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•~ context: you catch your best friend ejiro kirishima masturbating to you. ~•

•Tags•: masturbating, nicknames, degradation, handjob, msub, fdom, penetration, edging.

AGED UP!

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One day, you were walking through the hallways to your dorm room to relax and unwind after hours of training. You reach for what you thought was the door handle to your room, until you look at the name next to the door. Eijiro Kirishima it read. damn i must be really fucking tired. you were about to leave and head to the elevator until you hear loud groans coming from Kirishima’s room. Was he okay? the moans got louder and louder, maybe he was hitting his punching bag. it wont be bad to check in on your best friend. as you opened the door you were immediately shocked by the sight and slammed the door closed immediately.

“fuck. what the fuck.” you thought to yourself. you had just seen your red headed best friend, Kiri had sat on his bed moaning your name, while stroking his cock at a rapid pace. he immediately stopped when he saw you. his face turned as red as his hair as he had forgot to lock the fucking door.

“I-I can explain…!” kirishima said from behind the door as he scrambled to atleast put pants on and try and explain his situation. with that kirishima opened the door and grabbed your waist pulling you into his room to try and explain.

“listen..omg this is so unmanly…look i know its not manly to be acting out on my feelings like this, but we’ve been friends for so long and i’ve had these feelings from the first year of U.A. it was just too much and i needed to get you off my mind. im sorry Y/n, its so unmanly. are you uncomfortable? im sorry…” kirishima’s voice was shaky, as he explained his situation to his shorter best friend and looked down at her with doe eyes as he fidgeted with his fingers. Y/n was surprised by all this, she never would’ve thought that her red headed best friend liked her, to the point he couldnt get her off his mind. y/n couldnt say that she hasnt had thoughts about her goofy, kind and respectful best friend as well as when they trained together, the sweat dripping off of him and his muscular toned body.

“eji, you could have told me silly…you didnt think i would feel the same, hmm pretty boy?” i said as i looked up at the red head, with one eyebrow raised i gave him a smile and pushed him backwards on top of the bed.

“Y-yeah, sorry… But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… You mean so much to me…” He said quietly, blushing even more as i sat on top of his lap, with either of my thighs on the sides of his waist.

“you mean so much to me too, eijro…let me me show you how much, hmm?” i said to kirishima as i laid him flat out and pulled down his boxers to take out his cock, i didn’t quite touch kirishima yet as i wanted to take my time with him, and see how good he could be for me. pressing my soft lips against kirishima’s neck and leading my way down, the reaction i got was almost instant. kirishima was quite a vocal man.

“ngh…fuck…” the red head whimpered at my actions as he tried to pull me up to him, so he could run his hands all over my body, i was guessing 🤷‍♀️. I kissed kirishima’s plump lips sloppily and gained my way into his mouth with ease. i collected all his saliva and mine imto my mouth, as i spat the combined saliva onto kirishima’s bubblegum pink tip that flowed its way down to his long shaft. i kissed all over kirishima’s body, giving him hickies and love bites as i stroked his pretty cock. Kiri's eyes widened as he felt your soft hand around him, your warmth surrounding his cock.

"Ngh-mmmmm…!" he moaned loudly, his eyes closed as kirishima threw his hand back to focus on the handjob, i was giving him.

“thats right, handsome….moan for me.” i whispered softly into his ear as i grazed my nails against his rib cages.

Kiri cried out your name as he felt your nails grazing his ribs, leaving kirishima with goosebumps and the feeling surrounding his cock completely, his breathing becoming heavy and fast. "F-fuck...Y-y-y/n…" He couldn't complete his sentence as he came in your hand, barely able to keep himself from arching his back off the bed, and his body jerking from time to time.

i licked him up clean, and i smiled when kirishima looked into my eyes as i licked the tip of his dick. his whimpers were the best to hear. i just needed to get the sound etched in my brain. my hands held my weight on kirishima’s chest as my pussy hovered over kirishima’s growing cock.

Kiri let out a sharp groan as he felt himself being hugged tightly by me, his heart thumping wildly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "u-gh..mm..." He couldn't help but moan as he felt your warmth surrounding him, the longer he had to wait for me to get accumulated the shorter his patience grew, he tried to thrust up into me and take the lead, but who was i to let a little subby boy take charge of me.

“eijro…stay the fuck still…” i put on my stern mommy dom voice as a smile then grew on my face from kirishima’s reaction. Kiri immediately froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to stay still. Kiri whimpered quietly as he looked at you biting his neck, feeling like he was about to pass out due to how much pleasure he was receiving. He had never been this sensitive before, especially not after cumming around four times already today, while masturbating to the thought of Y/n.

"Mmmh~ mo-mommy...please..” kirishima said with a shaky voice. now slamming her pussy down on kirishima, the slapping sound of skin was loud, but not as loud as kirishima’s moans. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began moaning loudly, unable to control himself anymore. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly as he arched his back off the bed once more.

"Aahhh…! Fuuuuck..!!!" kirishima exclaimed loudly, pretty sure the whole floor heard his slutty screams.

“moan my name kirishima, let these people know your mine now, that this cock belongs to me…..” i said as to kirishima as i continued to slam my pussy down on his dick repeatedly, over and over again. The sudden change from gentle lovemaking to rough sex caused him to gasp for air, letting out another long moan as he did so. He then started calling out my name repeatedly, begging me to keep fucking him until he could no longer stand it.

“y-y/nnnnnn…!” kirishima was whining and his voice turned raspy.

“you better not fucking cum, slut… dont you dare cum yet ejiro…” Kiri bit onto his lip hard, feeling like he might explode any moment. He did his best to hold back but he felt the release coming, his body shaking as he let out a loud scream of pleasure.

"MOMMY!!!! S-sorry..!!" he laid there panting, trying to catch his breath as he felt his softening member slip out of her pussy. he looked up at Y/n, still catching his breath. He then saw the anger in her eyes and immediately felt guilty for cumming, despite her command of him not too.

"I-I’m so sorry y/nnn…I-I couldn’t help it...!! you make me feel so fucking good. please mommy, i couldnt help it….”

“look at me..” i said with a stern voice as i grabbed kirishima’s chin and forced him to to into his dom’s eyes. Kiri looked up at me with those doe little eyes of his, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

“you’re gonna take this punishment and you’re not gonna cum. understand?” i said now softly, as i hovered my pussy over his now growing erection

"Y-yes..." He said quietly, his voice breaking slightly. His face turning red with shame and embarrassment. I slid kirishima’s dick back inside me, making sure to stop every time that kirishima was to the brink of cummimg. i didnt let him cum for 2 hours, at this point i was fucking exhausted and wanted badly to cum as well, so punishment time over. His breathing became heavier as he struggled to keep control over himself. The pain mixed with pleasure made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. As much as he wanted to stop resisting, he found himself unable to move or speak.

"Pleas...pleaseee....mommy.." kirishima’s voice was whiny and broken as he spoke to me, looking up at my as his hands were tied behind his back, because he had a big problem with touching my body and trying to make me cum. so i did what was necessary 😉.

“please what slut, hmm? use those manners of yours..”

He closed his eyes tightly, struggling against the urge to give into temptation. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he spoke through gritted teeth. "...Please don't make me do this anymore." his cock throbbed painfully as he waited for an answer. it hurt so badly. "p-pleas-"

“tell me how bad you want it, and ill think of letting you off easy..”

The words came out quick and in a frenzy, barely audible above the sound of his own heavy breaths. "...It hurts too much.. please just let me cum.." it was obvious he was close to giving in. he couldnt think straight, all he wanted was to cum, yet. he begged her again.

“how badly do you wanna fuck me ejiro, huh?” i looked down at the red headed slut that was laying underneath of me as i saw the stars glow bright in his eyes.

He nodded quickly, looking away from you as if ashamed by admitting such desires. "Yes... yes I want that so badly..." he whispered softly, biting his lip nervously. "I need to cum so bad.. please.." *he begged once more, feeling completely helpless before her now.

Y/n lifted her self from kirishima’s cock as she untied his hands and then laid down on the bed, face down, ass up, exposing her wet hole to kirishima. it felt good to relax now. while arching her back she spoke in a soft teasing voice, “go ‘head, i think you deserve it now….”

Without hesitation, he moved forward towards your exposed rear end. He placed both hands firmly onto either side of your hips, holding them steady while guiding his member towards your entrance. "Oh god...thank you mommy…fuck…” he groaned loudly, staring intently at your body as he pushed himself inside you. the sounds kirishima’s desperation was loud, and the way he pounded her into the bed showed how much he wanted her. hips bucking against you as he began to move inside you. His hips moved furiously as he pounded into you, he knew the rules, make me cum and then he could cum.

“you make me feel so good ejiro….y’know that dont you…?” i said in the moment of pleasure as i praised the red head for how good he was making me feel, physically and mentally. he knew all the right ways to fuck someone dumb, the neck kisses, the boob kneading, the hip grabbing, the dick fucking, all of it. His breathing became heavier as he continued thrusting deep within you, sweat dripping off his forehead as he tried desperately to hold back his orgasm.

