#shooting star x mirio

[shootingstarbea]

‪Can’t draw anything worth shit at the moment, but I found a cute bunny picrew. ‬

‪Decided to marry bunny Mirio. ‬

‪Welcome to our bunny wedding. ☺️🎉🎊🎉 ‬

‪I edited the hair, the cape, rose, blush, eyes, added some accessories, and petals. ‬

https://picrew.me/image_maker/277578

[weeb-writor]

MHA boys react to your Pro Hero father finding out you’re dating them

Heyo! So today I just have something cute and crack-y! I’ve been reading wayyy to much angst as of late! Reader is neutral and I am running out of things to write so send me some requests I do have a few rules but I pretty much write everything! I hope you all enjoy!

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Amajiki Tamaki x Reader  Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Your Pro Hero dad finds out your dating (All might and Fat Gum)

Words: 1928

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

So you are not sure how to explain this situation, really. Of course you knew about your fathers no dating rules and you were, are a great kid who follow his rules. However, the first time you laid eyes on him you were taken. Then when you saw him fight and the way he spoke their was no hope for you. You had fallen head over heels in love with him. So when he asked you out the words ‘no’ and ‘I can't’ were no longer in your vocabulary. So here you were on a date with Bakugou. You two were at all mall just walking around, shopping when you wanted but mainly just enjoying your time together.

“Would you stop looking like that! Just tell me what the hell it is!” Bakugou yelled at you, you blinked at him not really realizing you were staring.

“I… the claw game for the big game has a rabbit in it.” You said with your head down. Bakugou only sighed and drug you over to the game.

“Now I’ll get you the bunny on one condition,... come meet my parents next weekend.” He mumbled completely red.

“You’ve got a deal.” You said with a smile.

“AND I wanna meet yours.” He added starting to play the game you stilled visibly at his words.

“Uh i'm sure you don't, it might be another situation like you had at dinner with the Todoroki’s!” You rushed out to him. He didn't respond but moved the claw toward the ugliest stuffed animal you had ever seen.

“OMG you're such a dramatic man, fine fine.” You huffed at him, he chuckled evilly and a moment later you were holding the huge bunny. 

“What would you do without me, huh? I'm perfect for you, y’know. No one else could have done that for you the first try, like I did.” He said as you guys started your walk up again.

“Huh, well personally I think Izuku probably could. You know he has all those limited addition all might figures and plushies, a lot of them come from claw games.” You said nonchalantly knowing it would piss off Bakugou. He stopped talking and grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“Your so full of shit, your trying to get a rise out of me but you wont.” He said with an eyebrow raise.

“Is that why you’re twitching?” You asked as you pulled forward some more, your lips almost touching. Before you guys could tease each other any further a voice interrupted you.

“Bakugou?” You both froze as All might’s voice echoed in your ears. You jumped away from Bakugou as he gave you a confused look.

“Yeah?” He said, still glancing at you, not sure what to make of your strange behavior.

“What are you two doing here and what are you doing so close together?” He asked with a smile, you could tell it was fake.

“Oh were on a-” he tried to get out but you cut him off.

“A snack run! Us and the rest of the class are doing a movie night.” You said shakily.

“I didn't know a snack run required such closeness.” He said with an eyebrow raise.

“It doesn't.” Aizawa said. You didn't even notice he was there and now you were screwed. Aizawa had agreed to keep you and Bakugou’s relationship a secret in exchange for coffee every Monday and Wednesday but last Wednesday you forgot. The grin on his face says he is getting even. 

“What? were not doing that! I'm not watching a movie with those extras on our date night.” Bakugou pouted at you, your mouth hung open at him. Now did you tell Bakugou All might was your father and he forbid you to date, no, no you didn't; but he is one of the smartest people you know. He is in the top 5 of your class in smarts for god sakes, he should have known you were trying to keep this on the downlow.

“YOUR WHAT!” your father said in his boisterous voice.

“Uhh, well you see um he is… What are you two doing here, huh?” You said trying to change the subject. Aizawa started to chuckle next to your father.

“Y/N I said no boys, no girls, no theys!!! Bakugou is clearly a boy!!” He said, starting to pace around. “Hold on, Aizawa, did you know about this?” He asked, turning toward the teacher who immediately stopped laughing.

“I learned about it very recently and I told them to tell you or I would. Very childish and unheroic.” He said, trying not to bust out laughing.

“Bakugou we should run..” You whispered to him as your father paced around.

“Why didn't you tell me your dad was All might and that we are a secret!!” He whispered yelled to you.

“We can talk about this later but right now babe, we gotta run before he calls Gran Torino.” You said inching away from the scene in front of you. Bakugou did the same as but your world stopped when your eyes met Aizawa’s. He shook his head but mouthed “Coffee Monday” then shut his eyes. With that you and Bakugou were off, ignoring your father who was calling for you.

“Dumbass you know they are going to the same place we are, right?” He said laughing.

“I know but i would rather be shunned in my room than in the public, gotta keep our image up.” You said giving him a thumbs up. You both laughed all the way to the dorms and were still in high spirits when your father came and found you guys lounging in the commons.

 AMAJIKI TAMAKI

Now you and Tamaki relationship is… strange to most people. You were not like Mirio or Nejire, you were more like Tamaki but just not as anxious. No one even knew how you two got together after years of pining but both being too shy to ask each other out. It did happen nonetheless and it was oddly perfect. You both loved to stay in and eat takeout, you would take turns calling the takeout spot, or sometimes even play rock, paper, scissors to decide. Festivals were also a love you guys shared, of course you went early before fireworks when it wasn't too busy. But this, this was by far your favorite. The beach in the middle of the night, you and Tamaki would sometimes sneak out when you both needed a breather in the dead of the night when there was nothing but the two of you, the waves, and the stars.

“Did you bring it?” You asked Tamaki as you walked along the shore.

“Of course I did, do you wanna do it?” He asked fidgeting a little.

“Mhhmm.” You hummed taking the stick from him. You and him found it on your first beach date, it was a stick that Tamaki sterilized, afraid it would give you some sort of disease. You thought for a second before writing in the sand.

“Laugh in the silence, dance in rain, and sing with the birds. There will come a day when all things will change and you’ll be left with only the memories of yesterday, so enjoy them. Sincerely the silent.” He said reading what you wrote in the sand. 

“I made it far from the tide so someone will actually see it this time.” You said as you drew heart and butterflies around it.

“Where'd you get it from?” He said as he sat laid down on the sand to watch the stars. You laid down placing your head on his chest.

“My dad, he and I are very different and he learned very early on that when he taught me his ‘life lessons’ in loud ways I didn't get it and that I was pretty timid so I wouldn't learn them through experience. My class was going on a 3 week end of the year vacation to the U.S and I decided I didn't wanna go, I'd never been, my dad couldn't come, I listed every reason why I couldn't and at some point I was just making up random excuses when really I did wanna go. So my dad made me climb this mountain and carried me when I complained it was too much. When we finally got to the top I was so angry that there was just a bunch of snow but then he made me look to my left and there were dozens of flowers peeking through the snow. It was amazing. Then he told me that saying and I was never the same. I went on the trip for a week instead of 3 weeks and I loved it. If I can help someone like us step out of their comfort zone just a little so they can see beautiful flowers and enjoy all that they can, I'll be happy.” You said as your eyes fluttered shut a little.

“We can do it together, step out of our comfort zones, I mean.” He mumbled to you. You hummed at him in agreement.

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR I’LL SHOOT!” A loud voice called out to you, you and Tamaki immediately stood up and put your hands up.

