#miruko x male reader

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

can you do miruko x shy male reader

Mirko with a shy male reader

•Contrary to popular belief being in a relationship with Mirko isn't all that difficult even if you're on the shy side

•The hard part is actually getting into a relationship with her seeing how you have to catch her attention first

•Luckily she seems to have a thing for men who are shy but able to assert themselves when needed

•Mirko is quite the tease towards you, she just really loves to see you get flustered 

•Whether it be from something she said or from her giving you affection 

•She just loves to see your face flush to a scarlet red and to hear you trip over your words

•Don't get her wrong though only she's allowed to do that to you

•If anyone else tried to to tease or fluster you they can expect to get a kick to the face

•As you can expect she's all about PDA she loves to show off her love towards you and that's just something you'll have to get used too

•If your also a hero like her she's going to make an exception and want to have you work with her

•You just gotta be capable of holding your own or keep up with her, she doesn't tolerate such weakness especially from her lover

•So expect to be working out with her when your not on patrol

•Good thing you have a good quirk that makes combat a lot easier for you

[amphibiahawks321]

Mirko : I'm hungry...

M!Reader : I can order us some takeout-

Mirko : Carrot cake...

M!Reader : What?

Mirko : I want Carrot cake

M!Reader : Don't you think having dessert is a bit too much? and also I don't even know how to make-

Mirko : I'll let you touch my ears

M!Reader : .....

[Cut to Y/N Shredding Carrots while watching a tutorial while Mirko hugs him and holds his waist from behind with a smile]

[subwaystragedy]

New Too The Feeling || Dom!Miruko x Sub!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Praise and ever so slight corruption with anal

A/n: I don't like this one and I'm so sad about it omg-

"Doing so good bunny boy," Rumi whispered softly in your ear, causing you to let out a loud cry, feeling her strap on deep in your stomach as she holds the back of your neck, your stomach and chest against the bed with your ass in the air. Rumi on her knees to pull you back against her fake dick, hearing you cry out was enough to make her drip down her thighs as she held your hips, soon wondering what you’d sound like with a form of deeper penetration. Stopping her movements as she contemplates asking you, pausing too long for you as you begin to whine and squirm, “Rumi,” it comes out in a high pitched and needy whine.

Wiggling your hips to hopefully get her to move, feeling her hand move to tightly grip your ass to keep you still, “Hey bun?” she ask as he grip softens a bit, “Y-yeah?” “Wanna try somethin’ new?” The question has you puzzled, looking back at her best you can as you ask, “W-what do you have in mind?” trusting her fully with the idea she’s going to present to you to keep you still, as you look back at her best you can "Wh-what did you have in mind?" you ask, trusting her fully with the idea she's going to present. 

"Do you want to try anal pretty boy?" she hums, leaning over you as she talks softly in your ear "Your pussys wet enough to help," she almost coo's, her gentle yet rough voice makes you whimper as you nod slowly. "Good boy," her voice us going to drive you over the edge one day, you swear it, feeling yourself tighten over the toy inside you as she pulls it out in at an agonizingly slow pace, the moan you let out as you feel it is involuntary, but the praise that follows feels lovely.  "Such a noisy boy, doing so well for me," paired with the deep chuckle she lets out from low in her chest was bewitching, hiding your face in the pillows as you whimper, feeling embarrassed as she runs the toy from your cunt to your ass.

"You tell me if it hurts too much, okay bunny boy?" "Y-yes ma'am!" like usual, an automatic response, earning another beautiful deep rumble from her as she chuckles, "Good boy," is the last thing you can focus on before she pushes the silicone toy into your ass. Slowly and gently of course, the gasp you let out amuses her, and you can tell from the way she pushes in more than last time and that soft entertained laugh she lets out giving it away. 

Pushing more past your rim as you move your arm to place it on her anywhere you can reach, the position allowing you to grab her thighs. "Tell me the safe word," she commands as you take more of the toy in the unexplored hole, "B-butterfly!" you cry, biting your lip as your nails dig into Rumi's skin slightly. The hiss she lets out tells you there'll at least be small crescent marks later on. Too consumed by your own pleasure to realize you’re doing it even harder, “Relax bun,” she tells you, stating it as a command to follow rather than a suggestion.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, relaxing your body, almost immediately tightening up again as she pushes her fake cock into your ass further, gasping as you inhale sharply, forcing your mind elsewhere so she can fuck you. “Good boy, such an obedient whore for me, yeah? She teases as she gets close to bottoming out, knowing how big the strap on you like her to use is, “Y-yes m-ma’am,” hiccupping through your words as you talk, letting Rumi know you’re enjoying it, remembering the first time she put her toy inside you. Hearing you hiccup, stutter, and gasp as you take the 8 inches in your pussy, now your ass, getting excited herself as she hears that loud and low moan you let out as she bottoms out.

Loving how she can see you clench around her “dick” with it so deep inside the newly stretched hole, the toy not being thick enough to no hurt as it enters you, but long enough to feel it in your gut, even if you couldn’t see it as you looked down and place your hand on your stomach. The sting as she pulls out gently, leaning over you in a more intimate leapfrog position as she rubs your clit in between her thumb and forefinger, jerking you off as she kisses the back of your neck. Taking your slick and rubbing it up towards your ass again, making the assumption of its pain as she speaks to you, "Be good bunny, I need you to relax."

You nod as you lift your head up again, trying to turn your head towards her to look and nod, doing the best you can to tell her you're listening, your ability to talk being limited from the pleasure and pain of her pulling out of your rim. Whimpering softly as you finally look her in the eyes, “Good bunny” she tells you as she leans back up, grabbing your hips as she pulls you towards her quickly, the loud cry you let out only makes her smirk, pushing you forward by your hips just to slam you back down against her. Forcing the strap on to hit deep inside you, moaning like you’re in a porno as she chuckles, “Such a pretty bunny boy, taking it like my handsome man," her words are hardly heard, too busy moaning at the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Th-thank y-you! F-fuck!" is all you can cry out, feeling yourself getting close unreasonably soon, feeling your stomach tighten, almost screaming as Rumi picks up the pace once again. Going impossibly faster, "You like that bunny?" she asks, moving her hands to your ass as she grips it, still moving you back and forth on the fake dick, "Yes! Fuck- please! G-give me more!" The screams of desperation and pleasure let Rumi know she's getting to you, feeling a new sensation taking over you, the laugh she lets out only fueling your arousal, her low and soft voice not helping, "Gonna cum bunny boy?"

 Only being able to nod quickly in response, the deep penetration of the toy hitting the insides of your ass was in turn hitting your g-spot, the feeling of an intense orgasm coming your way so quick you can't tell Rumi. Gasping as you let out a silent cry, head up and tilted back as Rumi chuckles, pushing inside you as deep as she can, the feeling of wetness falling down your shaking legs as you go weak, only staying up by your hips as Rumi holds you. Leaning down to kiss the side of your head as you pant, "Good boy," whimpering at her softness. "M-more.." was all you could whisper, hearing her softly exhale, seemingly entertained by the request. 

"You got it bunny boy."

[crybaby-bkg]

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Bakugou x f!reader Warnings/Tags: male OC tries to assault reader, short scuffle between reader and OC, attempted sexual assault (but nothing actually happens), poor living conditions, slowly creeping into the hesitant friends arc!!, panic attacks, very brief suicidal ideations Word Count: 4.6k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

Main Masterlist AO3

A couple days have gone by since your meeting with the heroes and the Hero Commission’s worker. You still haven’t come to a clear decision yet, but granted, this is a big decision and its not just one that you can make over night. 