"Mhm... yeah... mmhmmm~" he moaned quietly, panting heavily as he looked down at you with lustful eyes. “….god.. fuck you’re tight….” Without a second thought, he thrust his hips forward, slamming himself into you hard. His moans grew louder, his breathing labored as he quickened his pace, driven with the urge to make you cum. His hips moved furiously, pounding into you relentlessly.

"M-milk…oh god..." before kirishima said that Y/n had already let go of the huge knot shes been feeling the whole past three hours, the tightness of her climax left kirishima’s cock coming as well, in result ending up with a milked cock. As soon as he felt you climax around him, Eijiro let out a loud moan, his entire body shaking from the sheer pleasure of it all. He held himself up by grabbing onto your waist firmly, not wanting to lose his balance in this moment of ecstasy. the two of them were left breathless as the only sound that could now be heard was their breathing.

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lovelyiida · 4 months

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EVERYMOVE ➤ YANDERE! EJIRO KIRISHIMA X GN! READER 🜚

SYNOPSIS: Once Kirishima is hit by an unknown love quirk, it seems that his love and obsessions finally come to light.

➜ WARNINGS: self-inflicted pain, implied gender-neutral reader, yandere themes, jealousy, possessive nature, force-feeding, groping

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Vixen.

"A newly renowned villain is on the rise, known for her sensual and alluring attacks on the defenseless public. She was recently spotted in a fierce battle against aspiring heroes from UA High School, where reports indicate that only one student fell victim to her infamous technique, 'Cupid.'

The side effects of this mysterious attack remain unknown and are currently under research--"

"The news is so damn nosy."

As you sit in the recovery room, time seems to crawl by, each second dragging on painfully. Glancing over at your friend, comrade, and classmate, Kirishima, who lies in repose, you find yourself lost in thought. Recovery Girl, wearing a soft smile, inquires, "How hard did she hit him with her quirk, L/n?"

Leaning back in your seat, you respond with silence. Your mind races as you attempt to recollect the events that brought you to this moment. Your head felt light and this loud ringing wouldn't leave the four corners of your skull. The tight, dry feeling in your throat persists, resting your head in your hands you slowly shake your head back and forth. Clearing your throat before speaking, "Um, I can't remember… everything happened so fast."

While the two of you were partnered up for patrol, the intercoms crackled to life, alerting you to a nearby villain—rated as a level 2 threat. You and Kirishima, accompanied by a few other students, rushed to confront the dangerous foe, ready to take her down.

"This should be a piece of cake" said the young hero. His bright toothy smile shined bright as he ran off to defeat the villainess. Following along suit, you thought the same thing.

Fight, round up, defeat, and eat.

However, the encounter proved more challenging than anticipated. Despite all of you being third years, the battle felt like a struggle at a first-year level. The only distinct memory is the two of you charging the villainess head-on, the world around you slowing to a surreal pace. It seemed like you had her cornered.

Yet, she paid no attention to your attacks, focusing solely on Kirishima. In a swift motion, a blur, and the next thing you knew, both of you were sprawled on the ground.

Rushed to Recovery Girl as quickly as possible (as a trip to the hospital was out of the question due to the invasive press), you woke up first, nursing only a couple of bruises and a minor concussion.

On the other hand, Kirishima was unreadable.

"All of his stats return normal—no signs of head trauma, internal bleeding, or bruising. Clean as a whistle," Recovery Girl mumbles to herself, scanning over her papers.

"But he's knocked out cold," you testify, a frown etched across your lips as you gaze at Kirishima's motionless form. "Then maybe he's just knocked out cold. Usually, when my powers are applied to a subject, they tend to lack energy afterward. Just let him rest, L/n."

With a sigh, you settle back into your seat, and an uncomfortable silence settles over the room. "But I would suggest keeping an eye on him once he wakes up."

"He was hit with a quirk that is unknown to our system. Even the smallest differences in his behavior must be reported to us at once. Do you understand?" she says sternly.

With a tired nod, you stand and offer Recovery Girl a thankful bow as she exits the room.

As a couple of hours passed, there were no signs of him waking up. Your eyes grew tired, drooping from the trance of watching the clear solution slowly drip-drop into the IV bag.

"Vixen."

You whispered to yourself. You had never heard of this Vixen until today's attack. How could the system be unaware of her as well? They always conducted extensive research on villains before releasing names to the press. The whole ordeal was thoroughly confusing.

"Why was she only targeting Kiri?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you delved deeper into thought, or as deep as you could before sleep overtook your body.

Your consciousness pulled out fragments from the fight. You were frantic, your body exhausted, fighting with the smallest amount of strength. Racing ahead of Kirishima, you observed the villainess with vibrant bubblegum-pink hair and fiery magenta eyes. She watched Kirishima as if he were prey ready to be devoured.

"Well, aren't you a cutie?" she said, her voice dripping with lust.

With a strong, swift motion, she grabbed Kirishima by the throat. The red-head tried to fight back but grew weak within her grasp. You watched as her eyes glowed, and Kirishima grew limp. Fear overcame you as you charged towards Vixen.

"No!"

Reaching out towards the villainess, you watched as she didn't even meet your eyes before striking you. Crashing onto the ground with a harsh thud, you were knocked out on impact.

You bit your lips as you tried your hardest to put the pieces together, an attack like this was common to succumb to. But to be attacked by a quirk unknown to this system?

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Reaching out towards the villainess, you watched, bewildered, as she refused to meet your eyes before delivering a decisive strike. Crashing onto the ground with a harsh thud, you succumbed to unconsciousness on impact.

As you lay there, you bit your lips, struggling to piece together the fragments of the attack. Succumbing to such an assault wasn't uncommon, but being targeted by a quirk unknown to the system heightened the mystery.

"Y/n..."

Eyes drifting away from your deep trance, you redirected your attention to the redhead. His voice, dry and shallow, reached you. Observing his body shift under the uncomfortable comforters, you swiftly moved to his aid. Sliding a hand under his head, you gently sat him up. However, Kirishima grew weaker by the second, his weight faintly dropping onto you. You embraced him tightly.

"Hey, we're gonna get you back into shape in no time. Just rest," you assured Kirishima, breaking the contact as you softly pushed him away, laying him back down on the bed. As you began to tuck him under the sheets, you noticed Kirishima's dark amber eyes watching you intently. Turning to face him, he suddenly closed his eyes again.

Blinking, you sat back down in your seat and observed the redhead attempting to rest to the best of his abilities. Letting out a soft chuckle, you spoke.

"Always rushing to save the day... What am I gonna do with you?"

He's got your right, your left, your ups, and your downs…

"Y/n, please be more careful," Kirishima urged.

Ever since Kirishima woke back up, he has expressed to you how, in that moment, he felt obligated to take care of his comrade. He wanted to ensure that, before you were ever in harm's way, he'd be the first to go.

"When I woke up and saw you, it was so manly for you to be there for me." You couldn't help but laugh at Kirishima's words. However, this was the fifth time you had laughed at those same words. "I understand, Kiri, but it's okay; I can take care of myself." Softly jabbing his side, you walked up to the rest of the group.

"Today, we're gonna spar in teams…"

It wasn't a shock that you were paired up with Kirishima; you were obligated to look after him since the incident. Planting a fist bump with the redhead, the both of you looked ahead at the team in front of you.

Bakugo and Uraraka.

The both of them together formed a harsh duo. One would float any object towards the both of you, and the other would blast it as fast as possible in your direction. It was hard to defeat both of them when they were together. But you tried your hardest, or at least as much as Kirishima would let you.

Every time a punch was thrown at you, he'd block it. Any object thrown at you would suddenly end up hitting him. It felt as if the battle was only between the three of them.

Growing irritated at his actions, you suddenly waved your hand in the air, motioning for the spar to end. The three of them stopped. Two of their faces showed confusion, whilst one showed anger.

"Hey, stop cockblocking your bitch from my blasts!" said Bakugo.

Before you knew it, you watched as Kirishima quickened his steps. A frown was present on his lips, and his chest began to rise and fall harshly. If you looked even closer, a tinge of magenta ringed his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed the blonde by the collar, and Kirishima's frustration manifested in a series of forceful blows.

"Hey!"

You shrieked, rushing up to the duo. You and Uraraka exerted yourselves, attempting to forcefully separate both combatants. The rest of the class observed with growing concern, surprised to see these two, of all people, engaged in a physical altercation.

It took only Aizawa's intervention to finally break both of them apart. Bloodied noses and bruises adorned their faces. A scowl pressed onto Bakugo's face, and his fiery eyes remained locked onto Kirishima with intense animosity.

Taking charge, you grabbed Kirishima by the shoulder, forcefully spinning him around to assess the damages. Your brows furrowed as you examined his face, noticing a pronounced bruise on his cheek and a split lip. Shaking your head, you attempted to speak, but the redhead preemptively enveloped you in his own embrace.

"You're mine to protect; I wasn't gonna let him disrespect you like that," Kirishima huffed into the nape of your neck. Your mind raced at a million miles per second, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. The only thing you could do was absorb the warmth of his embrace.

