table filled with snacks. You softly laughed before taking a couple of pills to help with the pain and swallowing it down with a couple of sips of water.

He pulled you close so you could rest against him while you stretched out a bit on the couch. He handed you his phone, already opened to a delivery app.

“It’s almost noon. Pick something for lunch,” he explained as you looked up at him. “Whatever sounds good to you. And if you need me to run to the store, I can. Whatever you need, okay?”

You nodded, your attention drifting to the phone as you felt your boyfriend press a soft kiss to the top of your head. After picking something to order, you handed the phone back and snuggled in as much as you could, the warmth of your boyfriend’s body helping to soothe some of the pain you felt.

He rested a large hand on your stomach, slipping it innocently under the bottom hem of your shirt. As you glanced up, you saw him looking down at you with a light blush on his cheeks. You happily sighed and scooted just a bit closer to your boyfriend.

You might not feel the best right now but at least you knew he didn’t see you as a bother today. And hopefully a lazy day at his side would help as well. You knew he was going to spend the rest of the day pampering you but today, of all days, you were going to let it happen because you knew you needed it today more than ever.

And sometimes it was nice to be reminded that you weren’t a bother and that your boyfriend would move heaven and earth to make sure you were taken care of.

[lilimalia]

Releasing another ayato smau chapter (or 2…) the end of this week! What content would you like for the next monthly posts?

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Unspoken Support

Word Count: 745

Warnings: None

Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The evening air was cool as it drifted through the slightly ajar window, carrying with it the faint sounds of life from the U.A. High campus. The dorms were alive with the chatter and laughter of students, but within the walls of room 1-H, a serene quietude prevailed, broken only by the occasional click of a component being set into place or the soft hum of a machine powering on.

My focus was absolute, my hands steady as I worked on the latest addition to my arsenal of support gadgets. The device, when completed, would be a testament to the power of my quirk, Echo Pulse, enhancing its range and clarity to new heights. It was more than just a project; it was a piece of me, an echo of my own determination and will.

I was in the middle of calibrating a new device when a knock echoed through my room. “It’s open,” I called out, not lifting my gaze from the intricate circuitry sprawled before me.

The door swung open, and Eijiro Kirishima stepped in, his presence immediately filling the room with an infectious energy. “Hey, (Y/N)! Still working on that new gadget?” he asked, his eyes scanning the myriad of components scattered across my desk. ”Are you working hard or hardly working?” he joked.

I couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “A bit of both, I suppose,” I replied, setting aside my tools.  “It’s almost done. Just a few more adjustments.”

Kirishima approached, his curiosity piqued. “What does this one do?” he inquired, pointing to the device I was just working on.

“It’s an enhancement for my quirk. It amplifies the Echo Pulse so I can detect things further away and with more detail,” I explained, my hands never ceasing their movement.

“That’s awesome! You’re always coming up with cool stuff,” he praised, his admiration genuine.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at his words. Kirishima had that effect on people, his unyielding positivity and encouragement were just part of who he was. “Thanks, Kirishima. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, finally looking up to meet his gaze.

“So, what brings you here, Kirishima?” 

He grinned, his sharp teeth catching the light. “I brought you something,” he said, revealing a basket filled with snacks. “I know you skip meals when you’re in the zone.”

I laughed, accepting the basket. “You’re too good to me, Kirishima. How did you even know I like these?” I was touched by his gesture, the care he had taken to gather everything I loved. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his face. “I may have asked around,” he admitted.

We sat cross-legged on the floor, the basket between us, and began to indulge in the snacks. Between bites, our conversation flowed effortlessly, from the mundane to the profound. Kirishima spoke of his latest training with Bakugo, his words painting a vivid picture of their intense sessions.

“And then he said, ‘That’s not enough to break my unbreakable spirit!’ Can you believe that?” Kirishima recounted, his laughter echoing in the room.

A sudden burst of laughter from me cut him off, and he joined in, his own laughter deep and contagious. “Only Bakugo could come up with something like that,” I said, shaking my head in amusement. In that moment, surrounded by the fading light and the echo of our joy, I realized how much I cherished these simple exchanges, these quiet moments of connection.

As the evening wore on, we continued to talk, the basket slowly emptying. When Kirishima finally stood to leave, I handed him a box I had prepared, filled with his favorite protein bars.

“For all the times you’ve looked out for me,” I said, my heart swelling with gratitude.

He accepted the box with a wide smile, his eyes softening. “We’ve got each other’s backs, (Y/N). That’s what friends are for,” he replied, his voice steady and sure.

As he departed, I sat back against my bed, the remnants of our shared snacks a testament to the bond we had forged. In the quiet of my room, I thought that it was these moments, these moments of friendship and support, are what truly made us heroes in the making.

[akaripng]

How would Kiri react to finding out his black fem S/O has a Miffy obsession?

Kiri finding out his black fem S/O is obsessed with Miffy!

Okay, Kiri would lose his mind in the best way possible. Like, this big, buff, manly hero who looks like he could bench press a car? The second he finds out you’re all about that cute little bunny, he’s instantly melting.

He’d be in awe, like, “Babe, I didn’t know you were into Miffy? That’s so adorable!!” The way he says it, with his wide grin and bright eyes, would make you feel so seen and understood. He’s definitely the type to dive headfirst into anything that makes you happy. Whether it’s Miffy pajamas, plushies, or even a Miffy phone case, you best believe Kiri’s getting all of it for you.

And he’d totally start finding ways to incorporate Miffy into your daily life. Imagine him surprising you with a Miffy-themed care package after a long day, complete with a cute stuffed Miffy, a Miffy blanket, and some snacks. He’d probably low-key start wearing Miffy socks just to make you smile (and because he secretly thinks they’re kinda cool).

“Look, babe, I’m rockin’ Miffy now too!” he’d say, showing off his socks with that trademark shark-tooth grin. And don’t even get him started if he finds out you’re into the aesthetic too—he’d be like, “We gotta deck out our room with Miffy stuff, c’mon!” He’d help you decorate without hesitation, making sure it’s perfect.

At the end of the day, he’s just over the moon that something makes you so happy, and he’s all in. Seeing you light up when you talk about your Miffy obsession? Yeah, that’s Kiri’s new favorite thing. 💕

[ ©𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐧𝐠. all rights reserved, september 2024. do not steal, repost, nor claim as your own! ]

[sugolara]

Bait

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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“Flagged this aisle.” Denki said and ripped the tape with Izuku’s knife. He then handed it back to the male as they both stayed behind. They left the entertainment section and now stood in the clothing section. Before they started, they decided to leave a flashlight in each department. If one fell over or if one casted a shadow they would take cover and proceed quietly to that designated spot. Izuku had thought of the idea.

“This looks cool, right?” Denki held up a t-shirt with a band. It was in good condition, a bit dusty, but a quick wash would get rid of it. The others waited for Shoto to finish changing out of his bloody clothes as he felt he might actually crawl out of his skin if the blood continued to touch him. It had the girl mentally smirking as he still had his wealthy behavior.

“Isn’t that Kyoka’s favorite band?” Eijiro asked, his expression softening as Denki’s face fell and placed the shirt back on the table, before following the others, leaving the red-head and Izuku behind.

“What happened to her?” Izuku asked, a little afraid to hear the worst news.

Eijiro grabbed the shirt, giving it a look before placing it in his bag, “She was out scavenging before we had left and it's been two months since she hasn’t come back. Usually, we all return in a few weeks to let everyone know we’re still okay since our radio doesn’t reach that far and since she hadn’t returned, he didn’t want to leave without a sign of her still…alive.”