As you head home from your job, you try to weigh the pros and cons of rebranding as a hero. For one, you’d probably make more money and be able to afford your apartment. You wouldn’t have to sneak around so much, and you’d probably get a lot more respect and credit when walking amongst people, and not just in online spaces.

But…who’s to say the rest of society will accept you? In hero society, being a vigilante is illegal. You know that if you accept the conditions of rebranding, then your crimes will be forgiven, but for the rest of your career, you’ll be under strict watch. What’s the point of saving people if you have to be monitored the whole time?

A lot of those who have become victims themselves, or had been saved by you, respected what you did and how you went about it. But so, so many, including heroes and the government and police alike, hated you. Not because of what you stood for, that most didn’t know or didn’t care to know, but because you were targeting men. Its not like those men were innocent, but due diligence and the whole concept of “judge, jury, and executioner” really turned people off from you. 

If you did accept, how would other heroes see you? Would they find new respect for you, after hearing your story? Or would they only condemn you to being a vigilante, someone who should’ve never been forgiven? 

How would Miruko see you? Would she respect you, and what you’ve become? Would she still carry the same disdain she shows on the news? 

What would become of you, if you let the Red Medusa lay forever forgotten in the streets, and become someone new? Should you bring up your vigilante days, or do you let the news dig it all up and find out when you start flourishing as a hero? Do you keep the gap between victim and hero empty, or would you have to spill it all to everyone?

The thoughts overwhelm you, and you find yourself in front of your door before you know it. You drop your keys twice, and by the time you finally unlock your door, someone clearing their throat interrupts you. Your head whips around to find your landlord standing a few feet beside you with his hands tucked into his jeans. 

He’s a younger guy, which was a surprise when you first met him. You thought all landlords looked like sewer rats with greasy hair and a creepy aura. This landlord, Mr. Riku only exudes one of those things—creepiness. 

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your rent, sweetheart.” Mr. Riku nods his head to you, and you bristle at the name. 

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” You snap at him, keeping your hand locked on your doorknob, the other holding a pocket knife tight in the front of your hoodie. Mr. Riku rolls his eyes at you, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he laughs. 

“Ah, right. Trauma, and shit.” He says flippantly, making a face that you think is supposed to disarm you and make you laugh with him. You don’t. You stare at him for a minute, chewing the inside of your cheek as you take all of him in. 

“What do you want?” You bark when he stands there staring at you for too long. Every time you talk to him, you feel like you’re going to emerge out of the conversation covered in slime weighing you down. 

“You’re three months behind on rent. I should evict you.” He singsongs, twisting his mouth as he leans against the wall beside your door. 

“So why don’t you?” You sneer at him, all bite and sharp teeth that he ignores to instead clean invisible dirt from under his nails. 

“It would be a shame to lose such a pretty face in my building, you know? I’d miss it.” Mr. Riku looks up at you from under white haired bangs, grinning something evil that makes your stomach churn and your chest tighten. Before you can say anything, he’s slinking his way inside of your apartment through your open door, coming in before you can stop him. 

“The fuck are you doing?” You shout at him, hand tightening on the pocket knife as you flip it open inside your pocket. You really don’t wanna slice up your landlord and get into actual non-vigilante trouble for this, but you’re starting to fall into fight or flight mode. Right now, he’s one of the men who’s hurt you, and you refuse to be a victim again. 

“I own the building, sweetheart.” Mr. Riku says snootily, walking into your living room, violating it with his yuck. “I’m entitled to come into each and every unit when I damn so please.” He looks around the place, holding up a shirt you left on the couch and sniffing it blatantly in your face. 

You cringe at that, heart rate picking up as you take a step to him, frozen in your spot when he suddenly appears in front of you again. He reaches a hand out to your own that’s still in your pocket, and you finally find it in you to move, snatching away as you stumble into the still ajar door. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You growl at him, though your voice shakes much more than you’d like. Usually, when facing off with creepy men like this, they don’t know who you are, can’t hang your living situation over your head, don’t know your connections to a high ranking hero who paid for you to live here.. 

“I have an offer for you, that I can’t let the other neighbors hear.” Mr. Riku whispers, inching closer to you until his nose damn near brushes yours. 

You jerk back, one hand still gripping the knife, the other curling up into a fist at your side. If he attacks, you can either cut him or punch him, but that might not be enough. You might have to get your gun strapped to your hip, even though you’re sure that it’ll be too loud and alert the neighbors. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing. 

“Which is?” You reply back, calculating his next move as much as you can, trying to keep your head leveled. 

“I’ll extend your stay here. But you have to treat me right in return.” Mr. Riku mutters, hands—creepy, disgusting, too bony, too long, too veiny hands—reaching out to cup your chest. Before he can, you swing your fist, nailing him directly in the jaw, sending him crashing into your bookshelf next to your front door. A few books fall on him, and you stand above him, heart racing at the thought of what he just tried to do to you. 

“Fuck you, you fucking pig.” You spit at him, voice cracking as he moans in pain. You pick up your bag, kicking him between the legs once as hard as you can before you finally dart out into the hallway. 

From there, you run and run and run until your legs take you to a safe place, heart in your throat all the while. You don’t think you can breathe; you don’t think you took a single breath the entire way there until you found your back against a familiar door, gasping in the musky air of the warehouse. 

Nobody seems to be here, as all the lights are off and its quieter than it usually is. You call out Vanity’s name, expecting for at least her to be there, but nobody answers you. You feel rooted to your place at the door, eyes welling with tears as your shaking hands hold tightly onto your bag. You can’t move—have your limbs always been weighed down so heavily by lead? Has your heartbeat always been so loud in your ears?

After what feels like hours, do you slowly start sinking down onto the hard, cold floor beneath you. Your fingers are warm and clammy when you finally let go of the bag, to instead wrap your arms around your figure. You take a breath, and then another, before the sobs start to wrack your body, heavy and loud and ugly, shaking and screeching, angry and full of—of, rage, fear, terrifying, body consuming fear. 

Your eyes burn with every blink, your chest getting too tight, you don’t think you can muster anymore breath inside of your lungs. You can’t move, you can’t move, you can’t move. 

A shadow emerges from the steps in the back corner, and you think that this might be the end for you. Maybe it should be—you won’t have to fight anymore, you won’t have to suffer. You won’t be such a pain in the ass for Dynamight anymore. 

But instead, you’re greeted with an emerald green eyepatch and a golden, glowing eye. Vanity. 

She says something to you, but your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton. She crouches in front of you, waving a hand in front of your face, but your eyes have been unseeing for a while now. So she holds you, close to her chest, gathers you up in her arms like a mother would, and she holds you. 

You don’t think you’ve ever cried harder. 

You two stay like that for what feels like days, before your tears have slowed to trickles down your cheeks, and your sobs have dissipated into quiet little hiccups. You don’t know when you started holding her back, but your hands grip her shirt, and you belatedly realize that she’s wearing her usual pajamas. 

“Sorry for waking you,” you croak out, throat dry and scratchy. Vanity leans back to fix you with a frown, and you notice that her own eye holds tears. 

