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oniku-niku · 2 years

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What a sight it was. Five teenagers crammed into a little booth at the back of the cafe. Kaminari called the corner spot, followed by Kirishima, and Mina. Sitting across from them is Bakugou and his new girlfriend, Fumi.

The slight tension between everyone was so palpable that the waitress hurriedly placed down all their drinks and scurried back to the kitchen. Kaminari was sipping from his drink in order to avoid speaking to anyone.

“Fumi, this is Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari. Everyone, this is Fumi.” Bakugou introduced everyone, his face may seem uninterested but on the inside he was kind of nervous. Anyone would be if they were trying to get their close friends to like their new partner.

“It’s nice to finally meet everyone! Bakugou talks about you guys all the time-”

“No I don’t. They don’t need to know that.” Bakugou grumbled. Fumi let out a little chuckle.

“Awww, you talk about us? So you do have a sweet spot for us.” Mina cooed, leaning into her words to giggle at Bakugou’s red cheeks. Kaminari didn’t miss the flicker of something in Fumi’s eyes at Mina. This entire time he has been eyeing the couple. Sure, he was rooting for Bakugou to get together with you but he was going to be open to meeting Fumi in person. And then Bakugou was being mean to him so he decided against it.

“He does, and he talks about (Y/n) a lot too. Are they going to be joining us?” Fumi asked, looking around the cafe for any sign of someone else joining them.

“No. They’re not.” Katsuki immediately replied when he saw everyone’s eyebrows raise. Fumi noticed how everyone sat up in their seats when she said that and it made her even more curious as to who this “(Y/n)” was.

“And it’s not me talking, it’s me complaining about them. They haven’t been replying to any of my texts. I need to know when to pick up my gear and they’re not giving me anything!” Bakugou grumbled, and as if on cue, his phone pinged with a new message. The light up screen caught everyone’s attention and he could not have grabbed his phone faster to check who it was.

“It’s just my mom.” he rolled his eyes before placing the phone back down.

Denki’s eyes flashed back to Fumi’s just to scan her reaction. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she watched him sigh in disappointment. He could hear her let out a low huff through her nose before pulling her lips into a smile when she looked back at the three of them across from her.

“So...Tell us about yourself. How did you and Bakugou meet?” Kirishima asked, wanting to make the best of the situation.

“Well, I’m a year younger than you guys. And it’s a funny story about how I met Bakugou. I actually noticed him during the sports festival two years ago when he won. His powerful quirk really amazed me and I just knew I had to meet him.” she looked over to Bakugou with a grin. He rolled his eyes, trying to hide the blush on his face at being complimented.

“I like to think it was fate that we met at the festival last week.” she shuffled closer to Bakugou.

“Oh, how sweet. Can we ask what your quirk is?” Mina smiled, watching them interlace their hands on the table.

“Mine isn’t as powerful as his but I like to think it’s pretty cool. I can shoot and control spikes from my knuckles. There is a range limit to it though so I’m better at close range battles.” she explained, showing one of the spikes from her knuckles.

“It’s not the worst quirk in the world. If you keep training, you’ll get better at it.” Bakugou looked over at her as he gave his support. The waitress returned to the table with all their lunches for the day and they all couldn’t wait to dig in.

During their meals, everyone went back and forth telling Fumi about themselves. She listened with a smile on her face, nodding along. But they could see there was no interest behind her eyes.

Bakugou’s phone pinged again and the first person to look over was Bakugou. Followed by Fumi.

“Who was that? Was it (Y/n)?”

“It’s just my mom again.” Bakugou clicked his tongue and put the phone down once again.

“You know what, let me see if I can reach (Y/n). I know they’re really busy lately. What do you need, like, just to know when to pick up your gear?” Denki piped up for the first time in a while as he pulled out his phone. Bakugou’s head turned to him with a small glare which Denki received and returned.

“Yeah. And tell them to reply to my texts.” he grumbled as Denki started typing on the screen.

“If (Y/n)’s busy then I doubt they’ll have the time to reply-” Kirishima’s sentence got cut off with a ding from Kaminari’s phone.

“(Y/n) says you can come grab your gear by the end of today or sometime in the next two weeks because of the break.” Denki smirked as he read the message out loud, taking note of Bakugou’s clenched fist at the fact that you replied so quickly to Denki and not him.

“Oh! If Katsu can pick it up today then I can do it. I’ve been dying to see this (Y/n). Clearly you’re all really close to them?” Fumi suggested with a smile over to Bakugou.

“There is nothing to know about them. (Y/n)’s just someone I’m assigned to for gear maintenance. They’re weak and quirkless, and had an annoying little crush on me ever since we were little. But we’re becoming friends now or whatever.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and turned back to Kaminari, “Tell them we’re coming at the end of the day.” he said.

“They have a crush on you?” Fumi asked with her eyebrow raised. Bakugou waved it off.

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I could never be interested in them.” he said.

And the conversation about you derailed after that, Denki deciding to remain quiet for the rest of lunch while everyone else tried to keep a conversation, but Fumi only had her attention directed at Bakugou. She was leaning on him and scooting closer every since he slightly leaned away. Even though she was getting in his personal space, Bakugou decided not to comment about it.

When it was time to leave, the waitress came back with the checks for everyone, but Fumi quickly grabbed all of them before they could look at their amount due.

“Oh no no! Please, Katsu will take care of it since we were the ones who invited you guys out.” she said before placing all the receipts in front of him. The three sitting in front of them looked at each other before back at Bakugou who only smiled before pulling out his wallet.

When they all left the cafe, Bakugou said that he and Fumi were going to spend the rest of the day out and asked if they wanted to join, but Mina looked at her watch and shook her head.

“I actually gotta hurry back to campus. My ride’s here to pick me up and drive me back home. But! It was really nice meeting you, Fumi. Have a wonderful holiday to you both! I’ll see you guys in a few weeks!” She went in to hug Kaminari and Kirishima before turning to Bakugou. He held out his arms and she went in for a hug as well. It was short lived because Fumi quickly went to grab his hand to intertwine hers with, making the two let go.

Mina didn’t miss the slight glares that were directed at her but decided to drop it for Bakugou’s sake. She said goodbye for the last time before rushing off.

Kaminari and Kirishima made their excuses to go back to campus as well, wanting to avoid the awkward silences that would have followed.

So, Bakugou and Fumi went about the rest of their day. Bakugou was a little more upbeat than usual at the thought of finally talking to you after a week of no responses. Fumi was also excited to be meeting the person who had been taking Bakugou’s attention away from her all week.

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xgummibearx · 2 years

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Sir Nighteye x reader

Hit by a quirk! Only two left after this.

Ya’ll know the drill, heroes have been turned into children! Tamaki Amajiki has been turned into a child and placed in the care of Sir Nighteye, Mirio, and class 1A. Since you as the reader are an expert in adolescent quirk development, you are checking in on them and getting thrown into the chaos.

(I do apologize, I will not be writing a Tamaki X reader. I am 22 so I am only really interested in making content for the pro heroes I admit.)

TW: reader has some trauma in regards to her quirk, hurt/comfort. I have been dying to write this fic ohmygosh, Nighteye as a freaking babysitter would be so damn funny tho?!

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Midnight stood in front of the whole class, carrying a bundle of blankets. The students of 1A stared up at her with curiosity. Denki’s mouth dropped when he saw a chubby hand reach out of the folds. “Good morning, I’m afraid Aizawa isn’t able to come in today.” Midoriya raised his hand, confused.

“Allmight wasn’t in today either...what’s going on?” Midnight smiled gently, nodding to the door. Sir NightEye and Mirio filed in.

“We’re going to be having a very interesting, but very educational experience for you today!” She pulled away the blankets to reveal a tiny boy. It was easy to tell that it was Tamaki Amajiki with the tufts of thick purple hair and pointy ears but...he was much younger. He was now a three year old boy, still half asleep and clinging onto Midnight. He opened his eyes, the sight of all the students made him hide his face. He was terrified. “Last night there was a villain attack, and while on patrol several heroes were attacked including Suneater here.” She grinned, “I have other classes to attend so Nighteye! You have been brought here to monitor 1A and take care of little Amajiki until the quirk effects wear off!” He suddenly froze, confused as Midnight thrust a now whimpering Tamaki into his arms “With your predictive quirk and rather...stoic personality, I thought you would be the best to handle the situation.” He held Amajiki out at arms length, as if he would explode; his chubby little legs dangled under him as he stared up at Nighteye.

“I beg your pardon!?” Nighteye cried, he had been told the plan so he hadn’t thought to look into it himself. It was quite amusing for Deku, seeing him so surprised. He was staring at Midnight in disbelief. “Hey!” She waved from the doorframe before quickly disappearing. Nighteye sighed, looking down at Suneater’s little face that suddenly screwed up, his cheeks going red. “No, no no no!” He winced as Amajiki burst into tears, kicking his legs in a complete fit. “I thought she brought me here to explain the situaiton...” He grimaced. Mirio laughed.

“I’ll take him from here Sir, just need a little mother’s intuition!” He grinned, holding him in his arms and gently patting his back as little Suneater continued to sob. One by one the students came to take a closer look. Hagakure squealed quietly, hopping on her feet.

“Oh my gosh he’s so cute! Look at his little pointy ears!” She whispered, trying to keep her voice down.

Mina snickered a little, whispering to Tsu. “Okay but, why is does Mirio look like he was born to be a dad? This is so sweet.” She had a point there, his glowing face, how cozy they both looked. Kirishima had immediately ran over, looking at his patrol partner with concern.

“What happend to Fatgum!?” He asked, looking up at Mirio. He shrugged. “Apparently he was hit too, he’s staying with another staff member I believe...apparently she’s had to ask the school make two grocery deliveries already.” Midoriya was staring at the child with curiosity in his eyes and his hands shakily holding a notebook.

“Lemillion! Does he have his quirk yet? Wait wait! Did all the heroes lose their quirks or do they still have them? Were they at full strength or-” Nighteye sighed exasperated.

“Deku! This is not the time for such questions...and yes before you ask, Allmight was hit too, and no before you ask that, he’s fine... he was brought back here along with the other heroes before the media could make it to the scene.” Deku and Nighteye were both thinking the same thing, if anyone saw Allmight...what if they saw him before he got One for All? Nighteye turned his attention to Tamaki. “We need to focus on Amajiki, his parents are unable to take care of him today so we I guess are taking care of him here. Bakugo suddenly roared, slamming his hands on the table.

“IF WE’RE TAKING CARE OF THAT THING CAN SOMEONE AT LEAST MAKE HIM SHUT UP!?” He grunted, rubbing his head. “I can’t even hear myself think dammit!” Kirishima who was now holding Suneater turned over to Bakugo with a frustrated pout of sorts.

“Dude, that’s not the way to talk to a kid!” Denki snickered, leaning on Bakugo with a grin.

“Yeah Kachan! I bet that a big brute like you could really learn a thing or two from this!” Iida sighed.

“Katsuki, this is the assignment appointed to us so we have no choice but to obey direct orders! In that case, everyone suit up! This is more than just babysitting, this is a mission so act like it!” Deku couldn,t help but laugh. He wouldn’t expect anything less of their president. Todoroki was looking at Tamaki who was leaning over Kirishima’s shoulder and still sniveling.

“Well he is one of our classmates..” He gently lifted his hand making a perfectly round ice ball and giving it to amajiki who softly gasped, lifting it to his mouth. ‘It’s the least we can do…”

“He seems to enjoy that.” Shoji mused, looking over Todoroki and Kirishima at the little guy with fascination.

“Pretty…” He whispered; happily gnawing on the ice. Mirio looked over, his face lighting up.

“Oh my gosh, how could I forget!” He grinned, coming over to take a look. “His mom told me once that when he was a toddler his teeth were really sensitive, they were abnormally big for a child his size to adapt to his quirk so they would cause him a lot of discomfort.” Mirio laughed, “apparently she could keep him quiet for hours doing this.” Midorya gasped his eyes practically bulging out of his head.

“That’s amazing, his body was adapting along with his quirk at such a young age…oh wow!” He turned to Todoroki. “This is perfect! You can keep the ice coming, that should help him stay calm.” Then he turned to Mirio and Kirishima. “You two know him the best out of us, Mirio make sure you let us know if you remember anything else that may help.” Bakugo came storming forward.

“The hell is this Deku, we’re heroes not babysitters!” Iida karate chopped him on the top of the head.

“Midnight has assigned us to this task so we must go beyond expectation! So if, she has asked us to babysit then we will babysit!” He scoffed.

“I just don’t see why she wants the whole class to do this!” He crossed his arms. “It isn’t like the kid’s in any danger, we have better things to do!” Mirio looked over at his mentor, a glint in his eyes that made him feel uneasy.

“Very well Katsuki if you want to make this more exciting then allow me.” He took up Amajiki then turned towards the door. “You heard your president! Suit up.”

Koda leaned over to Tokoyami and Sato, whispering nervously. “Where do you think Sir Nighteye is taking us? Does UA have some kind of children’s facilities on campus?” Sato shrugged.

“I have no idea, but I have a couple younger brothers so I think I can handle this.” Momo looked over her shoulder, listening in.

“They actually do have a small children’s classroom of sorts, the campus does have an afterschool daycare program for children that have already manifested their quirks! The adolescent quirk development specialist for UA runs it.” She explained. Sato raised his brows.