Hearing the red-head let out a soft sigh, they both followed behind the others. His diopside eyes glanced over at his friend, “What was her role?”

“She, Tenya, and Mashirao went out to look for weapons. It was a risky job considering everyone else is looking for guns to protect themselves. Denki didn’t want her to go, saying he’ll miss her making fun of him and miss hanging out with her, but she refused to stay.” His eyes looked down, “But after the first month had passed and they hadn’t come back, everyone in the community assumed the worst. Last we heard was Mashirao’s voice breaking up with static.”

It was very sad to think that the classmates they loved and had spent many fun memories with had passed on. They could only wish that their deaths weren’t painful and that their last second before their eyes closed, they had thought about those they dearly loved. After a while of walking, they made it to the produce section.

“You think these still work?” Shoto opened the freezer and grabbed a box of frozen vegetables. He checked the label for the expiration date, but it was barely visible due to box melting and causing it to get sloppy.

“Maybe?” F/n said while looking at the box, “It has been frozen, so maybe that stops its process.”

“Months ago.” Katsuki said while rolling his eyes at them, “Have you guys ever eaten frozen food or what? If it’s no longer frozen then it gets bad. You can freeze it all you want, but it’s still bad, idiots.”

“What did you eat if you didn’t want to cook?” Denki asked, grabbing a tub of ice cream and opening it. It was watery and smelled awful, “I know Shoto said he had maids or something, but what about you F/n?”

“Sleep.” She shrugged, continuing to walk as the three behind stared at her, though they soon followed after. Izuku and Eijiro quickly caught up as they noticed they were lagging behind. When they turned, their lights around their heads aimed at a dozen rotters lying on the ground. It was difficult to tell whether they were dead since they were covered in blood. The light had seemed to startle them as they all looked their way and began to get up, moving towards them.

“God damnit.” Katsuki glared at the dead growling.

“It was bound to happen at some point.” Shoto said and grabbed his knife from his back pocket.

With a dozen rotters coming their way and being in a small aisle, they would most certainly get caught as they barely had enough space to move around. It was then when Izuku looked at Eijiro and Denki, their guns hanging by their side. He quickly moved his feet and began pulling boxes of drinks, stacking them together, “Eijiro, come help me!”

While the others continued to watch the dead, waiting for them to at least split up and give a little room to stab them, Eijiro and Izuku hurriedly stacked boxes. It didn’t have to be perfect, it just needed to be stable enough and allow Denki and Eijiro to get up onto the big racks that stored extra drinks.

Moans were then heard on the other side, behind the group. F/n turned only to be met with another few dead, “Shit!”

Katsuki also noticed, “Whatever you have planned, hurry it up, Deku!”

“Okay! Denki, come!” Izuku pointed at their guns then to the rack, “Your guns reach the one we can’t get. You two will get up, be our back up, get rid of the ones that are behind while we try to get the ones that are near us.”

“Got it!” Eijiro said and then got on the boxes, pulling himself up to the racks where he then helped Denki.

Those on the floor had pulled out their own weapons and let the rotters get near them. They tried to separate the dead, but there were so many that even F/n had trouble with them. It would be different with a gun and they couldn’t exactly use the one’s they had stolen from back then since they didn’t want to accidentally shoot each other, so having Eijiro and Denki on higher ground was excellent and she was glad that two males were doing their part with no whining.

But how long would their bullets last? The sounds of the gunshots would only draw out more which they did not like. Sure, the warehouse doors were closed, but there might be some in the aisles they haven’t cleared out yet.

She had tripped as she stabbed one, her body getting tired as she swung her arm. One of the dead had grabbed her foot, its decapitated body and jaw missing ready to munch on her clothed calf. She had little energy as she tried to get up and although she could feel its cold, wet and wrinkled skin, she had no fear in her.

Perhaps this was meant to b-

“You trying to get yourself killed!?” Katsuki stepped on its head, turning it into mush. He then yanked her up, “The hells the matter with you.”

A short growl was heard behind the two before a gunshot rang through the air. The dead's blood splattered on Katsuki’s cheek, he in return glared at his friend that stood on the rack. Eijiro let out a relief as the dead almost bit the blonde's shoulder, “Sorry.”

His knife was dull and its rust began to show. It was tricky to get the dagger out of the rotters head as Shoto had to move it side by side in order for it to loosen. He could hear it squelching as he did so, the noise making him cringe. Though as he pulled the knife out, the blade had broken, snapping in two pieces. He let out a pant, his eyes widening as he stared at the handle in his hand as the blade let out a clunking noise as it fell to the ground.

He glared at it as he threw the handle away and then to the rotters that moaned as they got closer. In order to use his gun, he’d have to pull it out from the duffel bag and that sure would take time which he did not have, however, Denki quickly caught on as he yelled at Shoto and upon catching his eye he threw his gun at him. He ignored the questionable glare the scar male gave him as the younger blonde had thought of something better.

He moved towards the boxes of sodas that were attached to a wooden palate. It was right at the edge of the rack and since the sodas were wrapped in plastic if one fell, the others would follow. The noise was a problem, but he was taking out a couple at a time, sparring Shoto with whatever bullets were still left in his rifle.

Shoto, having paid no mind to Denki, continued firing. While they dropped like flies that didn’t stop them from coming, though he did notice some had gotten distracted and went backwards.

“C’mon!” Denki grunted out as he tried to shove the sodas onto the dead. He had put his whole weight on it as it was heavy and just barely could he feel it move inches. As soon as it had put its weight onto the edge he could feel it tipping. He then slammed himself and let out a grin as the sodas fell on top of the dead. A big crash was heard and sodas exploded, wetting everything around it. The noise had the group startled as they turned to see what was the cause of it.

“Thanks.” Shoto said to his friend, almost astounded at how quick Denki thought. Turns out he would have been fine without needing people in his life. It was only then that he had noticed Izuku wasn’t around. He glanced around him, his thoughts began to pour as he feared the worst, “Where’s Izuku?!”

F/n finished the last dead as she too looked around. From the corner of her eyes she saw a dash of green and looking towards it she noticed Izuku inside the freezer where they had previously gotten the frozen vegetables. She could slightly see him as he waved at something ahead of him. Squinting, she also looked at whatever he was looking at before her eyes widened as she saw him motioning to at least a dozen rotters, so they followed him. They crashed into each other, trying to reach the freckled male.

“Izuku!” She quickly ran towards the freezer. With the entrance having rotters flooding in, there was no way out for him unless he chose to dive underneath the frozen food rack. At the frantic of her voice, one that was unusual to his hear, Katsuki glanced their way, before running after her, “Are you fucking insane, Deku!?”

Before they could open the door, Izuku shook his head at them. He had a plan to trap them in here and he didn’t want the dead to lose their focus. Yes, it was a risky plan, but this was better as they could kill them by sticking their knives through the cracks of the rack.

“Shouldn’t we help him?” Eijiro asked as he got off the rack, his tone was placed with worry.

“He doesn’t have a weapon or does he?” Denki listened to the muffle groans. It sent shivers down his spine, knowing that they must be hungry. But do the rotters even get hungry?

“A knife.” Shoto then went to the end of the freezer where he then opened a door, the others soon following and then helping him. He quietly spoke and carefully moved unfrozen products off the racks, so that the rotters didn't get distracted and Izuku could continue to do his thing, “Hurry and help me before he reaches here.”