You felt his comforting warmth envelop your body, the blood trickling from his split lip staining your outfit. Although you distantly heard Kirishima mumbling what seemed like indecipherable words into your ear, you struggled to make out the specifics.

"You're mine."

Un.

The classroom fell into a heavy silence after the events of that day.

Every interaction with either Kirishima or Bakugo felt like walking on thin ice covered in eggshells. Despite the regular schedule, an unspoken tension lingered. Sitting up front, you tried to focus on the ongoing lesson.

Tap, tap.

Glancing over, you looked at the redhead in confusion. Lowering his hand, he held out a folded piece of paper. Ensuring that no one was watching, you quietly accepted the note and placed it in your lap to read.

"Everything I did today was for you; I'd do anything to protect you."

Biting your lip, you continued reading.

"I can't let you out of my sight anymore; I have to protect you."

"You need to be mine. I need to take care of you."

"You're mine; I hope you understand."

A deep pang settled in your stomach as you looked up at Kirishima. The feeling intensified as your eyes met his. The magenta glow encircled his eyes, locking onto yours. The redhead glanced at you bashfully, cheeks dusted pink as he sank his head into his arm.

Crumpling up the note, you discreetly slid it into your bag. As time passed in class, an increasing discomfort settled in as you felt his burning gaze drill into your figure.

Kirishima started to softly call out your name or tap you to get your attention. Before you could respond, the abrupt sound of the bell drowned out any attempts at communication. The unresolved tension lingered, leaving you both in a suspended moment, caught between unspoken words and the noisy transition of students leaving the classroom.

Standing up, you grabbed your bag and headed for the lunchroom, feeling Kirishima's presence following you like a lost puppy. Despite his continued calls of your name, you frowned, clutching onto your bag for comfort.

Entering the lunchroom, you quietly got your lunch and headed to your designated table. Eyes followed both of you as you approached. Trying to sit in your seat, a heavy bookbag suddenly appeared in your spot. Looking up at the culprit, the blonde stared at you with a deep scowl.

"Please? It's just a seat." You watched as the blonde and his friends ignored your pleas. Taking a deep breath, you tried to reason with him, but a strong grip held onto your waist. "C'mon," Kirishima's voice mumbled in your ear.

You silently nodded as he pulled you by the waist, leading you two to the end of the table. Sitting down, you noticed how close he was, basically pressed against your side. You didn't know how to feel about his actions.

Kirishima grabbed hold of your waist once more, pushing you closer until you were completely pressed up against him. Looking up at him in surprise, you met those same magenta eyes and blushed cheeks.

"Here…"

Grabbing ahold of your spoon, he scooped up some food from your plate with a soft smirk. Raising it towards his lips, he gently blew on the food to cool it off before raising it over to you. You looked at him with a straight face as he watched you expectantly, waiting for you to take the food.

"Kiri, I appreciate that you're being so caring for me. And I agree that we should care and look out for each other, but…"

You watched as Kirishima's demeanor faltered at your words. "What d'ya mean?" he said, almost whimpering.

"I'm saying…seeing the way you're acting, I don't want people to get the wrong idea." You grew conscious as you looked around the room.

"What ideas?" he said.

"That we're together—"

You couldn't finish your sentence as the spoonful was forced into your mouth. Eyes blinking wide, you forcefully swallowed the food with a harsh nod. Breaking away from his grasp, you grabbed your things, rushed out of the lunchroom, and headed towards the dorms.

Duex.

"Let's go somewhere where it's just us two."

"I want to be with you all the time."

"I can't wait to have you to myself; I don't care what people think."

"We'll go somewhere so far, no one will know where you are. I'll finally make you mine."

"I wanna feel you, touch you, own you."

"You're mine."

You read every single note slipped under your door in terror. Each note felt as if it held another threat after the other. Sinking into your bed, you felt helpless. Everyone you knew was isolating you, and Aizawa wouldn't be back until the morning due to a late-night patrol.

A sense of impending doom overcame you as you tossed and turned in your bed. Feeling the minutes turning into hours, you sensed Kirishima's presence close to you. You knew he wasn't there, but you could feel him.

You could feel the way he yearned for you as his obsession grew stronger. As you closed your eyes, all you could see were his magenta glowing eyes hid desire, lust, and obsession. The fear mounted, trapping you in a nightmarish reality where Kirishima's fixation consumed your every thought.

Walking into class the next morning, the atmosphere felt heavy with tension, and you sensed Kirishima's eyes burning into you. You were on guard, anticipating some type of reaction to the unsettling stunts he pulled last night. Despite the discomfort, you willfully paid him no mind, determined to maintain your composure.

As you found your seat, you couldn't escape the palpable energy in the room. Your heart pounded out of your chest as you tried your hardest to focus on the lesson and get through the class without giving Kirishima any attention. It felt like a test of endurance, each passing moment an exercise in restraint.

The rustling of papers and the hushed whispers of your classmates became a backdrop to the internal struggle you faced. Kirishima's gaze lingered, a persistent force that seemed to pierce through any attempt to ignore it. Yet, you kept your eyes fixed on the front of the room, determined to deny him the satisfaction of a reaction.

The teacher's voice became a distant hum as you navigated the sea of emotions swirling within you. Frustration, fear, and confusion tangled in a tumultuous dance. You wondered how long this unnerving dynamic would persist, and if you could endure it without cracking under the pressure.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. You jolted from your seat and hurriedly gathered your belongings, attempting to slip away without acknowledging Kirishima's presence. However, as you made your way to the door, you felt a hand grab your wrist.

"Meet me at the stairway."

You could already tell this was Kirishima's voice. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you silently complied, walking behind him. His hands were tightly balled in fists, seemingly fidgety, radiating an unusual excitement as the both of you neared closer and closer to the empty hallway.

Turning a corner, the both of you finally reached the stairwell. Kirishima turned around, his eyes still burning bright with obsession. "Y/n L/n, I need to tell you something," he said softly. Leaning your head upwards, you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Yes?" you mumbled.

"Ever since the day we met, to the moment we became friends… I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

Pang. A deep feeling hit your chest.

This is a confession.

"And please, don't think of this as some stupid puppy crush. I mean this from the bottom of my heart. I knew that one day we were gonna be together, that one day I would make you mine, and you would make me yours. I just didn't know when."

"But then, we fought Vixen."

Your ears couldn't believe what they were hearing, your hands traveling up to your sides as you held yourself, finding comfort in the surreal nature of the moment.

"We spoke…" Kirishima said, facing his back towards you as he stepped forward. "She asked me if there is anyone on this earth that I am guaranteed to have, who would it be." Turning back around, you were met with a smile.

A sadistic, ecstatic, victorious smile.

"And I said you, of course."

"I knew fate must have brought us together because the moment I woke up, you were there for me, Y/n. Can't you see? We were made for each other!" He cheered pridefully, his words hanging in the air, a chilling realization settling in. The weight of his words lingered, casting a shadow over the newfound revelation of his unwavering obsession with you.

Your breath became staggered, and in a panic, you started backing away from the intense gaze of the redhead, making a desperate run for it. Your feet carried you instinctively toward where you knew you needed to go.

"Aizawa sensei!" you screamed out. Bursting into the classroom, he watched as tears brimmed in your eyes, cascading down onto your cheeks. You began to blabber away, rapidly recounting everything Kirishima had told you. Fear etched deeply into every word you uttered.

"I'll handle it."

Those were the only words he offered before ushering you away for the day. Distraught, you complied and obediently retreated to your dorm, where you patiently rotted away in solitude, haunted by the unsettling encounter with Kirishima. The weight of the day's events lingered, replaying in your mind like a haunting melody, leaving you in a state of unease and trepidation. The silence of the dorm room became a stifling backdrop to the turmoil within, as you grappled with the unsettling reality that Kirishima's obsession had taken a dark turn. Each passing moment seemed to stretch into an eternity, carrying the weight of Aizawa's words and the uncertainty of what the future held.

Knock Knock...

"Sensei—!" you yelped, breaking the oppressive, dark silence that heavily loomed over your room. Thrashing out of your bed, you sped over to the door. As you swung it open, fully expecting Aizawa, you were met with another person's gaze.

"Wrong answer, babe."

In an instant, you were grabbed tightly, a force over his shoulder. You shrieked as the redhead's strength became unrecognizable. Thrashing in his grasp, you tried your hardest to fight back until your face was met with a damp towelette.

You suddenly became very drowsy, unable to feel the sensations in your limbs. Your body became limp, and your eyelids grew heavy. You knew at this moment there was no turning back. The world around you blurred, the room spinning into a disorienting haze as the effects of whatever substance took hold. The shadows danced in the corners of your vision, and the sensation of falling overcame you. The room faded into darkness, and the last sound you heard was the echo of his unsettling words lingering in the air. As the last thing you pictured, were his eyes.

The eyes of lust, greed, desire...

and obsession.

Twoi.

Kinda stopped giving a fuck towards the end, my stomach started to hurt so I rushed the ending. Turns out it was just gas! The ending is up for adaptation. HERE JUST TAKE IT!