“Wow, I wonder why she wasn’t given Amajiki then” Hagakure piped up, her gloves waving excitedly.

“It’s a good opportunity to learn, I like to volunteer with the daycare from time to time with Tsu.” Froppy nodded in agreement.

“The early quirk development specialist is really nice, she and Present Mic apparently were the ones that started the program at UA, it focuses on kids that have trouble handling their quirks.” Deku nodded, listening carefully. It made sense, Present Mic had a long record of quirk slips that even stretched well into his teens.

They found themselves lead to one of the simulators on campus, the familiar ruined streets of Allmight’s feigned “villain attack” as well as their simulated jewelry store robbery. Nighteye stood before the students with Mirio, still holding Amajiki. “As heroes you will be expected to handle more than just rescues and patrols. Some of you may end up working along with the police like Fatgum, or even…as bodyguards.” He lifted up Tamaki, who was still sleepily gnawing on the now mostly melted ice ball. His little shirt was soaked but he looked content. “Little Tamaki here will be your assignment!” He then had Mirio hold up three clothes pins before he started gently pinning them on Tamaki’s clothes. “You need to protect Tamaki, if he loses all three clothes pins then he is dead, or if he is taken from you, he is dead-“ Mirio stepped in, his face serious.

“And if any of you manage to actually injure him during this exercise, then you’re dead.” The class was all thinking the same thing.

“Is he for real?” Nighteye then gestured to his right, a woman that most of them didn’t recognize was sitting in a chair. “ Miss.(X)!!” Hagakure and Tsu and the other girls shouted, breaking ranks to run over and say hello.

(x) laughed, already walking over to join them all, chatting with the girls with a soft smile that Nighteye caught himself staring at for a little too long. He cleared his throat, “girls back in line please..” me insisted, little Amajiki in the meantime had finished his iceball and was already getting kind of fussy. (x) sighed, taking him from Nighteye.

“You have him under your arm like a binder, here.” She set him down. “He needs to stretch his legs.” She was so graceful in how she picked him up, her touch looked so soft. He cleared his throat again, still trying not to look at her as (x) watched him waddle over towards the students. to their surprise he wandered directly over to Mineta. He squeaked as he reached up towards him.

“What’s he doing!? What does he want with me!?” He screeched, making Tamaki start to whimper a little. Sero smirked.

“I think he wants one of your little bump things.” Mineta glared at him.

“They’re not bumps it’s my quirk, they’re balls!” Sero shrugged.

“Bumps balls just give him one man.” Mineta cringed as Amajiki pulled at his boots, trying to reach.

“Oh for fuck’s sake you got air for brains!? Here!” Bakugo came storming over, ripping one off his head with a spray that made Mineta screech. “Just give him one before he starts crying again!” He tore it off his glove and handed the ball to Amajiki, seeing how it stuck to his hand seemed to pique his curiosity. He giggled, waving his hand up and down. Nighteye rubbed his face.

“If you don’t mind, I was going to have (x) say a few words before we get started.” (X) smiled once more, stepping forward.

“You are the future of mankind, heroes that shall serve and protect.” She lifted a finger, “however the young children coming along behind you are also the future and you need to remember that it is their future that you are protecting now in the present! So, with that being said Midnight and Nighteye have asked me to monitor this exercise, and if you do well you will be receiving extra credits that will go towards your marks for your intro to social ergonomics that you will be taking with me next year.” She grinned from ear to ear. “Good luck!” Deku watched her go back to her seat, he leaned over to Uraraka.

“So, she studies quirks? I wonder what her quirk is…” Uraraka looked over at her then back to Izuku.

“None of us know actually, she apparently was in an accident and quit hero work…at least, that’s what I heard from Tsu and Hagakure.” Nighteye went forward with dividing the teams. The first team up was Bakugo, Shoji, and Jirou as bodyguards against Izuku, Denki, and Iida as assassins. Shoji was immediately given Amajiki. He looked nervous, staring at the little thing. Deku narrowed his eyes, they had spread themselves among the rooftops.

“How on earth do you act like an assassin?” He wondered, staring down at Bakugo and the others. Shoji was using his quirk to protect Tamaki very similarly to what he had done at the festival as the other two walked alongside, eyes sharp. Iida grinned.

“Leave that part to me!” He leaped down from the building, cackling madly. “You shall give us that child or face the consequences!” Iida fell to more fits of manic laughter as he sped forward, scattering the three. Nighteye sighed, watching along with the rest of the class from the cameras.

“That is not how an assassin acts but I suppose it works.” (x) stood beside him, laughing uncontrollably. Uraraka was in stitches alongside her.

“Let them have a little fun with it at least.” She shrugged, smiling. “They are still children after all Nighteye.” He stared at the screen, lost in thought. His eyes scanned over the students one by one, they were talking together. Sato was discussing a new pastry place he wanted to visit, Hagakure was asking Mina about the most recent hero idol album; they were kids. (x) was watching him carefully, leaning close to him. “They are the future, they have the safety of the world on their shoulders…but they’re not soldiers, they’re children…and that includes Mirio.” Nighteye could hardly keep his eyes off her. She had always been so amazing, he could have sworn she could read minds.

The final final team was getting ready to go through, but Tamaki was getting very tired and cranky. Denki chuckled, gently letting him down for a short break. “I wonder how long until he goes back to normal, do you know Sir Nighteye?” Nighteye closed his eyes for a moment.

“He should be back to normal tomorrow morning if we-“ He suddenly froze, he could see…rubble, falling from a buildng, and Tamaki… “WHERE IS TAMAKI?!” He looked around, hearing a crumbling. Nighteye could see part of a building shuddering and directly below was Tamaki with (x) followed close behind. “(X)! Look out!” He screamed, running at full speed.

(x) giggled, crouching to help Amajiki as he stumble forward when she heard someone shouting her name. The sound of cracking overhead made her gasp. It was almost slow motion, a yellow barrier forming at her fingertips to make the rubble roll away. Her heart was racing, more parts of building howering donw on them and bringing her to her knees. Her eyes were staring atraight ahead. It was like she was somewhere else entirely. Nighteye roared as he leaped forward, grabbing her and Tamaki, pulling them close to him before rolling out of the way as the debris fell and the dust settled. She was shaking, her eyes still wide. Nighteye gave her a knowing look, picking up Tamaki and leading her out of the training grounds. “It’s getting late, we’re going to continue to monitor Amajiki in the dorms…” Momo raised her hand.

“But we haven’t gone through yet, is that okay?” Nighteye seemed agitated, his hold on (x)’s shoulder tightening a little.

“It’s not an issue, we are done here Creati…” He muttered. The students were sat in the dorm lounge with (x) and Nighteye on the couch when Tamaki started to wail inconsolably. Todoroki quickly whipped up a snowball for him but he threw it defiantly as he screeched.

Mirio suddenly slapped his forehead. “He hasn’t eaten yet today! Aw man, Fatgum would kill me if he heard that…come on! Let’s figure out what we can feed him guys.” The students, all of them still intrigued by little Amajiki filed into the kitchen, along with Bakugo threatening to slap Todoroki if he so much as touched a kitchen knife.

(x) was sitting with her head laying back, her eyes closed. In her head she could see it, cracked pavement and the sounds of someone begging. Begging for death, the scent of their blood, the feeling of their body going limp. “It’s been what…two years?” She heard a voice snap her out of it. Nighteye was still beside her, concerned. “You saw them again didn’t you?...(x), we can’t save everyone you know that…”

(x) leaned forward, her head in her hands. “Yes but you never forget…every time I use my quirk, it’s all I can see…that was the first time I’ve used my quirk like that since…” Nighteye shifted closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I know…and it was the right thing to do, I’m proud of you.” He stood, offering his hand. “Now as responsible teachers, we shouldn’t leave those kids unsupervised in the kitchen.” She took a deep breath, nodding. He took her hand for a moment, looking into her eyes. “If you find yourself going back there, just take my hand…I’ll pull you out.” He promised, “we need to be there for Amajiki right now but uhm well…later, if you need it I’ll be right here.” She gave him a shaky smile.

“Thank you…” Without another word they joined the students, she smiled and laughed along with them, but Nighteye would feel his face get ever so slightly warm whenever she took a hold of his hand to give him a small squeeze. The evening went by so fast from there, students filing back to their rooms. The majority fell asleep in piles around Tamaki. (x) stood, heading to one of the spare guest rooms down the hall. She and Nighteye had been given orders to stay in the dorms with the students until Tamaki recovered . Nighteye was in the room beside hers, he looked hesitant as she opened the door.

“Are you sure that you’ll be alright?” She nodded softly.

“Yes, I just need some sleep…thank you.” He watched her turn away and disappear behind the door.

He lay on his back, his fists clenched. He was very apprehensive about using his quirk on her, he never could bring himself to look into her future and he never could pin point why. Nighteye suddenly froze, sitting up and leaning his ear to the wall. He could hear something, they were quiet but there was no mistake. He threw off the blankets and immediately went into the hallway. He could hear her crying. Nighteye stood at the door, slowly raising a hand to knock. Inside his quiet knock made her jump, he could hear a small startled gasp. He winced, not wanting her to feel any more scared than she already was. (x) wrapped a small throw blanket around her shoulders, walking sleepily to the door. “I wonder if Tamaki needed something…” She mumbled, but when she opened the door to see Nighteye without his suit in nothing but sweatpants and a shirt she was very surprised. “Nighteye?...what are you doing out here, is everything okay?” He stood very stiffly, looking her directly in the eye.

“Frankly something isn’t okay…you were crying, and don’t try to lie to me…” There was no convicnging him, they stood in the kitchen holding warm mugs of tea as she leaned on the counter.

“I know that we can’t save everyone…but I can’t afford to lose anyone else like that again, not on my watch…I couldn’t take it.” Nighteye listened, choosing his words carefully.

“No one is expecting you to, you are doing amazing things for these kids…you are no less of a hero, and you are not a coward for choosing to step down.” She scoffed. He raised a brow, “I don’t need to look into the future to know that’s how you feel.” (x) took a deep breath. “(x), you need to do what’s best for your needs…but living in the past, and fearing the future are not what you need.” He let his words sink in as she polished off the tea.

“I’ve been doing better…it was just a bit of a shock today.” She couldn’t even remember the last time she had used her quirk, she had tried to once after the accident. Yes, this time had definitely been better. “I…need to push myself, and get comfortable with my quirk again…”She looked at her hands. “I need to stop pretending like it isn’t a part of me.” Nighteye gently took her empty cup, he was so close she could smell the comforting scent of his shirt. He seemed fond of fancy aftershaves.

“And…I want to be there with you every step of the way…” He couldn’t look away from her eyes, there was a deep worry hidden in his own. She smiled, tilting her head as she looked at him,

“You knew this would happen?” She asked jokingly, and to her surprise he laughed.

“No…you are an enigma to me, I have never looked into your future…but maybe if I had things could have gone differently that day..” She shook her head.

“No, don’t do that…that’s no going to help either of us.” He nodded, shaking a little. Why was he so nervous? “Why haven’t you looked into my future before? I’m curious…” She added, still looking at him with that smile that made him feel so weak.

“I…” He took a deep breath, leaning closer. “I feared a future, without me in it…”This time he took her hand. Squeezing it tightly. “A future where I couldn’t talk to you like this…” (X) placed her hand to his cheek, turning his face up to look into her own once more. “(X)…” He murmured.

“I wouldn’t want that future either…” She whispered, her heart racing in her chest. Nighteye rested his hands to her hips. He gently lifted her onto the counter, standing between her legs as his forehead pressed against hers. Their noses brushed softly, he was pulling her closer.

“Then let time stand still for us…just for a moment.” He leaned forward, tilting her chin up as he kissed her. His lips were soft, savouring her taste as his hands roamed up her back. Her heart stopped racing, every inch of her warm as he held her close. She was safe, she was here. His lips trailed down her face as he tucked his head in her neck. “Forgive me if I have overstepped…” He sounded nervous, which was entirely unexpected but nevertheless adorable. (x) returned the embrace, kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear.

“I only wish you had done it sooner.” He smirked into her shirt, not wanting to let go when there was a sudden thud out in the living room followed by a quiet, “ow.” The lights all were turned on as (x) and Nighteye burst into the living room to find that Tamaki was back to normal and had fallen off the couch directly onto Mirio. Midorriya sleepily sat up, unable to open his eyes in the bright lights as Uraraka sat up from the other couch surrounded by Mina, Tsu, and a very disshevelled Momo who in her half asleep state said something about missing her bed before retiring to her room. Mirio laughed ruffling Tamaki’s hair.

“Welcome back Suneater!” He was turning to as his mentor a question when he gave him a look of…impressed surprise. Nighteye suddenly realised he was still holding (x)’s hand. Never had Mirio seen his face redder, with embarrassment or rage he did not know. “Lemillion…100 pushups then straight to sleep.” Mirio looked confused, opening his mouth to protest only to have Nighteye repeat himself with his face even redder before he turned out the lights once more and lead (x) back to the guest rooms in complete silence.