Eijiro grabbed the boxes that Shoto gave to him. He threw it behind him while the others waited if they needed to take action. They did also keep an eye out in case a rotter tried to sneak on them and no doubt Izuku was terrified. The closer the dead inched towards him, he saw himself on death's door. He was stupid for coming up with this plan. He just wanted to try to be useful even if he dies, but damn, he was really, really fucking scared. It's not like those times where he had gotten close to them and killed them. He was trapped, with only an end he wasn’t even sure would get him out.

“C’mon, get closer.” Izuku whispered to them as he continued to wave his hand. He would stop to let them catch up and to not lose interest, but with blood coursing through a body and was practically giving himself to the rotters, of course they wouldn’t get distracted. He looked behind to see that his friends were giving him a way out. Once he almost reached the end he quickly ran towards the small space, trying to fit his body through. He underestimated how slow the rotters were as they quickly caught up.

“Get your ass out of there!” Katsuki harshly pulled on him.

“Om my god, oh my god, oh my god–” Denki bit his nails as he watched the rotters right behind Izuku.

“Shut it, Denki!” The group said as they anxiously tried to help their friend.

When he felt a hand grab his ankle, Izuku shivered. He didn’t have time to think of negative thoughts as he was then dragged out and the slam of the freezer closing behind him. He was on hands and knees letting out shaky breaths with sweat rolling down to the cement floor and eyes wide as he couldn’t believe he had just escaped. He stayed still before properly sitting and looked down at his feet, noticing his right shoe was missing.

“You damn moron!” Katsuki smacked Izuku’s head, “You have any idea how bad your shitty idea could’ve been!?”

“The hells the matter with you.” F/n crossed her arms, glaring at him. She would be lying if she didn't feel her heart race in both ways, “You could’ve told us! We would have thought of a better idea instead of you playing bait.”

Izuku embarrassingly scratched his head, “I had to think fast. There was no way we could’ve all taken them down.”

“How did you even manage to get into the freezer?” Denki asked as he looked ahead to where he had previously dropped the crate of sodas.

“Eijiro and Shoto left an opening for me.” Izuku got up to his feet, “They didn’t realize they had.”

The three looked at the red head and the dual-haired male. They too embarrassingly looked away, muttering a small apology.

“Still.” F/n placed her eyes on Izuku, examining him as he continued to sit, “With so many bodies you could’ve died. We didn’t even see you.”

“Yeah, sor–” Katsuki let out a scoff, eyes glaring down at his childhood friend with arms crossed, a hint of concern in his voice, “Never do that again, Deku. Don’t forget you only have one life. Quit playing with it like you'll be given a second chance.”

The freckle male looked away, lips twitching, feeling rather disappointed in himself, “I got, alright? Sorry.”

“Izuku knows his rights and wrongs.” Shaking his head, Shoto grabbed his pistol from the duffel bag as his knife had given up on him, “We should keep going.”

“Agreed.” Eijiro nodded, adjusting his gun.

Giving one final look to Izuku, he waited until the freckle male stood in front of him, shoving him forward so he wasn’t behind him. It was a death scare to see him locked inside a freezer. He didn’t have to think he’d need to keep an eye on Izuku as well. Leaving the muffled groans and moans from the rotters locked in the fridge behind they continued. Hopefully, the glass door wouldn’t crack as they pushed into each other. 

[kaidabakugou]

❅ DAY 1: BONDAGE FT. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

❅ WORD COUNT: 1.5K

❅ WARNINGS: CAM COUPLE / BONDAGE (W/ CHRISTMAS LIGHTS) / HINT OF SOMNOPHILIA / MASTERBATION / SLIGHT FOOT JOB / HAND JOB / TEASING / SEX TOYS (FLESHLIGHT) / NIPPLE PLAY / CUM EATING / CUM KISSING :) / RIDING / EIJIROU HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS / BIT OF DOM READER

❅ AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's finally hereee! i hope you enjoy the next 12 days! i know the holidays can be very stressful so hopefully these bring you joy this winter season! lmk if i missed any tags <3

❅ 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

as one of the top-rated cam stars, kirishima and you always find ways to include new things into your videos to ensure every viewer gets a nice treat. especially during this season, where so many were excited to see what their favorite cam couple had planned for the holidays.

you had decided to put a poll up on your socials to get a scope of what your audience wanted to see in your next video, and so many of them had chosen on bondage. you kept the poll results to yourself to surprise eijirou later as an early christmas gift for both him and your viewers. waiting for him to be fast asleep to start putting your plan into motion.

soft snores filled the dark room as you carefully untangled eijirou’s heavy arm from your center. tiptoeing around the room to set up the cameras before you start preparing eijirou, being as careful as you can to prevent him from waking up, luckily for you this man was one of the heaviest sleepers you’ve ever met.

gently wrapping the special item around his body, making sure to fasten it where it needed to be tighter to hold him still but leaving enough room for his muscles to stretch against the restraints. to your advantage eijirou was already naked, a habit you both had picked up on a while ago after deciding it was a waste of time to sleep with clothes that would end up discarded around the room at some point in the night.

once you finished, you prepared everything around you and placed the surprise item on your body before turning the cameras on and settling back in front of your boyfriend who was still sound asleep despite the cold air prickling at his skin, causing goosebumps to form in its wake. cradling his face in your hands as you gently start to place kisses along his jaw while whispering his name softly against his smooth skin to wake him. after a few attempts, eijirou finally started to stir awake, eyes heavy with sleep looking around the room before settling on your smiling ones. grunting when he tries to stretch his muscles but finds himself unable to.

“mm baby, what’s happening?”, his gruff voice filling the room as he settles against the restraints, knowing that if it’s you with him then there’s nothing to be truly worried about.

“shh, it’s a surprise”, you chuckle while placing a soft kiss against his lips. leaning over towards the nightstand while you explain to him that your viewers wanted to see something special to start off the holiday season and tell him the results of the poll.

eijirou listened to you, sleep gradually leaving his body the more he took in the situation, smirking to himself once he noticed the red dots flickering from the cameras around the room, getting comfortable against his restraints. ignoring the shiver running down his spine at the thought of all the things you could have planned for him, knowing how big of a minx you can get when you have the upper hand in the bedroom.

“you ready?”, you ask while holding something in your hands that he couldn’t quite distinguish in the dark before humming in agreement. plugging the item in as it illuminates both of your bodies, eijirou’s jaw falling open as he takes in the christmas lights wrapped around your bodies, taking a quick glance at the strings twisted around his muscles before his eyes settle on your body. getting lost in the way the different colors of red, green and yellow illuminate every curve on you so perfectly, his hands twitching where they are tied behind him, all of a sudden becoming too aware of the lights strings that bind him, wanting nothing more than to rip them from his body so he can touch you.

“you like it, baby?”, you ask while leaning back on one arm whilst slowly dragging the other against your skin, his eyes following your movements closely. watching as your hand sinks lower along your abdomen before reaching between your spread legs, your fingers rubbing against your cunt before parting your folds, spreading them while the christmas lights shine on your skin showing him the slick building on your cunt.

moving your fingers in soft circles as you start to play with yourself, his breath getting stuck in his throat as he closes his eyes momentarily when his ears pick up the sound of your wet cunt being teased, muscular thighs clenching against the strings wrapped around them. his hips shifting trying to find a way to loosen the strings as the desperation to be able to touch you builds quicker.

you slowly drag your foot up his leg, drawing circles on his thigh with your toes before pressing it against his twitching cock. collecting the pre cum pooling on his mushroom top before dragging it up and down his length, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he buckles his hips further into your touch.