“Okay now dance! I'm thinking the Macarena..” The guy trailed off. Tamaki mumbled to himself and turned around putting his hands down, you were about to yell at him but he turned and smiled at you then began to speak.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Fat Gum.” Tamaki said with a sigh. You froze at this and thought about disappearing into the water but it was a cold night you would die. Maybe if you didn't turn around he wouldn't know it was you.

“Well when I got a call saying my kid snuck out the first few times I was cool about it, they never do anything wrong so y’know its good to be a little wild BUT WHEN I HEARD THEY WERE WITH A BOY I CAME TO FIND THEM!! But seeing it’s you i'm a little less worried but when I said find some new people to hang with and expand your horizons I definitely didn't mean my kid who I forbade to date, mind you!” You dad said, grabbing Tamaki by the shoulders and shaking him a little. Your boyfriend looked between the two of you and then began to mutter incoherent things.

“Dad stop you gonna give him a heart attack.” You said trying to get your boyfriend back from your overprotective dad.

“Nahh that would be too kind and too quick.” And with that your boyfriend fainted, your dad laughed and threw him over his shoulders. 

“You didn't have to do that.” You said as you both began the walk home.

“What kind of father would I be if I didn't instill fear into the hearts of those who could break your heart beyond repair.” He smiled at you

“You scare him everyday when he works with you!! I’ve heard all the stories from Tamaki, you put him into uncomfortable situations sometimes.” You huffed at him

“Sure but never more than he can handle. ‘Laugh in the silence, dance in rain, and sing with the birds. There will come a day when all things will change and you’ll be left with only the memories of yesterday, so enjoy them.’ He always learns something new or at least gets a kick out of it.” He said as he put his fist out for you to bump. You bump it and smile at him.

“You are still in trouble though.” He said with a laugh, you sighed at his words. Maybe you should have taken your chance in the freezing water.

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Masterlist

[todoscript]

10, Tamaki Amajiki, fluff or smut

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prompt: 10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.” genre: fluff.  pairing: amajiki tamaki x fem!reader word count: 2.0k+ warnings: mentions of insecurities.

author’s note: This is longer than a drabble should be but I couldn’t control myself. Also, this is my first time writing for Tamaki so I hope I did well portraying him. Big thank you to @burnedbyshoto for being my beta reader as well as recommending the title for this work!

Tamaki Amajiki has experienced an extraordinary amount of circumstances in his life so far that not many boys his age could even imagine to go through. He’s fought crooks, robots, supervillains, hell even the yakuza, and has managed to come out in one piece every time and claim victory. Of course, he has his training and studies from a prestigious hero school to thank for equipping him with the tools he needs to combat such peril. However, no amount of training or experience could truly prepare him for this new, menacing adversary.

A classroom full of school children.

Being a trio backed up by the honorable title of The Big 3, Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki were given the opportunity to represent U.A. High School as they speak to classrooms of elementary students next week. This was a chance to talk with the younger generation and encourage them to think about a possible career as a crime fighter, while also ensuring that their futures were in safe hands thanks to heroes like them.

As a shy, introverted person whose solution in these social situations is to envisage everyone in the form of vegetables, Tamaki was not keen on this idea. Kids were boisterous and contained way too much energy in their little bodies to handle, making it much harder to conjure them as potatoes in his head. Not only that, but these days they’ve grown judgemental and full of themselves. They boast about their newly developed quirks amongst each other at playgrounds, already comparing their abilities at such an early age. All in all, his fragile spirit cannot handle interacting with these miniature monsters.

Nejire and Mirio seemed much better suited for this task. They glowed with charisma, and their energetic personalities naturally drew people to them. No doubt, the kids will especially be fond of how receptive they are to their young and frisky attitudes. Tamaki felt he just paled in comparison behind their light; however, his two friends would not allow him to deem himself that way.

“C’mon Tamaki, you have so many things going for you!” assures an optimistic Mirio during lunch as Tamaki sulks in the thought of meeting the kids. “You have an amazing quirk! I bet if you show it off, the kids will love it.”

True, the ability to manifest certain animal attributes depending on whatever he digests could tide the youngsters into liking him. But at the same time, would they really be captivated that easily? Aren’t kids at that age more into flashy things like lasers and explosions? No one wants to see him with cow hooves and clam hands, not with Nejire spiraling concussive vitality from her palms and Mirio shooting right up out of solid ground.

“I… I don’t know if the kids would be into my quirk…” he murmurs, eyes averting to his twiddling thumbs beneath the table.

“Amajiki, if you’re aiming to be a Pro Hero, you can’t let a bunch of ten-year-olds deter you!” chides Nejire. She forks a bit of her strewn pasta.

“Easy for you to say, Hadou. You’re bubbly and approachable. Everyone always comes to you. Meanwhile, the freshmen were intimidated by me before I even spoke a word.” Tamaki broods at his plate of food that grows colder during the conversation, but he can’t muster an appetite to eat it. “I can’t imagine how the kids would feel.”

Nejire chews on her noodles with a pitched hum. The trill ceases the moment her eyes light up, an idea flickering in her head.

“Say, how about you visit ____ at support during hero training today? I bet she can hook you up with some flashy gear that they’ll like.”

The utter of your name sends Tamaki’s body rigid.

“Oop, I think you touched something you shouldn’t have, Nejire,” Mirio gestures to the steely expression written over their friend’s face.

Dealing with children was one thing, but you were another matter entirely.

Being enrolled at U.A. since their very first year, the senior students of the hero and support departments coincided together. They drew out each other’s potentials—whether it was fighting on the battlefield or producing new innovative gadgets in workshops. Naturally, within that time, Tamaki developed a fondness for you.

You were a spirited individual driven by your passion for creating and bringing out the very best out of everyone you worked with, which included himself. With him, you were patient, never one to discourage or berate him despite his nervous and awkward nature that he viewed as probably a displeasure to work with. You took all his strengths and weaknesses to heart, and created the right tools to make him shine in triumph.

If Tamaki is the dead night, then you are the moon and stars that lit up his dark twilight, enlightening the world with his true potential.

However, the boy has never brought up his feelings to you, driven back by the thought you didn’t reciprocate, or wanted to focus more on your future as a craftswoman rather than prattle with romance. To bring you up in his dilemma of having to interact with mere elementary school kids is the last thing he wants to do.

“I don’t—”

“C’mon Tamaki! This is the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone!” Nejire enthusiastically waves a finger ready to describe her expertly thought-out plan. “You come to ____ asking for some of her gear, the ordeal brings you closer together, and then boom, you naturally confess your feelings and then impress those kids next week!” She sits with a proud, lifted head and hands on her hips after explaining her master proposal.

“Hm that’s quite an ambitious plan, Nejire,” chuckles Mirio.

“Way too ambitious if you ask me,” Tamaki scowls, uncertainty forming in his features.

“Confessing to someone you’ve liked for so long doesn’t come that easily…”

Nejire pouts, spinning the last remnants of her pasta around her fork. “Well I say you should still think it over! If anything, the new gear could help.”

And so he does. Lunch soon passes in the next flutter of an eyelash. During an academic class, Tamaki ponders the idea a bit more until it’s eventually time for their hero training course.

Lo and behold, he’s standing right outside the development studio with wickedly narrow brows and contemplating eyes, acting like if he glared at the door hard enough, all his problems would be solved. With his feet cemented into the ground, he doesn’t budge for the next couple of minutes. His mind bounces between his predicament and the possible solutions at hand, reaching to a standstill. Ultimately, he knows nothing will come out of not making a decision, so after another second of thought, he decides to progress.

The steel door jars open at a slide of the handle and Tamaki ganders at the messy workspace before him. He navigates through a mess of gizmos and gadgets with careful hesitant steps.