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elkarctic · 1 year

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Christmas with Class 1-A

Before you read: I've done some research after posting this and figured out that if this was real, it would most likely be very, VERY inaccurate to a traditional Japanese Christmas.. whoops. I'll most likely rewrite this with my newly found knowledge in mind. But, if you prefer the more western type christmas; this version is for you! Sorry for not doing my homework on this topic earlier. Now onto the writing!!

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The bakusquad, AKA Kirishima, Mina, Sero and Denki are probably somewhere trying to get Bakugou to match Christmas outfits with them. They're particularly persistent this year.

Uraraka is floating Christmas decorations onto the tree with the help of Izuku's artistic help and advice on what should go where.

Tsuyu is accompanying Uraraka and Deku and giving her opinion on the tree. She's quite helpful.

Sweet Todoroki is watching the tree get decorated, along with admiring the rest of the decorations. Occasionally, he'll give some input on the tree, too.

Ojiro and Shoji are helping Uraraka with the more challenging parts to reach of the tree.

Momo is sorting out gift lists and event ideas with Iida. There is plenty to be planned!

Jirou is sorting out the music, of course. She's got all the best picks to set the mood.

Aoyama is going crazy on tinsel and lights, because Christmas simply isn't Christmas without some sparkle.

Meanwhile, Kouda and Satou are preparing some sweet treats for the class in the kitchen. I'm sure Satou makes a killer gingerbread!

Hagakure and Tokoyami are talking about their Christmas plans together, waiting on something more important to do.

Oh, where's Mineta? I don't know. Nobody likes Mineta, so I assumed you didn't want to know about him. Maybe we'll know where he is next year. Sorry not sorry.

Woo! First Post. Interesting start honestly. This probably isn't great, but I think it's very cute and that's good enough for me! Also, I tried my best to fit everyone in, so if I forgot anyone let me know 🙃

No, I don't care that its still November. I am very excited for Christmas. By the way, what's the lack of my hero academia Christmas content on here about? Unless I haven't seen it.. that'll be embarrassing.

Anyways, expect some reader x MHA Christmas headcanons in the future.

This is my first time posting stuff like this so 😀 let's hope I'm not too cringe.

Btw, I spent like 10 minutes on the divider thing because I couldn't find any I liked premade quickly enough so I had to improvise. It'll do until I get a grip on this tumblr thing.

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maaarshieee · 2 years

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Okie this is going to be weird request…

What about reader in class 1a BUT she’s gojo’s daughter. Looks like him and has his power? Pretty plz❤️

➢ Cʟᴀss 1-A x F!Gᴏᴊᴏ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Class 1-A's reaction hcs to the girl who's the strongest and prettiest 'soon to be hero'~

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➢ Cʟᴀss 1-A

Being with Satoru Gojo for all your life had a huge influence on you, fortunately for your quirk being as strong as his' and training you before you could apply to U.A, but unfortunately for your personality.

You’ve had a very sheltered life, no one could know that Satoru Gojo, one of the strongest heroes of Japan, has a daughter.

But seriously, one could look at you and immediately know you’re his kid. White hair? Pretty eyes? The. Same. Damn. Smile. AND SMIRK! You act like him too, like a child in a teenager’s body. (Only close friends of Satoru knows, because he surprisingly acts a bit more professional when interviewed.) Instead of a blindfold though, you wore your father’s sunglasses, the one he used in his teenage years. How sweet!

Extreme daddy’s girl. Spoiled. I hope Nanami or Geto (where nothing BAD HAPPENS TO HIM..) is in this little AU or you’d turn out to be a brat.

You can handle yourself, sure, you’ve already hone your skills, thanks to your father, but he’s just, well, uncharacteristically paranoid! Until you told him you wanted to go to U.A, to be a hero like him, make him proud and use your abilities for good.

You were just about to transfer secretly to U.A, until your dad accidentally slips and told an interviewer that his beloved secret daughter is attending to U.A. Okay, now, he just intended to reveal he has a daughter (”To give you early exposure to the media so you’d know how to deal with it when you’re a pro hero!”). Classic Gojo...

So, to say that Class 1-A was shocked to hear the news was an understatement.

Izuku was short circuiting from it, I swear. He literally froze when he heard it from his TV, dropping the remote control. He-He has a daughter!? The whole night he spent theorizing on what your quirk could be!

Katsuki would feel threatened (at first!), he wants to be top hero, after all. So you would get in his way. But he’s not gonna back down to another extra! You’re just a bit more challenging, like stupid Deku and Icyhot.

Shoto... Shoto hopes his father doesn’t personally approach you to ask for a quirk marriage... Not like Satoru would even let him approach you, though. But just like Katsuki, he’d see you a bit of a challenge, though he’s genuinely curious on who you really are.

Monday rolls in and, oh boy, the school’s gate was FLOODED with news reporters and paparazzi, thanks to your father. But he did steal the spotlight to let you sneak in school by dropping in and smiling at the cameras.

Class 1-A was understandably nervous, but excited. They’re getting a new classmate! And she must be really strong!!

Then, you waltz in the classroom.

Silence. So awkward...

Despite being sheltered, your dad’s oozing confidence has made your lack of social skills less noticeable. So you gave them the signature family Gojo smirk, lowered your sunglasses and winked.

Oh no girl, you’ve killed them. Not only you showed them your pretty, cerulean eyes that seems to hold the universe, but you winked at them. Seriously, Satoru is a bad influence!

Right off the bat, Class 1-A grew more interested.

Tenya, being class rep, was first to greet himself to you! He offered aide if you ever need it, to which you happily thanked him for. After Tenya introduced himself, it was followed by Momo then the rest of the class.

Tenya had actually lectured everyone not to bombard you with questions to make you comfortable first and adjust. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t help herself and began clinging onto your arm, asking like, a hundred questions.

A bunch of other students followed suit, like Ochako, Ejirou, Denki, Kyoka, Hanta, Toru and Tsuyu.

With your easy going, pretty down to Earth attitude, plus charm, you quickly befriended everyone, though they were taken aback with your questionable (harmless) sense of humor and childishness.

You like to rile up Katsuki and sometimes spar with him. You were the first to ask him for a spar, to Katsuki’s surprise. Of course he agreed, and of course he took it as an actual fight. When he began using his explosions too dangerously, you quickly pinned him on the ground and glared at him.

After that, he’d been a bit less violent and disrespectful, which let to more spars and eventually training together.

You like teasing Izuku by not telling him your quirk. You tell him to “see for himself” then tease him when you catch him staring. What a dork... Although, being with the kind, but nervous boy was such a refreshing thing for you. You grew fond of him, and spent time with his group of friends. Sometimes you’d feel a bit out of place since they’re all so nice in their own ways, and very aspiring.

So, you usually talk with the blunt, stoic, but also very nice Shoto. He quickly became your impulse control. How? Don’t ask, I just like the trope where character with childish personalities have a stoic person as an impulse control. (Nanami and Gojo...)

Also quickly became friends because your dad likes to warn you about heroes that you can’t really trust, e.g. Endeavor. You like to invite him to your place to ‘spar’ and ‘train’ when in reality you’re hanging out in the new cafe that opened with Tenya, Tsuyu, Izuku and Ochako! Just to pull him away from his crap dad, yanno?

He’s very grateful for that by the way.

Due to your personality and easy adaptability of your surroundings depending of who’s with you, you tend to mingle with everyone, but mostly with Izuku’s and Katsuki’s group of friends.

Due to your advanced knowledge and experience (Satoru likes to hide your somewhere to let you watch him do hero work. Seriously, who let him become a parent!? But I guess it paid off...), you became the class’ personal trainer!

They’re grateful (Katsuki would NEVER admit it though)!

Well, until you started training them...

Your father’s training was a little brutal the older you get, but you managed to pull through and become stronger. So your teaching method was similar to your father’s...

Which is beating the hell out of them, critiquing them, giving advices then go beat them down again to see if they apply your advice to it.

Your top students?

Katsuki - He’s very determined and one of the students who doesn’t mind your brutal trainings! He enjoys the challenge and takes your criticisms at heart to get stronger. He’s been improving fast as hell ever since you offered training that it scared his classmates. (You were proud though. You told him that and he almost made your training area explode... You knew he’s just flustered, hehe~)

Izuku - Very similar to Katsuki! Determined, but ended up overworking himself. He would’ve been top 1 (just because of Katsuki’s attitude) if he cared more of his health. He’s a little taken a back when you go from the funny, childish friend to the scary teacher that doesn’t hold back. It reminds him of Aizawa-sensei, but would actually not hesitate to leave bruises.

Tenya - While he’s a little questionable of your methods, he trusts in you that it would make them all stronger. He saw how much his friends improved. He just hoped you wouldn’t chase him with your terrifying shinai... You’re terrifyingly fast.

Shoto - You had to refrain from using a shinai on the poor boy due to his... History... But would not be so merciful if he asks for it. Since he’s very reliant on long range, you easily beat the poor boy so many times. He’s learning though, in a nice, alarming rate.

I’m not listing anymore, but I can tell you that Mina, Denki, Hanta and some others complained about your brutal methods.

“Even Aizawa-sensei wasn’t as brutal!” Oh, you did NOT like that.

Due to your father being a pro hero, you’ve met and has connection on other pro heroes... One of them happened to be your homeroom teacher!

The next training, you had asked Aizawa-sensei to do the similar method as you used. They stopped complaining afterwards.

Sometimes, your dear father would hang out with your group of friends... They would slowly find out why your personality the way it is... Because you and your father are eerily similar.

Safe to say, Class 1-A likes and admires you a lot!

When you finally showed more and more of quirk, you and Izuku likes to sit down and talk about your quirk, or anyone’s really. You’d always tease him, saying no to facts or making fake abilities.

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✦ ANON!!! THIS ISN'T WEIRD AT ALL :0 I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH!! I've seen the idea but gosh, it's so poorly executed!! I've yet to read something good with the concept- I'M NOT SAYING MINE'S GOLD OR ANYTHING T~T I guess I just have something specific when it comes to stuff I read~ Now I would only write for the characters in my masterlist, but maybe I should add Class 1-A just for stuff like these~ While researching about some characters, I’m surprised to find who’s the traitor... Been away from BNHA for a years so seeing who’s the real traitor after seeing a bunch of theories years ago really made my brain explode. I should really watch BNHA when summer comes! I hope it's okay if I make it between platonic and romantic, anon!! Thanks for requesting anon!! I hope this is to your liking, I kinda got lost on what to write... Have a good day/night everyone~

Also, HAH, Satoru Gojo??? Being a parent?? This AU needs a Nanami for the kid to grow up nicely....

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shotorozu · 3 years

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i feel like im annoying lol but here i am again 🥴

🥴 how do da boys react to a super bimbo mc like shes busty, sweet, innocent, helpful as much as she can be and doesnt really realize when people are hitting on her, she just thinks theyre being extra friendly. (Tamaki, izuku, shoto, denki, bakougo) or any of ur choice

Sorry if I’m being annoying ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)？ and tysm

bimbo s/o

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki (bnha)

probably (?) part one // ?

legend : [Y/N = your name] female! s/o, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : sooo 🤩 it’s my birthday tomorrow, not excited about that?? not sure! but im definitely gonna post more tomorrow, just because

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bakugou katsuki

you didn’t seem like his type tbh. you’re kinda an airhead, and you’re sweet and helpful to everyone

and awfully innocent,,

so, you seemed like the person that bakugou would try and stay away from, but nope!

not in this case. i’m not sure what conspired in this explosive blond’s head, but he had a oddly specific attraction to you

he used to hate being around you, but it’s also quite entertaining being around you but why, you may ask?

not only are you super nice, and helpful, but you’re very likable too! which caused you to get secret admirers, and fanboys

but you also so happen to be clueless as fuck, so katsuki would always stick around— obviously very amused, only to tell you what their true intentions are

“what do they mean, go out? like,, outside?”

“no, dumbo. they wanna date you.”

“..like the calendar?”

“hah?? are you dumb?” he actually hated how oblivious you were at first, but he just got used to it

but this clueless airhead trait of yours is what he also hates, because when he developed feelings for you— he’d have to tell you

and,, he’s not the best with being direct with romantic stuff. so— you can see how that went.

he ended up confessing you in the most direct way he could’ve said it, but you still. didn’t. understand.

“fuck sake, i want to be your significant other. your fucking lover, the bitch that’ll be with you until this dumbass brain of yours stops working.”

okay, he was a little too direct, but at least you know his feelings!

when you both finally get together, everyone is shocked. like,, you, the sweetheart that likes helping people— dating thee bakugou katsuki??

everyone thought you were threatened to date him, because you didn’t understand other people’s advances— but in reality, katsuki just told you what he felt

straight from the heart.

also, since you’re also quite busty, katsuki loves sleeping on them— he literally won’t sleep, until he has his head resting on those milkers of yours

“maybe this is all you’re good for, huh? a fuckin’ head rest. there might not be anything up there, but at least it gives me some good fuckin’ sleep.”

he,, doesn’t mean that. you’re useful in so many other ways, but he loves pretending that he thinks that way, because of your replies

“ah, yes! i’m fine with being your head rest, katsuki. rest well, love!”

you’re not hurt, because he makes it a point to tell you multiple times a day that you mean lots to him.

but he gets super mad when people tell you that you’re stupid. because he can only tell you that!!

todoroki shouto

you also didn’t seem like you’d be his type,, everyone thought he would’ve wanted someone that’s smart as momo, or something similar

but he’s very content with being with you, for reasons he can’t seem to figure out.

he has his habit of watching you help people from afar, and he couldn’t help but smile whenever he engages in conversations with you

yeah sure, you might be more of an airhead than most people— but you have a heart of gold! and that’s what gathered his attention

sometimes, he’s quite clueless to some social cues— but even he can connect the dots

which you can’t seem to do. but you’re in luck! shouto’s usually the one that tells you what they mean

it’s something he loves and hates, only because of how popular you are with people in general.

sometimes, shouto debates if he should even tell you what they mean— because well,, he likes you.

usually, shouto would interpret things to you like this

“,, they like you,, romantically.”