“i'm gonna take that as a yes”, you say with a chuckle as you continue to tease his cock with your foot while bringing yourself closer to the edge. stopping your fingers just before you feel yourself get near your climax as you move your foot away from him, a whine sounding from deep in his chest at the loss of contact.

“relax, it's only for a second”, you whisper to him before shifting to get closer to him, settling in between his legs as your hands wrap around his cock, pumping his length while placing kisses along the sides. slowly dragging your tongue from the base of his cock, pressing it flat against the pulsing veins on the underside of his shaft before circling your tongue around the tip, keeping eye contact with him as you repeat the same actions.

taking notice of his heaving chest as you continue to slowly tease his cock, the muscles on his thighs creating ridges along his skin as he clenches them against the strings, his hips twitching against your touch in the attempts of getting you to wrap your lips around his length. his biceps straining against his restraints as you continue to stimulate him at a tantalizing pace, wishing he could tangle his fingers through your hair and force you down on his length as he buries his cock deep in your throat.

closing his eyes while he imagines how warm it must feel, the thought alone brings him closer to the edge as you continue to circle your tongue around his tip, slowly pumping his cock before you pull away as you feel him twitch in your grasp. a guttural whine echoing through the room at the loss of contact, snapping his eyes open again to find you holding a fleshlight in your hands.

“it’s okay baby, i'll let you cum soon”, you say as you spit into the toy before you begin to pump his pulsing cock with it, starting with slow jerks before gradually picking up the pace. the fleshlight didn't feel as warm as your pussy but it was enough to have eijirou getting close to the edge again, his toes curling the more you pumped his length, throwing his head back against the headboard while he allows his moans to freely flow out of his mouth, losing himself in the feel of the toy wrapped around him.

reaching his climax when he feels your lips wrap around one of his nipples, licking the erect bud before your teeth softly pull on the metal balls of his piercing. the sensation making him thrash against the restraints as warm, thick spurts of cum fill up the toy. slowing down your jerks while his body twitches with the aftershock of his orgasm, slowly removing the fleshlight as his cock slaps against his abdomen.

bringing the toy to your lips as you start to drink his release, warm liquid pouring down your throat while eijirou looks at you in awe. noticing how he licks his lips before leaning over him, tilting his head back whilst he sticks his tongue out. pouring the remaining cum into his awaiting mouth as he eagerly waits for you to finish emptying the liquid down his throat.

finishing every last drop before pulling him into a kiss, exchanging the thick liquid between the both of you as you spit it into each other’s mouths, putting on a show for the viewers at home while you straddle his hips before breaking off the kiss.

“you got another for me, baby?”, you ask while slowly rubbing your cunt against his cock, the slick from your pussy making him moan as he eagerly nods his head, desperate to feel your warm walls wrapped around his thick cock. throwing his head back again when he feels you drag his tip against your folds before aligning him with you, a moan vibrating against both of your chests as you start to sink lower onto him.

his fists clenching against the restraints when you whisper a low “we’re not done yet” against his lips before pulling him into another kiss, knowing he’s gonna be tied for a while as you continue to overstimulate him. smirking against your lips at the thought of being completely at your mercy, knowing that he’ll get his way with you later.

[questioningmyexistence432]

'ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ.'

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clutching your backpack as you fell to your knees was not how you expected to spend your evening. you just wanted to get away for a little while. you had wanted a place to clear your head. a little time to yourself sounded like what you needed. admittedly, a hike through a forest now sounded like a terrible idea. a good plan in theory turned out horribly. 

your hands rummaged through the backpack as you pleaded internally for anything helpful - you knew there was nothing in there to help you. you had packed the bag. however, you still hoped despite the reasonable conclusion. you really didn’t want to admit it but you had to come to terms with it soon. you were lost. 

completely and utterly lost in a stupid forest. it was cliche - not as cliche as swearing you had passed the same tree three times now. 

the backpack was empty - as expected. you knew it would be. you shook your head and pushed the useless thing away from you as you sat on the ground. sighing and hanging your head low. 

your phone had died at least twenty minutes ago. it was what had surged you to head home - only to come to the realisation that you didn’t really know where you were going. everything looked the same. 

you brought your hands up to cup your mouth as you did something you’ve only saw in movies. “is anyone there?” you screamed - into the nothingness of the woodlands around you. you even heard birds scattering from their homes at the shrill sound of your desperate tone. 

lurking in the distance he watched your crumpled up form as you screeched for help. it was entertaining for him - no one had entered the forest for some time now. but, you’d be his new little plaything. your fate had been sealed as soon as you stepped foot into his territory. you had managed to lure yourself into his claws and he was sure to grip on tightly to his new human.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

🐚

Horror widened his eyes as billows of smoke rose to blanket the sky, unhearing of the many people and emergency response sirens, the heart that had been hammering away within its cage falling oddly still. Flames were devouring the earth with ravenous vigor as they crawled with purpose towards where the city limit began. For a moment sounds threatened to deafen him when the call of a name came from chapped lips attempting to fight off quivers. The heels of his shoes dug into the ground in preparation to move forward.

“Wait! You can’t go out there!”

Pro Hero status came with its advantages. They could go places that the average civilian couldn’t hope to, for starters, but today it would bring him the privilege necessary to satisfy the swirling emotions threatening to burst forth.

“Red Riot!”

And then he was sprinting across the blackened earth, uncaring of the chorus following him.

Familiar trees and large stones marked a passage that his feet knew without conscious thought. They traversed over or under obstacles that would cause any unawares by surprise. The Pro Hero clothed in black and red paused just for a moment when after a near minute of sprinting, almost too faint for him to see, came the glisten of something reflective. Clouds of smoke prevented the moon from guiding his path, no stars to give direction, nor was there a breeze to ease burning lungs quickly filling with the burning ashes falling like snow. Blisters were threatening to form across his unprotected skin as he began running once more. Embers singed cloth, skin, and hair alike as he vaulted over a fallen tree to land heavily beside a crevice made between two rocks.

There wasn’t supposed to be one here.

The name rose from his lips again, this time in a hope of hearing an answer, as garnet eyes searched the surrounding area. The tree line ends just a little farther ahead of where he stood, meaning the shoreline wasn’t too far, which also went to reason that a specific residence was near. Silence rang loudly across the once beautiful shoreline in between the fire’s roars as he caught sight of a gut wrenching scene.

Underfoot the crunching of twigs gave way to hair rising crackling of fragile glass before it gave way to the grind of sand. Where trees met shore was blackened sea glass beach. Salt saturated waves cascaded over the usually breathtaking and colorful only to currently be wetting lackluster rocks. Flickering of lingering flames were just enough to illuminate a secret path that led towards a cluster of rocks to his right. Garnet followed the trail, as did their owner’s feet, until they came to a stop after rounding the imposing craggy coif side belonging to the upper hill that overlooked the area.

Nothing was left of the once bright two-story house filled with laughter and games. Even the ocean itself seemed sad of its demise as its frothy waves appeared to reach for the wooden path that had once led to a porches front stoop. All that was left was ruined piles of wood, broken tile, shattered glass, and various ruined belongings scattered about.

“Help!” Oxygen caught within his lungs as the faintest of echos tickled his ear, drawing his attention away from the completely destroyed residence that lay hidden between the rocks.