“____? Are you in here? I, um, need your help with something,” he calls, tentative voice drawing out across the room.

“Tamaki? Is that you?” He hears the distance between your voices, “Sorry, I’ll be with you in just a minute…”

He nods to no one in particular, standing in place as his fingers play with the hem of his white, hooded cape. Too late to turn back now, he thinks. While he dawdles, he can’t help but let his eyes wander around the room, eyeing the vast amounts of meticulously crafted contraptions and accessories all developed in a high school workshop.

The support course sure is something else, Tamaki regards the creativity such students have, being able to construct so many complicated gadgets. He doesn’t know how you do it, but supposes that was another charm about you that he admired so much.

Suddenly, a whirring noise catches his attention, and he turns in its direction. He spots a device flaring in place on a table across from him, the widget shifting and flashing into an assortment of colors that isn’t comfortable for his liking.

“Uh… ____… C-Can you come out real quick? I think there’s something wrong with this thing,” he warns, tone rising with every dissonant sound the device continues to resonate.

“OK Tamaki, I’m done. What do you need— Whoa!”

Your words are cut off by Tamaki, pulling you to him using vines sprouted from his fingers, thanks to the vegetables he managed to eat today. Confused, you brace against his chest as the evident droning whir increases in volume. Tamaki holds a wavering hand over the device.

“Ah wait, Tamaki, you really shouldn’t touch that!” you cautioned. However, Tamaki’s entire hand transforms into a giant clam that quickly envelopes the contraption just as it flares and reaches its peak. He contains the small burst of energy within his shell with a wince, preventing any catastrophe from befalling on both of you and the work studio.

“Hehe, told you,” you shakily laugh off which makes him sigh as he releases you from his steady grasp.

“____, you could’ve gotten severely hurt,” he chides.

“But I didn’t because of you, so thank you very much, Suneater,” you say with a grin. Tamaki slightly tugs his hood down to obscure the growing blush on his cheeks that threaten to expose his flustered reaction to your gratitude.

“It... It was nothing,” he manages. You nod in response before approaching the faulty contraption, shifting your gaze side-to-side to inspect the damage.

“Sorry about that, I think this is one of Hatsume’s inventions from Class 1-F.”

You toss it into a pile of other defective equipment, relaying in your mind to reprimand your junior later.

“Anyways, is there anything I can do for you, Tamaki? You said something about needing my help?” Ah, right, he nearly forgot. He slowly nods.

“I need some new gear…” he admits. A light of passion infused with curiosity dazzles in your eyes.

“What for? Going to face a new powerhouse crime organization next week? Ooh, maybe another gangster threat in the criminal underground? Or perhaps you need something to combat a future natural disaster?” you surmise, but Tamaki only avoids your gaze at all your grand guesses when comparing it to the true reason:

“I need something to impress these kids I’ll be talking to next week…” he mutters under his breath, as if embarrassed.

“Huh?” You knit your eyebrows, muddled by the answer. Tamaki’s head imbues with self-conscious, anxious thoughts about what you must be thinking. However, your response to his predicament is one that leaves him more perplexed than you are.

“Why? You don’t need any gear to impress anyone. You’re fine the way you are,” you say without a single pause or hint of doubt in your tone. Tamaki pauses, grabbing his bearings at your statement before eyeing his spread out hands, unsure.

“But I’m so plain, not flashy or charismatic like Mirio and Hadou… Would kids like me the way I am?” he urges the question with uncertainty, keeping his stare on his calloused palms.

Would you like me the way I am?

You reach out for his hands, holding your own over them and bringing his wavering gaze to peer into yours.

“Tamaki, the kids will like you for who you are as long as you’re passionate about what you’re aiming to do. And that’s to save everyone and become a hero, right?” you assure, slightly tilting your head.

“You protected me without even a thought in your mind just now. That makes you heroic and courageous,” you continue, “Your nervous and shy personality are just small little quirks about you that make you who you are. You don’t need to change that.”

A smile of pure adoration forms on your lips. “Plus it’s what I like so much about you.”

Tamaki’s eyes lift in realization at your statement, his hands slowly gripping yours from below like he may not have heard you correctly.

“You like me?” he repeats, and you nod your head.

“I’ve liked you since our first year, silly.” You giggle at the stunned look etched on his face.

“I…” his words are caught in his throat for a second over the growing developments, but with every ounce of his being, he musters them out, his tone laced in only warmth and affection for you.

“I’ve liked you too, ___, I-I always have. You were so dazzling that I couldn’t help but let these feelings for you grow, and now, I’m glad I got to say them to you.” He finally admits to all the emotions stirred inside him for the past three years, and your smile widens. You inch forward, planting a small peck on his cheek that renders him a flustered mess from the surprise.

“Alright, go show those kids who Suneater is next week!”

Nejire’s plan was a success, after all.

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober Thirty-One

On Halloween night, at a costume party on the edge of town, you find a Lost Boy to keep you company.

Characters: Mirio Togata x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) aged-up characters, vampire Mirio, drinking, mentions of smoking, blood, vampirism, deception, a little bit of mindfuckery and manipulation.

Notes: This is it, folks! Day thirty-one of Kinktober is here and with it, a very special little Halloween fic. Today’s prompt was “Dressed Up,” which I sort of did but also sorta didn’t.

This one is a little bit longer than my usual Kinktober fare, (~3.4k) but hopefully it’ll be worth the ride. It’s also, in the spirit of Halloween, a little on the darker side, so please do heed the warnings and don’t be afraid to skip this one if spooky stuff isn’t your thing.

This hmmmm didn’t show up in the tags when I posted it this aft (even though I couldn’ve sworn it did :C) soooo reuploading! gotta love tumblr

Kinktober Masterlist

It’s a bright, cold, clear Halloween night, and the parties are in full swing.

You’re at the only decent bar in town. Just like every other joint within a hundred-mile radius, tonight they’re throwing a costume party. Originally, you showed up with a friend, but she’s long gone now- drifted off with some punk sporting a chintzy werewolf costume. Ears covered in plastic fur, limp tail dangling from the back of his coat.

Whatever. At least she managed to find something fun to do.

You’re dressed like an angel, in a delicate white slip with feathered wings spreading from your back. In lieu of a real halo you’re wearing a dainty silver circlet. You’re sipping punch- pumpkin punch, says the chalkboard signs pinned up all over the bar- but to you, it tastes like vodka and orange-dyed sugar.

At least you can confirm it’s alcoholic.

You don’t recognize the song that’s thrumming through the rented, oversized party speakers, but it’s sort of catchy. You’re tapping your foot to the beat- or maybe you’re just jonesing- when there’s a lull in the surge of the crowd and you see him.

He’s a complete stranger to you- a rare commodity, in your isolated little town. He seems to tower above the other patrons, standing a head taller than most of the men on the dance floor. It’s humid and sticky inside the crowded party, but he’s wearing a leather jacket with the collar popped. His hair is a shock of mussed gold, and you almost miss the glint of a dangly earring in his right lobe.

He’s got something red smeared across one corner of his mouth. Fake blood, maybe? You’d like to find out.

His eyes are dark and deep. You know they are, because he’s staring intently at you, right across the party. Like he’s spotted you through the skulls of the crowd that separates you. Your gaze is drawn by his steady eyes. It feels like he’s not even blinking when you share a look.

You glance away. But he’s still looking- you can feel the pull of his gaze like a magnet. You lift your syrupy punch to your lips as you drag your eyes to the opposite side of the room.

No dice. When you look across at him again, he’s still there. Still looking.