“Don’t apologize. I heard my girl crying, and what kind of best friend would I be to not comfort her?” She reassures you, wiping away the few stray tears that still fall down your face. You smile wobbly at her, before planting your head in her chest again. She’s warm, and holds you close to her with her arms wrapped tight around your shoulders, stroking your hair. She lets you stay like that for a few more minutes, before she speaks,

“Can I ask what happened?” Her voice is tiny in the big, spacious room. “It’s okay if you don’t want to share.” You sit with her question hanging in the air, trying to gather the words in your mouth to spit out. 

“Creepy, shitty landlord.” Is all you can muster up. It’s enough though, as she only hums in acknowledgement, muttering, 

“It’s always creepy, shitty landlords, ain’t it?” You can hear her smile when you start to laugh against her skin, finally pulling back to look at her. Her cheeks are tear-stained, and you wonder if she can cry from an empty socket. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” She asks, helping you to your feet. 

The rest of the afternoon goes by in a blur, with Vanity helping you to the shower, lending you some clothes since you didn’t have anything clean in your bag, and fixing you up something quick and easy to eat. You two are quiet in the empty warehouse, and you fall asleep next to her on the cot in her room. It’s uncomfortable sharing such a small space, but at least you know you’re safe. 

…

Things went by uneventfully when you “broke” into your apartment to get some extra clothes and other necessities with Vanity. After that though, you’ve stayed in the warehouse full time. It’s not the most ideal living situation though, long term, since there’s no Wi-Fi and it interferes with your connection to the outside world and possible villain activity going on. Also, there’s no hot water, nor is there a fully functioning kitchen besides a microwave. 

This hideaway was only supposed to be for temporary usage—running away from the cops, needing to get stitched up, some extra ammo, a safe place to sleep for a few nights. 

Not for two weeks. Once your higher ups started asking questions about your performance after a few patients expressed their worry about your near constant zombie-like state, you realized that you had to find another solution. (You think its the consistent cold showers that really did you in. Miruko spoiled you with such a nice place.) 

You finally decide to swallow your pride, grumbling all the while as you stand behind the warehouse, holding your phone up high to the sky. 

[ You , sent at 8:49pm ]

hey asshole, its trm. got a minute to chat? 

[ Dynamight , sent at 8:52pm ]

yeah, only took you three years to text me

what?

[ You , sent at 8:55pm ]

you're even ruder over text

I need a favor, but don’t expect anything in return 

[ Dynamight , sent at 8:57pm ]

Never. 

[ You , sent at 8:58pm ]

got some housing issues going on rn. do you have any recs for low rent apartments in the area?

[ Dynamight , sent at 9:00pm ]

Ur shitting bricks if you think you can get something low in this neighborhood

[ You , sent at 9:05pm ]

thanks for the fucking help then

[ Dynamight , sent at 9:06pm ]

got a spare room at my place tho?

[ You , sent at 9:06pm ]

And what the fuck does that mean?

“What the fuck does that mean, Dynamight?” You immediately call him before the text can even send through, heart in your throat, your breathing heavy. Dynamight answers on the second ring, and grunts at your loud tone this late at night. 

“What else would it mean?” He asks, voice disinterested as he yawns on the other end of the line. “I gotta spare room at my place, if you wanna crash.” He offers up like its the most casual thing a person could ever do. You’re silent on the other line as you let his words sink in, eyebrows furrowing as your gaze unfocuses on the thicket of trees in front of you. 

Why would he offer up his place to you? Is he looking for something in return? Would he take advantage of you? What if the fucker had some kind of freaky room where he could tie you up and do whatever freaky shit repressed heroes do? You bite at your lip, mind reeling, as you form your mouth to reject his offer.  

“Look, not to be an intrusive dumbass but—” Dynamight speaks up after a long stretch of silence. 

“You are.” You cut him off, listening to him grunt on the other end of the line. 

“Shuddup.” You can practically hear the frown in his voice before he continues. “But I see Miruko hooked you up at a shelter near the apartment you were staying at, and its pretty close to where I’m at. If you don’t wanna take an hour commute to get there because you gotta stay in some shitty apartment, then you could come crash with me.” 

He’s too fucking nonchalant for you, to be offering up something so hugely important. You just don’t get it, you think, as you exhale, one hand gripping your phone tightly and the other gripping the roots of your hair. 

“And why would you do that?” You ask him in the tiniest whisper you can muster, brain struggling to figure out why someone like him would offer his space to someone like you. 

“The fuck? I just explained why.” Dynamight grunts confusedly on the other end, and you can damn near see his thick brows scrunching in confusion.  

“No, I mean why you?” You ask desperately, hands starting to tremor as you speak through your teeth. “Why are you offering up your place for me to live? We don’t even know each other, much less like each other.” Your voice, quiet, shaking under the weight of the words. Dynamight is silent for a few seconds before he retorts, 

“We’d have to know each other to dislike each other.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You snap at him, back straightening as if he could see you. He goes silent for a few beats, formulating the right words in his head before he talks quietly into the mic. 

“Call this a gesture of good faith.” He states, voice firm and unwavering. “I’ve intruded on your life a fuckton these past weeks, trying to rope you into hero life, ‘nd all that, so I wanna offer up something that means a lot to me. Even playing field, and shit.”

You fall silent, mulling over his words, everything that could go wrong if you were to put your trust into a hero, a man. He could hurt you. He could get away with it, easily. He could paint you out to be the crazy one, the problem. 

But…he could help you. You would never need a man’s help but—Dynamight, in all of your interactions, never seemed like the type of scummy guys you frequently punished. He felt genuine, in a sense, firm but not too pushy. And maybe—maybe you could trust him. Just a little bit. 

He hasn’t turned you into the police or to Hero Commission (yet?). You guess the guy couldn’t be all bad. 

“I’m not taking any fuckin’ handouts.” You snap at him after a minute of silence. You can hear him chuckle on the other end before fabric starts ruffling in the background. 

“Not a handout, dumbass. Just letting you borrow some shit for the time being.” He shrugs, and you swear you hear him yawn once. You frown, kicking up some branches that lay fallen at your feet. 

“I’ll pay rent.” You mutter to him. 

“No shit you’re paying rent.” Dynamight snorts, barely giving you a second to even offer. Shit head. 

“Okay. Text me your address.” You go to pull your phone away to hang up, interrupted by his voice calling out on the other end. 

“You’re coming now? I was about to go to bed.” He grumbles. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, pulling the phone away from your ear to check the time. 

“The fuck? It’s not even 9:30 yet, you old fart.” You poke at him, listening to his annoyed mumbling on the other side. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Dynamight says with no real malice. “Call me when you’re outside.” He hangs up before you can say another word, and sends his address through to you only seconds later. 

You look up at the sky before going back inside, gaze focused on the full moon and the cloudless skies, and wonder how the hell you’re gonna tell Vanity that you're moving in with a male pro hero. You decide that the best way to tell her, is by not telling her face to face at all. 

Before you leave, you write a note left on your cot for her to find. You know she’s not going to be happy about this, but you have to put yourself first every once in a while. 

…

“Well you look like shit.” Is the first thing you tell Dynamight when he opens the door to his apartment. He’s frowning at you, with half of his ash blond mane flattened on one side, his tank top twisted at the neck a little, his sweatpants low on his hips, and his feet bare. He looks like you’ve just woken him up. 