Not too far from where the pathway disappeared into the ocean was a flat rock that had often been used as a stage in childish games. How many times had the two of you played upon it? Surely it was impossible to count them. Though his family only visited here during the summers since a relative lived along the coast, meeting you had been purely by chance. He’d gotten lost along the beach in search of seashells to show family and friends once returning back to Japan when the tide had risen without his knowing, rendering him stranded upon that very same rock. Waves made it difficult for any to swim, including him. Unsureness filled him the sun had begun to set, the faint calls of his name belonging to that of his parents coming from the distance. Would he be stuck there all night?

Until from the bubbling waters rose a person whose gaze offered comfort.

“Are you stuck?”

So startled he’d been that initially the boy had been rendered stiff with shock as you extended your hand farther.

This didn’t deter you though. Instead, you came closer to him with great effort until your upper body was splayed across the stone. “I’ll tell you a secret if you let me help.” Curiosity shone so brightly within his gaze, though it was tainted with caution, but eased the shadow from those garnet gems by raising your lower half.

His eyes widened with wonderment as iridescent scales glittered in the fading sunlight over the horizon. Even in this minimal lighting it was clear for all to see the beautiful appendage now swaying thanks to the tide’s flow. “Wow!”

A smile lifted your lips when he shuffled closer, just within reach for the tip of your fin to tickle his cheek and earn a laugh. “Will you let me help now?”

Hesitation shone brightly within his gaze as it flitted down to the water lapping at his bare feet. “But I’ll be swept away.”

“I promise to get you back to the human world in one piece. You have my word!” You proudly waved your fin. “My pride as a mermaid it at stake!”

“So you really are one?!” Eijiro’s eyes were nearly popping out of his skull as you laughed.

The droplet that had gathered within the corner of your eye was wiped away courtesy of a fingertip. “Of course not, silly, its just my quirk that makes me look like one.”

All excitement dwindled as you confessed that it seemed to have a mind of its own. “So you can’t control it?”

Your fingertip appeared inches from his face. “Talk later, rescue now. Are you going to let me or not?” When it still seemed as though he was hesitating, you winked and offered him your hand again. “I know it’s scary but it’s better to be manly than dead. Trust me.”

Before he’d realized it himself, his hand had found yours and the two of you were back on shore in the blink of an eye. Though he’d been soaking wet there had been no mistaking the firm ground beneath as he crab crawled away from the ocean’s reach. That was when he saw it, or specifically saw you, reach for something that seemed so out of place: a wheelchair. He had watched with wide eyes as you hoisted yourself up into the seat then went about situating the fish fin attached at your waist.

“(Y/n)!” Red Riot shouted, his gaze combing over every inch of the scorched beach in hopes of seeing familiar tire tracks.

He was embarrassed when you offered a bright smile; clearly you’d felt his stare. “Sorry—”

“No, it’s fine!” You waved away his apology before it could be fully voiced. “I don’t let it get me down! It’s actually super helpful for my family. Since it likes to act on its own, especially when its least convenient, it easier to get around like this than just flopping around uselessly or crawling everywhere. Trust me when I say that the ground is much dirtier than one thinks. Mom was nearly at her wits end when I had to drag myself through a carnival. That funnel cake and chili dog doomed that outfit real quick.”

“What are those?”

Judging from the expression of understanding that crossed your face, it must’ve clicked that he was no local. Still you smiled and cooed. “Stick around long enough and I can show you. They’re the greatest foods in the whole entire world!”

His gaze drifted back down to your lower body. “How long until you turn back?”

“Dunno.” You shrugged, though he could see the briefest appearance of disdain within your gaze despite it being focused upon the ground. One of your hands absentmindedly stroked the metal. “Can’t use my legs very well anyway so this chair is pretty much how I get around. My family moved here just so that I could have some form of freedom to go where I want. Land is kinda hard for me but the water is my whole world.” A blush tinged your cheeks pink as his gaze met yours. “I mean who can say they turn into a freakin’ mermaid thanks to their quirk? I love the ocean so it’s no loss for me! I get to spend as much time in it as I like…or at least until my quirk decides enough’s enough.”

“(Y/n)!”

All summer the two of you had spent time together. True to your words a carnival had appeared just close enough for you to show him the wonderment you’d spoken about. And, of course, he was over the moon with how amazing everything was down to the smallest popcorn kernel that nearly toppled your wheelchair. For nearly two whole months he watched you go beyond Plus Ultra by overcoming your physical disability. More importantly, doing so allowed his eyes to be opened farther in understanding of just what it meant to be a hero. You would be the first to offer help to other lost tourists, assist children who’d strayed too far from their family’s umbrella or too scared to enter the ocean’s playful surf. Nearly every day that he came to the beach there you were wearing a smile.

Desperation was beginning to fill him as despite his careful search there was no sign of your presence. No tire tracks, no telltale signs that someone had crawled from one point to another, and there was no indication that anyone had lingered behind after the evacuation sirens sounded.

How had he been assigned to California, USA in the first place? The answer was simple: All Might recommended him to a hero agency that happened to be close by to where you lived. Accepting the offer to train beneath the American heroes was easily made.

Calamity though had a wicked sense of humor.

No sooner had his feet met the concrete and asphalt covered soil did villains strike the coastline.

Which led him to the current situation.

“I found your family, (Y/n), they’re waiting for you at the rendezvous point!” Red Riot’s focused exterior faltered for just a moment, allowing Eijiro’s worry and concern show through, until it was smoothed over when spotting something clatter across the ground to lightly tap against his boot. It was the sign he needed and he immediately shed any unnecessary clothing before diving into the salty ocean.

It was the shell you always left on the beach to let your family know that you’d gone into the water.

His head broke through the surface with a gasp before your own joined, gasping and sputtering while leaning heavily against the man who supported you. A wave sent you both tumbling onto the beach until the two of you were flat on your backs. Despite being tossed around like rag dolls, his hand had never relinquished its hold upon yours. It was when he tilted his head to get a better look at you that he saw your tears. “I gotcha,” he soothed while enclosing you within a tight embrace, “it was my turn to rescue you this time.” The broad, heaving muscles of his chest did little to stem your quivering as you explained that the fires had scared you into the ocean despite your family still being in town. A tendon within his jaw grew taunt when you confessed that your quirk had deactivated itself just when high tide was ebbing, meaning you’d been nearly stranded upon the rock platform not too far away, leaving you alone to watch as the fire consumed your home. His hold on you grew more when, while sobbing, you’d been driven back into the water during the villain’s retreat so as not to be taken as a hostage or worse. “You were amazing, (Y/n)! So freaking manly I’m almost jealous!”

Your wide eyes still filled with tears rose to meet his own as he sat up with you cradled within his lap. “W-what?”

The mask obscuring his face was torn away with a sharp toothed grin. “Guess who!”

All of the fear that had been threatening to choke you instantly vanished when seeing his smile and hearing him call your name. Somehow, someway, that cautious little Japanese boy had returned just in time to fulfill his promise to one day save you as you had him. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean once your quirk had deactivated itself left you regretting not asking for him to stay in touch. Who would’ve guessed that your heart had developed feelings for him or that you realized what they meant the hour you found out he’d returned home? Your arms wrapped around his neck until his forehead met yours, the tears streaming down your face no longer belonging to fear but to happiness as he returned the embrace by wrapping an arm around your waist and the other your shoulders.

[justauthoring]

jerk.

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part two. part three.

You’ve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A. 

When he’d bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; “move it, extra, or i’ll make you” – and you’d known then because those were the words written across you hip since you’d turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.

Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and you’d grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate you’d been given didn’t say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.

And in yours you’d been called an extra.

Whatever the hell that meant.

You’ve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadn’t before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didn’t want a single thing to do with your soulmate.