The crowd passes between you. And when you find that empty spot on the bar, heavy disappointment settles into your gut. That’s what you get for wanting a little excitement.

“Hey.”

The low, unfamiliar rumble of a voice directly behind you shocks the base of your spine. You whip around with the weight of your wings bobbing against their elastic shoulder straps.

He’s even taller than you realized up close. His eyes still have that dark edge to them, but he’s grinning now. That’s not an expression you might have imagined him capable of, given the solemn way he’d stared across the bar at you.

His teeth are immaculate. He seems entirely flawless. You’re pretty sure you could cut your fingers on the sharp corners of his jaw.

“Vampire,” you quip, homing in on the smudge beneath his lip. “Very original.”

It’s definitely supposed to be fake blood. The leather jacket and dangly earring might not be a dead giveaway to anybody else, but it’s working for you.

He slips one hand into the pocket of his jeans, shooting you a low chuckle and a quiet little smirk. He reaches for you- you flinch, wings giving a telltale twitch as your shoulders bob. He catches the edge of one synthetic feather between his fingers and gives it a little rub.

“Almost as original as you, angel,” he teases. You can’t bring yourself to roll your eyes.

There’s something about him that makes everything feel more sincere than usual. He’s got an easygoing, sunny disposition, but he’s intoxicating to look at. The closer you stand, the headier you feel.

You put your cup down on the bar behind you, having had more than your fair share of vodka-with-orange-Jello-crystals Halloween punch.

“So, angel,” the vampire sighs. Both hands are in his pockets now, forcing you to come to terms with the broadness of his chest. He’s built like a brick wall, but it’s all firm muscle underneath his tight t-shirt.

Your chest goes tight as he digs one palm out of his pocket, extending it to you.

“How ‘bout a dance?”

You can’t turn him down. You can’t say anything, since your voice has died somewhere in the cavity of your chest. All you can do is give a muted little nod and slide your fingers into his.

His palm is devastatingly smooth and brisk to the touch. It’s impossible to picture anything cool at all, stuck under the relentless lights of the bar and crowded among so many sweaty, polyester-clad partygoers.

When he pulls you onto the floor, his body trickles over yours like water.

He holds you so delicately, and yet pulls you so close. Lifts your hands between his palms-massive- and draws you in by the waist.

You’d dare to say he’s graceful, dancing to the uneven beat of The Time Warp and Thriller and a half-dozen other songs that are only catchy through the month of October. His leather jacket is supple and soft beneath your touch, and you’re happy to finger the sleeves, grip the lapels as you sway and swirl.

He doesn’t pull his eyes from you once. Again, you’re overcome by that strange sensation. Like he hasn’t blinked the whole time. You can’t quite bring yourself to be freaked out by it.

“So,” you gasp, breathless and sweating by the time the music dulls enough to warrant conversation. “It’s not every day you meet a guy who can dance like that. You gonna tell me where you picked up your tricks?”

He laughs. It’s a rich, full sound, but musical. Enchanting. You’re spellbound by everything about him.

He seems entirely too good to be true. You’re just waiting to find out how.

“Practice,” he gushes, slipping a hand under your chin. You’re smiling. You’re woozy. He’s drawing you in.

He kisses you, so soft and unassuming you’re surprised he didn’t ask your permission first. His lips are as cool as his hands are, fresh and soft like a smooth mountain lake.

You dive in.

You kiss him back as best you can, twining your arms around his neck and letting him drag you close. The longer he kisses you, the hazier you feel, but there’s a taste of something on his tongue that you can’t quite figure out, and you’re determined to find out what it is.

Your vampire tangles his fingers in your hair and wrenches your mouth to his. He kisses you harder, bruisingly so, sucking and biting at your lower lip and pulling away, garishly wiping the back of his palm across his mouth.

“Come home with me,” he croons. He could have asked anything of you. Your response would have been the same.

You turn a vacant, woozy stare to him with the sound of his voice swimming in your ears. Your eyelashes bat heavily. You smile.

“Okay.”

He takes you to find your jacket, thrown over a stool somewhere. You shrug out of your wings and tuck them tightly against your chest. When you do, he eyes you with a sideways little grin.

“Damn,” he teases. “I thought those were real.”

You duck out of the place with his arm slung around your shoulders like he knows you.

The cold outside does nothing to sober you, but full moon is so bright, the cars in the parking lot cast stark shadows across the gravel. So bright, the light of the stars is drowned by it.

He leads you to a shiny Harley, parked in the last spot next to the grass.

“Whoa.”

Your vampire turns, eyebrow cocked. You realize you said that out loud. You also realize that you’ve never actually been on a motorcycle before.

“That… that’s yours?” You ask dumbly. He smirks, and your stomach goes icy.

“Hop on.”

He produces a glossy black helmet from somewhere along the bike’s gunmetal chassis and passes it to you. You slip it down over your head. The thick padding pushes your circlet painfully against your forehead. You’re sure it won’t be a long ride, though.

He stoops, reaching for your throat. For an instant you flinch, but as his fingertips brush the underside of your chin, you realize what he’s doing. You flush with heat.

He buckles the strap securely beneath your chin, making sure it’s tightened properly. His flaxen lashes give a little flutter as he finds your eyes, and he gives the side of the helmet an affectionate little tap.

You swing one leg over the rear of the bike seat as he climbs on in front of you. The leather presses cold and firm between your bare thighs. You slide a hand self-consciously over your back, making sure your dress gets tucked underneath your pelvis.

All good.

“Hold on tight,” he prompts, kicking the bike off its stand and starting the engine with a noisy rumble. You fall forward against his solid back- stronger than you anticipated- and wrap your arms firmly around his waist.

Your heart beats low and warm against his back, so solid you’re sure he can hear it. He peels out of the parking lot and onto the empty highway, and you close your eyes, warm and dark in the safety of your massive helmet.

There’s something immensely thrilling about the way the wind whips past your legs and through your clothing. It occurs to you just how stupid you are, climbing onto the back of a motorcycle with a man whose name you don’t even know.

Holy shit. You don’t even know his name.

When he pulls into the parking lot of the Day ‘n Night Motel on the edge of the highway, you don’t think to ask.

“This doesn’t look like home,” you brush. You fumble to get the strap of your helmet undone and tug it straight off your head. Your halo comes with it, bouncing across the pavement and rolling to a stop at his feet.

“It’s home for now,” he replies as he stoops. He picks the silver circlet up in both hands and presents it to you like a crown. You take it, self-conscious but not quite unsettled. There’s something about him that doesn’t seem to let you get that far.

He takes you up to the second floor and unlocks a door somewhere along the middle, shouldering it inwards. You feel a strange sort of comfort as you step over the threshold. You glance behind you, like the rest of the world might have been swallowed up as soon as you followed him.

But it’s still there. It even stays when you nudge the door closed behind you.

The curtains are drawn tightly shut, but he leaves you to throw them open now, letting silvery moonlight spill through the dirty glass like mercury.

“Let me have you,” he rasps as he comes back to you. He’s shrugging out of his jacket- his arms are way bigger than you anticipated- and he’s pulling you tightly to him. “Let me have you, let me taste you, let me wreck you, angel.”

“Okay,” you gasp. The only word you seem to manage with him around.

He kisses you just like he did at the bar, tight and urgent and needy and bruising. He walks you toward the bed, laying you down in a stark, gentle contrast to the rough way he’s kissing you.

Your coat’s fallen open and he helps you out of it, letting the fabric spread beneath you like a cloak. He doesn’t waste time at all- kissing his way down the curve of your jaw and pushing his palms under the hem of your dress.