“Fuck off,” he mutters, yawning before he turns on his heel to walk back inside. You follow, albeit hesitantly, afraid that something or someone might be wanting for you around the corner, ready to attack. But you take off your shoes, and pad into the living room, and it looks like no boogeymen are plotting on snatching you before you can even scream. 

Dynamight stands behind the couch with his hands on his hips, a sleepy little frown on his face as he looks at you. He gestures to the open layout of his place, voice a deep grumble in his throat. 

“Living room. Tv remote there,” he points to the coffee table before hooking his thumb behind him. “Kitchen—don’t eat my fuckin’ protein bars.” He points at you next and you only sneer at him. He tries to match your look but he’s too sleepy to keep up, so he only turns on his heel again before guiding you down a long hallway. 

“Did you fall asleep already? We just hung up like, thirty minutes ago.” You ask him, frowning when it takes more effort than you’d like to keep up with his long legs. 

“Shut it. I thought I was gonna stay up, but ‘m fuckin’ exhausted.” Dynamight grunts at you, sidestepping at a door across from what looks like the bathroom. You peer inside, hiking your heavy book bag up higher on your shoulder. Dynamight goes to take it without warning, and you instinctively grab it back, head whipping up to stare at him in confusion. He scrunches his face up before shaking his head at you. 

“Sorry. Looks heavy, and I was gonna put it down for you.” His voice is small, and he folds his arms across his chest. You blink up at him for a few seconds, taking a few breaths to calm your suddenly racing heart before you drop the bag into his barely ready hands. He grunts at the weight of it, tired face surprised at how much you’ve stuffed inside. 

“This my room?” You ask him, ignoring his question of how many bodies you’ve packed in there, to walk inside the new space. 

It’s big. Entirely so, almost as big as your whole apartment from before. There’s a deep marooned carpet covering the floor, the walls a muted gray, with cream colored black out curtains covering the windows. The bed looks too big for just you to sleep in, decorated with more gray and cream sheets. Four pillows sit against a wooden headboard, and a small circular decorative one sits in the middle. There’s a purple throw blanket at the end of the bed that doesn’t match anything, but you see that its knitted, and you wonder why someone like Dynamight owns something so soft. 

There’s a TV in front of the bed, and a small couch at the end of it. A closet on one side of the room, open and empty, the other wall decorated with a wooden dresser pressed against it. The room is beautiful and so…un-Dynamight. 

“Why’s the bed so big?” Is the only thing you can muster up, shocked at how nice the room really is. Dynamight grunts at that, and you think it might’ve actually been a chuckle. He enters the room, setting your bag on the cream couch and letting you enter, before he stands back at the doorway again. 

“‘Cause I’m a big guy, with some big friends who like to invite themselves over and get too fuckin’ drunk to go home.” Dynamight leans against the doorsill with his arms crossed over his chest, yawning at the end of his sentence. His eyes are so low, and droopy, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think his quirk was actually being half lion. If you tilt your head enough, you’re sure you’d see some fluffy ears hidden in the mane of his hair. 

You look away, realizing you’ve been staring as you run your hand over the soft blanket. You look back to him, almost as if in question, but he only blinks at you. You’re quiet for a while, taking everything in. 

“Bathrooms across the hall, too. It’s all yours, since I have my own in my room.” Dynamight tells you, head jerking back to across the hall. Your eyes flicker behind him before landing on him again, feeling something warm starting to light up your chest. 

“Thank you, Dynamight.” You whisper to him, voice tiny, as you awkwardly fold your arms over your chest. You hate feeling so meek, so in debt, so needy. But he doesn’t seem to take advantage of it, rolling his eyes as he pushes off the wall. 

“We’re roommates now. Call me Bakugou.” He tells you, voice firm. You want to be an asshole and come up with some smart remark, but you can’t seem to find any. So you nod at him, once, and give him your last name, too. He smiles a tiny little smile at that before a yawn breaks his face again. He backs up from your door with a small wave, nodding to you. 

“We can discuss rent and shit in the morning. Get some sleep.” He tells you, going to turn his back before you speak up as you start unzipping your bag to pull out some pajamas. 

“I could say the same to you.” You call out to him, watching his eyebrow quirk in surprise. 

“So say it.” He nods his chin to you, slowly walking backwards to his own room. You bristle at that though, shoulders hiking up to your ears as you flip him the bird, something you’re really starting to like doing to him. 

“Fuck off.” You snap at him, no real malice in your tone. Dynamight—Bakugou, laughs at that, before turning on his heel to enter his room. He closes it without another look and you feel yourself release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. 

So what now? You think to yourself, your eyes falling to the pajamas you’re tightly holding before glancing up to the bathroom. 

Now—a hot shower. 

The bathroom is just as big as your room, with the same maroon-grey-cream color scheme going on. He’s even got some decorative towels in here, and it makes you wonder if someone did all of this for him, or if he did it himself. Either way, it doesn’t matter much when the hot water is all you really came for. 

You go on about your nightly routine without further preamble, stiffening every time you hear a bump in the loft. You keep your gun close to you, even seating it on the toilet as you shower and brush your teeth. But nothing happens, and you dart quickly into your room, locking it behind you the moment you’re safe. 

You check the closet, behind the door, and under your bed, and find nothing thankfully. You let yourself breathe for the first time in a long time, as you sit on the side of the bed in your pajamas. You won’t stay here long, you muse over with yourself. Just use his Wi-Fi and shower and oven until you can find a reasonable place to live, even if you have to start taking extra shifts at your job, even if it means having to do less vigilante work. 

This is only temporary, you tell yourself as you lay back in bed, pulling up the purple blanket until it reaches your chin. You don’t want to get under the bed covers—it’ll signify that you’ll overstay your welcome. You can’t stay long. You can’t. 

You don’t sleep much the first night, watching the door all night long, anticipating someone to try the doorknob. It’s left alone the entire time, and only when the sunlight rises, do you finally rest your eyes and let sleep take you. 

chapter six

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[zeros-writing]

Can I get some hcs of midnight or mirko finding/saving a kid who has a fox qurick

(Male reader)

Of course! I did platonic since I think it fits best

Male reader

Finding A Fox Boy

She thinks you are so cute!!

She would love to ruffle your hair and pet your ears and tail

Please let her take care of your fur for you she'd love it

She would also give you tons of tips on how to take care of your fur and keep it soft and healthy

She'd randomly pet your hair and ears, honestly she doesn't even think about she just does it, but she'll stop if you don't want her to

If your goal is to be a hero she'll support you the whole way

She has faith in you and knows you can do whatever you set your mind to

Miruko sees a lot of herself in you

She'll want to take you under her wing and teach you what she knows

She'll also hype you up, she knows people aren't the nicest especially to those with physical quirks

She'll teach you how to fight and let you work out with her if you want

Miruko would also stand up for you if anyone insults you

She knows you have the heart of a hero and if that's your dream she'll help you reach it as much as she can

She'll also help you take care of your fur, especially your tail since she knows it's a difficult spot to reach yourself

[nicothirsts]

no thoughts

just dom!miruko absolutely fucking me up with her strap on 😖✋

ahhh dom!miruko is so sexy, i can't

tw: fem dom, edging, orgasm denial

a mocha hand was tangled tightly in your hair, almost painfully but it was hard to focus on the pain as rumi pulled you into a harsh kiss. all you could do is moan as her tongue invaided your mouth and thrusted hard into you.