“shou, are you sure? they look like they wanna be my friend!” he lets you call him by his first name, just because of how content you look by calling him ‘shouto’

he ends up whispering something into your ear, and your eyes light up in realization. “oh! so how princess bubblegum likes marceline?”

“,, yeah.”

but being shouto todoroki has it’s advantages. he isn’t afraid of being as direct as he could possibly be.

“may i have the honor of being your lifelong partner?”

“..?”

“oh, romantically. i’d love to be your lover, Y/N.”

“..oh! that’s what you meant.”

the way he sees you stumble with your words, as you pace back in forth— completely flustered by his words

makes him smile

and it all ends well when his friends see that his wallpaper is literally him laying down on your chest

which is something he always wanted to do

“shouto,, did you finally confess?!”

“yes. they said yes.”

they’re not really surprised that you understood, courtesy to shouto’s bluntness.

he is your protector against all of the people that make you seem useless. man literally lashed out when his father asked him to date someone with ‘more intelligence’

“Y/N may not be the definition of being book smart, but Y/N’s not useless!”

in short— he’s the bimbo protector! he’ll always be patient around you, and he would never dare to dumb you down.

amajiki tamaki

oh lOrd, please help him

you’re so kind, sweet, and helpful. you’d help anyone— regardless of their personality. and that’s what made tamaki interested in you

but you’re also very popular. which he could see why— since you’re attractive in a unique and special way.

tamaki absolutely disliked the idea of your kindness being taken advantaged of. i mean,, the guts of some people!

but he also hated being the one to break the news to you good or bad

he’s not good with the blunt stuff either, and he might’ve been worried about being around you— because well,, you look like you wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

“tamaki, what do they mean by ‘coming home with them for a nice time’ do they.. want to play mario cart with me?”

he looks like he needs to pass out, but he ends up telling you anyway. he’s just lucky that you could hear him.

but he sighs in relief when you end up kindly declining

nejire and mirio are SO amused by this pairing. i mean, it’s an interesting dynamic! how could they not be invested?

yet, they refuse to even explain things to you, especially when tamaki’s around to do said explaining

because apparently, ‘it’ll help you socialize more, especially with Y/N!’

but remember when i said that tamaki wasn’t great with the blunt approach? yeah— he’d have a heart attack, just trying to explain his feelings

“i— uhm how do i say this,, would you like t-to go out for some dinner with m-me?”

“oh sure! i should go tell mirio and nejire” you’d say that with a smile, and it felt like he was going to pass away on the spot.

nejire and mirio were the ones the tell you that ‘no, tamaki doesn’t want to be friendly with you, because he wants to romantically date you.’

and it felt like forever when they were explaining how and why, while tamaki was sitting in the corner.

but thank GOD! because you like him too!

super hesitant on resting on your chest, i mean,, to him, it looked like the nicest pillow for the deepest sleep! but he wasn’t sure if that’d be okay

because no!! to!! taking!! advantage!! of!! Y/N’s!! kindness!!

speaking of that, despite the fact that he’s socially awkward— he will not hesitate on defending you from any haters!

like, when people say that “tamaki and Y/N are such an awkward couple. tamaki’s super awkward, it looks like there’s nothing in Y/N’s brain. maybe she’s brainless”

because how dare they. not everyone is book smart— but that doesn’t give people the right to call you stupid!

“Y/N’s not brainless! she’s kind, helpful, and the sweetest p-person i have ever met. i suggest you take that back!”

in short— it gives him heart palpitations just having to explain things to you, but at the end of the day, it’s all worth it, if he can be with you

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kaidenya · 3 years

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Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn’t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk. Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker: Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face.

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers.

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well.

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.”

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip.

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much.

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.”

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached.

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication.

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it?

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation.

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

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In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo.

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this.

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends.

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account.

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was.

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit.

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked. But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head.

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box.

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.”

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?”

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once.

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.”

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espressokiri · 3 years

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Heyy, I’m Muslim and I’m also a huge simp for Todoroki, Bakugo, Iida, and Kaminari. Soooo can I have them with a Muslim (possibly hijabi) s/o?

Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, and Kaminari Denki x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (literally half these ideas came from late night talks with my bestie @that-weirdo-in-the-corner)

Note: My first headcanon <3 I hope you like it!

Todoroki Shoto

We’re all aware of this mans lack of physical affection and aloof nature, along with his social awkwardness. That’s a recipe for odd encounters and hilarious misunderstandings.

This man gained interest in you when he noticed you were elegant even while in training/battles, along with your sweet nature and fashionable modest wear.

He researched about your religion and had found out that only women who are married are allowed to go out alone with their partners.

Poor boy didn’t read/research enough.

He decides to get to know you from a distance, respecting your boundaries and it wasn’t that hard to avoid physical contact as he himself was not one to initiate it.

When you did get closer and formed an emotional bond, you’ll be met with the weirdest encounter;

“Shoto, what are you doing?” You blinked, not understanding what the half-and-half male was doing bent on one knee with a ring box outside your family home.

“I read that we can only go out on dates together if you’re married.”

You want to smack your head on the wall but you were flattered at the same time.

Had to tell him that you were allowed on dates if you were chaperoned by a family member or friends.

Had Fuyumi chaperone you two, she was very delighted but had kept watch from a distance.

Shoto has the best time learning about your religion, curiously asking questions and gains a deeper understanding of how things were in your perspective.

He keeps a respectful distance even during dates, making sure he wasn’t crossing boundaries.

Would scour the whole of Japan to find halal food.

Tells you that he called Endeavour shaytaan and you choke on the water you were sipping on, laughing out loud.

Fasts with you one day and is betrayed at how full he felt after one bite.

Hands you Endeavour’s exclusive credit card for Eid.

Todoroki is just very genuine and he tries his best to keep you comfortable around him, also carries hijab pins in his backpack just in case you need some.

Bakugou Katsuki

Oh God.

Listen, he’s very respectful in his own way but it took him time to work through it with his competitive nature.

Man has done his research thoroughly and he is ready to commit.

“I can cook us a vegetarian meal that won’t be boring to the tastebuds like the crap they sell out there.”

That’s his way of asking you out, making sure his parents would be home too because he knows two people of different genders should not be left alone.

Makes the best damn vegetarian dish. Vegetarian because he has yet to figure out what halal is.

Tries to learn some words, does excellent but his way of speaking is even more aggressive than an Emirati accent. He has your Arab friends shaking in their shoes.

It’s Ramadan? Prepare for three am calls that consist of him yelling at you to get up. Yes, he breaks his sleep pattern to wake you up to eat. Yes, he makes you video call him so he makes sure you eat well and hydrate. Yes, he ends up fasting with you so you don’t feel alone. Will he tell you that? No.

Sometimes he makes Iftar for you and brings it in a bento, giving it to you after school so you can have a good meal.

Watches you with wide eyes and mouth open in shock when he sees you eating when you’re supposed to be fasting;

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT YET!”

“I- I’m on my period?”

“SO?”

“We’re not allowed to fast while we’re on our period.”

He stays quiet the rest of the day.

Admires different styles of hijab you do.

Eid? He’s the best dressed alongside you.

Bakugou would be a good partner, respectable, and tries his best to understand and make you feel comfortable in his own way.

Iida Tenya

This boy knows everything already.

Has done research the second he realized there was a Muslim classmate, and as a good fellow class president it was his duty to make sure everyone was comfortable.

Has extra scarves with a small tin full of pins for you kept under his desk in case of emergencies or if they get damaged in training (which wouldn’t happen as Hatsume had created one that would resist damage.) It was a nice thought.

He does slowly wants to get to know you more as your sweet nature made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Keeps a respectful distance at all time.

“Asalam Alaikum, Y/n! It has come to my attention that Ramadan is nearing soon so I have made a list of dietary necessities you may need to intake in order to help your quirk during the holy month.”

“Iida, that’s so sweet of you! You didn’t have to! Also, how did you pronounce that so well?”

“As you class president and friend, I am honoured to do such! To answer your question, I had listened to someone say it on repeat before I practiced.”

This man has every word on repeat just to soak it in his brain.

Averts his eyes even if he sees your ankle, angry at himself for accidentally glancing.

Sir, I promise it’s not a sin to look at an ankle accidentally.

Sees your Hijab bunching up and start showing bits of your neck and shoulder? Grabs the end of the scarf and pulls it down to cover again, avoiding touching your skin.

Checks the ingredients list of the snacks you’re buying for gelatine or alcohol, making sure it’s halal/vegetarian/vegan friendly.

Upset you can’t find halal gummies? This man goes online and orders a bag of certified halal sweets for you to enjoy because you deserve simple joys like this.

Makes sure you pray on time, has the MuslimPro app on his phone to keep track.

He also scrolls through the app to learn more.

Iida is a perfect gentleman and he’s also making sure that you stay spiritually on track and don’t get distracted <3

Kaminari Denki

This man is a physically affectionate person.

He will make the mistake of bounding over to you and slinging an arm around your shoulder or pull you into a hug.

But he will learn and try to control the affectionate urges, limiting himself to hand holding if you allow it.

He thinks you look wonderful with the different coloured hijabs.

Tries making you wear a yellow and black one to match his hair.

Forgets that you can’t eat everything and anything, especially casual things like gummies.

Will apologize profusely when he realizes after you tell him it has gelatine.

Tries to stave off of gelatine infused products.

“Not even water???”

“Denki, I swear to God I’m going to smack you.”

Yes he’s that guy.

Tries fasting with you, just sleeps through the whole day till it was time to eat.

When he see’s you dozing off in class because of staying up all night either because of suhoor or special night prayers during the last ten days, he’ll zap you to keep you paying attention.

He is honestly your hype man when it comes to modest fashion, especially during Eid. This boy will dramatically kneel on the floor and look at you like you’re the light of his life.

Get’s excited when you hand him Eid money because you love him and he has cute child-like tendencies.

Tries greeting your family members, comes out as gibberish.

“Asalamasjdaskjdhashjs”

“Not quite there yet, Denki. A-plus for effort.”

He’s a fun guy who tries to better himself around you, making sure he’s aware of his actions and makes an effort to not mess up around you because he’s never felt so in love with a person as he has with you.

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dancingamongstdust · 3 years

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MHA Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 1)

Cellophane

Despite the U.A.’s insistence that the hero course wasn’t a spectacle for the rest of the world to watch, often when there was some free time, many students flocked to areas where the classes were training. They would lean against trees or pretend to be doing homework while watching the show of fire, explosions, and acid.

You were one of those observers. With a textbook in your lap, you sat beneath a tree with your friends, and watched 1A train their quirks.

The grass tickled at your legs and the sun warmed your skin. It was such a beautiful day despite the sounds of fighting. Occasionally a wash of warmth would flood over you as a large attack went off but you mostly ignored it.

“I think the green-haired one is the cutest,” one of the girls with you said. “He’s super sweet and clearly he’s really strong.”

“Have you seen the Todoroki boy though?” another responded. “Cute and brooding.”

You laughed, making a comment to more agree with the latter though you wouldn’t be interested in anybody as cold as that. Rumours floated around that he never spoke, not even to his own classmates. Many also believed his temper was as bad as his father’s given his massive attacks during the sports festival.

But you didn’t listen all too much to gossip about the hero course. Instead, you just enjoyed watching them in action and running away when their teacher spotted you all.

Luckily, today Eraserhead seemed preoccupied at the end of their class so most of the other students could hang around longer. While he was busy lecturing two of his students, the rest began making their way to the change rooms.

Almost instantly, everybody took advantage of being spared his glare and watched the heroes-in-training.

Some seemed uncomfortable with the rest of the school’s presence while others relished in it. You watched as the shortest of the group winked at every girl, he made eye contact with, including yourself and laughed as a girl from general studies attempted to confess to the most explosive hero of the class.

But it was a specific member who caught your eye and she waved excitedly when she saw you, hurrying over. “Hey!” she greeted. “Were you guys watching us train?”

You stood, brushing grass off your clothing, and smiling. “Yeah, we were. Couldn’t see much of you though, you were almost completely hidden.”

Mina sighed. “It’s so sad how these things happen. My acid doesn’t stand out too much amongst this group.”

You hadn’t known Mina for very long but your friendship was pretty strong. She had attached herself to you due to your talent with making her photos perfect (something of a challenge thanks to her skin tone often contrasting with everything).

Your other friends slipped away, clearly wanting better looks at whomever was being lectured. That kind of gossip went for a high price.

Somebody called for Mina and she gestured them over. “These are the best people in the hero course aside from yours truly,” she said. “Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.” She gave them your name as well and you politely greeted them each.