Your skin is chilled from the wind, but it warms quickly beneath his cold fingers. You part your legs and he snags the top of your panties, tugging them harshly down your thighs. He discards them quickly and comes back to you, burying his face into the apex of your thighs.

“Oh!”

His tongue is surprisingly cool as he swipes it along your slit, but he’s gentle and attentive with his mouth, and you tangle your fingers eagerly into his mussed hair. Your pinky brushes over the edge of his pointy little earring as it bobs against his neck, and you let your head fall back against the mattress so you can lose yourself in the pleasure he offers you.

He braces icy palms against your thighs- sending goosebumps racing up your legs- and keeps his head buried beneath your skirt as he eats you out furiously. His tongue swirls coolly around the nub of your clit, then flicks it deftly.

“Stop,” you gasp, toes curling tightly in the blankets. “Please, I-I’ll…” You trail off. You can’t hold out any longer. But he heeds your warning and draws back from your body, licking his lips garishly.

There’s a carnal glint in his navy gaze that sets your nerves alight as he crawls atop your body. At some point, he’s shed his clothes- you didn’t even see him strip- but he’s wearing only a pair of tight black undershorts, and his cock stands prominently against the front of them, hard and heavy across one thigh.

“Angel,” he rasps, bending over your torso. He nuzzles the crook of your neck, nosing at your pulse point as he nibbles your flesh. For the first time he seems to lose himself, blowing a deep huff over your chest and shivering hard as his hips rock forward into yours.

“Let me feel you. Let me fuck you.” He growls. Unbridled and feral.

You tug furiously at the hem of your dress.

“Take it off,” you insist. He wedges his palms beneath the flimsy fabric, tearing a new slit up the side of the skirt in his haste to get it off you. But you’re not paying attention. You’re consumed by him. Drowned by him. In this moment, he is all you’ve ever needed.

He strips out of his shorts and comes back to you bare, palming the base of his thick shaft. He settles between your thighs and draws a thumb up your slit. Your body sings. You gasp.

A dull chill settles over your body as he lines himself up.

He slides home in one easy stroke, composed all over again as you fall to pieces beneath him. As he starts to fuck you- smooth, steady, easy- he gives you nothing more than soft huffs of effort. He’s thick and stretches you well, but his body seems to flow in and out of yours like a river. His touch spreads cool relief through your gut.

“There you go, angel,” he rumbles into your ear. He braces a hand on your belly, rutting into you and letting the gentle slap of your flesh punctuate every thrust.

Beneath him, you’re a mess. The pleasure is more than you’re prepared to handle. With every push of his hips, you feel yourself falling deeper and harder. You don’t even know his name, but with him stroking your side so tenderly, it feels like you could love him.

Somewhere along the way, his rhythm shifts. He becomes wild and brutal and relentless, fucking you deep and hard. You relish in the way the bed creaks beneath you. You cling tightly to him, mewling and howling your overstimulated pleasure into the night. Your nails rake hard over his back as you hit your peak with sobs of tight ecstasy.

Your pussy clamps down hard around his cock and he fucks you through it, pushing you further and further until you come apart, a trembling mess in his arms.

With a feral roar he draws himself back from you suddenly, spilling sticky spurts of cum across your belly and over your chest.

Your eyelashes flutter open. He’s staring down at you, cupping your cheek with that same intense look from the bar. You blink, letting your brain swim back to life.

“Your fangs,” you gasp, noticing the sharp glints as they protrude from the underside of his lip. You chuckle. “You never took them off?”

You reach up, thumbing the edge of his jaw. They align seamlessly with the rest of his teeth. The fact that they didn’t pop out on their own is impressive, if a bit strange.

“They’re good,” you confess. “They look real.”

He purses his lips tightly shut and folds his body over yours. He finds the curve of your jaw and nuzzles it. Finds the bare thrum of your pulse point and tongues it. He grins. You feel the sharp point of them against your skin- strong, surprisingly so.

He snarls.

“They are.”

You’re blinded by pain before another thought can cross you. He sinks his fangs into the flesh of your neck and you scream, clinging and clawing at his back. But he’s strong, inhumanly so, and his grip is iron as he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. He’s patient, holding you fast.

There’s an ecstatic, heady sort of bliss bleeding about the edges of your suffering. You thrash and struggle, but eventually, you succumb to it. It’s sweet and distant and so, so, serene, and as he pulls his fangs from your neck and licks tenderly at the wound, it lingers.

“That’s it, angel,” he sooths. “That’s it. C’mere.”

He slides a hand under your back and lays you properly against the pillows. He smooths his palm over your forehead, tugging the sheets over your bare body. His face is doubled in your vision, but his lips and chin are stained garishly red. His fangs are even longer than before, but his dark gaze is peaceful.

“Sleep for me, angel,” he croons. He smooths your hair, and you’re too far gone not to listen.

When you come to, the room is empty. There’s a motel-issued glass sitting on the nightstand, filled with a thick liquid like raspberry compote.

It’s still dark out. The pain in your neck and shoulder is immense. You bolt upright, remembering all at once where you are. What you’ve seen.

It can’t have been. Your fingertips scrabble over your neck. The wounds are already starting to scar.

So it was.

You climb cautiously out of bed, grabbing your dress and hugging it tightly to his chest. The bathroom door is open and the lights are out, but you poke your head in anyway. He’s not there.

You tug the dress violently over your head. The fabric is split almost to your hip, but your jacket’ll cover it. With your shoes clutched tightly in your hand, you make for the door while you still can.

The filled glass stares from over your shoulder, halting your hand on the knob. You turn slowly toward it. Your limbs go cold.

You know what it is.

That doesn’t stop you from craving it.

You can smell it from here, sweet, rich, irresistible. You lick your dry lips and press your back hard against the door.

It’s not too late. You can leave. Right now. You can make it home, you can call somebody, you can get out.

You’re not going to.

In two strong steps, you cross the room. You grab the glass so quickly and so firmly that it cracks in your hand, but it does not shatter.

The blood of your vampire is just as sweet as you’d hoped. You take long, desperate gulps, draining the glass in an instant and swiping your palm across your stained mouth.

The door to the room sweeps open behind you. With the empty glass in your hand you whip around to face it, paralyzed and half-caught in desperate bliss.

“Angel,” he purrs. He smooths a hand over his hair and kicks the door shut with a hollow thud. He grins wickedly at you, setting ice and cool, firm desire into the deepest reaches of your heart.

“I’m so glad you decided to join me.”