"look at you now, drooling over me fucking you like this," she purred almost, bitting your bottom lip enough to almost break the skin. "i love making my baby boy putty in my hands."

a whine sounded in your chest in response, mumbles of her name tumbling from your lips as she stroked your shaft. it was all too much, you were drowning in it all but she hadn't given permission yet. you didn't want to be a bad boy, not tonight.

rumi stilled her hips and quickly pulled her hand away from you, making an almost painful jolt of denial run up your spine. she didn't say a word as she gripped your chin, a devilish smirk curling at her lips.

"now make your choice, baby boy. cum on my strap or be edged until i'm satisfied and had my fill?"

[defectivevillain]

stardom

pairings (can be read as platonic or romantic): Present Mic/reader, Mirko/Reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

check out the other parts of this idol au! [part 1 / part 2]

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

cw: migraines/headaches, dizziness

On some days, Yamada can be a handful. Of course, he’s extremely easy to work with and even easier to be around. Even so, his never-ending supply of energy can grate on your nerves sometimes. His voice is rather loud and on the days when you’re plagued with migraines or bad headaches, you begin to regret taking your position as his manager. 

You wake up one morning before work feeling remarkably shitty. Typically, your headaches will build as the day goes on. Today, however, you have a headache the moment you wake up. It throws you off a little, and your morning routine is significantly more clumsy than usual. When you finally make it to the company building and pass through security, you’re exhausted. Times like these make you wish Yamada’s offices were on a lower floor. As the elevator rises, you put a hand on the railing and close your eyes. Unsurprisingly, colors swirl across your eyes and your ears ring. The elevator dings a moment later and you break out of your reverie, making your way to your office with significantly less speed.

For a little while, you’re fine with answering emails and phone calls. However, the fluorescent lighting of your laptop screen soon begins to sear into your vision and make your head ache even worse. Even so, you push through. You have to push through. You can't go home, can’t call sick. You need to prove that you’re competent. Thus, you push through your pounding headache, your trembling hands, and the uneasy feeling eating away at your chest. 

You don’t realize how much of a mistake that is until it’s too late. You’re returning from dropping off some paperwork on one of the lower floors when you feel a sudden spurt of vertigo. You weakly grasp for the railing in the elevator, your stomach lurching as the elevator ascends higher. When it finally stops, you stumble out and manage to make it to the hallway. Unfortunately, your dizziness only seems to increase. You pinch the bridge of your nose, wincing as pain courses through your face, your teeth, and practically everywhere. 

Just as you're about to give up and let your knees crumple from under you, there’s a hand on your forearm and another on your waist. Yamada is at your side, asking you questions in a warped voice. Well, you’re sure his voice is fine, but it sounds garbled in your ears. You weakly put an arm around his shoulders and he leads you down the hall. 

“Here, sit down,” the idol says, guides you to his office and onto a couch in front of his desk. You follow along pliantly, namely because you’re too dizzy to argue. Even so, the moment you sit down and see him hovering over you, you quickly feel guilty. 

“Yamada...” you break off, shaking your head slowly. The movement makes your vision blur, so you quickly stop and look at Yamada. To your surprise, the idol is staring at you with a concerned expression. There’s a pulsing feeling in your temple and the world around you is fluctuating from fuzzy grains to sharpened lines and back again. “I’ll be fine.” You must not look very good, because the idol doesn’t look the least bit convinced. 

“Considering the amount of times you’ve taken care of me...” Yamada breaks off, an unreadable expression on his face. Well, you’re not quite sure you’d be able to pin down his expression, even without your blurry vision. He snaps his fingers and points to you. “I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” You can't help but huff out a weak laugh at that. Unfortunately, the motion certainly doesn’t help your headache. Yamada frowns and walks away, returning a few moments later with a glass of water and pills in his hand. You don't bother to argue, instead grabbing the water and downing the pills. 

“Thanks,” you murmur, trying to push yourself up off the couch. Yamada quickly pushes you back down—which can’t be hard, what with your weakened strength—and places his hands on your shoulders. 

“You should rest,” Yamada says. It's less of a suggestion and more of an order. You swallow hard and push yourself forward a little, allowing your head to fall back to the decorative pillow behind you. You want to argue, but shadows are creeping along the walls of the room and darkness is threatening to overtake your vision. Within a few moments, your eyes are closing and you’re falling asleep.  

Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko)

You can't help but envy Mirko��Rumi, she tells you to call her- sometimes. The idol is incredibly determined and hardworking. She puts 110% into everything she does. Watching her perfect her craft- whether it be through practicing choreography, working on songs, or anything else- always makes your heart race. Rumi has cultivated a huge fanbase over the years, and you know that she deserves every single ounce of the attention she receives. However, not everyone shares that belief. You realize this during one of her interviews with a few talk show hosts. 

Rumi is scheduled to appear on a popular late-night talk show in a few hours. Rumi, various staff members, and you have all made the trek downtown and to the television studio. It’s a rather time-consuming process, as you all are currently waiting in the studio several hours before the show is set to begin. Mirko is busy with the makeup and hair teams, while you and a few of your coworkers are ironing out any last-minute details. Rumi then has a practice rehearsal on the stage. 

Finally, after what seems like far too long, it’s time for Rumi’s live appearance. You watch with baited breath as she’s called to the stage and shakes hands with the hosts. Things go swimmingly for the first few minutes, and you can’t help but feel that your nerves from earlier were for nothing. 

Of course, that’s when it all goes to shit. The hosts proceed to ask rather insensitive questions. Mirko handles them with ease. Even so, you notice the minute twitch of her eyes or the subtle fidgeting of her fingers. The hosts seem to be entirely unaware of her discomfort, as they continue to lob wild accusations at her for no reason. Thankfully, the time for her performance approaches and she’s singing within a few minutes. After her performance, the hosts transition to the next guest and Rumi is done for the day. 

You walk back to Rumi’s dressing room and wait for her makeup and hair teams to remove any of the uncomfortable pieces she’s wearing. Mirko often requests that they remove all her makeup, which is somehow controversial for an idol to do. You can’t help but think she looks just as stunning without any makeup, but you keep that to yourself. When Rumi is finished up, she nods at you and the two of you exit the room and walk through the studio. Your coworkers will meet you back at the building, since there are multiple cars waiting for you outside. 

“That was insane,” you remark furiously, once the two of you are safely out of earshot from anyone. Rumi bites her lip and looks ahead, the only external sign of her troubles. Her distress quickly fades and she plasters a smile on her face.

“Hey, it's fine,” Rumi says, waving your concerns off. You raise an eyebrow at her and, for a few moments, the two of you walk in silence. You’re trying to filter your thoughts, but clearly you’re not doing a very good job, because you're soon blurting out exactly what you think. 

“They can’t just dismiss you like that,” you continue, clenching your fists at your sides. “Like, seriously, what the hell?! You’ve worked so hard. How dare they?”

“Well—”

“And, hey, they didn’t say those types of things to any of the others!” You can’t stop the words coming out of your mouth anymore. The verbal filter in your mind has completely disintegrated. “They were super nice to the other idols. They didn’t say any of those things to Haru and, hell, he’s super lazy! He does practically nothing all day and I can vouch for that, since I worked for him for a little bit.” You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. You’re about to continue speaking when there’s a sudden hand on your shoulder. 