Not ever.

That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; you’d make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding. 

When they’re spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like there’s actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like you’d done some horrible thing to deserve his anger… you understand then that they weren’t teasing and they aren’t a misunderstanding. They’re cruel and they’re mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.

So you make it your goal that he never finds out you’re his soulmate in return.

You avoid him. Desperately. You’re barely a person in his own head so it isn’t all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didn’t. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building. 

You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didn’t speak to him and he’d never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what your name is.

Or that you really even exist.

And you’re happy with that.

Content.

Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.

And it was best he just never even knew.

He was so focused on becoming number one, you’re not sure he even cares about finding his. 

Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.

-

“Y/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.”

You freeze at Aizawa-sensei’s words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. He’s already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; it’s clear he’s assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if he’s ever seen you before.

It wouldn’t surprise you if he was.

Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, you’ve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.

One on one though? That was going to be harder.

Way harder.

“Good luck,” Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like she’d gotten Jirou. Lucky. 

Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you can’t just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize he’s not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.

Jerk.

When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since you’re certainly not going to speak first, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; “ready?”

You nod and he isn’t confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. You’re not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely don’t mesh well together and it’s clear Bakugou is stronger, but you’re able to hold up well enough on your own.

You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.

And a little payback for being such an ass.

Then, when the class is over and you’ve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, you’re surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugou’s as he stares down at you. He’s not smiling and he doesn’t look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.

“Good job.”

The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing you’ve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasn’t gruff or aggressive like it normally is–it was… soft, almost? Maybe not soft but… normal. Just… calm.

Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then you’re pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.

-

After that, Bakugou doesn’t seem to leave you alone.

He’s everywhere.

And not everywhere in the way he had been before. He’s not there in passing or just across the room from you, he’s asking to train with you or deliberately making sure he’s the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.

He’s constantly there.

Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. He’s always looking at you, making sure you know he knows you’re there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugou’s attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.

Of course, they don’t know Bakugou’s your soulmate so they don’t really get the scope of your panic. And it’s not that you don’t trust them, especially after all you’d been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.

But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you weren’t.

You were promptly fucked.

You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before you’re cornered by Bakugou.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean. 

A quick glance around tells you there’s no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since you’d snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.

So yeah, you were screwed.

Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.

“Do you think I don’t know why you won’t speak to me?”

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like they’re piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.

He takes another step forward and suddenly he’s inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,” Bakugou continues. “Especially when I started to realize you’ve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? It’s not hard to figure out.”

You halt, freezing, waiting for the words—

“You’re my soulmate.”

You refuse to look at him. You won’t look at him. 

Maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He’ll just… leave. He doesn’t like being ignored, that much you’ve gathered and so if you just refuse to–

Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and he’s way too close. “Hey,” he huffs, “look at me.”

You don’t listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, he’ll get what he wants. And you’re not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until he’s bored and then you can think—figure this out because surely–

“Y/L/N,” he calls and you’re surprised he even knows your name, “look at me. Hey. I’m right, aren’t I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.” You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. “Fucks sake. I’m not leaving until you say something so you might as well—”

“—I’m not saying anything to you because you’re a jerk!”

Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.

The words leave your lips before you even realize you’ve said them. The second you’re done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugou’s, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.

But, a second later, instead of being angry like you’d expected, Bakugou starts… laughing.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him you’re stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.

As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years,” he starts, still smiling–actually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. “Wasn’t sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.”

Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. “I–I… You jerk!”

“I think we’ve established that already, babe.”

You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasn’t for the way your heart races at the sound, you’re sure your stupefied mind wouldn’t have caught it because seriously, what the hell?

“You… this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything!” You cry out, not sure if you’re defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? “You’re insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.”

Bakugou just snorts. “What are your words?” He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. “Must’ve been bad if you had to avoid me.”

You’re surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. “‘Move it, extra, or I’ll make you’,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands. “You said it the first day we started here at U.A.”

“Shit,” Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. “So you’ve been avoiding me for months?”

Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.

He shifts. “L-Listen… uh, sorry about… about cornering you like this.”

Blinking, you tilt your head up. You’re shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks. 

“I just needed to know,” he finishes explaining. “And I’m sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesn’t deserve that crap but I can’t take it back, so I’ll just make sure I make up for it.”

You’re positive now that you’re hallucinating this whole thing.

“What?”

He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.

“Well, I mean, as we get to know each other,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m shit with words but I’ll try for you. I'm good with showing though,” and he looks a little too pleased with himself.

But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. “You…” and you hesitate, not sure if you’re hearing this correctly. “You want to get to know me?”

And he looks at you like you’re dumb.

“Duh,” he shrugs, “you’re my soulmate.”

“What about being number one?”

“What about it?” he argues, shaking his head. “That’ll still happen. You think I can’t do that while also dating you?”

Your eyes widen; “dating?”

“Yeah,” he says, again like you’re dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. “You’re my soulmate. Of course we’re going to date.”

“I barely know you!”

“That’s why we’ll get to know each other.”

You just stare up at him.

“You really are insufferable,” is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you don’t pull away from his touch and even if you’re not fully aware of it, you’re pretty sure you end up leaning into him.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he shrugs, still grinning. “Now, let’s go back to training. We need to work on your defense.”

Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. “Hey!”

“What,” he shrugs down at you. “It’s true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.”

You can’t find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really don’t mind.

If anything, you actually like it.

Fuck—he really is a jerk.

[kingkatsuki]

— lush

It’s no secret to Bakugou that his friends think you’re hot, but he’s never allowed them to act on it before. Until they catch him using a remote controlled vibrator on you—

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader, implied Sero Hanta x f!reader, Kaminari Denki x f!reader, Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, toys, Bakugou let’s the guys control your lush vibe, dub-con (consent isn’t explicitly stated so could potentially be seen as non-con), long distance, sexting, public setting, nudes, squirting, dirty talk, the guys talk pure filth about you.

Word Count: 3.6k.

Bakugou did not want to be here, and frankly he wouldn’t have turned up at all if it hadn’t been for you. Especially when he knew what was waiting at home for him— you kissed him at the door with a promise to wait up for him when he returned home. Knowing that you’d more than likely fall asleep on the couch by the time he stepped back into the apartment, having to scoop you up into his arms and walk you into your bedroom.

This night out for Sero’s birthday had been planned weeks in advance, and rather than unwinding with him after your long day at work you practically forced him into the shower— alone no less, and made him get ready for drinks at a popular bar in central Musutafu.

Taking a sip of his cold beer as his friends talked animatedly around him in the plush booth, catching up with each other after a few weeks apart. Gathering as Pro-Heroes wasn’t as easy as his days back at U.A. Conflicting work schedules meant that it became near impossible to find the same days, or even evenings off as each other. So this was something to be savoured. Or at least, that’s what you told him as you watched him get ready. Sitting on your shared bed wearing one of his old Dynamight agency shirts and a pair of shorts while he pulled a plain black shirt out of his closet to wear tonight.

Nothing had annoyed Bakugou more than leaving you alone in your apartment to be here, the taste of your gloss still lingering on his lips as he thought about being home with you instead.

You’d made it abundantly clear what your plans were going to be tonight, pulling the little pink toy he’d bought for you out of your magic drawer (as he called it) and settling yourself on your shared bed.

“You put that in I ain’t goin’ at all, sweetheart.” He groaned, leaning against the doorframe as you shook your head with a laugh.