“Your electricity is really impressive,” you told Kaminari. “Everybody talks about it when we’re watching the training.”

He smiled widely at that but Mina just groaned. “Of course, everybody notices the flashy quirk. Do you know how many people still think that my quirk is being pink?”

“It’s because they get distracted with bright lights and don’t notice the actual talent,” Sero told her playfully. “Don’t worry about it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s not true.”

He chuckled. “It so is.”

“I mean, I notice your quirk all the time,” you said. “And it doesn’t have any lights. You’re just extremely smooth while fighting so you draw the eye.”

He seemed doubtful about that, acting as though you were complimenting him just for the sake of it. “Sure, sure. But when Bakugou unleashes a couple explosions, I bet your attention moves directly to him.”

“It doesn’t. I can prove it also.”

“How so?”

You gestured to the tree. “I’m always sitting right here. Keep an eye out for me next time – you’ll see whose fighting I favour watching.”

Chargebolt

It was a good day for there to be a pipe burst just outside of school.

The sun was shining, there was almost no wind, and there weren’t any large assignments due for almost a week. Overall, everything surrounding the day made it perfect for some rest and relaxation.

Your friend group finally made it up to the crest of the hill and stared around at the beautiful landscape. The view was magnificent. Almost as awe-inspiring as the school that you now stood across from. Every person knew about the hero school U.A. and now you had seen it in person.

“Imagine what it must be like to train to be a hero,” you mused. “I’m sure I would absolutely despise every second of it.”

Everybody laughed, jokes spreading about how they would be too lazy for constant workouts or how their hero names would just be too embarrassing. One girl whose quirk allowed her to pop her eyeballs out made a joke about how her entire career would surround traumatizing children.

“Why hello,” a very high-pitched voice greeted.

You startled, looking down at the small boy. He had bright purple hair and a cocky smirk on his face that just screamed trouble.

Luckily for you, his attention was more focused on others.

“I’m guessing you ladies are here to admire the toughest heroes in the country, right?” he said. “Well, luckily for you, you’re looking at one of the best in the entire school.”

You snorted. “Are you even old enough to be walking around without your parent?”

“Nobody was asking you,” he retorted. “I was speaking to the absolute beauties before me.”

Yourself and two girls that he was ignoring took steps away. They seemed interested in fighting however while you just enjoyed the show. It wasn’t the first time that your group had been annoyed by pervs and you each had different ways of dealing with it.

While he was busy screaming in shock as two eyeballs fell from a girl’s skull, somebody approached you, looking rather embarrassed.

“I’m sorry about him,” the blond said. He kept a confident smile on but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “He’s not well-versed in speaking to beautiful woman.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, willing to play along with somebody who made eye contact before staring at your boobs. Unlike his friend. “And I’m guessing that you’re much better at that?”

“Oh definitely,” he said, stretching. He wore his U.A. uniform still but carried little of the arrogance you had come to expect from the school.

“Well, show me your best line then,” you said, turning to face him properly.

He startled at that. For a second, he eyed you cautiously as though your response was some kind of prank. Then he cleared his throat and said, “You owe me a drink.”

You smiled at the cheesiness. “And why is that?”

“Because you spilled it – wait, no, because you’re so beautiful that you made me spill it.”

You brought your hand to your mouth, laughing at the world’s most common pickup line that still managed to fail somehow. “Points for trying,” you said. “Though, I’ll give you a hint. When you go and hit on your next target, you can start with your name. Makes you seem a little less forward.”

He blushed at that but pointed to himself regardless. “I’m Denki Kaminari,” he introduced himself.

You offered your name. “And you’re a U.A. student?”

“Yeah, I’m in the hero course.”

“Oh that’s why you look so familiar,” you said. “I’ve seen you in the news before. You’re the electricity guy, right?”

He clicked his fingers and a spark jumped between them. Unfortunately, you were standing close enough that it then moved to you. It wasn’t powerful enough to hurt but you still jumped at the unexpected jolt.

“Shit, sorry,” he said.

“No problem,” you replied with a smile. “It was nice meeting you Kaminari. I’m going to go and save your friend from being beaten up though. See you around!”

Creati

The rain was pouring down outside, whipping the trees around. It seemed to be desperate to reach where you stood beneath a roof outcropping. A few splashes landed on your shoes and you shuffled back further still.

Just one short run.

Holding your bag against your chest, you lowered your head and ran for it. The ground was slippery beneath your feet but you managed to keep your balance pretty well. At least, you did until somebody collided with you. Given how everybody was holding their heads down, it was inevitable.

You went down with a squelch into the mud, a sharp pain shooting through both knees and one arm. There was a yelp as the other person fell also.

Rain pounded on your heads. You glanced up to find another student sitting on her ass. She had been carrying her bag on her chest also which had saved it from the mud.

Your own was less lucky.

Cursing under your breath, you dragged yourself to your feet and held out a hand to her. You had to use your weaker one because it was the only part of you that wasn’t covered in mud.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised.

“No, I am,” she said. “That was entirely my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was going and –“

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and you both froze. Thinking at the same time, you put your apologies on hold to rush to the closest shelter, thankfully the entrance of the school that you were both heading into either way.

You looked down at your ruined uniform and groaned. It was going to be really difficult to clean and certainly wouldn’t be alright before class.

The girl was mud-splattered also. Flecks covered her face and the back of her high pony was dripping with the stuff.

“We’re making an awful mess…” you said, looking down at the floor.

Other students rushed past you guys, a few giving you curious looks.

“We can get slightly cleaned up in the bathroom,” she urged. “Come on.”

You followed her into the nearest bathroom and quickly went to work dropping your ruined bag in the corner and cleaning off your arms and legs. “I really am sorry,” you said when she let her hair down. “I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

She shook her head. “No, that really was my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“We’re both going to get into trouble with uniforms now though,” you said. “That’s not great. I was really hoping to fly under the radar today… what are you doing?”

She had lifted up the bottom of her shirt and her skin seemed to be glowing brightly. After a second, a perfectly folded skirt emerged. She took it and placed it in front of her before turning to you, “What size do you wear?”

“What?”

“I’ll make you some replacements quickly if you let me know what size you are.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You can do that?”

She nodded. “I’m going to make you another bag also so you can start taking all your stuff out.”

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I really appreciate this but you don’t have to –“

“It doesn’t cost me anything,” she said with a smile.

Soon, you left the bathroom with a new uniform and bag. The only signs that you had even slipped was the occasional bit of mud that you had missed. She followed you out and the two of you soon came to a split in the corridors.

You reached out and rubbed some mud from her arm. “I should have known you were hero course,” you joked. “Thanks for everything and I really am sorry for running into you. Perhaps you can tell me your name? That way I can brag when you’re a famous hero one day.”

She blushed but held out her hand. “I’m Momo Yaoyorozu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Deku

It all began in the early hours of the morning when the sun had just made its way over the horizon. Having arrived sooner than anticipated, you were standing outside with your friends and talking about various aspects of life. A topic that, inevitably, brought up quirks.

Everybody began messing around with their own. Some levitated their bags while others changed their hair colour – simple things that weren’t all too impressive but remained entertaining.

You played around with your own a little, relishing in the freedom that came with using it.

Something that always irritated you was the inability to use your quirk in public settings. Especially when it was something benign. For this reason, you adored your school more than most other locations. U.A. inspired a sense of relief due to its casual acceptance of pretty much anybody. No matter their size, quirk, or appearance.

By the time you had finished your conversation, you all had begun heading into the main building. You reached into your pocket to quickly realise that your phone was missing.

“See you guys in class,” you said to your friends, darting out to grab it again.

You exited the main door, scanning the area when somebody tapped your arm.

“Sorry, you left this outside.”

“Oh!” you said, taking your phone. “Thank you! I was just coming to look for this.”

The person who had helped you offered a cheery smile. He was recognisable in the way that all hero-course students were. They carried their personalities in their walks. Yet, his name completely escaped you.

“No problem,” he said. “I was really hoping I could find you instead of turning it in.”

The two of you walked back into the building alongside one another. “At least at a hero school, I don’t have to worry about it going missing,” you joked. “I feel like I should know your name but it’s just slipping from my mind, sorry.”

“Izuku Midoriya,” he said. “Why should you know my name?”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t know that 1A are basically local celebrities.”

He blushed at that, coughing as he scrambled to regain his composure. “I don’t… well, I don’t know about being famous or anything. We’re just regular students, really.”

“Except you’re attacked by villains constantly.”

“Except for that, yes.”

You laughed, drawing unneeded attention from other students in the hall. They were all staring and trying to figure out if they could spread any kind of gossip about this interaction. The local soap opera that was class 1A had many students involved in the happenings of others’ lives.

“So, I noticed you were using your quirk earlier,” Midoriya said, bringing your attention back to him. His hair helped him to stand out with its fluffy, green nature but his voice remained soft. “Do you have any pro-heroes in your family?”

“One of my aunts,” you said. “She inspired me to come to U.A. in the first place.”

He surprised you by immediately saying her hero name. When you didn’t initially respond, he gave you a quizzical look.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Your quirks are similar but not enough for immediate family,” he said. “Do you have the same limitations with your own? I know she has a weakness with it that many villains like to exploit which could be the reason why she’s never risen higher in the rankings… not that she isn’t a great hero, of course, but it’s a well-known flaw in her quirk.”

You chuckled at that. “I mean, well-known for a very small level hero,” you said. “The types of villains that she deals with hardly have the brain cells to remember their own names.”

“It doesn’t make her work any less important.”

You smiled at that, appreciative of the notion. “I don’t actually know much about her quirk,” you admitted. “My own is pretty lack-luster. I can experiment with it and let you know what I find out, if you really want to know.”

“Yeah! That would be great! I could – oh, wait, no that’s probably an odd thing to say…” he trailed off, looking lost in thought. “Well, just let me know?”

“Of course,” you said. “Bye! Have a great day.”

Your own classroom felt surprisingly uninteresting without him there. You looked around at all the familiar faces and smiled. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t see him again.

Dynamight

“What are you, a coward?”

You glanced up from your phone, the challenge lighting a spark in your eyes. “No,” you said. “I just don’t take bets that I know I’m going to lose.”

Sighing dramatically, your friend slumped back in her chair and toyed with the food in front of her. She huffed a stray strand of hair from her face. “You used to be fun,” she groaned. “What happened to the person who would take any dare, no matter how high the odds?”

“I just don’t see the point in wagering my daifuku, one of my favourite snacks by the way, on something pointless.”

“It’s not like you have to land a date, just talk to him for like a minimum of a minute.”

You glanced down at your dessert and contemplated her offer. The cafeteria was busy, as always, and you could hear almost four conversations going on at once. Most were unrelated to schoolwork but quite a few mentioned the infamous class 1A who were sitting on the opposite side of the room.

From where you were, you could make out a few of the more recognisable members, including the reason that everybody was discussing the class right now.

“I feel like you’re setting me up for failure,” you said. “He’s clearly in a bad mood already.”

“When is he not?”

Groaning, you stood up from the table and stretched a little. “If I come back uninjured, you have to double the payment, alright?”

Perhaps you had too much of a reputation already – or maybe people were just shameless eavesdroppers – but several perked up as you made your way toward the hero course’s regular tables. They were all prepared for some kind of show, be it from you or from the subject of your attention.

Class 1A’s personal explosive, Katsuki Bakugo had made a scene not too long ago, prompting the very dare that had you making you way over there.

His table hosted five people and you chose the pink girl’s seat to lean over once you arrived.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you greeted with a smile though your eyes held Bakugo’s.

He was agitated, that much was obvious, but you weren’t sure if it was the normal level or not. Your appearance definitely wasn’t a positive though.

“Who are you?” he snapped.

“An admirer,” you responded, allowing your attention to now rove over the other confused students. “Not just of you but of the entire hero course. I always wanted to apply but never quite got the marks so I was curious what its like. And you seem to be, by far, the most approachable of the lot.”

The girl you were standing beside snorted with laughter. “Good one,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Mina.”

You introduced yourself with a smile, keeping the majority of your attention on Bakugo. “I do know most of your names,” you said. “Though that’s not saying too much. You’re all over the school and the news most weeks.”

“Ugh, tell me about it,” she complained. “Do you want to sit with us?”

“I would love to,” you said, gladly taking a seat beside her and flashing Bakugo a bright smile. “Has anybody told you that your hair is adorable? Like it suits your whole aesthetic so well.”

“Fuck off.”

One of the other boys chuckled a little awkwardly but still responded with a shark-toothed grin. “Sorry, Bakugo doesn’t like compliments too much.”

“I don’t like them when they’re so clearly fake,” he scoffed, eyeing you up. “I know you morons struggle to understand but people don’t just come over to make friends. This is a dare of some kind, isn’t it?”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t make friends while winning some extra dessert,” you said.

“People dare each other to come say hi to us?” the blond electricity guy asked. He had a charger hanging from his mouth.

“Not all of you.”

Bakugo scoffed, standing up from his chair sharply. “Hope you lose,” he said, storming away from the table and disappearing into the crowd.

Earphone Jack

The words ‘joint class’ had seemed fun when it was first mentioned. It wasn’t often that you interacted with students outside of your course and many had presumed that it would be a simple way to split Present Mic’s focus between more people.

Unfortunately, you should have all seen the group project part coming.