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Mirio x reader lemon

You laid on your bed in your dorm, squeezing onto the sheets. Your heat had taken over you and at this point you could only masturbate to take care of it. You had dropped you medicine and now had no more. You’ve been on it for years, so now your heat was no longer suppressed it hit you different. You were lucky it started in the middle of the night. Before you did anything you locked your door, window and even checked your closet to be extra cautious. Your fingers sliding in and out of you as your other hand played with your clit. You had bunched your shirt up and held it up with your teeth, exposing your breast while you gagged yourself. “My oh my. You look really desperate sunshine.” Your eyes popped open at the voice. You looked up and saw your upper class man, Mirio, staring at you through your ceiling. “Mirio,” you whined out. Mirio had his famous smile on his face as the rest of his body came down through his floor but your ceiling. “Do you want help sunshine?” He towered over your body, standing on your bed, giving you a clear view of his body. He only wore black briefs, which barely held back his huge bludge. Your face flushed, your fingers still fingering and rubbing yourself. “I’ll take that as a yes. In that case what type of hero would I be if I left my woman in such agony when I can easily help her.” Mirio was waiting for this day, he respected your body and decision to take things slow but ever since he met you he couldn’t even get himself off anymore. You would cloud his mind and he would wonder how you felt under him, his hands no longer doing it for him. He needed you and now you needed him. Mirio knelt down and moved your hands. You were a bit against him removing your pleasure but still let him. “You know I can smell you upstairs? I actually have been able to smell your arousal all day but I’m guessing it didn’t hit you until now. Where did your medicine go baby?” He asked gently swiping a hand down your slit. “Floor~” You said through your shirt. “That’s no good.” Mirio frowned, but he was actually smiling on the inside. “Well it’s a good thing I’m here. A good thing you have me because I’ll take extra good care of you.” Mirio slowly pulled the shirt out of your mouth and leaned in to kiss you. Every time you two kissed outside the bedroom Mirio made sure to make it public. He loved to show off in front of his peers. Being a strong man and having a strong girlfriend as well, people started called you two the power couple of the school. It was nice, but this time when he kissed you it was so needy. His body weight over powering yours, his hands groping your chest and his mouth already dominating yours. Mirio’s hips pressing against your legs more causing your legs to move back, giving him room to grind against you better. You held onto his biceps and tried to control your breathing. One of his hands left your breast and slid down to his briefs. He pushed them down enough to expose his member. Mirio pulled his head away from yours, “look, do you think you can handle this?” He asked, your eyes wandered down and your pupils expanded. He was huge, not just big but also thick. Just looking at it had you leak more. You sat up and he moved back giving you space. You moved your body and pushed him, gently, onto his back. Your eyes still locked onto his penis. You arched your back and grabbed the base of his cock. Mirio pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at your raised ass. Yes, he is a ass man. He can’t help but stare at your ass anytime it’s visible to his eyes.

You couldn’t believe how much he was packing. You licked the tip and the back side of his length. It was glorious, a slight curve upward and veins protruding through his skin. Cleanly shaved, or waxed, you don’t know and don’t care. You hovered your mouth over the tip and let saliva fall from your lips. Using the same hand that gripped the base, you rubbed the spit all around. Your mouth slowly lowered onto the tip, sucking on it. You used you hand to pump up and down as you teased the tip with your tongue. Swirling around it and then sucking. “Damn babe. Who taught you that?” Mirio moaned. He put one hand on your head and gently tried to coax you into putting more in your mouth. You obliged and slid your mouth down as mouth as you could. You looked up at him looking for a reaction. “Mmm damn. Those eyes, that mouth and that lovely arch. Are you a succubus?” He joked, you just moaned around his length. Your nose was invaded by a smell that you smelt on some occasions when you were with him, but this time it was stronger. Mirio bucked his hips and you started to bob your head, using your hands to stroke the rest of him. Mirio reaches a hand over you and slapped your ass. “Mmph!” You nearly gagged. “Yeah that sounds nice.” Mirio grabbed your arm and pushed you off of him, dragging you off the bed. He set you on the floor, kneeling at his feet. “Open baby.” You opened your mouth widely and he shoved his dick in. Gripping the sides of your head to keep you from moving back. He hit the back of your throat and you gagged. “Yeah sunshine. That sound hot.” He gripped your hair tighter as he fucked your face. You pressed your hands on his thighs but he didn’t let up. After a minute or two he pressed your head into his body, his cum shooting down your throat. You felt your throat expand as he shoved himself completely in your mouth. “Oh fuck babe!” He pulled out and you coughed, gasping for air. Mirio instantly bent over, kissing all over your face. “You are amazing!” He said trailing his kissing to your neck. His body getting lower and lower until he got to you pussy. Mirio spread your lips and blew on your wet clit, the air made your hips buck. His tongue came out and licked it, his flat tongue licked from your hole to your clit like it was a icee. “Mirio~”, his tongue felt amazing. You bit a finger so you wouldn’t be so loud but you let out a sudden moan when he stuck a finger in you. His fingers were thick and big it felt like two of your own. “Ahh.” You moaned from behind your hand. His finger rubbed at your inner walls and thrusted into your heat really fast. “Please senpai, more.” You begged. Mirio moves his face and used his thumb to rub your clit while also sticking another finger in you. “Senpai huh? I like that. Say it again.” He face got closer to yours. “Senpai~” you moaned for him again. His lips attacked yours in a kiss, his fingers pumping into you and making your hips shake. Mirio loved the new nick name. “S-Senpai I- Nnngh!” you squeezed your legs together on his hand and came. Mirio still fingered you and rubbed your clit, dragging your orgasm. You pushed his hand away and tried to cover you pussy the best you can. “My God you look amazing.” He stroked your thighs trying to comfort you. His gently touch made you shiver. “Are you good? Was that enough?” He asked. You got up on your knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. Mirio helped you up onto the mattress, making sure to be very gently with you. He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair. “More, please, I want to feel you in me.” Mirio’s eyes widened at your words. He quickly ripped your shirt off and he was already out of his briefs. “This is gonna hurt, you probably know that. But hold onto me, do whatever you need to to bare with the pain.” Mirio leaned over you and buried himself in your neck. You had clung onto his back feeling him at your entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked. “I’m a big girl I can handle a little pain.” You said confidently but you soon regretted your words as he began to push in. You clawed at his back and he groaned.

His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he had to calm everything in him to be slow and gentle with you. You whined and bit his shoulder. It hurt like hell, you were being impaled. “Fuck (y/n)!” He continued pushing in but soon he couldn’t go any further. “You did so well sunshine. Your body and face look so amazing.” He began kissing the little tears you let out being very cautious of his movements as he wanted you to adjust to him. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He told you, listening to your whimpers and whines. In a minute you were basically purring under him, you moved your hip a little and lightly moaned. “Move please.” You begged in his ear. Mirio moves his dormant head and looked up at you wanted to see your face as he fucked you. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in with a slowly pace. You whined but also moaned. Mirio sat up and gripped your hips, your hands sliding from his back to hold onto his arms. He thrusted in one more time, faster than the last, your breast bounced and he gave a devilish smile. His hands gripped you tighter as he kept a steady sped and a great pace. “Mirio you feel so good. Please more!” Your back arched at his thrust. You head flew back and it give him access to your neck to which he didn’t think twice about covering in hickeys. But there was one spot that had you seeing stars. He was kissing and sucking all over your neck as he fucked you. His dick pounding into you very nicely, rubbing all the perfect spots. Mirio kisses below the back of your ear and then bit down on that area. His pace then slowed to a stop. A scent filled his nose, it was raw and sweetly scented. It made his pupil constrict. He started his pace again, not letting go of the new spot he found, his hips smacking into yours roughly. You whimpered at the pace, raking his back with your nails and screaming his name. “Mirio! Mirio! Mirio! I’m gonna cum!” He sped up after hearing those words. His moans only grunts and gurgles as he but your neck harder. He was animalistic. The bed hit the wall vigorously, you were definitely gonna get noise complaints. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm take over. Your pussy clamping his dick like a clothing clip. Your body clinging to his. Mirio slid his hand under the crease of your knees and lifted you up. He was on his knees lifting your body up and down his length, fucking you through your orgasm. His voice was deep, rough and loud. “Come again sunshine. Scream my name.” His hands connected behind your back as he fucked you faster. You were weightless in his arms. Your tongue hanging out your mouth as you chanted his name over and over, your neck hanging back like a PEZ dispenser. “Yeah you like that?” He teased in your ear. “Mhm” you responded. A hard palm smacked your ass. “What about that?” He asked again. “Yes!” You yelled. Mirio felt your body shaking and put you back on the bed. He was close and your orgasm was gonna bring him to the ecstasy he dreamed of for months. Mirio put both your legs on one shoulder and gripped your thighs pounding you through closed legs making you tighter and allowing him to go deeper. “I- I can’t!” You whined, you wanted to hold in your orgasm until he came but the new position made it impossible. You gripped the sheets tightly and closed your eyes. “I’m close too.” He panted out. He then began to go rougher and faster. It was too much, how was he making you cum so fast? You thought. He was a beast. Your back arched and he held still inside you. You felt hot liquid hit your breast and face. You both panted, you looked down and he had used his permeation quirk to avoid cumming inside of you. His tip sticking out through your uterus. Mirio then pulled out and plopped down beside you. His whole body covered in sweat, so was yours. Chest heaving as he got up. He grabbed your towel from the corner of the room and came back to wipe you off.