“Sweetheart,” Rumi cuts you off. You promptly shut your mouth. She looks at you with an exasperated smile. Surely, you’re imagining the fondness in that expression. “It’s okay. It’s happened before, unfortunately.”

“That’s such— such bullshit,” you stammer, anger still brewing in your chest. Admittedly, you're unsure why this is getting you so heated. Then, you think back to all the times you’ve seen Rumi practicing tirelessly in the dance studio, humming to herself during breaks, listening and watching her performances again... Suddenly, you think your anger is justified. 

“I’ve gotten used to those kinds of comments,” Rumi answers, which doesn’t exactly make you feel any better. 

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it.” You frown. 

“But, you know what?” Rumi asks, her gaze intense as she looks at you. “Not everyone is like them. Some people don’t bother to get to know me and, hell, that’s fine. No point in wasting time on them.”

The people that count know how much work I put in. My fans know that I put a lot of effort into producing my music. And... that’s all that matters. Haters, naysayers, and ignorant assholes won’t go away. Even so, knowing that people like you recognize my efforts... It’s more than enough for me.”

At that, Rumi leans to the side and wraps her muscular arm around your shoulders. You subconsciously lean closer. Thankfully, you’re under the cover of night, so you’e not worried about anyone seeing either of you. As you walk to the car, you can’t help but notice the appreciative smile on Rumi’s face. You’re glad you stood up for her, even if your efforts were a bit too late. 

thanks for reading! if you liked this, consider checking out the other parts of this idol au! 

part 1: monoma, shigaraki, shinsou

part 2: bakugo, kirishima, todoroki

For the majority of these snippets, I’ve concentrated on the reader comforting/being there for the idol. However, I decided to flip the script in the snippet with Yamada. I think it works out well. 

I’ve never quite had an opinion on Mirko one way or the other... Then this snippet happened and now I’m down bad y’all 😭😭 she's so cool. 

[birinboom]

Original request from AO3: Could you do reader x miruko au, where miruko isn't a hero but a buff loveable girlfriend that loves her boyfriend

Of course I can, I always want to write more about my favorite bunny!

You Lift Me Up

Usagiyama Rumi x Male!Reader in a Quirkless AU Fluff, romance, tw: food, tw: swearing 💌 908 words

Sitting down on the park bench with a soft sigh, you pulled out your phone. You were about to meet your girlfriend, Rumi, for dinner. The two of you had just moved in together, and the kitchen wasn’t tidy enough for cooking yet. So, you’d decided to go out to eat tonight.

A new message from Rumi ticked in. She had just left the gym, so she’d show up soon. Smiling to yourself, you slipped your phone back into your pocket. She was going to be ravenous, she always was right after a workout. It was one of the things you loved about her. Well, not how hungry she always got, but rather the benefits of her hobby. You loved her figure, you loved her strength, you loved how cheerful she always was after a good workout session. Rumi had happily done her fair share of the heavy lifting when you moved, calling it her workout for the day. She had probably done more than you, now that you thought about it - but she had refused it whenever you’d offered to take some of the heavier things.

Living with Rumi had been a slice of heaven so far, even if it had only been a couple of days. You had never expected how much you would enjoy watching your belongings sitting next to hers as they were unpacked. Rumi’s carrot-patterned throw pillows on your old couch. Your books mingling with hers on the shelves. Her clothes next to yours in the closet. It all filled you with bubbling warmth, leaving you on the verge of bursting with happiness. You could barely wait until every box had been unpacked, every item had found its place. Then the two of you could fall into a domestic routine: come home from your jobs and workouts, cook and eat dinner, then spend the rest of the night on the couch - all of it together.

“Oi, are you gonna ignore me all night?”

The words pulled you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw your girlfriend standing in front of you, her lopsided smile telling you that she wasn’t mad in the least.

You smiled back at her. “Sorry, got lost in thought for a moment.”

Getting to your feet, you pulled her into a hug. It was meant to be soft, but Rumi’s arms tightened around you, then she leaned back a bit, lifting you a couple of inches off your feet.

“Show-off,” you laughed.

Her laughter joined yours as she put you back down. “I got a new personal record! So we’re celebratin’ tonight!”

“Wow, congrats! That means that dinner is on me!”

“You don’t have to, babe, it’s my turn to pay.”

You shook your head. “No, if we’re celebrating you, then I’m paying. You can pay next time.”

Starting towards the restaurant, Rumi told you all about her new record. You hung onto her every word. She was stunning; practically glowing with pride, her red eyes sparkling in the night. You stopped her for a moment, just so you could press a kiss against her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said. “I love seeing you so proud of your accomplishments. And I love that you want to share them with me.” 

Rumi grinned at you. “What’s with all the cheese today? You gettin’ sentimental on me?”

You returned her grin with a soft smile. “Maybe a bit.” Pausing for a moment, you then added, “I’ve just been thinking about how we’re beginning a new chapter of our lives together. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, me too.” Reaching out, Rumi grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers. “And of course I want to share my accomplishments with you, I’d be stupid not to!”

“What do you mean?”

She halted for a moment, a faint flush creeping into her cheeks. Furrowing her brows, as if facing an overwhelming challenge, she spoke up again.

“Because you played a big part too, y’know. You lift me up a lot. You always cheer me up after a bad day, you make me feel valued. You make me want to do my best. And I really ‘ppreciate it. I love it. I love you.”

Rumi’s words made you beam. She’d told you that she loved you multiple times, but only in private. Baring her heart like that always made her feel a bit insecure, and mushy subjects weren’t something she liked to talk about in public. So her overcoming her insecurities tonight - just to tell you how she felt in that very moment, rather than waiting until you got home - made it feel all the more special.

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze. 

“So what you’re saying is that I lift you up emotionally, so you can lift me physically?”

Rumi tucked a stray lock of white hair behind one ear. “Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

Her voice was growing tight, as it did when she was reaching her limit. Rather than pushing her further, you decided to change the subject.

“Ready to get some grub?”

Rumi grinned at you again, the flush still tinting her cheeks. “Yeah, I’m starvin’! If you’re really insisting on paying tonight, then you’d better get your card ready, ‘cause I’m gonna eat my fill!” 

You really didn’t mind paying. And you knew just the way to ensure that she understood that, too.

“Wanna make it a competition?”

Rumi let out a whoop. “Hell to the yes!”

[thezeninclan]

— kissing miruko | rumi usagiyama ii  part of my kisses series | part one

rumi likes to push your buttons, make you squirm, make you shudder. she's quick, eager, nimble, so much like a bunny that it almost makes you laugh. she pulls you flush against her, until you can feel every languid curve and firm muscle of her body, all lean ridges and dense sinew. it drives you crazy, as crazy as you drive her— and maybe that's why she does it.

she eases back on the sofa, tired from so long a day of hero work. she lounges backward, looking expectantly at you as she frees up the space on her lap. you return her smile, sinking onto her strong thighs until you’re pinned between her body and a set of buttery throw pillows, as comfortable as can be. rumi gazes gently at you, brushing her fingers over your temple as she brushes a hair from your face, so soft that for a moment you wonder if she’s even touching you at all.

in her arms, you feel completely at ease. completely able to lose yourself in her embrace, in the softness of her touch. her arms cord around your waist, pulling you tight against her.  

she smirks against your lips as she kisses you hard, slotting your mouths together and pushing your body against hers, until your bodies are molded together, nothing but grasping arms, tangled legs. until you’re focused on nothing but each other, lost completely to the rest of the world. 