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

#lovelyiida #mha headcanons #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha insert #mha fanfiction #lovelyiida—ejiro #kirishima x you #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima x reader #ejirou x reader #yandere mha #yandere kirishima

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glitch-karma · 11 months

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kirishima, kaminari and todoroki reacting to the reader calling them pretty

Kirishima

"Hey, Kiri?"

"Huh?"

"You're prettyyyy~"

Bro

The way this mans face is redder then his hair IMMEDIATELY

It takes him a minute to form a response but when he does it's just word mush

"I-I mean Thank you! You're super pret- Manly! Uh, yes! That was manly!"

Although he may seem all manly and tough I hc him to be flused SUPERRRR easily

Hid behind his hands as he spoke

Kaminari

"Hey Denks, how'd you get to be so pretty?"

"Huh? Oh, I think it may be my skincare routine- wait pretty?"

He missed it completely at first

He blushed a bit but didn't freak out like Kirishima

"Oh haha! That's all me sparks"

Tried to play it off smoothly but ended up hitting his own face on accident

He definitely tells the story differently though lmao

Todoroki

"Hey Sho, Anyone ever told you you're pretty?"

"Hm?"

He was confused

Pretty?

"..Are you insulting me?"

"WHAT?"

Poor baby you had to explain that pretty was a term of endearment

he was admittedly surprised, but he didn't show it too much

"..Thanks"

He nodded at you

A week or two later after training he came up to you

"Y/n.. You look very Pretty in your hero costume."

You were so happy he used it correctly

#boku no hero x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #kirishima x reader #ejirou x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #glitchs✧works

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kitthepurplepotato · 2 months

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Chapter 6 - Crimson Riot?!

Summary: Eijirou is too busy fawning over Crimson Riot.

Warnings: Swear words, Eijirou makes one kinky comment

First Chapter Ko-Fi Master List

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She’s so close. Oh my god. She’s so pretty. Those plump lips, the slight blush on her cheeks… how is he supposed to resist?

He knows Y/N said this was a date but he’s still sure she’d meant that as a joke. It was just teasing. She still called Kirishima her homoerotic buddy by the end of the day, so clearly, he’s still in the hubby zone.

He should be happy for getting a kiss on his cheeks. He should be thankful…

Okay, Y/N is clearly aiming for his lips but maybe, that’s just his wishful thinking.

He’ll just… wait it out, he guesses. He slowly closes his eyes, letting faith choose the path for him and certainly, it does; Y/N’s door opens up from the inside. Kirishima respectfully almost shits his pants.

“Did you forget how to open your own door, you silly sausage?” A cheery old man with Crimson hair crackles teasingly. “… oh. Oh!”

Well, that’s what Kirishima’s also thinking. Oh. This relic is a bit too big to fit into a box; Kirishima thinks as he looks at the man in front of him who looks 100% like Crimson Riot.

Kirishima’s also sure it’s illegal to keep people in boxes. Except if they want to be kept in a box. But why would they live in a box willingly?

“What the fuck are you doing here, Uncle?!”

Oh, it’s just her uncle. The loaded one who owns the flat. It makes sense. Crimson Riot was one of the best heroes of his era so he certainly managed to get his hands on enough money to keep him and his family well fed for as long as he lives and probably even after. Makes sense indeed.

Makes… sense.

Okay, wait. So this man, possibly Crimson Riot himself, just opened Y/N’s door and she called him her uncle. That means…

“Crimson Riot is… your uncle?!” Eijirou yells and there is a palm on his mouth the second after.

“Don’t fucking yell, you himbo!” Y/N sighs, clearly aggravated by Kirishima’s stupidity and to be honest, Kirishima is quite used to get this look every day so he doesn’t even flinch. He’s a bit dumb. He knows it. He’s okay with it. “Why the fuck are you here, uncle?! You just ruined my plans!”

“Ahh, honey, I’m sorry to say this but I’m quite sure the mood is ruined anyway so we might as well have a little chat. I’m quite sure Red Riot-kun is more than happy to tell me what does he want from my one and only niece I’m willing to kill for if I need to.”

Kirishima’s blood freezes in his veins. This is too much to take in for his little bird brain. Okay, let’s focus. One thing at a time. One thing… at a time.

“Are you really…” He lowers his voice into a whisper. “Crimson Riot?”

Y/N facepalms herself. He has no idea what he had done wrong this time. Like, bro… can you really blame him for that question? He was already all over the place thanks to the fact that he was on a not-a-date with his new favorite person and now that favorite person turns out to be Crimson Riot’s niece? Eijirou is having an out of body experience. He swears he can see his soul leaving his body as he stares at the old man he’s been worshipping for decades now.

“Yes… I was Crimson Riot when I was a hero. Now, I’m just uncle Riot. Okay, son?”

Kirishima cries manly tears. This is the best day of his life.

~•🪨•~

“So now that we are settled, can you please tell me what are your plans with my little girl?”

Uncle Riot asks. Well, that’s easy.

“I…” Nevermind. It’s not.

What are Kirishima’s plans with her? Honestly, not much. He knows he’ll never have the balls to confess to her. He knows he’s not enough for such a perfect woman anyway, so… “I like spending time with her. She’s the manliest woman I’ve ever met.”

Uncle Riot rolls his eyes and looks at Y/N questionably. She sighs.

“We were on a date and if it’s not for you he would be my boyfriend by now, so fucking thank you for the cockblock.”

Okay, what the fuck. Kirishima has no idea what’s going on and why is Y/N lying about their relationship but if that’s what she wants, he will just roll with it. He doesn’t even need to lie to be able to do that.

“To be fair, I was about to kiss her goodbye in the doorway, then you opened the door and… well… not like I mind, sir! I’m actually so thrilled to meet you, can I ask a few questions?” Kirishima rambles, embarrassment already forgotten.

“I thought you want to have some alone time?” Crimson Riot smirks knowingly but Kirishima is too excited to even think about cheeky things.

“That can wait!” He spurts out and he can’t even finish the sentence before he gets a fist in the stomach.

“Oi!” Y/N yells, clearly offended. Kirishima gives her his best apologetic face, puppy eyes and all, and Y/N only sighs at that. “Only if you stay for the night.” Y/N whispers into her ears, and oh boy, his whole face must be as red as his hair. Stay… for the night?! Like a sleepover? With the prettiest angel in the whole universe?! Kirishima is so fucked.

“Uhm… okay?”

“Good boy.” Y/N kisses his temple with a smirk and Kirishima descends to another planet. He really liked being called a good boy. Is that weird? Kinky? His little fella between his legs says it’s the latter. Oh no.

~•🪨•~

You are so done with this bozo. Yes, you said you are okay with Kirishima staying over to talk to your uncle for a while but it has been hours, you need to go to bed in a few minutes and the red headed idiot - the younger one - can’t fucking shut up. Even your uncle looks uncomfortable at this point, probably having PTSD from all the times he’s been interrogated before. Yet here is the himbo, his non-existent tail wiggling from excitement as he asks questions after questions like it’s his fucking job.

By the look of it, you’ll go to bed alone. You are actually about to cry from how disappointed you are.

“I’m going to bed. I have an early shift tomorrow.”

Your voice is so lovelorn it’s actually ridiculous.

It’s just… you had this all planned out. You wanted to kiss him in the hallway then ask him to come in, cuddle on the sofa then maybe… share the bed after. You can’t believe it’s almost midnight and none of your attempts to kiss him worked. Is he even interested in you? You really thought it’s obvious that this was a date. He gave you a ring and promised he’ll be yours, yet here is, fangirling over “fucking old man Crimson Riot” instead of being with you. It just… hurts.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Red asks and your stupid heart almost leaps out of your chest from the pet name. Your uncle takes one good look at you and slowly makes his way to the door with an apologetic smile on his face.

“I… just remembered something. I need to go. Sorry, son! I’ll see you soon, I’m sure of it.” That stupid old man winks at you as he sneaks out of the door. There was no fucking need for that. No fucking need.

“There is spare bedding in the chest of drawers next to the sofa.” You mutter and make your way towards your bedroom and for your surprise, Eijirou doesn’t even bother to come after you.

You take a deep breath and grab your pajamas from the bed then make your way to the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth. When you are done you take a peek to the sofa; Eijirou looks so fucking sad you start to feel terrible for being an absolute bitch to him just because he didn’t give you all his attention for once.

“Hey, himbo.” You half-whisper into the silence and Eijirou looks up right away.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry.”

Oh my fucking god, how can he be so cute?!

You move closer the sofa and crouch down in front of him. You are done with this game. Just… done.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. I just love to be in the center of attention.” You admit sheepishly, your hand caressing his cheek, because you can’t behave yourself. Eijirou melts into the touch and pushes his cheek into your palm then turns so he can leave a kiss on your fingers, slow and so-so loving it almost makes you cry.