[sero-sphere]

Happy Birthday Tama! (Tamaki Amajiki birthday date)

Summary: 1.6k words, tamaki x (f) reader, a continuation of this. You invite Tamaki out for his birthday…duh!!

posting this now cause its ready. 🤗 happy birthday bb boy. 🎁🎈💕

“Hey Tama wait up! I have to ask you something!” You got a glimpse of the back of his head as he hurried through the halls, trying to avoid as many people as possible. He stopped and turned with a smile, when he heard you call out for him.

“Oh h-hey, Y/N…what’s up?” He was already blushing. 

“Since tomorrow is your birthday, I was hoping you would want to do something with me… Ya’ know…after school?” Tamaki’s eyes went wide. It’s not that he wasn’t used to your company, by this point he definitely was, but just the thought of you wanting to do something for him, for his birthday…It was a tad nerve wracking.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to…but I wanted to do something special for you on your special day!" 

Tamaki turned bright red. "I-I uhm…” He looked down and started to fiddle with his hands. “What d-did you h-have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking we could go out to eat, to that new kaisendon restaurant downtown! And then maybe the aquarium?” You said that last bit as more of a question. You knew how shy he could be in large crowds. “I know it’s kinda weird after eating, well you know…but I figured you could get a lot of new ideas on how to use your quirk, by watching all the animals and stuff!”

“That sounds like a-a lot of fun.” Despite the shakiness in Tamaki’s voice, his face was pressed with a soft smile.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, soaking in his innocence.  "Aww Tama, it will be! I asked Mirio if he wanted to tag along, but he said I can have you all to myself. I can’t wait, I think I’m more excited for your birthday than you are.“

-

The next day at school was a bit of a blur, your mind too pre-occupied to focus on anything but Tamaki and your plans. Before you knew it, you were both on your way to the restaurant.  After a quick stroll through the city, you had arrived and somehow had managed to score the best booth in the place. The food was amazing, you both thoroughly enjoyed it, Tamaki especially.  His cheeks flushed when you paid for his plate, but it was his birthday after all, and you insisted.

It was another short walk from the restaurant to the aquarium. This time you let Tamaki pay for himself. You already made him feel guilty enough with everything you had already done for him.  

Once inside, your eyes immediately fixated on the very large exhibit just off of the lobby. You grabbed Tamaki’s hand and skipped straight over to it enthusiastically.  You had gotten there just in time to watch the penguins get fed!

"Aww, look Tamaki! They’re so cute!”

-

 The rest of your time was pretty much spent the same way… you grabbing his hand, pulling him to the next display that you were excited about, and him trying out new things with his quirk when the situation allowed.  He had to admit he was having an amazing time with you. Going to the aquarium on a weekday was actually perfect. It wasn’t near as crowded as it usually was, and he was able to relax a bit. You both bopped back and forth, from exhibit to exhibit, reading all the tidbits of information written about the different creatures, and observing their habits.  

The two of you finally got to a long tunnel, which ran through the main display tank.  It was filled with sea turtles, sharks, sting ray's…all kinds of colorful fish, all swimming peacefully around you. As much as this was supposed to be for Tamaki, you were having a great time too. You felt a little selfish enjoying yourself that much. Tamaki looked beautiful under the glow of the water, and little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you.

The tunnel had finally opened up into a touch tank. Tamaki turned his fingers into little tiny tentacles to play with the starfish, and you were watching all the shrimp feel around the tank with their little antennae. The description said that they could use them for depth perception, as well as to smell or taste.

“Hmmm! I bet you could do that! We just had shrimp!”  You pointed down to them, then looked back over to Tamaki who had now sprouted antennae from his head. Absolutely adorable. 

“What am I supposed to do with them?”

“Well it says you can taste, or smell.”

His little antennae twitched forward towards you. You giggled as they got closer and started to feel around your face and head. 

“Uhm, coconut?” Tamaki said questioningly. His tickling appendages had made their way into your hair.

“Oh! That’s my shampoo!”

“It smells really good….” His eyes started to drift shut, he was seemingly getting lost in your scent. His antennae continued their mission, inching down feeling around the rest of your face. One landed on your lips, the second right behind it. He opened his eyes, and blushed when he realized where he had been touching. He disabled his quirk, and his tickling teasers retreated.

“They just taste…uhm… r-really sweet.”

“It’s my lip balm! It’s made out of sugar” You both giggled and continued to the next tank. He was entranced by the show the clown fish was putting on when you interrupted.

“Hey Tamaki…how do you think shrimps kiss? They don’t really have lips to do it, huh?”

He looked over to you and thought for a minute. “Maybe with their little feelies?” He shot his hands up to where his antennae were just moments before, and wiggled his fingers at you.

“So does that mean you shrimp kissed me?” You replied with a giggle.

He blushed…hard. If he wasn’t so comfortable around you, his face would definitely be glued to the wall. Really, the first kiss he shared with you had to be as a shrimp? He would never live this down.

After the two of you took some selfies under the lights of the bioluminescent jellyfish, it was time to head out. On the way out the door, you insisted Tamaki wait in the gift shop, while you went to the bathroom. It was all, of course, an excuse. You watched from a distance as he looked through all the typical gift shop goodies. He made his way over to the plushies, and stopped when he got to one in particular. Reaching out, he ran his hand through the little tuft of fur sitting on the top of its head. He smiled, but continued on nonetheless. You snuck off and bought it, sneaking it into your bag before he could see you. 

-

By the time the two of you walked back to the dorms, it was already dark. You grabbed for his hand instinctively and he jumped a bit, he didn’t pull away from your touch though.

“Oh, I’ve kind of been doing that all night, huh? Sorry.”

“N-no! I-i don’t mind, it’s been n-nice. I actually uhm….” He paused for a moment. You used his silence as a chance to glance over at him, in an attempt to read his facial expressions.

“Hmm…wouldn’t mind if…” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t mumble out the words.  He picked up your hands and intertwined his fingers. He could have sworn you could hear his heart beat booming in his chest. You leaned in closer to him, and continued on your walk very satisfied with the night the two of you shared. Along the way, the two of you took the opportunity to stare up at the beautiful night sky. There was not a cloud in sight, which made for a perfect stargazing experience. A couple of shooting stars later, and U.A was visible off in the distance.

Knowing the night was coming to an end, Tamaki decided tell you how much he appreciated everything you had planned for him. “Thank you so much, for everything today. I had a really great time.” He was proud of himself…he didn’t even stutter once!

“I’m glad you got to try new things out with your quirk! It was really awesome Tama… I can’t wait to see you in action.” You pulled him in for a tight hug, making sure he couldn’t peek at what you were about to pull out of your bag.

“I actually have one more thing for you, before today is over…” You slowly released him, and brought the cute purple octopus plushie up to his hands for him to grab. "Happy Birthday Tama.”

His jaw dropped, and he was left speechless. After hugging both you, and the plushie for a while, he was finally able muster up the courage and formulate a sentence.