“You’re going,” You reached up to squeeze his cheeks together into a pout, the rough stubble on his face tickling your fingers as you pulled him down into a kiss, “I just need something after the day I’ve had. I’m probably gonna take a bath and wait for you to get home.”

“Then I’m at least controlling that shit.” He growled, pulling his cellphone out of his jeans pocket, “Give me access now.”

Maybe he’d be able to have one more drink before excusing himself early so he could get home to you and sink himself into your warm, wet cunt.

And god, you would be so fucking wet. You’d be soaked from the way his thumb continued to absentmindedly draw patterns against his phone screen. The pink cursor ascended for a few moments before dragging it back down. Picturing how you looked right now with the little toy stuffed inside your pretty pussy as you writhed on top of tussled sheets all because of him.

You[8.59PM]: Kats, stop teasing and let me cum :(((

The notification banner signaled at the top of the screen, causing Bakugou to grin. He’d been teasing you for the last hour with the toy, knowing that the settings he was using weren’t quite enough to have you coming undone for him. But just enough to have you riled up and begging for more—

Bakugou[9.00PM]: You’re the one that wanted to play these games, sweetheart.

You[9.01PM]: Yeah, but I wanna cum :((

The words had Bakugou’s cock throbbing in his pants, pressing against the rough denim as he tried to mask a groan through a tickly cough. Pressing the back of his hand to his lips as he typed another response to you.

Bakugou[9.02PM]: I promise I’ll take good care of you when I get home, baby.

You[9.05PM]: Turn it up a little please, baby? I need it.

With that text you’d sent an attachment. He’d been hiding the screen of his phone beneath the table all evening to avoid any prying eyes or accusatory questions, but this made him shield the screen from any unsuspecting gazes. A photograph of you staring up into the camera with needy eyes, your glossy lips curled into a cute pout as you pulled your shirt— his shirt, above your chest as the fabric bunched together to reveal your perfect breasts.

God, you were so fucking perfect.

Bakugou decided to take pity on you, his fingers pulling the circle up the screen to increase the vibrations. His free hand reaching forward to grab his bottle as he downed the rest of its contents. Determined this would be his last drink before excusing himself to come home to you, not that he’d have to think of any particular reason.

“Work still trying to contact you, bro? It’s gone nine.” Sero asked, leaning his forearms against the table.

“You have been on the phone a lot, is everything okay?” Kirishima looked concerned.

“He’s probably texting his girlfriend,” Denki practically sang.

“Shut up, idiot. Everything’s fine.”

Slipping his phone back into his pocket as he stood from the booth, smoothing his hands down the black denim on his thighs as he made a beeline towards the bar.

“It’s your round yeah, Kats?” Kirishima called after him, the sound drowned out by the loud bustle of the bar as Bakugou leaned against it waiting to be served. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, knowing that it was texts from you. But he didn’t want to unlock it to read them now, not when anyone could look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse at what was his.

Forgoing a tray as he held the neck of the beer bottles between his knuckles as he carried them back towards the booth to a cheer and raised arms from Denki. Sharing them out as he resumed his seat and wrapped a palm around the cold base of the bottle, distracted as he pulled his phone out to finally respond to you.

You[9.21PM]: I can’t cum with this, baby. It’s driving me crazy.

You[9.23PM]: You are the biggest tease I swear, Kats. My clit is throbbing :(((

Bakugou grinned as instead of responding to your messages, he left them on read. Opening the lush app as he went back to dragging his thumb across the screen, increasing the vibrations to give you some much needed relief. Except this time Sero was quick to notice the app on Bakugou’s phone screen, quick reflexes snatching the phone from his hands.

“Is this what I think it is?” Sero’s eyes sparkled with mischief as his mouth settled into a wide grin, “No wonder you’re talking to us even less than usual tonight, Bakubro.”

“Give it back, tapeface.” Bakugou practically snarled, reaching across the table to try and grab his phone back. Knocking his beer bottle over in the process, which Kirishima’s quick reflexes managed to save with minimal spillage, the head foaming up from the movement.

“What is that?” Denki asked with curiosity as he leaned over Sero’s shoulder to look at the screen.

“You guys ever seen this app before?” Sero turned it to face the table, the circle still sat in the middle of the screen. An indication of the consistent hum of vibrations pulsing through the toy for you right now.

“No, what does it do?” Kirishima tilted his head slightly, “Is it like a game?”

“It’s an app for a remote controlled vibrator,” Sero explained, “So unless it’s inside you right now, man—”

“Piss off.” Bakugou snarled, baring his teeth.

“Then I’m guessing it’s inside your girlfriend.” Sero surmised, turning the screen back to face him.

“Oh,” Kirishima’s lips parted in surprise, and Bakugou could see the cogs turning in his mind as his thoughts clearly went to what you looked like with this little toy stuffed inside your pussy.

“Wait” Denki’s brows were furrowed as though deep in thoyght, the cogs turning in his mind, “So that means she’s got it in right now?”

“Looks like it.” Sero held the phone in one hand as he used his pointer finger to drag the circle down to the bottom of the screen, stopping the vibrations completely, “How many times has she cum already?”

None of your fucking business, Bakugou thought to himself as he sneered across the table. But he hoped you hadn’t cum at all, wanting to return home and experience the luxury of you coming undone on his cock firsthand.

“Oh fuck, man.” Denki whined, “Your girlfriends so fucking hot. How did you get so lucky?”

“Maybe you should give that back, Sero.” Kirishima shuffled beside Bakugou, clearly intrigued with the conversation but he tried to ignore the dark, depraved thoughts that were running through his mind at this moment.

“Yeah, give it the fuck back.” Bakugou snarled, swiping for the phone again as Sero held it over his head and away from Bakugou’s reach.

You[9.30PM]: Baby, why’d you turn it off completely that’s so mean?

“Oh shit,” Sero read the text that came through from you, “Happy birthday to me.”

“Give me the fuckin’ phone,” Bakugou practically snarled, venom laced in his tone as he hoped you wouldn’t try and send another selfie.

“Come on, man. Five minutes,” Sero pleaded, offering the phone back to Bakugou as a peace offering, “It could be my birthday gift, you know?”

Having his friends fawn over you like this had a warped sense of power rolling over him. It was debauched, depraved and downright scummy but Bakugou found himself falling into the sovereignty.

Bakugou knew he should call you to let you know that he was surrendering control to the app to his friends, or at the very least send you a message to let you know. But deep down he knew it was something that you would probably enjoy, maybe a bit too much, if you knew. Often talking to him about uses for the toy, and whether he’d ever share access with it with his friends. The thought of going home to tell you who had been controlling it just to see the wide-eyed look on your face had his cock throbbing beneath his jeans in anticipation.

“Five fuckin’ minutes.”

“That’s the spirit, happy fucking birthday to me.” Sero grinned as he began to slide his finger against the screen, “You shoulda brought her with you, that woulda been the best gift.”

“You’d never be that fuckin’ lucky, tapeface.” Bakugou snorted, taking a sip of beer as Sero’s tongue poked out from between his lips in concentration. Swirling his finger along the screen with such precision, but Bakugou was certain he had no real clue what he was doing.

“A girl online gave me her code to one of these before,” He grinned across the booth, “Let me watch her on video while I did it too—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Bakugou would rather blow his phone up completely than let his friends see you on video.

“How do you even know she’s got it in right now?” Denki asked, “You could just be messing with a dead toy.”

“She sent a text begging me to turn it back on.” Sero grinned, “He’s probably the one that put it in her, lucky prick.”