“Crimson Riot is the only person who can steal my attention from you.” He admits, and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“That was a really backhanded compliment, Ei.” You smile as your thumb caresses the skin under his eyes. There’s a lot of tension in the air but not the unpleasant kind; it’s like you are both waiting for something, but none of you know how to actually make the first step. “So what do I need to do to gain your attention, Red?”

“Don’t tease me…” he looks down into his lap with tears in his eyes. It breaks your heart.

“Ei… I’m not teasing you.” You stroke his cheek again. You can’t help but take a peek at his pretty lips, slowly closing the remaining distance as you speak. “I want to know. I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. I’m being selfish.”

“You can have all my attention. All of it.�� Eijirou whispers, so close to your mouth it lips actually tingle from his breath. Fuck it. Just fuck it.

“No, it’s not enough.” You finally close the remaining distance and kiss him right on the mouth. You stay there for a few seconds, savoring the taste, the texture, the softness, then move away with your heart in your throat. You did it. Oh my god, you kissed him. And it was amazing. Oh god, you are so in love with this himbo. “Good night, hubby. See you in the morning.” You smile at his dumbstruck face. Red Riot.exe has stopped working, clearly. “I put a new toothbrush out for you. The red one is yours.” You can’t help but barge back for another little peck before you run into your room with a massive blush on your face.

It’s done. It’s official. You made your intentions clear as a day and he didn’t say no. You make a new note in your calendar for today called “anniversary” then you yell into your pillow, like a proper adult.

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“So she tried to kiss you several times during your DATE.” Katsuki mutters.

“That’s not what I said!” He retorts right away but his best friend does not listen.

“Then you proposed with a ring from the vending machine and she said yes.”

“I didn’t propose!”

“Oh sorry, you told her you’ll marry her.” Katsuki looks at Kirishima with pure incredulity. “Then she invited you to her flat and told her uncle you two are a thing.”

“You are not listening, Katsuki!” Kirishima yells with a red face. “Why are we not talking about Crimson Riot?! He’s the uncle! Crimson Riot! Katsuki! Focus!”

“You focus! She fucking kissed you on the mouth TWICE, Shitty hair, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” Katsuki is absolutely out his mind by now, he’s yelling like a maniac, his eyes dark and menacing, and you swear there are fresh claw marks on his desk where his hands are right now.

“She’s not my girlfriend! I swear!” He’s about to cry. What does he not understand?! Yeah, she kissed him. On the mouth. But maybe Y/N is just really affectionate with his homosexual buddies (hubbies). There are some countries where people kiss on the mouth. Or at least he thinks.

“No, she’s fucking not, because she’s your fiancé, you absolute idiot!”

“Eijirou, I love you to death but you are an absolute himbo… a himbo with a fiancé.” Katsuki’s girlfriend looks up from her paperwork. He can’t believe these two.

“She’s blood related to Crimson Riot! That’s just… inappropriate! No! I’m done with this conversation!”

“She made you a home-made fucking bento at 5 fucking AM in the morning! The carrots are fucking heart shaped!” Katsuki continues to yell, but Kirishima is done with this conversation. “HEART SHAPED, KIRISHIMA!”

No one understands him. No one.

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It has been a week since you and Eijirou became a couple. You wear the ring every day, showing it off proudly, especially, when customers try to chat you up. You love how their face pale when you tell them that you are actually engaged.

He comes to see you every single morning, buys his usual coffee and gets a little kiss on his mouth as a bonus. Eijirou barely kisses back but he’s a shy boy, so that’s fine; he’ll eventually get used to it - You’ll make sure to kiss him loads on your date, and maybe by the end of the night he’ll actually kiss you back… and maybe, he’ll stay the night and kiss you even more. Ahh, a girl can dream. Eijirou has no idea how absolutely gorgeous he is but that’s why you like him so much; he makes you feel like a teenager again, naive and lovesick and well… he also makes you feel really hot in inappropriate places.

No one can blame you, though. Red Riot has the body of a god and he’s sweet and so innocent you just want to ruin him until the monster in him comes to the surface and devours you in whole, but it’s too much too soon so you try your best to behave yourself and keep the kisses chaste because there is no fucking way you will be able to stop once that kiss deepens.

It’s quite silly how stressed you are about being proper when it comes to this thing even though you are literally engaged to the guy.

Having sex after the first date? Hell no.

Getting engaged on it? Hell yes.

If this keeps going this way you’ll end up having your first night after the wedding.

Hell, maybe you’ll get eloped in a random chapel on your second date.

The weirdest thing is, that you wouldn’t even mind doing that.

You feel really silly to call something so fresh “love” but you are old enough to know the difference between a crush and pure, wholehearted affection. Eijirou is everything you’ve always wanted in life; he’s kind and genuine, a person who’s not ashamed of having emotions, who’s not ashamed to cry, to be angry, to be unapologetically himself, even if people laugh at him for being like that. He’s kind to a fault but that’s even more reason for you to stay by his side; you’ll make sure that no one can break his fragile heart, you’ll make sure he’s the happiest himbo in the whole wide world.

“I can hear the wedding bells!” Your boss teases with a smile, but you can’t even get mad at her.

“Me too, boss, me too.”

The silence speaks volumes.

… Next Chapter!

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TL: @porusuniverse @sixxze @unofficialmuilover @cheesenmax @readingfan @sammmm29 @pwinglez1 @happydragonfrog @magicalhandsherringclam @lovingnightharmony @theequeenofcurses @kirishima-eijirock @nerinefy @selfindulgenthoe @fierysplash213 @woofwoofwolf @touyasprettydoll @confused-smol-fan @themultifandomgirl @dark-witch-bitch @lotusstarr

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #kirishima eijirou x y/n #ejirou x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #red riot x you #red riot x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 2 months

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Mha thoughts:my icks with some of the mha fandom.:PT 1:

Bakugou

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I hate when people in this fandom make bakugou just an asshole nothing more. He's had character development like one of the many proofs is when denki called himself basically worthless to bakugou and bakugou explained how Denkis quirk is good and stuff.

Bakugou making out to be just a bully still? That's so stupid to me like bakugou gives his FRIENDS nicknames, and it looked offensive, and people just do it as if bakugou does it to be a dick. Like just because he had 'weird' nicknames for the baku squad doesn't mean he's a bully me and my friend have 'weird nicknames' I call her danger tits,my princess with a disorder, bitch,asshole and many more and she's calls me cartman,cunt,slut and many more.

Trust me when I say being rude between friends is such a love language.

Deku

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I can't stand deku and not because he's the main character because all that I see when I look at him is some 'UWU' boy. Because the fandom made him out to be that.

Like just because he's got a baby face doesn't mean he's a 'UWU' baby boy.

And how 'innocent' he is. Cause I'm pretty sure todoroki is more innocent than deku, and that's because his father isolated him from everyone but him.

I seriously don't hate deku, but when I see him, all I can see is this:

Todoroki

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People overlook his trauma a lot. And it gets tiring.

Todoroki is one of the most mature,complex characters out of a few others. Like he symbols someone who's been through shit as a kid and still forgives his parents, showing that he's mature.

Kirishima

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Another character who's trauma is overlooked. But this time it's because he's a "strong" character.

Kirishima felt weak, and it's heavily implied he had low self-esteem as a kid.

Kids seem to do this a lot when they get older. But they get more grouchy and pissy and have a cold mentality.

Kirishima shows someone who you don't need the toughest to be happy with yourself or just in general and he did that doing one of my favorite things characters do. Getting the f off the steroids to show that they are happy and aren't chasing to be more.

He isn't as ripped in the first season he's grown buff and bigger.

Denki

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I will say this so many times I HATE HOW THE FANDOM MADE HIM OUT TO BE JUST A DUMBASS.

This man has his stupid moments, yes, but he's NOT and idiot. He's seen as the comedic relief and as someone who usually favorites blond characters who are silly and are the comedic relief one thing they all have in common is feeling stupid and worthless and they are one of the most intelligent characters I've seen.

I honestly think denki keeps him having his foolishness is an act. And if they ever show his backstory like they did with kirishima and some others, then I'm so sure he'd have a whole ass zenitsu like backstory.

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grapementos · 10 months

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i don’t wanna break you

aged up kirishima x reader

cw: descriptions of blood, accidental injury, hospitals

night after night, kirishima was plagued with nightmares of the most horrigying, gut-wrenching situations that he was unfortunately familiar with.

the league, rappa, all for one--they invaded his mind and dreams, constantly chasing and drawing him into a corner. no matter how unbreakable he tried to be, no matter how rock solid his skin became, he lost each and every time. he was suffocated, backed into a wall as his worst enemies shrouded him in a darkness he knew all too well.

then, just as they attacked, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat. frantically, he'd look around the room, controlled only by the overwhelming fear and need to survive. he'd scan the room, but he always found nothing. instead, he sat back against the headboard, his ragged, uneven breathing filling the room.

sleep was impossible afterward, so he started his day the moment he woke up. once he was fully grounded, he'd reluctantly crack open an energy drink and prepare for the fatigue he knew would hit him like a brick wall in the middle of the day.

you knew nothing of kirishima's nightmares, for you'd been on a vacation with some friends for two weeks. he'd never had trouble sleeping before--not with you, anyways.

it pained you to leave him for so long, but your friends insisted that you join them on an out-of-state trip to some resort they'd booked. kirishima had also encouraged you to go, so you did. it was a wonderful two weeks of relaxation, but you were so excited to see your beautiful boy pick you up from the airport.

once you exited the terminal and picked up your bags, you said goodbye to your friends and excitedly walked to the cellphone lot. you weaved through groups of people as your suitcase bumped over cracks in the sidewalk, antsy and excited to see your boyfriend.

you looked around excitedly as you reached your agreed-upon meet-up spot, waiting anxiously for kirishima. so many people were meeting up with family, friends, lovers--that was the beautiful thing about airports, you'd found. it was sad at times, but reunions and meet-ups were so wholesome.

your first instinct when someone grabbed your waist from behind was to jerk away, but when you turned to see kirishima, you grinned and hopped up into his arms, "ei! oh my gosh, i missed you so much."

you squeezed him tight, so, so tight.