“Working in the pro-hero industry will often have you alongside complete strangers,” it had been explained. “Whether on the battlefield or behind the scenes, you’re going to have some great times meeting new people and learning about your own limitations. I’ve chosen who I think you’ll get along with but I could be very wrong. We’ll have to see.”

You all groaned, already anticipating the lengthy assignment that would be coming up. It probably wouldn’t be as bad for the hero course students.

For the pairs, it was pretty expected. Nobody from the same course was working together and the majority of the pairs stuck to the same gender.

You understood why when you heard the small purple one start complaining about it being discriminatory or something.

Present Mic stood in front of your desk before you even knew it, a grin on his face.

Often, you thought that you were one of his favourites. You focused on his class and always actively engaged. Sometimes you would even see him outside of class and he would give you a great wave.

You really hoped that those kind sentiments carried over.

“You’re going to be working with Kyoka Jiro,” he announced. Then, leaning forward, he added, “The one with the purple hair and the audio jacks on her ears.”

Thankful that he hadn’t left you floundering, you stood up and took a deep breath. Going over and speaking to a new person shouldn’t be that hard but you really didn’t want to… still, it wasn’t optional.

“Hi,” you said when she looked up at your approach. “I believe we’re in a team. You’re Jiro, right?”

She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly but still smiled. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You sat down in the chair in front of her desk – vacant thanks to its occupant speaking to their own group member. “Present Mic said that he paired us up with people he thinks we’d get along with. Aside from my adoration of your hair, what else do we have in common?”

She reached up and touched her hair, laughing a little awkwardly. “Thank you. Maybe we both listen to the same music?”

“That could be it, what kind of things do you listen to?”

Jiro opened up at that question, immediately launching into a detailed conversation about her favourite and least favourite genres. You had heard of some of the bands that she mentioned but most were a little too obscure.

Then, you made a connection.

“Wait, your dad isn’t Kyotoku Jiro, is he?” you asked. “I used to listen to some of his old songs all the time.”

Jiro’s eyes lit up. “Really? He’s not extremely well-known so most people don’t know he even has songs but I’m super proud of my dad’s music. How did you find out about him?”

You were going to answer when Present Mic cleared his throat and you all turned your attention back to him.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” you whispered to Jiro.

The group project was actually far simpler than you had anticipated and probably could be done in the dedicated time you were provided with. Unfortunately, it seemed that Jiro and you were abysmally slow workers when together and so, you just had to spend more time together outside of class.

Even after it was handed in.

Froppy

Generally, you found that if you visited the pools just before lunch, there would be absolutely nobody there. It would be the perfect time to get some swimming done without worrying about interrupting anybody or feeling bad because you weren’t as fast as some of the hero course students.

You didn’t go every day but, when you had some spare time, you happily made your way to the pool.

About twenty minutes into your swimming though, you popped your head up to head up to hear somebody in the changing rooms. You knew that you shouldn’t get nervous. The pool was for everybody in the school and it was more than large enough that you could avoid social situations.

But still, your stomach churned.

You continued swimming, though now you were keeping your head up to watch for whoever came through the door. After what felt like forever, a small girl emerged with dark green hair.

She smiled when she saw you had noticed her and gave a friendly wave. “Hello.”

“Hi,” was your eloquent response.

She got in on the other side of the pool and you continued swimming your laps. For a while, you waited for her to start so that you could see how fast she swam but she just sat in the water with her eyes closed and her face turned to the sun.

You pulled yourself out of the pool to sit on the side, taking a brief break in your exercise. There was no need to be in pain tomorrow.

She opened her eyes and smiled at you. “You swim really well.”

“Oh,” you said, a blush igniting behind your cheeks. “Thank you. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

Her voice was croaky but not in an awkward way. You actually really enjoyed the sound of it – enough that you willingly engaged in the conversation in order to hear her speak.

“Are you sunbathing?” you asked.

“Soaking,” she responded. “My skin is more amphibian-like so I really need to keep it hydrated. I’m Tsu, by the way.”

You smiled and told her your name. She repeated it and you quickly found out that you really liked the way she said it. “Which course are you in?” you asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“I’m in the hero course,” she said. “It’s fun but it gets quite dangerous from time to time.”

“I would guess so… hopefully nothing too bad though.”

She shrugged. “I’ve nearly died once because a villain with a disintegration quirk tried to grab my face. That was terrifying.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

“Thankfully our teacher can take quirks away if he looks at you,” she said. “And then All Might arrived so everything ended well. I’m lucky that my quirk doesn’t hurt me or anything because lots of my other classmates have those kinds of issues. It’s just a little inconvenient to have to lounge in the pool every now and then.”

“I would pay good money to have that kind of quirk,” you said with a sigh. “I would use it to get here during super boring classes.”

“That’s what I’m doing right now.”

You both laughed.

“I only managed to get here early due to being given some time to do an assignment. Because I got it done last night, I’m just relaxing a little before lunch,” you explained. You checked the time on the large clock. “Actually, it looks like I may need to go and get changed.”

Time had slipped by faster than you realised and you quickly changed back into your school uniform after giving Tsu a wave. You were actually a little disappointed to think that you had to go back to class instead of swimming.

But you weren’t expecting to see Tsu standing outside when you exited, already changed into her uniform.

“I thought you may want to sit with me and my friends today,” she offered. “They’ve got pretty cool quirks and experiences in the hero course.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why not? I can already tell that we’re going to be good friends so we may as well start now.”

You chuckled, covering your mouth to hide your slight blush. “Alright then. I’d love to.”

Ingenium

U.A. was a massive building with many corridors and even more classrooms. You had waited outside for half an hour before giving up and heading in by yourself. It hadn’t seemed like too bad of an idea at the time.

Perhaps you should have waited for your guide a little longer.

You walked the first and second floors twice, constantly looking for anybody who you recognised. The day before, you had been introduced to your class and the elected class president who promised to show you around. Except now you were wondering the corridors alone and hoping that you got to your main room on time.

When it didn’t look like that was going to happen though, you had to bite the bullet and ask somebody for help. Something you had been hoping to avoid.

Many students surrounding you looked extremely intimidating. They were all in their own groups and it would be extremely uncomfortable to approach anybody. So you chose the sweetest-looking girl that you could and made your way to her.

“Hi,” you greeted. “I’m so sorry to bother you but could you possibly tell me how to get to my class. I just transferred over and I’m completely lost.”

She was adorable with bright eyes and rosy cheeks. A massive smile appeared on her face. “Of course!” she said. “Where do you need to go?”

The other members of her small group were looking at you but none seemed too unfriendly so you relaxed a little. “I’m in 1G, the support department? My class president was meant to help me around but she just never showed up.”

At that, the tallest of the group – a guy with glasses and an extremely fancy look to his face – said, “That is unacceptable. They just left you waiting?”

You startled at the question and stared up at him. “Uh… yeah? It isn’t too bad –“

“It’s ridiculous for your class president to leave you standing alone! Their very job is to ensure that every member of the class is comfortable and knowledgeable about various aspects of the school. As class 1A’s president, I shall take you to your homeroom and discuss this with whoever is failing in their duties.”

You blinked, trying desperately to keep up with him. “If it’s not interrupting anything, then I’d definitely appreciate a guide.”

“Of course,” he said. “Follow me, I’ll take you directly there.”

You bid goodbye to the adorable girl and hurried to catch up with the guy who was practically marching his way down the hall. From behind, you could see that large pipes came from his calves. You wondered how his quirk worked.

“Thank you for this,” you said, speed walking to keep up. You gave him your name and asked for his own.

“I’m Tenya Iida,” he introduced himself. “And I’m sorry that you have been let down by your class.”

“I’m sure they were just busy.”

“Did they say that they would help show you around?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then they should have kept that in mind while planning the rest of their engagements,” he said. “There’s no excuse to cancel plans without even notifying the other person. You could have gotten in trouble for arriving to class late or not being able to show up at all.”

That was something you had been worried about. It was never a great way to start at a new school and you would have undoubtedly broken some record for getting a detention.

“Thank you for helping,” you said. “I really appreciate it. Are you in the hero course or something?”

He pushed his glasses up and nodded proudly. “I am indeed. Though I would have given you assistance without my hero training because it’s simply the right thing to do.”

Once around the next corner, he stopped so suddenly that you nearly walked into his back. “This is your classroom.”

A large ‘G’ covered a massive door. Relief washed over you and you opened your mouth to thank him but he was marching into the classroom, heading directly for your class president.

Lemillion

In all honesty, your stress was climbing to new heights. With a test looming and work taking a great deal out of you, it was like walking through tar to try and get things done. Plus there was the ever-present threat of forgetting something and causing trouble for everybody around you.

So you made your way to the library most days and found a comfortable chair to sit in. Once there, you would page through whatever book was needed and work to get as much done as possible.

It was a boring routine but it needed to be done.

Most of the people around you were ignorable, though you didn’t mean it in a cruel way. It was just that you didn’t have enough brain power to focus on them at the moment.

But eventually, you had to take a break when your mind was swimming from studies. You closed the book and took a deep breath.

“Alright, so I’m going to pop in just after she starts class, right? I’ll come through the whiteboard so she doesn’t see me at first, then I’ll hold up the egg and say ‘Wow, this class is really egg-sausting’.”

“Won’t Miss Midnight take offense to that?”

“It’s about her quirk though, not her class.”

“But what if she takes it the wrong way?”

You laughed as softly as you dared, a small snort escaping before you caught it. The group that were speaking sat at the table next to your own. They were a group of three although the one guy wasn’t really involved in the conversation – rather, a blue haired girl discussed the blond guy’s planned jokes.

“I think Midnight has a good sense of humour,” the guy was reasoning. “She’ll laugh at it. Most of the teachers understand my jokes.”

“Don’t you remember when you told Ectoplasm that he was a freak in the sheets?”

That one got a proper chuckle out of you but you managed to keep it quiet enough that they didn’t notice your eavesdropping. Their discussion was certainly lightening the mood.

The guy blushed bright red. “I didn’t think of the other ways that could have been taken,” he admitted. “I was just speaking about those ghost costumes that everybody wears during Halloween, you know… Probably should have just made the boo-berry pie joke and left it there.”

You decided against taking a sip of water, focusing on trying not to laugh at the awful puns you were hearing. Maybe the guy’s quirk was related to telling bad jokes or something.

Or maybe he just had the best worse sense of humour.

They continued speaking for some time and you found yourself giggling at almost every joke that was made. It was hard to concentrate on your work anymore but you surprisingly still got some done and enjoyed every second of it.

You were actually rather disappointed when the group stood up to leave. Two of them headed out of the main door but the blond didn’t follow. You considered glancing around to find him but decided you didn’t want to seem creepy.

And then his face appeared in the middle of your homework.

You yelped in fright and stumbled backwards, nearly falling out of your chair. The guy was half-melded with the table but he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile. His excitement was contagious.

“Hello,” he greeted, standing up and no longer phasing through any solid items. “I’m Mirio. I just wanted to say hi before we left.”

“Oh,” you said. “Um… hi.” You gave him your name and blushed, realising that your eavesdropping hadn’t gone completely unnoticed. Still, he didn’t seem to mind it so you didn’t worry too much.

“I’ll see you around,” he said as he left, waving enthusiastically the entire time.

Phantom Thief

Most days, you relished in the opportunities to speak to new heroes about support items and what they needed to better their quirks. You enjoyed discussing with them and learning about their abilities, and you knew that many in your class had similar sentiments.

After all, that was the very reason that you were studying.

These reason were why you remained confused when your classmates were busy drawing straws when you walked in. None of them bothered to even tell you what was happening, just gesturing for you to take your straw.

You grabbed the closest one in confusion and pulled it out, revealing that luck wasn’t on your side that day.

“Congratulations,” one of the girls said. “You get to talk to Monoma. All the rest of us will be able to choose whoever we want within class 1B once they arrive.”

That was when you realised.

You hadn’t ever had the opportunity to work with the loudest member of the class before and you didn’t envy many that had. The stories they shared about hinted at a mild insanity or, at the very least, obnoxiousness that went unmatched. You definitely weren’t looking forward to that for a good part of your day.

But alas, when 1B entered the room to discuss their options for support items, you made your way over to the blond and gave him your best smile. “Would you mind if I asked you about some support items that you may need?”

His grin was massive as he turned to you. “Ah, I see you’re extremely excited for the opportunity to work with such an amazing quirk, right?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

That clearly wasn’t the answer he anticipated and he faltered a little at it. “I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I don’t think there’s anything here that would suit me. My quirk works brilliantly on its own.”

“I wouldn’t say its your quirk that does it all,” you said. “Obviously it requires a talented wielder in order to use it properly.”

His eyes narrowed at the compliment and he began looking over your shoulders, clearly thinking that this was a setup of some kind. After making sure nobody was watching, he very carefully said, “I suppose you’re right. Anyway, as I was saying, I don’t need any support items right now.”

“I get that but, if you ever need something in the future, just let me know,” you said. “In the meantime, I can brainstorm some general stuff based off your quirk. You can copy things, right?”

“Obviously,” he chuckled.

You nodded and began walking away, happy that your unorthodox plan had worked in mellowing him out. It was a guess that he wouldn’t be used to praise but it worked like an absolute charm.