[robinsomega]

miruko/rumi in rut x reader

this is a drabble for rumi in rut, i might make this a full length thing at some point but... here are my thoughts. it's by no means perfect this took me 15 minutes i am simply here to dump my opinions about rumi turning me into her cumdump idk what else there is to say. also male rabbits actually don't go into ruts so you can ignore that or think of this as an abo fic, either works

content warnings: rumi has a dick, breeding kink, mentions of reader getting pregnant/carrying her kids, idk just lots of cum, i think that's it lmk if anything else needs to be tagged

thinking about rumi in a rut and the only thing she wants to do is fuck a baby into you... sharing her rut with her would be absolutely insane, because she literally won't stop until she's sure you're filled with as much cum as she can possibly stuff into you before either of you are able to sleep, her rut pushing her on to the point she can't even feel the overstimulation over the physical urge she has to get you knocked up carrying a litter of her kittens. just the thought of how you'd look stuffed full and carrying her kits has her hips picking up speed even further, jackrabbiting right into your wet heat. (pun slightly intended) by the time she's decided you're as stuffed as she can get you, the entire lower half of your body is numb and shaking. you don't know how many times she dumped a load in you but you do know how heavy your stomach feels, filled to the absolute brim. you don't know how you're going to last until the end of the week when this is only the second day.

[subwaystragedy]

My Hero Academia Masterlist!

✧❁✧✿✧❁✧❁✧✿✧❁✧✿✧❁✧

Sleepy Love || Dabi x Dom!Male Reader

New Too The Feeling || Dom!Miruko x Sub Ftm!Reader

In The Stall Against The Wall || Shigaraki x Sub Ftm!Reader His Kitten || Aizawa x Sub!Male Reader Breeding Session || Hawks x Sub Ftm!Reader

[kirithots]

45. with Miruko 🥺

Of course, baby <3 I love me some Mirko. Hope you enjoy!

Pulling Over

Mirko x Male Reader

Prompt: “I can’t wait until we get home. I might have to pull over.”

Disclaimers: dominant Mirko, sub reader, established relationship, reader calls Mirko mommy, spanking

Mirko regretted bringing you to this event with her.

You had been acting like a brat the entire night, putting your hands all over her while she was socializing and rubbing yourself against her desperately whenever she was near you.

Your antics had worked her up and she was ready to punish you when you got home, already thinking about the many ways she was going to make you cry.

As soon as the event ended, she was quick to lead you to her car. You could tell that she was mad, and that made you excited.

Mirko drove in silence for most of the ride home, trying her hardest to ignore you.

But you were being so impatient now, putting your hand on her thigh as she drove and begging for her to make you feel good.

“Stop being such a fucking brat. We’ll be home soon.”

“But, Rumi-”

You looked up at her with pleading eyes, silently begging for her.

“I need you so bad.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, frustrated.

She couldn’t lie to herself, your behavior had turned her on and she hated that she couldn’t punish you right this moment.

Unless…

“You want to get punished so badly, huh?”

“Yes, mommy. I’ve been a very bad boy.”

Her ears twitched at your words.

“I can’t wait until we get home. I might have to pull over.”

Rumi grits her teeth and pulls over on the side of the highway and quickly unbuckles her seatbelt.

You smiled to yourself, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.

“Get out of the car and bend over on the hood.”

You do as you’re told, and grow hard at the thought of someone driving by and seeing you in such a vulnerable position.

Rumi stands behind you, and you can almost feel her eyes staring down at you.

She pulls your pants and underwear down to your ankles and you shiver as the cold air hits your exposed skin.

A hand comes down on your ass, causing you to let out a squeak.

“Count.”

“One!” you manage to say before her hand slaps your other cheek.

“Two! Three! Ngh- Four!”

She spanks you relentlessly, and you moan as your body rubs against the car with each slap.

Rumi stops for a moment and massages your red cheeks.

“You’ve been very bad today.”

“I’m sorry, mommy!”

She pulls you off the hood by your hair, and takes your dick in her hands.

“It’s too late to be sorry now.”

Her mouth bites at neck as she pumps your cock faster than you can handle.

“Mommy, I can’t-”

“Is this not what you wanted, baby? You wanted it so bad and you can’t handle it. How pathetic.”

You cry as she abuses your dick, and you’re quickly coming to your orgasm, cum spilling onto the car and Rumi’s hand.

Your legs shake as she lets go of you to pull your pants back up.

“Get back in the car, brat. We’ll continue this when we get home.”

Author’s Note: This took longer than I wanted it to, but I kept getting distracted lol. Hope you all liked it, and feel free to make a request of your own!

[sukislady]

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- character x f!reader x character

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- death of any kind

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- character x MALE reader (i am a female, i wouldn’t know what to say if it was in the male prospective)

- self-harm, mental illness issues

- big age gaps, max age gap i’ll accept is two years apart

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[queen-bee-annon]

Sneaky little fiend

Requested? Yes|No

Summary:

While at a party you decide to mess with your friend..... Yeah we'll call it that.

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive x male reader

(Ciel and Elisabeth aren't together but pretend to be in the public eye, Elizabeth is already with someone else)

Ciel's pov:

We were only here for business, as the queens guard dog I must attend parties like this, no patter how terrible the people around me are.

'Lets hope I don't run into anyone I know...' I thought while walking through the crowd.

I felt some thing touch me but at the moment I really didn't care until it touched me again, from my lower back going lower-

I snap my head in the direction of the person who dare touch me "Oh..."

"Try not to get whiplash hun" he smiled at me.

M/N pov:

While walking through the crowd of strangers trying to buy off small or large peaces of other people's companies I spot my favorite non-human (Sebastian).

Appon noticing me, and about to announce me to the boy next to him, I quickly held up a finger to my lips with a mischievous smirk. He turns away before Ciel noticed he had turned.

I made my way closer to him just enough to graze his back, thinking I was caught I pulled away.

Seeing as he gave no reaction I did it again, being able to fully touch him while to the public it looks as though I'm following him like Sebastian does.

I trail my have down and he spins around quickly, I can't help but snicker at him "Try not to get whiplash hun"

He blushes a bit at the fact that

1. He got so jumpy

2. He had to slightly look up at you

As fast as that surprised face came it turned into an annoyed one "Your wearing your sisters heals again M/N"

No pov:

You're just mad because I'm taller that you for once, and that I look good in heels and you look like a stick bug doing a dance" M/N mumbled the last part.

"I heard that" Ciel grumbled

"Not from down there you didn't" M/N snickers along with Sebastian needing to turn away and cover his mouth to calm himself of laughter.

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Its short I know but it's also 10 and you guys saw how bad my writing is once when I rote my Miruko fic so don't blame me

Be safe you all

I was lazy on the y/n drawing be happy you even get one

Love you

Queen Bee out

[kozumedenki]

Do you write for Yaoyorozu? If it's okay, could I ask for her x male reader that has a stomachache/headache and he goes to take a nap in her room? Just some fluff 💕

miss momo, my lovely lady right under ryukyu and miruko. i love her so much

momo looked up from her textbook when she heard a gentle knock on her door, a soft frown tugging at her lips. everyone knew that this was her study hour, so they usually wouldn’t knock. did something happen? was someone hurt?

she got up from her desk and answered the door, cracking it open to see her boyfriend standing there.