"i missed you too, babe," he chuckled, his words a little strained as you all but crushed his ribs, "but you're gonna kill me."

"too bad. i just went an entire two weeks without you. you're not gonna get more than two inches away from me." you insisted, but finally dropped down to the ground.

all it took was an actual look at kirishima's face for you to realize that something was definitely wrong. his eyes were heavy and almost half-lidded, a dark shadow casting under them. his entire expression, albeit happy to see you, was exhausted.

"baby, what's wrong? you look so tired." you frowned, bringing up a hand to rub a thumb along his eye bags.

"it's nothing," he chuckled half-heartedly, "just don't sleep the same without you. you sayin' i don't look handsome or what?"

"you always look handsome. but," you snatched the keys from him, "not handsome enough to drive tired. we're laying down as soon as we get home."

he grabbed for the keys, "babe, you just got off a ten hour red-eye. you can't drive."

"i slept the entire ride, now get your handsome self into the passenger seat." you demanded, already walking to the car.

he knew it was futile to argue with you, so he did as you asked and settled into the passenger seat. the entire ride home, you had one hand on the wheel and the other tightly squeezing his hand. despite his deflection, you were pretty worried about him. he'd always slept like a rock, always energized from a full 8-hours worth of sleep.

it was no big deal, you hoped.

the moment the two of you were inside, you locked the door, left your suitcase in the living room, and dragged kirishima to the bedroom.

you didn't miss the energy drink cans in the kitchen trash, your worry only growing.

"now, we're not getting up until you're refreshed." you insisted, back to him as you changed into something more comfortable.

"m'not even that tired."

"you were dozing off in the car. quit trying to lie to me, ejirou." once changed, you nestled under the duvet next to him, scooting all the way up to him.

he draped an arm over you, scooting you impossibly closer. your face was level with his, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation of relief. relief that you were together again, relief that you didn't have to sleep separately.

"i missed you so much." he whispered, tracing shaped into your back, "i'm glad you had fun, but it made me think of how we're literally always together."

"i missed you too." you traced lines up and down his bicep, "i know. i'm not used to being away from you so long. we're never separated for more than hours at a time."

he hummed, "is that even healthy?"

"don't care."

"me neither."

the conversation halted there as you scooted down to rest your head against his chest, soothed by his familiar scent and his heartbeat and the cushiony muscle that you loved.

within minutes, the two of you were asleep, breathing steady as you finally felt able to sleep safely. no more hotel rooms, starchy hotel sheets, too-soft hotel pillows. just your kirishima, your bed, your sheets, and your pillows.

you drifted off, a series of dreams flurrying in your mind. they made sense as they occurred, but surely they wouldn't should you try to explain them consciously. you dreamed of the water and a flicker of a face you'd seen at the beach, of talking to members of a live band you'd seen, only their faces were warped into those of your friends, of the meals you'd eaten, only somehow you weren't strong enough to pick up the utensils--because no one's strong or fast in dreams.

suddenly, the dreams turned ugly. the band members--your friends--the people at the beach, the restaurant-goers, they turned against you. they cornered you and chased you until you had nowhere left to run. once they drew near, your abdomen was pierced, a red-hot stinging sensation flooding through your entire body.

your ears rang, but you weren't afraid--it was a dream, after all.

yet, the pain you felt was real, the drip of blood, everything felt so real.

the sensation of actual, realistic blood flow startled you awake.

your first thought was that you'd wet the bed, embarrassingly enough.

just as you moved to check, thousands of nerve endings were set ablaze with pain, making you hiss, "fuck!"

lightheadedness swamped your head, filling your throat with a thick layer of nausea, "ei--fuck--ei!"

your face, arms, torso, legs--everything was on fire. you choked out a pained cry, trying desperately to discover the source of your agony.

you picked up your head, suddenly mortified.

it was kirishima. he was hardened, almost to the point of his unbreakable form. in his sleep.

you had no idea what shape your body was in, but you could only assume the worst considering the pain, and the longer you touched him, the deeper your wounds grew.

"ejirou!" you cried, unable to shake him awake without another wave of excruciating pain rolling through you, "wake up! please, please wake up!"

his eyes snapped open at your cries, afraid, defensive, battle-ready.

he was shaking, breathing raggedy, further worsening your injuries.

the moment his eyes fell on your pained ones, his quirk fell, an indescribable mix of horror and realization dawning on him.

the moment he was away from you, you rolled onto your back, limbs like lead. you couldn't even lift your head to evaluate the damage; your head was far too fuzzy. your vision was darkening in the corners as you choked on tears and oxygen as you tried desperately to gulp in breaths, "911.. call.. 911.." you whispered as your vision completely faded back to black.

kirishima was covered in blood in the back of the ambulance. your blood.

it was a blur. he'd been purged with another dream, one so much worse than the rest, and he'd hurt you. he hurt you.

his eyes were unseeing as he sat in the triage room, the nurse asking questions about the circumstances of the accident. he answered like a zombie, only remembering the part where he recommended therapy or sleeping in separate beds.

that stung. he couldn't even be near you without hurting you.

he sat in your room once he was allowed in. they'd given you a blood transfusion because you'd lost almost two entire liters by the time you'd reached the hospital. luckily, you hadn't hemorrhaged, but they needed you to stay over night to keep an eye on embolisms and other concerns he couldn't stomach the possibility of.

as he slouched in the chair beside your bed, he knew what he had to do. as he saw the bandages all over your body, on your eye, your eye that they weren't sure would ever be 100% again, he knew.

waking up was painful. the confusion and pain hit you like a tidal wave, forcing a groan from the depths of your stomach, "my god."

you leaned your head back into the pillows propping you up, face scrunched in pain. you tried to muffle quiet grunts of pain, but your body was buzzing with an uncomfortable lick of fiery pain.

"oh, mx. y/n, you're awake."

you peeked an eye open to see a doctor with a clipboard and an extremely dull kirishima who couldn't even seem to look at you.

"what's happening?" you mumbled, suddenly acutely aware that your left eye was covered with a bandage of some sort.

"well," she started, glancing at kirishima, "you're in a hospital. you arrived here by ambulance after you sustained a multitude of abrasions, gashes, and wounds scattered across your body. you lost almost two liters, so we did have to perform a blood transfusion."

your heart rate picked up as you connected the dots, "my.."

"i'm afraid your eye has sustained significant damage. as of now, i am unsure if you will ever be able to fully see out of it again."

warm tears flooded down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the idea of being blind from one eye.

"i'm very sorry. i'll give the two of you some time and then we can further discuss a recovery plan." the doctor dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.

you finally dared yourself to look at kirishima, who was biting hard at his lip, presumably to keep himself from crying.

"are you okay?" you finally stammered out, vision blurred with tears at the news you just received.

"how can you even ask me that?" he asked incredulously, "didn't you hear what the doctor said? i could've k--" he choked out a sob, clamping a hand over his mouth. after drawing in a tight breath, he began again, "i could've killed you, and you're asking me if i'm okay."

"you didn't mean to, ei, you were sleeping." you reasoned, "and you didn't kill me, i'm okay."

"you're half blind, y/n!" he touched a hand to his forehead, walking up and down anxiously, "what if it happens again? what if my quirk goes off again because of some stupid bad dream and i accidentally kill you?"

"you've been having nightmares?"

he just stared at you, eyes wide and red and puffy and breaking your heart.

"we can't be together."

a beat of silence, only ended by the beep of the heart monitor.

"what?"

"i hurt you, y/n. i made you bleed, i ruined your eye. i'm," he stammered out, "i'm dangerous. i can't be with you, i can't hurt you."

"you're hurting me right now, ei, what the hell are you talking about?" you demanded, forcing yourself into a sitting position, "it was an accident, i know you'd never hurt me."

he shook his head, looking down at his hands, "i hurt you. i'm so sorry, y/n. we can't--we can't be together because i hurt you."

your tears weren't from your physical pain anymore, they were from the idea of having a life without kirishima in it.

"ei, please, please--" you reached a hand towards him, begging, "please, just listen to me."

he stopped his pacing, stopped his babbling, and looked at you.