“Wait!” he said, suddenly appearing next to you. “How am I meant to tell you my ideas if I don’t even know your name?”

You chuckled nervously, not having expected him to care about that part of your conversation. Before you had even thought about it though, you told him your name and he smiled even wider at that, if it was even possible.

“I’ve been looking for somebody who understands how good of a quirk I have,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulders unexpectedly. “And you seem to like it quite a bit.”

“Well, yes,” you said. “It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

He stepped in front of you then and you watched as your own quirk manifested itself. “I like yours also,” he said. “It suits you.” For a split second, he smiled warmly.

You smiled at that, unable to help it as his expression became considerably more normal while he was using it. “Thank you. It’s not entirely impressive when you look at all the hero course’s quirks but I like it well enough.”

The quirk disappeared and his over-the-top smile reappeared. “Obviously it isn’t as good as mine,” he scoffed. “But don’t beat yourself up about that. Almost nobody can top me.”

For a second, the change confused you but then the class 1B president made her presence behind you known. She apologised and lectured Monoma on showing off instead of focusing but you didn’t entirely hear her. Your curiosity surrounding the blond had been piqued. How much of that arrogance was just a show for his class?

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Pairings: Ejiro Kirishima x Chubby Female!Reader

Content Warning: Hinted Age Gap, thigh riding, orgasm denial, cum play if you squint, squirting, slight degrading, praise, daddy kink, light cussing, biting, possessive behavior, slightly more dominant reader towards the end but mostly soft dom!kiri.

A/n: KIRIHSIMA IS CLREALY AGED UP IN THIS STORY, I EVEN LIST THE AGES IN THE STORY AS WELL!! HE IS BETWEEN THE AGES OF 48 & 52 IN THIS STORY AND THE READER IS IN HER LATE 20'S!! yes yes dilf kiri, love me some dilf kiri. I think I got my first hate comment on here which is pretty fascinating, mostly funny though.

There was no denying that Kirishims was getting older. And with that age came less defined muscles, grey hairs, and wrinkles. To say the least he didnt like the fact that he was getting older, but there were bright sides of course, like you. He never really had time to date when he was younger due to his job and if he did it didn't last long. Something about him never being around or how he never spent time with them anymore. Well what did they expect he's the number 4 pro hero Red Riot, he barely has time for himself let alone a relationship. Now of course that doesn't mean he didnt care for them, no not at all. But then again none of them ever clicked either. Until he met you. Of course that wasnt until he was in his late 40's rocking the big old 48 years of life when he stumbled upon you at a local bar. He was celebrating his birthday with a couple of his pro hero buddies when a nice waitress came up to take their drink orders. And there you were, a nice plump busty drop dead gorgeous waitress right at their disposal. To say he was interested was an understatement, mans fell in love at first sight. You had a gorgeous laugh and a adorable smile. The way your hips swayed back and forth while you walked, and the way your boobs cupped over your bra when you leaned over to set down the drinks. He was entranced.

Denki teased him for having the biggest blush on his face when you left. And Bakugou made a couple slide remarks while Sero just laughed.

"Hey I mean if you like her why not ask her out? Unless an old geaser like you doesn't have any game left?" Bakugou slyly remarked, a drunken smirk plastered on his face. This was a challenge and kirishima never backed down from a challenge.

"Oh, you underestimate me bakubro!" He said while leaning back with a wide toothy grin.

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

"Okay, I will." Kirishima said leaning forward with a sort of fire in his eyes. He was eager to prove that he's still got it and could pull you without even really trying. Of course there was a voice screaming in the back of his head saying "No dont do this! She wont want an old man, she's in her late 20's at most. She wont want an old cuck!" But he did it anyway under the peer pressure of his friends.

"Here's the other drinks you asked for gentlemen. Is there anything else I can get you tonight?" You asked setting down the 10th round they ordered.

"Um yeah actually, do you have any dessert here or can I just go ahead and take you home with me for later?"

The boys erupted into laughter. Maybe he was a little rusty after all. Supringlsy though you let out a soft giggle.

"No we don't have dessert, but lucky for you I get off in about thirty minutes. Maybe if your patient enough you could get a sweet treat?"

Holy shit.

"I could definitely wait all day for you sweet cheeks."

"Great then if you need me just holler, and if not then I'll see you in thirty, okay?"

"Of course princess." He said with a smirk

You then walked away peering back at him before disappearing into the back.

"Holy shit dude that actually worked?" Denki said laughing

Sero had tears running down his face from laughing so much while Bakugou just sat there smirking while shaking his head "You lucky bastard." He added.

Thirty or so minutes later you come waltzing out from the back and too their table. Cute as ever might he add.

"You ready princess?" He asked looking down at you

"As ready as I'll ever be." You said in return

"Great, let's head back to my place and have some dessert." He said while walking you out with his hand wrapped tightly around your waist.

It's been 4 years since that fateful birthday and now he's a whopping 52 years old, but it didn't effect him like previous birthday's. He actually enjoyed getting older with you and plus you gave amazing birthday gifts.

He was folding some laundry when he heard a crash of something coming from the dining room.

"Ejiro! I need your help!"

He rushed towards the dining room thinking he was gonna find you under a pile of pans or something. When in actuality he found a whole full course meal waiting for him with a sign sprawled up in the back exclaiming 'Happy Birthday Ejiro!' In your handwriting.

"Ah babe, this looks incredible!"

"Thank you but I just wanted to give you the best birthday possible! Wanted to show my appreciation for the great manly man I got!"

Kirishima didn't really know how to react honeslty. Of course he was happy and so grateful for such an amazing gift.

"Ejiro, you know I love you. There hasn't been a day that I haven't loved you and I don't think there ever will. So I wanted to try and show you in the way I best could." He couldnt believe he snagged such an amazing girl, plus a hot one at that. Boy you did look good in that apron. And those thigh thighs that hugged the fat of your thighs just perfectly, making them look so soft and squishy. And the way he could see down your shirt and get a peek at those nice bouncy tits of yours.

"I think there's an even better way you could show me." He said grabbing you and twirling you into him. His hands now rubbing up and down your waist while leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. The heat building between you was blinding, pleasure mixing in making you feel even hotter. In the heat of the moment he then pressed you hard into the wall deepening the kiss. He pulled away first to look you in the eyes. The beautiful ruby like orbs always had you falling deeper in love with him. He grabbed you by chin and tilted you head to the side to give him easy access to leave many love bites and purple bruises trailing down to your collarbone.

"Eji, need you." You pleaded through broken pants.

"Being so selfish on my birthday? Guess I'll have to punish you for that huh?" He said walking to the couch and sitting you down on his thigh.

"If you can ride my thigh for 5 minutes without cumming I'll fuck you."

"But Eji that's not fair!"

"I think its plenty fair considering it's my birthday and you wanna be selfish. So get to ridin' sweet heart."

He started rutting your hips back and forth against his muscular thigh making you tremble under his touch. It felt so so good, you couldn't help the mewls falling from your lips.

"Feel good princess? Does daddy's thigh make you feel this way? Maybe you don't need my cock after all."

"No daddy! I want your cock please! Please daddy, I'll be a good girl!" You protested

He kept a consistent pace, the pleasure was excruciatingly good. He expected you not to cum when he's pleasuring you this well?

"Daddy! Want to cum!" Desperate whines coming from you as his pace picked up.

"You'll have to be a good girl and wait to cum on my cock or you won't cum for the rest of the night, got it sweet cheeks?"

No fair. The next 5 minutes felt like an eternity. You nearly creamed yourself 3 times, your pants now soaked through.

"You did well princess! Plenty wet for me to just slip right in!"

"Eji, need you now!" You whined, nails digging into his shoulder blades. A pleasuring sting making his cock twitch.

"Okay, okay I'll give you what you want you brat." He stripped you of your shirt and shorts leaving you in your red lace set. "Did you wear this just for me princess?"

"Yes, I know you like it when I wear red. You always said it looked the best." You said face flushed

"You know your daddy so well, you really are my good girl. I'll fuck you nice and good okay?" He said positioning you over his tip, when you stopped him.

"Let me ride you daddy, it's your birthday so I shouldn't make you do everything."

"You don't have to princess-"

"But I want to! Please daddy?" You just begged him to ride his cock. YOU begged HIM to ride HIS cock. Best. Birthday. Ever.

"Okay princess, let me at least help you a little."

He pushed your panties to the side and he helped you slowly make your way down his girth. The stretch was a little more painful due to you not being prepped properly, but your slick made it easier. You let out a sinful moan as he bottomed out in you. He groaned as your walls squeezed around him.

"Are you trying to milk me already sweet cheeks?"

You started bouncing yourself at a steady pace, didnt want to tire yourself out yet. He let out a beautiful moan that had your walls fluttering. The sounds were down right pornographic, your slick leaking down onto his thighs as you started picking up the pace.

"Mhm, just like that princess." His grip on your waist tightening, definetly going to leave bruises. You loved when he praised you, it always made you so wet. You licked up his neck to his jawline and left some purple marks on the way.

"Purple always looked so good on you Ejiro. Mmmh so pretty." You said admiring his now purple neck. His face flushed at the praise, not used to being called pretty. He liked it, he liked it a lot. His hips bucked up into yours causing a whimper to come from you. You leaned up and bit his shoulder to muffle your moans, an animalistic groan coming from his throat from the painful pleasure.

"You love marking me don't you princess?"

"Have to- fuck- show other girls, y-your mine!" Broken pants coming from you as your to tired to form a cohesive sentence. He fucked you so good, he was for sure fucking you dumb. Hitting all the right spots and kissing all the right places. He chuckled at your statement. You really do love him.

"Cum with me princess. Then you'll be able to show everyone who you belong to." He said as he started pounding up into you. The string in your stomach was about to snap from the blinding pleasure. You couldnt help to quiet yourself from screaming his name, he just felt so good, and he didnt mind other people hearing how good he mad you feel. His neighbors will just have to suffer for now.

"Eji, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me princess, cum on daddy's cock!" His hips started to stutter as he felt his end nearing. You couldnt hold it in anymore, you gushed around his cock as he pounded into you chasing his own release.

"Ah fuck princess, I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you so good." He let out a loud moan as he bit into your neck drawing blood that now ran down your chest. You screamed from the pain and pleasure of your still sensitive cunt being plowed into. It felt like he was emptying every last drop of his seed into as he still pounded into you. A mix of yours and his cum now leaking down your trembling thighs, onto his, and finally down to the couch. You trembled in his arms, eyes half lidded and tired out.

"You still with me sweet cheeks?" You nodded in response, incapable of being able to form any words from your mouth. Throat sore and mind fucked dumb. He chuckled picking you up, cock still inside you as he made his way to the dining room. Both of your slick leaking onto the floor as you walked. He took a seat at the table making him a plate. He started eating humming with content.

"Its so good princess! You really are the best an old man could ever ask for!"

#bnha x reader #mha smut #anime #mha kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima x you #kirishima smau #kirishima x y/n

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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Hello I saw that your req are open if there not ignore this but I just read recovery girl... girl with todoroki and was wondering if you could do a bakugku one ? Thank you : )

apprentice | k. bakugou

in which you help bakugou bc you are recovery girl’s little protege

“oh great, you are awake now” bakugou hears a voice, a little bit more enthusiastic of what he was expecting.

you enter the infirmary with a bunch of medical supplies and some other stuff like a couple of sweets and... a sandwich?

“who the heck are you?” bakugou was indeed impulsive, but in fact he was a bit curious.

minutes before he woke up with a huge headache, when he realized he was in recovery girl’s place he groaned and tried to remember why he was there this time. but seeing you there, someone who was just about his age shocked him.

“watch your tone you brat, i’m the literal reason why you are alive!” you claim.

“wHO ARE YOU CALLING-“

“DONT DO THAT!” you yell back, but it was late. the blonde haired boy let out a groan fue to the sudden and awful pain he got in his abs area. trying to stands up to fight you definitely showed you how dumb he could be.

he flinches and sits up in the bed once again feeling how the blood starts covering the bandage in his stomach.

“great!” you say helping him recover his posture “now i have to do that again, why is the hero course so fucking stubborn and careless about themselves?”

he remembered the hero combat with class 1-B but he was surprised it got this far.

you pull him close and you try to place your hand in his stomach area but instead he pushed you away.

“look” you begin tired of him, looking directly to his eyes a bit too close for his taste “you wanna be a great hero? amazing but if you still think that title doesn’t mean accepting help from others then you should leave UA, so stop the bullshit and let me change your bandage”

katsuki is amuse because of the way you talked to him, the power and determination in your eyes actually left him... speechless.

and a bit red.

“tch!” was the only thing he managed to do “you are a bit of a pushover aren’t you?”

you laugh “if you are going to insult me, please try harder”

your touch was delicate, something kacchan actually never felt before. he kept looking at you, still curious on why was a teenager taking care of him.

“where’s the old lady?” he asks lifting his arms while you take the bandage out.

“recovery girl for you” you scold “and she was out there taking care of the other ones, but i think principal nezu came and asked to speak to her, poor nezu he is actually pissing off recovery girl so much allowing this kind of events oh shit” you interrupt yourself “guess i’ll have to do it”

“do wha-“

he couldn’t finish his sentence because a green light was already sparkling from your palm, once again you touched his damaged area, and as it was magic his most of his injure was already gone.

you step back and bakugou notices how you get dizzy so before you tripped, he actually holds you by your shoulder.