Bakugou wished he was the one that positioned the toy inside you, although he definitely wouldn’t have made it to the bar if he had. There’s nothing in this world that could’ve torn him away from your pretty little cunt.

“Can you get her to send us a picture?” Denki continued, “Do you have pictures?”

Bakugou had multiple pictures, and videos, of you using the toy. It had originally been a way for him to help you climax whenever he was called away on long missions, a fun addition to the already steamy video calls you’d have at random hours. The time differences were often large as he’d find himself fisting his cock for you on camera at four in the morning, helping you to cum just before you were getting ready for bed.

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou growled.

There was no way he was going to show them a picture of you, especially how hot you looked right now. Remembering the photograph you’d sent him just as he made it to the bar, of you spread out against soft sheets as you gave the camera a sultry gaze. Man, he really was a fucking idiot coming out tonight and leaving you at home.

“Oh, he’s definitely got pictures,” Sero smirked, “Look at the look on his face. I bet she looks hot in them too—”

“Don’t you dare, you fuck.” Bakugou made a swipe for the phone, but Sero was quicker. Handing the cellphone off to Denki as he leaned forward to pick up his bottle of beer with a chuckle, taking a large swig from it as he leaned against Denki’s shoulder to watch his friend play with the app.

“Have you used this when she’s out in public?” Denki asked, looking across the booth at Bakugou while his finger criss-crossed over the screen with speed— probably torturing your poor pussy with the intense changes.

“No.” Bakugou answered curtly. Neither of you had really toyed with the device outside long distance, but it’s definitely something that you’d both talked about before. You’d even suggested he wear it one night, so he could feel exactly what it did to you for himself.

“Man, that’s so boring.” Denki pouted, “If she was my girlfriend I’d have her wearing it to the grocery store.”

“That’s because you don’t know how to make a girl cum by yourself.” Bakugou scoffed, taking another sip of his drink as Denki scrunched his nose in response.

“Yeah I do,” Denki turned the screen to face him, giving anyone in the bar who looked over a glimpse at the adult app on the phone in use right now, “In fact I’m gonna make your girl cum without even touching her.”

Bakugou hoped you weren’t coming right now, especially with how intense Denki had the vibrations. He knew you were already riled up and desperate, and this was exactly what you needed to have you tumbling over the edge. But he’d never live it down if Denki was the one to make you climax, he’d never hear the end of it.

“You should invite her next time, man. We could do this with her here.” Denki continued, his finger pausing on the screen while the dot was sat at its highest point. Indicating that the vibrations were on the most intense setting as Bakugou pictured you writhing against the sheets while the toy buzzed inside you. Picturing the creamy slick that drooled out of your hole at the sensation and stuck to your plush thighs. Wishing that he was there to clean you up instead of fantasizing about it. His cock jumped at the thought as he palmed himself subtly through his jeans while shifting in his seat.

God, he had to go home and bury himself inside you.

“Can I have a go?” Kirishima mumbled shyly, his cheeks glowing as red as his hair as he fisted his beer bottle nervously.

“Knock yourself out, man.” Denki held the cellphone out to Kirishima like it belonged to him, the dot still sat at the highest point on the screen.

What Bakugou hadn’t been expecting is the amount of teasing Kirishima was doing for you. His thumb barely moving the circle above the slowest setting, the low rumble of the toy inside you would’ve been barely enough for anyone and Bakugou knew it had to be driving you crazy right now.

You[9.40PM]: I told you to stop being a tease. I was about to cum. :(((

“Oh, she’s texting you.”

Kirishima showed him the screen as he read the text, and Bakugou had never been so happy that Kirishima had managed to seize control of his phone and the app before Denki had a chance to actually make you climax.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he grinned in satisfaction, certain he’d never hear the end of it (from you or Denki) if he’d managed to make you cum.

Kirishima was gentle and cautious as he continued playing with the app, barely letting the vibrations go above the middle of the screen. But thick fingers continued to make it constant, pushing down to wiggle the line every few seconds as he began to make almost swirling patterns against the device.

“Come on, man. Turn it up to the max.” Denki whined, his arms going across the table in a silent plea to get the phone back into his hands.

“So you can make her completely numb?” Sero scoffed, “You know she’d stop being able to feel anything with you.”

“She’d be able to feel a lot.” Denki grabbed at his crotch crudely as the men sat at the table began to laugh, even Bakugou snorted as he took a large swig of his beer. He had to get home to you soon.

“You ain’t ever made a girl cum in their life so what makes you think you could make my girl cum?” Bakugou deadpanned as Denki pouted.

“I have too!” He whined.

“Oh yeah? When was that?” Sero pried.

“Come on, man. Don’t be on his side—”

“The girls on those camsites don’t count, I’m pretty certain they fake it too.”

“I don’t even use those anymore.”

“Oh wow.” Kirishima breathed deeply when Bakugou turned his attention back to his best friend. Noticing he’d opened the texting app and now a photograph you’d just sent sat open on the screen.

“What the fuck, man?” Bakugou grunted, grabbing his phone off Kirishima has he shielded the screen with his body. Curling over the table as he held the device beneath it.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my fault. I saw the notification and I clicked it—” Panic was evident in Kirishima’s tone as he begun a feeble attempt to explain himself. An attempt that would’ve been easier were it not for the alcohol currently circling through his veins, his voice slurred as his eyes glazed over. Trying to commit the picture he’d just seen of you to memory, as though he’d just had a near death experience and had witnessed the pearly gates.

“Let me see,” Denki practically begged, “God, dude. Please— let me see. Eiji got to see, it’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Bakugou cut both men off, trying to focus on the picture you’d just sent.

It was a photograph taken from above your body, between the gap of your thighs and your chubby mound as he noticed the dark stain that now splashed across your bedsheets. Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when he noticed the text message that you’d sent with it.

You[9.45PM]: You just made me squirt omg

You[9.46PM]: You’re cleaning that up when you get home it’s not my fault :(((

“Fuck, she squirted.” Bakugou mumbled, eyes roaming your exposed skin and the mess you’d made on the screen.

That’s it, he was going home to you now.

“What?!” Denki gasped in surprise, practically jumping over the table in the booth to read the messages, “You made her squirt?”

“Clearly it was me that got her close enough to do it,” Sero grinned, “Eij just got lucky to get her last.”

“And she sent a picture? Can I see it, man? Please.” Denki looked as though he was about to cry, his knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the table, “Please just one pic.”

Bakugou chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, debating on whether to show the personal picture you’d sent. A picture that had clearly been intended for his eyes only— but he’d explain to you later.

Turning the screen to the rest of the table, ensuring it faced away from the busy bar as his friends leaned in to look at it. Eyes darting across the imagine to try and memorise it in the few seconds that Bakugou had given them.

“Holy fucking shit.” Sero grinned.

“That’s not fair that you get to go home to that,” Denki threw his head against the back of the booth with a groan, “I’d lick it off the floor.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ freak.” Bakugou sneered, scrunching his nose at the debauched comment.

Locking his phone before leaning forward to pick his beer bottle up to down the rest of its contents, slamming the empty bottle back down on the table as he grabbed his jacket.

“Well, you’ve seen what I’ve got waiting for me at home, I’m out.” Bakugou fist bumped Sero as before shrugging his jacket back on.

“Any chance at a video call?” Denki pleaded, clasping his hands together as Bakugou shot him a glare, “What? I’m just asking.”

Bakugou text you as he left the bar, moving quick on his feet to get home to you as quickly as possible as he hailed a taxi.

Bakugou[9.52PM]: I’m not cleaning that up when I get home, I’m making it worse.