“Uhm, tonight was….p-perfect…. I-it really was. Spending time with you has been a-amazing.”

“I’m glad you got everything you wished for, Tamaki.”

“Y-yeah….everything but one thing.” He tilted your chin up with his hand, making it so you were looking up straight at him.

You pouted. “What didn’t you get?”

“A kiss…a r-real one…. Not one as a shrimp…” His eyes focused on the ground until you stood up on your tip toes to reclaim his loving gaze, and capture his lips for a sweet kiss.

It’s safe to say, Tamaki got everything he wished for that night…maybe even a little more. He was truly happy that he was able to spend his birthday with you. 

 ( the whole night, not just the part that was shared under the stars. )

[fictional-scenarios]

Hello, could I request a Mirio x Fem! S/O where they are training or something and suddenly his S/O sprains their ankle like really badly, and they can’t really walk, so Mirio just kinda gives them a piggyback home? If it’s okay, please and thank you!

im trying to get back into the swing of things so this is gonna be pretty short! real sorry abt that one but i hope u like anyways hehe

as always reblogs and replies are super motivating!

The hand that helps

Well into the hours of the late afternoon, where often you’d find yourself lounging in your room after a day of classes, you instead stood in the center of an open field. The sun was high, the breeze was light. You’d have enjoyed it if you weren’t so entirely focused on something else, waiting silent and unmoving for your signal to break. 

In the peace, you heard it. The slightest rustle of grass behind you, the barely audible breath leaving a pair of lungs. Your eyes shot open, your hands tightened into ready fists. A sharp turn, a quick dodge- Mirio launched right past you, barely missing the collision of what would have been your bodies slamming into one another. Or, surely, his hitting yours, sending you hurdling to the ground like a rock. He was so much larger than you. 

Larger than life is seemed, sometimes.

From the very instant you pivoted and turned quick enough to face him, he was already onto his next move. He sank back into the grass with your eyes only catching him in the corners, afraid to look dead on due to the… bare consequence of his quirk. When he was gone, there was silence again. 

It was hard to fight him as a friend rather than a foe. Highstakes, life on the line, of course you’d have looked him dead on and set that nakedness of his to side, but it was difficult to at that moment. He was your friend.

Unfortunate, just your friend, even despite how much you longed to have him be more.

Sadly, he was a shooting star centered and aimed towards his goals. Though it hurt your heart to never even try, you knew he had no time for you romantically. But it was okay. You’d decided long ago that if you could not have him as a lover, you’d gladly take to being his friend instead. Enjoying his company was worth far more than a rejection to you, even if it meant hiding your feelings until you saw the time fit. 

Feet stilled over the grass. You swallowed, shut your eyes, and listened, and remembered what he had told you. 

In battle your opponent just might have the upper hand, he’d told you, like a teacher onto his student.  So, Wait for the perfect moment, when you can sense them there. Wait until you can sense me there. 

Wait until the perfect moment. Right. 

The softest of breaths left your parted lips when suddenly, within the second, the very instant, you felt him. 

Behind you. 

Left- Right again, you dodged and he shot past you like a bullet. He was gone before you could even turn to find his landing point, hidden beneath the ground. The next time he shot up you saw him in the corner of your eye and dodged one more time, expecting him to sink into the earth for a third attempt. But, you were wrong. His heels met the harsh earth and he jumped right back at you. 

You were unprepared. 

“Expect the unexpected!” He shouted, coming fast. You were too slow. 

Though it was without any real force, his knuckles met your shoulder. You tried to escape it, but failed to. Rather than turn away and let him fly past as he had the first two times, your ankle gave way under the weight of your body and you flailed to the dirt gracelessly. 

“Ouch!” You howled, feeling a sharp pain shoot up your leg. “What did I just do?!”

“Woah, one sec,” Concerned now, Mirio quickly clothed himself while you took to sitting on your behind, right leg outstretched while the your hands clasped the joint of your other foot. Adorned in his shirt and pants, he crouched down beside you. “What happened?”

“I think,” A dull laugh left you. “I think I twisted my ankle.”

“Twisted? Let me see-” Mirio’s large hands replaced yours, and you wished you hadn’t started feeling your face light up with blush. He was so gentle with you, putting his palm to your skin without applying any pressure to hurt you. “I don’t think you just twisted it.”

“No?” You frowned. “What happened?”

Mirio leaned back on his heels, sighing. “I think you might have sprained it.”

“Oh no,” You whined. “I don’t wanna have to see Recovery Girl again… She always scolds me.”

“Hah, you and me both.” He chuckled, and the sound always made you want to shiver in delight. “Well, let’s get you up and going!”

Wincing in pain, you began to move to bring yourself up to stand, but he quickly stopped you. 

“Wait just a minute, let me help you!”

“No, it’s okay-”

Before you knew it, Mirio had turned his back on you, grinning at you over his shoulder. With two thumbs, he pointed to his shoulders, and you instantly shook your head. 

“No way, I can walk, seriously.”

“Come on!” He cheered.

“Mirio-”

“Really, it’s okay! Climb up!”

You felt like you were going to catch on fire as you gave in, swallowing thickly and shakily reaching out. He sat like a boulder, unmoving as you grasped the broadness of his shoulders. You slung your arms around his neck, cheek pressed to the back of his neck. He stood, reached back and caught underneath your knees in the crooks of his elbows. He really did bring you up with him, smiling like a beacon the entirety of the way.

“Are you sure about this…?” You asked, flushing. Luckily he couldn’t see your face. “I can walk…”

“It’s perfectly fine! You’re really easy to carry.”

A soft laugh leaves you, eyes softening. “Everything’s easy to carry to you.”

“You’re right!”

Letting your head fall, you once more rest your cheek against him. You can feel his muscles through his shirt, and while you’d normally feel like you’re about to die with such closeness, for some reason the most overpowering emotion that reels you in is a sense of safety. You breathe out, shut your eyes, and he keeps you hoisted against him. 

The suns only just begun to set, the sky a soft blue layered above the yellows. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, eyes cracking open to admire the beauty. 

“No need to thank me.” His voice is softer, gentler. “You did good today.”

The corners of your lips upturn. “Yeah?”

“Of course. You always do good.”

“Says you.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, when he says, “Say’s me.”

“Thanks for training with me today,” you say, elated. “I think I did learn a lot.”

“You get better and better every time!” He cheers, that same energy returning to him. “After you see Recovery Girl, I’ll take you home for a good night’s rest and tomorrow we can try twice as hard!”

“T-Tomorrow?” You stammer. “You wanna train more with me?”

“Of course! So after I carry you back home, make sure you sleep good.”

You laugh. “Carry me home? I’ll be okay after Recovery Girl see’s me.”

“Hmm, true, but,” He lets out what you can only realize is a shaky breath. “I kinda like this, you know?” 

“Y-You-” Eyes wide open now, you giggle nervously. “You like this…?”

“Yep!” 

For just a moment, you wonder. 

The notion that he may never have time for you romantically is, for a quick second, pushed away to the sidelines of your mind. You tease the idea- the thought that perhaps, if things are this way, he may just have space for you in that bullet train he calls a mind. 

Maybe, just maybe, he isn’t so one tracked as you initially believed him to be. 

You tighten your grip slightly, enjoying it just as much as he seemed to. “I’m… Glad. For that. Thank you.”

“Anytime. Tomorrow we’ll get twice as much done.”

“Right, tomorrow.” You can’t help but grin, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You smile into the muscles of his back. Giddiness makes you feel like a butterfly, yourself. 

His shoes kick small pebbles of gravel under each step. 

Tomorrow. 

[shootingstarbea]

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