“hey there, baby,” he gave a weak smile and his usual flirty greeting but something was off.

“hey, (name)-kun... what’s wrong, are you hurt?” concerned black irises scanned over the male’s body, a hand gently reaching out to grip his wrist. 

“just a headache... bakugou sent me flying pretty hard earlier, i thought it would have stopped after dinner but,” the (color) haired boy shrugged softly and rested his forehead against the ravenette’s shoulder. “i know i’m bothering but... can i just lay in your room? it’s so much more comfortable with you around.”

a soft blush filled momo’s cheeks as she nodded, gently stroking the male’s hair back. “o-of course... give me one second, ok?”

“is everything o-”

momo cut him off, closing the door and looked at her textbook. she bit her lip and thought for a moment. yeah, that’ll work.

...

(name) rested his head against the door frame, eyes closed to block out the bright lights of the hallway. he felt so bad for interrupting his girlfriend’s study time but he tried to rest in his room but he was just too aware of the pounding of his head all alone.

he jumped a little when the door suddenly opened again, peaking up at the sweet face of his darling momo. 

“come on, (name)-kun,” she gently took his hand to pull him into the room.

his confusion grew when she sat on the bed next to a laptop tray set up at her side. “baby, what are you doing? you can still study, i just wanted your company.”

she gave him a warm smile, gently patting the spot next to her. “i’m still going to, now come over here.”

(name) decided not to argue, taking the seat next to her on the bed. a moment later, a hand rested on his shoulder and pulled him down so his head was on her lap.

“there, now you can rest and i can study,” she smiled sweetly, running her fingers through the male’s (color) locks. “just relax, ok?”

(name) closed his eyes will a soft smile. “thank you, baby. you’re my angel, you know that?”

momo couldn’t help but blush again as she playfully rolled her eyes. “just get some rest, i’ll be here when you wake up.”

[birinboom]

Can i request fic where mirko has a hosue husband s/o (he's a little submissive) and she got home late cause of a viilen attack

I really love the domestic fluff of a house spouse, and I love the idea of female Heroes (or female characters in general) having one. House spouses, no matter their gender, shouldn’t just be for the male characters! And I agree that the idea of the bunny finding herself a fox househusband is funny 😂 I hope you enjoy!

The Best Part of My Day

Usagiyama Rumi / Mirko and her househusband, Male!Reader Fluff 💌 1,042 words Trigger warnings: food

When you’d come across one of your favorite Heroes, Mirko, in person, you had barely been able to believe your own luck. And you outright thought that you were dreaming when she asked you on a date. Mirko - or Rumi when she wasn’t on duty - was strong, brave, and agile. You were… not. You were a lot more timid than her. It was a stark contrast to your respective Quirks - Rumi’s ‘Rabbit’ and your own ‘Fox’ - and something people often teased you about. But it worked out perfectly for the two of you.

Once you married, both of you agreed that you should become a househusband. Rumi had so precious little free time with her Hero work, and you were more than happy taking care of your house so she could just relax when she finally came home. If you were completely honest with yourself, you felt proud that you were able to help the No. 5 Hero, even if it was with something as simple as cooking and doing laundry. And Rumi always voiced her appreciation of your work.

You were standing in the kitchen, humming to yourself, as you scrubbed dirt off the carrots you had picked for dinner. It was a hobby you had come to love after you’d moved to the suburbs with Rumi. You’d never once suspected that you would like growing your own vegetables, but taking care of your little garden was so satisfying to you. Not to mention that you knew that Rumi would lose her mind when she saw the carrots you had grown. It was cliché, but she never tried to hide how much she loved carrots. And she had been looking forward to them ever since you had sown them in the spring. You loved that part about her.

Your hand slipped, splashing dirty water onto the counter. Reaching over to grab some paper towels, you realized that you’d used up the last of the roll. Only the cardboard tube was left. And the new package was stashed on top of the cabinets. You couldn’t reach it, even if you stood on your tiptoes. Not that it mattered, neither you nor Rumi needed step stools in your home. Your Quirks were similar in that regard, they allowed both of you to jump higher than what people without similar Quirks could. You weren’t able to jump nearly as high as Rumi - mostly because you hadn’t trained your Quirk like she had - but it still gave you an advantage.

New roll of paper towels in hand, you set about cleaning the counter. Nothing could break your good mood today. Rumi had promised to be home in time for dinner. It was becoming rare that the two of you ate together seeing how busy she was. So you were looking forward to spending the evening with her.

Except that she didn’t show up.

Turning on the TV, you instantly realized why. A Villain, a big, hulking creature spewing what seemed like liquid darkness was attacking an office building downtown. And there was Rumi, trying to subdue the Villain, her white hair and costume a stark contrast to its darkness.

You just sat there, glued to the TV, dinner completely forgotten. Not that you would’ve been able to eat, anyway. Every little noise made your ears twitch, flicking towards the sound. You watched as your wife bounced onto the side of a building, kicking off it and speeding towards the Villain. She turned in midair, aiming a kick to the Villain’s face - or what you assumed was its face. You let out a gleeful cheer when the Villain went down. And you watched Rumi turn towards the camera, holding up both of her hands in victory.

Much later, when Rumi finally came home, you bounded up to her, nearly barreling her over when you threw your arms around her.

“I saw you on TV, babe, you were amazing!” you cried.

Rumi chuckled as she hugged you back just as fiercely. “Isn’t that why you married me?”

“No!” you chided. “I mean, yes, I married you because you’re amazing, but not because you can kick down a Villain the size of our house. You would have been just as amazing if you had chosen to become a teacher.”

“Teacher, huh?” Rumi pulled away to look at you, a grin playing on her lips. “Sorry, but I don’t think I would have it in me to teach. I’m not patient enough.”

You let out a soft laugh. “You’re right about that.”

Rumi just looked at you for a moment, raising one hand so she could run her fingers over the fluffy tips of one of your ears. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine. You loved it when she played with your ears, it was so relaxing. She always seemed to think so as well.

“Would you still have said yes to marrying me if I had been a teacher?” she asked, her voice curious.

“Of course I would have!” you said. “I love you because you’re you, not because you’re a Hero. I wouldn’t have been starstruck, but I would still have said yes to going out with you. It wouldn’t have mattered to me what you did for a living. It still doesn’t.” Hugging her tightly, you added, “I just want to be with you, Rumi.”

She let out a soft sigh. “Y’know, I’m always looking forward to coming home to you. It’s my favorite part of the day. Coming home and just chilling with you. It doesn’t matter what we do, as long as I can be next to you. I’m sorry I missed dinner.”

As if on cue, Rumi’s stomach let out a grumble. She pulled away, giving you a brilliant grin. “Speaking of, is there anything left from dinner?”

You returned her smile. “I haven’t eaten yet, I got too caught up watching you on TV. I can heat it back up, and then we can have our dinner date.”

“Any carrots on the menu tonight?” she asked.

You smirked at her. “Yeah, the ones from the garden.”

Rumi reacted just the way you had expected her to. “Oh hell YES! I get to eat my hubby’s homegrown carrots! Best dinner date ever!”