"the idea of not being able to love you, to kiss you, to be with you, that hurts me more than anything. more than a million cuts, more than losing both my eyes, all my limbs, more than anything." you focused a steely, watery gaze on him, "so don't hurt me. we can move past this together. i'll be with you for everything, no matter what."

he processed your words, a crying mess, but shook his head, "i can't, i can't--"

"eijirou." you demanded, "you love me, right?"

he nodded slowly, bottom lip quivering, "more than anything."

"then stay. if you love me, stay."

"okay."

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iddybiddysquish · 1 year

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I Regret Bonus - Kirishima x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, crampie, thigh riding, unsafe sex - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Couldn't leave my boy Kirishima out ;n;

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars.

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is.

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks.

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking.

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance.

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

“-I heard there’s a new dessert in the cafeteria today.” Bakugou rolled his eyes at Denki as he walked with pep in his step besides himself and Kirishima. He didn’t say anything as Kirishima raised his brows and begged back what it was as though he didn’t know himself.

Bakugou played along.

However Denki eyed Bakugou with a triumphant grin as he confirmed, “A spicy chocolate mousse!”

“Sounds right up your street, huh, Bakugou?”

“Hn.” he noted, not sparing a glance towards either party as he entered the classroom, making his way towards his desk. Denki deflated at the response, following Bakugou besides Kirishima.

“Aw man, did Kirishima already tell you?!” Said red-head shook his head.

“Nah man. That’s just Bakugou for you.” he chuckled, earning another eye roll from the spiky haired fellow.

“Doesn’t it excite you?!” Denki whined, earning a snort.

“Do I look excited?” he begged sarcastically.

“C’mon Bakubro!” Kirishima chimed in, slinging his arm around him, “You love spice!” Bakugou gave a ‘tch’ before shoving him off.

“Whatever, Shitty Hair. And don't call me that!"

Denki, deflated, made his way over to Shinsou whilst Kirishima continued to make small talk with Bakugou.

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug.

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe.

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements, none of which really kept Kirishima's attention. He didn't often pay attention in class, so this wasn't new. But this time he had a focus on his mind as his brain kept thinking back to (F/N).

The pair had grown close since they're both part of Bakugou's little group. She was down to spar at any time and offered when Bakugou was busy and the rest was history. She always managed to get the upper hand in situations and it amazed him, her strategic mind.

So to hear she was in trouble didn't sit well with him. He wanted to help - had to. He just wasn't sure how, so he spent most of the remainder of the day trying to think up ways to get her better and sooner rather than later.

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to.

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive.

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances.

What was more interesting was the minty freshness that was Todoroki’s scent I could detect from the elevator.

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we had been getting closer as of late. It was almost predictable.

Above all else, however, was a familiar scent that belonged to no one other than Kirishima. His smell was the second strongest next to Bakugou and I was thoroughly enjoying sniffing around his room like a feral beast, desperate to taste him.

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following their scents and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Bakugou's room.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards Kirishima's room, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else.

‘This would be so amoral of me…’

Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent.

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding and skulked around his room with intrigue.

It was busy. Lots of posters and personables. Books were strewn about the place and there were papers everywhere along with clothing all over the floor.

It was a mess, really. But it was his den and right then it smelled like home.

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment.

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing on the floor with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Kirishima's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

Knock! Knock!

My head snapped up as I took in the scent by the door. It was Shoji.

"Uh… just wanted to let you know we're all thinking of you, (L/N). We'll be here when you're ready for us."

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the girls muttered to one another quietly before going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing.

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering curses to themselves.

That’s when I realised it was Kirishima of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

“Food, food, food!" he knocked, “I’m leaving it out here for you!”

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Kirishima as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Aoyama bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, grateful that he wasn't hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school.

It was sweet of him.

“Deku lost it at that.” he revealed, keeping me on the edge of my seat, “I've never seen him so angry.

"Also what's going on with him and Uraraka?" I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Aoyama is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Kirishima would work. He was my prime Alpha.

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Kirishima to arrive.

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked.

"Knock Knock!" Kirishima beamed through the door, "Food, (L/N)!"

I didn't move from my position as I attempted to process that he was at my door. When I did I ended up tumbling over my blankets and smacked into the door.

"Ouch…" I muttered, rubbing my head as Kirishima jumped, surprised at the sudden noise.

"... Uh you okay in there?" I groaned.

"Mostly…" I muttered as I took in his delicious scent from the doorway.

"You trip?"

"Maybe…" he sighed and chuckled.

"Need me to look at it?" I purred at the thought.

Without another word I cracked the door open and peaked out. Kirishima hadn't seen me looking quite so ragged and feverish before and was slightly taken aback. Especially as I opened up the door for him to reveal my attire which did little to hide my figure and my aching cunt - the slick was practically pooling and he immediately flushed in surprise.

However his attention was at the mark on my head and knee that had already started to bruise and bleed. He sighed and shook his head before entering, pulling me to the bed before going for the med kit he knew I kept in the bathroom.

Sitting beside me he gently took my leg and placed it on his lap so he could get a better look. I watched with awe as he delicately dabbed a piece of cotton with antiseptic before placing a bandaid over the wound. He then grinned up at me.

"All better." He beamed, placing my leg back on the bed carefully before leaning over and grasping my cheek, "Let's look at your forehead now…" he hummed, sticking his tongue out as he got more cotton doused in antiseptic.

The whole time I watched him. The way his eyes glowed in the light of my fairy lights. The way he would grit his teeth when I flinched from the sting of the antiseptic. I hadn't realised just how beautiful this creature was.

When he pulled back to get another bandaid I stopped him. He looked at me, confused as I sat up on my knees so I could look down at him. He gave me a quizzical look as I leaned down before taking his lips.

Kirishima didn't pull back. In fact he immediately reciprocated in a long, sweet kiss. It felt passionate. It took my breath away.

"I need you." I breathed.

Kirishima looked surprised at this before it turned to contemplation. He looked away, cheeks reddened.

"I don't want to take advantage of you." He admitted. I tilted my head.

"You can't be taking advantage of me if I've liked you all this time." He blinked, looking up at me with surprise.

"Really?" I smiled, eyes hooded with love as I caressed his cheeks.

"Of course, Love."

He took a moment to process what I said before he leaned up and kissed me again. However he was the one to try and deepen the kiss, which I reciprocated readily. It soon got heated as he tugged on my hair, earning a moan into the kiss as I yanked on his t-shirt. Our tongues battled for dominance and he was winning. But I didn't care.

I pulled away only to force his shirt over his head, causing him to laugh as he helped remove it.

"Impatient." He teased, earning a kiss on the nose. With flushed cheeks he pulled me onto his lap and began to make out with me again, earning breathy moans when I ground down on his groin. I smirked into the kiss, earning a nip on my bottom lip. When I gasped he sucked on it before smirking back at me with teeth showing.

'Two could play at that game.'

I rocked my hips, earning a hiss and making me grin down at him. However I didn't have long to react as he pulled me to sit firmly on his meaty thigh before grabbing my ass and pulling me into rocking against his thigh. This earned him a moan as the fabric of his trousers caught my clit.

Kirishima smirked up at me again as I lost myself in the sensation, him rubbing small circles into my hips and ass as he continued to guide me along his thigh. Only when I began to rock more rapidly did he start to nibble and suck at my jaw and down my throat.

When he tugged at my shirt I removed it, discarding it in a random direction across the room. To my surprise he leaned back and looked up at me with a loving gaze, filled with awe.

"You look beautiful, Sweetheart."

I felt my cunt clench and so did he. He smirked but said nothing before sitting back up to go at my jaw before moving down my neck again. When my hips began to stutter he encouraged me to continue, taking one of my nipples in his mouth to give a long suck.

"Ejirou…" I panted. He nodded, tongue twirling around the sensitive bud before popping off.

"C'mon Beautiful." He encouraged, slapping my ass before kneading the same area, "You can cum for me, can't you?"

I nodded feverently. I was seeing stars as I got off on his thick thigh. I was getting close and he spent most of his time just watching me, gently kneading my ass or breast and giving my neck little nips. He wanted to see me when I came and it wasn't long before I was fulfilling that wish.

"Ejirou…!" I whined, "I'm close!"

"You can do it, (F/N)." He whispered into my ear, "Cum, Beautiful."

"I-I'm gonna…!" I screamed his name, eyes rolling back as pleasure washed over me. My hips rolled a few more times through my high before stuttering to a stop as I came down from my high.

"Beautiful." He smiled, moving a piece of my hair from my face as he looked up at me. It was then as I became more lucid that I realised I'd ruined his pants with my slick. But he didn't seem to mind as his hands glided around my body.

"Need knot." I whined, thighs clenching at the discomfort. Kirishima wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't take much thinking to realise I was likely talking about wanting to have sex with him.

"C'mere." He ordered and I obeyed as he put me into position, ass up in the air as I kicked off my underwear. Slick dropped down my thighs and he tutted, "Such a mess down here."

Kirishima licked up my thighs and across my aching pussy, taking a taste. However before I could get any stimulation he pulled away. I whined, looking back at him only to silence myself as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one fell swoop.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. Although I wasn't sure what to expect, exactly, I realised quickly it was good he'd worked me up so much because he was big.

Kirishima climbed over to me, hand on his erection as he pumped it a few times. It drooled precum giving it a slick appearance. He wasted little time in lining himself up at my entrance. However he was hesitant to push further.

"Tell me if it hurts." He warned. I nodded, wiggling my butt at him and causing him to spank me again.

He was slow as he pushed in. It was a stretch but I could take it with the amount of slick I produced being a big help. I groaned as his head made entry, eager to rock back and take him fully but his ironclad grip on my hips prevented me.

"We have plenty of time, Sweetheart." He chuckled at my eagerness. I whined. However to my surprise when he was mostly in he slammed the rest in, causing me to yelp in surprise.

"Better?" I purred at that and nodded, not trusting my voice as I felt him beginning to pull out again, less slowly.

Kirishima began a slow pace, being careful to stretch me out. But after he was well situated, his pace and brutality picked up. He had his hand in my hair, pulling me up so he could listen to my pathetic howling as he fucked me hard and rough from behind.

"This better, yeah?" He begged as I bounced on his cock and nodded.

"Y-yes! Please! Don't stop, E-Ejirou!" I begged as he slammed into me over and over again.

"That's what I thought. You like it rough, huh, Beautiful? Yeah you do."

I was seeing stars again as his brutal pace increased even more. I could feel his quirk working in his hands as he gripped onto me tightly but I didn't mind. It was actually a turn on to experience his quirk in this setting.

However one of his hands left my hips so that he could thumb at my clit, the other pushing me into the bed by the hair.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He moaned, pounding away, the loud slaps sounding throughout the room loudly, ricocheting off the walls.

I was getting close again and Kirishima could tell by the way my cunt fluttered around him. It milked him for all its worth and left him a moaning mess on top of me. He began to nip at my neck as he continued to pound into me, doing his best to get me there.

"You can do it, Beautiful." He encouraged again, "I need you to cum for me, okay?"

With a few more thrusts I came hard on his cock and screamed into the bedding. As I did my cunt clenched around him tightly and he hissed out a moan.

"So tight."

Kirishima continued to thrust into me deeply, so deep I was sure he'd bruised my cervix. But I didn't mind, feeling him deep inside was delectable. So when he came, painting my insides white, I mewled.

"Fuck…!"

Kirishima's hips stalled after riding through his high before collapsing to my side. Turning over I cuddled into his chest as his arms immediately went around my body, pulling me close.

"Better?" He begged, kissing my temple. I hummed, snuggling in close, nuzzling his neck.

"Better."

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Hey there remember when you said you were down to write (almost) anything

Wellll how bout some size kink Prohero!Kiri or Prohero!Shinso they're just big loving men with giant muscles they would easily manhandle you into any position and maybe a little pinch of praise kink in there because they would love you so much and want to make sure you feel loved during and after and the cuddles don't get me started I love them

Double stuffed- Kirishima/Shinsou/Reader

Gotchu, sorry this took so long, I didn’t know how to check requests LOL! Hope you enjoy.

Kirishima x Shinsou x Reader for anonymous

Double penetration, oral (male and female recieveing), could look non con but I promise its not, threesome, proof read (yall proud of me?), dacryfillia, creampies, slight exbititism or whatever its called, aftercare, praise kink, manhandling

You didn’t really understand how you ended up sandwiched between two pro heros. One your boyfriend and one a customer, yet they both unzipping their pants and threw their belts on the floor. No matteer how many times you replayed the story, it still felt unbelievable.

You were a waitress at the hero gala, a proud one at that. Although you weren’t a big fangirl or anything, your job let you meet countless heros and interesting people and anyone sane would find that super cool.

This job is where you met your now boyfriend, Shinso, after an awkward encounter on you first day that you still cringed about.

You remember bringing a plate to a table occupying pro heros Dynamight, Red Riot, Cellophane, and Chargebolt. You kinda asked them what theyd like to eat. You’d made sure not to sound to enthusiastic or interested since it was highly adviced against during training.

Chargebolt winked, “I’ll have a some fugu with a side of you, babe.” You calmly wrote down fugu as his friends glared at him, except for Dynamight, he hit him. “Fugu, good choice. We’re out of that side though.” You had tried to keep professional but it came a bit hostile. His friend, Cellophane, snickered at him. Chargebolt dramatically fainted, “So cruel!”

You took the other two’s orders, stopping at the redhead. He was looking at you- no, staring. “If you’re stuck on what the get, the Kujira here is great.” He snapped out of his trance, startled. “I’ll have that then!” His reply was a bit too loud. It would’ve startled you if you weren’t so used to other pro heros. “Alright, your food will be with you soon. Thank you.”

After that you spent the whole day assisting them and one other table of heros you didnt know the names of. The redhead still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You felt them as you walked away, or steered by, or walked up. If he wasn’t so hot, you’d get scared.

After a solid couple of hours, it was your break. You would usually head into the breakroom but your boyfriend had passed you a note to meet him in the abandoned hallway to speak.

He came in suprisingly quickly after you. He came over a kissed your temple, scanning you with his tired eyes. You sighed, “You need to start sleeping more.” “Hypocrite.” He quickly responded. He began to inspect you once more, “I swear, this uniform is too tight. Its like second skin.” He says. “So is half of modern hero costumes.” He lazily smiles at that.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. It wasn’t quick for long though as he immediately came back for seconds. Before long, his tongue was exploring your mouth and his leg was between your thighs. “What’s gotten into you?” You said between kisses. He dove into your neck. “You have. Theres a room over there, bed and all, lets go.” You bit your lip to hold back the sounds threatening to excape. “I have work.” He groaned into your neck, “Whatever, one word from me and they’ll be allowing you-“

Before he could even finish the sentence a gasp accompanied with a flinch rips through you as you turn your head to give him more room to lick. “What?” He turns your way and also freezes.

Standing there, hard though his pants is Red Riot. His eyes widened when he was caught, immediately removing the hand that had been palming himself.

Shinso’s tired face doesn’t falter much, he only frowns. “Kirishima. What the hell?” They know eachother. Red Riot, aka Kirishima, runs over to you guys. He flails his arms as he prefusely apologizes. “Im sorry! I was coming out here to ask Ms. l/n out and just couldn’t move. I didnt know you were like… a thing!”

And somehow, this simple interaction turned into your clothes being torn off and you panting on the bed. “We’ll make it quick since you have to get back to work l/n! Swear!” “Speak for yourself.”

It was dark, you could barely see anything but you could hear the sound of them shuffling on the big bed behind and in front of you. You sqealed when two big arms suddenly pulled your legs apart. Then another pair of even bigger hands gently grabbed your face and pulled it towards him.

“Your mouth is so pretty baby.” Kirishima gaps before sliding his cock against your lips. Shinso bent down between your legs while hoisting your hips up. “Wait till you see hee other lips.” You would’ve shamed him for the crued joke but the feeling of his tongue licking up the slick dripping from your cunt silenced you into a moan.

Kirishima gently inserted his cock inside his mouth. You gagged, he was huge. “I know baby.” You barely grabbed your compulsure between his cock lightly thrusting into your mouth and Shinso sucking hard on your clit. You were already so overstimulated and they had just begun.

Shinso’s tongue was mesmerizing. You found your eyes rolling back into you skull at the slopping noises he made. He was fisting himself hard and slow while he ate you out. You could tell he was atleast trying to make it fast by helping himself out until leaving that to the main course. Every once in a while you would gasp at the spikes of pleasure and squeeze down your throat. Kirishima would whimper and always pick up the pace.

Tears streamed down your face like a focet near your orgasm. The more you tried to moan, the more you squeezed on Kirishima. “Mmmmmm,” He moaned, “Im gonna-“

Your eyes widened as his cock twitched in your mouth. Just as you braced yourself the tongue left and a harsh thrust was replaced. It made an aggressive arch and muffled scream force out of you throat.

Shinso immediately started to fuck into you at an insane pace. He bit his lips to hold back his moans. Kirishima couldnt hold himself back anymore and came hard down your throat. He spasmed, blubbering praises, while his warm cum shot down your throat.

Your orgasm tore threw you like paper. And it was intense. You shook so hard your muscles hurt. Your eyes rolled even farther into your head as more tears rolled down your cheeks. The stars you saw clouded your vision until you were on the edge of passing out.

You squeezed so hard onto Shinsou that he didn’t last more than 5 seconds after you. “Fuck…” He moaned before dumping his load into you as well. It filled you up so much it seeped out through his cock. He held you still in place as he orgasmed. “Just like that.” He moaned before taking out his cock and stuffing it back into his pants, Kirishima following suit.

Kirishima wiped your tears as Shinsou began to clean your thighs with a washcloth he found in the drawer. They dressed you back up, helped you on your feet, pampered you until you stopped crying from the overstimulation, and helped you out the door. You were only 5 minutes late.

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