“did you just disappeared it? your quirk-“ he asks shocked.

you walk and get the half of the sandwich and start eating holding your head. “yeah, injure disappearance. i am able to disappear any injure someone has. but it comes with his side effects of course, mainly because i used it way too much today”

“then why did you do something so stupid if you already knew you reached your maximum capability dumbass?”

“well i wouldn’t have had to if certain someone sat still in his freaking bed!”

bakugou felt bad for a second but his pride was more than that, and he wasn’t one to apologize, instead he deviated the subject to another he was particularly interested in.

“so that’s why you work here?” he questions.

“ha! i wished i was even paid” you joke, and hand him the other part of the sandwich and some sweet treats.

“i am not a child” he rejects them.

“well if you don’t eat that you are not going to be awake for much longer” you talk back “your body needs sugar and something to eat, and you know it because i know you feel extremely tired mr bakugou”

he hates know-it-all people, and he wants to hate you for that, and it was his pride that actually made him ignore the fact that you were just stating the obvious.

“and i’m an apprentice only, i’m in the support department, since my quirk is not ‘hero compatible’” you mention, sitting next to him.

maybe he should not say something, but he was not sure why he wanted to help you too. he tries to convince himself it is because he literally owes you his well being and that he hates being in debt with someone.

“quite stupid of you actually” he says and before you sass him back he adds “because recovery girl picked you, and saving lives in any way is being a hero too sparkly hands”

you stay shocked and smirk a bit “so you are actually a softie awww”

“SHUT IT EXTRA”

in fact, he wanted silence, just to admire you, but of course he said to himself that he just wanted to stay in the infirmary a bit longer because ‘i guess sometimes i have to rest’

—

“what the hell are you doing here?!”

bakugou is not going to lie to himself anymore, so he admits being kinda confused and scared seeing you in his homeroom. class 1-A follows you with their eyes on your way to kacchan’s seat.

“i should be the one questioning that, dork” he talks back.

with that everyone is shocked.

“oi bakugou who is this hottie-”

“i dare you to go on, grape” you stand up for yourself, and with one look mineta shuts up “you know you can’t skip your daily health check up right?”

“the old lady said-”

“still i am the one who attends you, idiot, so you are my patient, and now in fact you owe me three more days helping me out after checking you in the infirmary” you make clear to him, almost face to face knowing that will piss him up.

“says who?”

“says me” you slowly go away in order to attend your next class “so come on katsuki, you are not gonna win this one, chao!”

“whatever loser” he scoffs, fighting to hide the smile knowing he actually enjoyed the little time he got with you while helping.

denki and kirishima remained silent as you walk out while sero starts smirking along with jirou just blinks as many others.

“BAKUGOU HAS A HEART!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IDIOT?” he yells to denki.

“come on we all just see how you did not ditch or even yell at her! you are an asshole to us!” mina adds.

“WHAT NO”

“you did let her call you your first name, bakugou”

“SHUT UP HALF AND HALF BASTARD!”

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craftycheetah · 2 years

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Revenge is Best Served Cold

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Making his way back to the convention hall, Hitoshi’s mind was racing. How am I supposed to get in if the con i—Oh, that could work…

Waiting until the guards slip away to do their rounds, Hitoshi uses his pass to slip through the service entrance and get in. Finding a spare worker uniform, he changes before maneuvering back into the hall. Walking around, he eventually gets back to the main area.

“Hitoshi! Over here!” a voice calls out.

Turning his head, he sees a mop of green waving frantically at him. Jogging over, he sits down at their table, panting softly. “I ran from the fucking hospital to get here,” he groans. “That bastard better still be here, 'cause when I get my hands on him….”

“Who?”

“(Y/N)’s ex.”

“That fucking waste of space?! I thought (Y/N) got a restraining order against him!” Momo gasps.

“It must’ve expired or something,” Tsu explains.

“Well, no matter what, we’re gonna figure out how he did this to (Y/N) and get proof.”

“Right!” they all yelled.

They all split up and ran in different directions, each performing their own way to find evidence.

(Y/N) let out a pathetic cough, her throat aching with every movement of her body as her chest heaved in and out, desperate for air.

“Eijirou?” (Y/N) weakly called out.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s up?” Eijirou smiles.

Eijirou felt physically ill at the thought of lying to (Y/N). He just didn’t want to do it! She was too sweet and had gone through enough. He felt like lying to her would just put more unwanted stress on her or give her a false sense of security.

“Where’d Toshi go?”

“Oh, um… he went out to get you food.”

“But… he didn’t ask me what I wanted….”

Eijirou and (Y/N) stared at each other for a while, neither one of them daring to move as Eijirou stuttered and stammered in response, trying to formulate an excuse.

“He said he knew your favorites!” He blurted out.

“Oh,” (Y/N) said. “That’s very thoughtful of him!”

“Haha, yeah…” Eijirou trailed off.

The awkward silence filled the room as the two sat in the room, Eijirou avoiding eye contact at all times as he stared at anything else. The floor, the wall, hell, even the flower pot seemed more interesting than having to stare into her eyes and flat out lie to her. A lightbulb appeared in Eijirou’s head as a great idea came to him. His facial expressions lifted as he made eye contact with (Y/N) for the first time in a while.

“Hey! I have an idea!” He chimed. “Let’s call Denki and see what he’s up to!”

(Y/N) nodded. “That’s a great idea!”

Eijirou pulled out his phone and dialed the number, putting it on speaker as he handed the phone to you as it gently rang throughout the room. Suddenly the ringing stopped as a voice spoke through the phone.

“Hey dude, I’ll call ya later because right now we’re working hard to find evidence that (Y/N)’s ex tampered with the oil.”

The room went dead silent. Silently hanging up the phone, Eijirou stood there in shock. Eijirou’s jaw dropped to the floor as (Y/N) sat there, staring at the phone as her jaw also dropped, unable to form words.

“What was he talking about? How does he know about my ex?” she weakly asks, looking at Eijirou with concern.

“Um,” Eijirou started.

A million thoughts raced in his head. Should he run out of the room? Should he stay and try to explain it? Or should he pass out on the floor so he has an excuse to avoid this conversation? Well… that last option seemed a little over the top. But hell, he does feel a little light-headed after their plan was revealed.

“Eijirou, what was Denki talking about?” she asks with concern. “What did you guys do?”

“I don’t know exactly what they’re doing, considering they had me stay here to keep you company. Which is fair because nobody likes being in the hospital alone. But…earlier, when I was on the phone, Mina called asking how you were, what happened, etc.…and I explained how some weird guy came up to me after I dropped you off at your panel thingy. He started bad-mouthing you, and I told him off. Hitoshi said it was your ex, and one thing led to another, and now we’re here.”

“What are they doing now?”

“Last I heard was what Denki said on the phone. But hopefully, nothing illegal happens.”

“I hope they’re okay.”

Stepping into the darkened hall, the lights surrounding the stage turn on, revealing him. Akhi.

“Hitoshi Shinsou! My old pal. I’m so glad you could make it,” he grins.

“We are not nor were we ever friends. What do you want? Why did you tell me to meet you here?” Hitoshi scoffs

“Oh, I just wanted to have a little chat.”

“About what? How you tried to kill my best friend?”

“Who? (Y/N)? She got what was coming to her….”

“Got wh—YOU’RE INSANE! She dumped your sorry ass three years ago, and you can’t get over yourself! Somehow in your twisted mind, you thought switching her cooking oil was a good idea?! You nearly killed her!”

“So what if I switched the oils?! It shouldn’t matter anyway!” Akhi bragged. “If such a waste of space were to pass away, would anyone even care?!”

“And if I were to tell the police you said all this?” Hitoshi raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve got nothing on me!” he growled.

Hitoshi nodded. “Perhaps, perhaps,” A broad smile came to his face as he pulled his phone out of his hoodie pockets. “Unless I… recorded this conversation with your face attached to it!”

“What?!” He growled.

“It would be a shame if the police got a hold of this… making someone go to the hospital is a serious crime, especially if they almost died, y’know.” Shinsou shrugged. “Oh, wait! No, it wouldn’t!”

“Give me that phone!” Akhi screamed.

He lunged at Hitoshi, both boys sliding across the floor and into a wall. Akhi growled, swinging his fist into Hitoshi’s jaw, attempting to disorient him long enough to grab his phone, only to fail as he was punched in the face in retaliation. Hitoshi sent a kick into Akhi’s stomach without much effort, sending the man flying across the room and landing on the other side, his head hitting the floor. Akhi groaned in pain as Hitoshi got up and walked over to the crumpled man.

“My mom always told me never to kick a man while he’s down,” A dark shadow cast over Hitoshi’s face. “But I don’t think she meant it literally.”

Hitoshi lodged his foot in Akhi’s stomach without warning, causing him to curl up and groan in pain.

“Piece of shit….” Hitoshi mumbled. “I told you last time to leave (Y/N) alone. Anyways! I’m off to show the police this footage. I’ll make sure no one visits you behind bars.”

A door off to the side slams open as an explosive voice makes its presence known. “Eye bags?! You in here?” Katsuki’s voice echoed throughout the empty room.

“Yeah,” Hitoshi replies. “Over here.”

“Where is he? Where’s the piece of shit trying to ruin my career?”

Hitoshi points to the figure attempting to get up while coughing softly.

“You!” he growls, storming up to Akhi.

“What? You come here to yell at me about that bitch too? Oh, wait, I know you. You’re that guy who did the panel with her! What’d she have to do to get you to agree to a panel, huh?”

Katsuki glared at the man before gripping his shirt and punching Akhi in the face. “That’s for trying to ruin me,” he snaps before hitting him again. “And that’s for hurting one of the best bakers that I know.”

“My fucking nose! Shit!” Akhi screamed as his hands came to cover his face. Crimson started to trickle out of his nostrils.

“Serves you right, punk!” Katsuki scoffed. “Dammit, that’s gonna sting for a while.”

“Katsuki Bakugou!” A familiar feminine voice yelled.

“Ah, shit…” He rolled his eyes.

Mina and the others came bursting into the room, shock and confusion splayed on all of their faces.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Mina continued.

“This is the piece of shit who sabotaged (Y/N)!”

“Oh…” She went quiet for a moment. “Continue then! What? You’re gonna look at me and tell me that I’m wrong?!”

“Kacchan, stop!!” Deku pushed his way through and pulled Katsuki off of Akhi.

The pink-haired boy groaned in pain as he curled in on himself even more.

“We do not encourage violence!” Momo lectured.

“Unless they deserve it,” Mina adds.

“No, Mina!”

“One of you guys, go get the police!” Sero yells.

“On it!” Tsu nods before running out of the room.

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slutfor-fictionalmen · 3 years

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Easy lovings(Denki edition)

Denki x Tsundere! F! reader

Y/n sets out to tell denki of her unrequited crush on him, maybe all isn’t as she thought. Slight smut, fluff

Y/n brushes past her unknown peers to sit at the back of the seminar, swiftly submersing herself into her phone in attempt to avoid all human contact with people she didn’t care about. Well, at least she tried to avoid it.

Her former schoolmates/ now friend group all huddle together with Y/n in various rows, chatty and carefree despite their powerful reputations. “Y/n!! how dare you try to find seats without us!! you KNOW we were all gonna sit together!” Y/n jumps as the shrill voice of the pink girl breaks through the voices to harass her ears.

“I’m not your mother, you can find your own way. And besides, Isn’t your dick appointment attending too? Can’t you go fuck with someone else right now?” Y/n sighs, staring at the blonde man she’s loved since their second year, while he’s immersed in a conversation with their shared lifelong friends. “No can do baby cakes, i’m here for you, and besides, i wanna have my pick of seat before Mineta tries to get his slimy hands on a seat next to us.”

Y/n laughs at the thought of their known associate, it’s been a while since she’s seen him but she still remembers vividly his attempts to grope all the girls in the class. She loved those carefree days, she misses the times where their only real worries were being strong enough and what their crushes thought about them.

Y/n never had to worry about what too many guys thought about her, she never really cared what anyone thought, she had enough to worry about, screw juvenile crushes and unnecessary feelings. She never cared about anyone, with the exception of one guy she liked.

The only guy she’s ever really liked

Denki.

Mina noticed y/n lost in thought and staring at him. She knew that her advice for the stubborn girl was always in vain, but it never stopped her from trying. ”You need to tell him y/n. He feels the same, he always talks about you, it’s time for you to be happy.”

Y/n never listened, but something hit this time. She wasn’t a schoolgirl anymore. She was a badass pro hero with a sharp mind and a kind heart, so what if he doesn't feel the same, just means one less thing to worry about. ‘shoot your shot y/n, you can do this’. Y/n hyped herself up before putting on a brave face and looking at her best friend.

“I’m gonna do it, i have to..... right? i mean what if something happens and he never knows, i would hate that, but what if he doesn’t feel the same i-” Mina grabs her shoulders and shakes her out of her ramble. “shut up and do it.” “i can do this” Y/n walks away, not before hearing her best friend shout “YOU CAN DO THIS” from across the hall.

Y/n shakes, alarmed at her show of emotions. She’s never been one to be emotional before getting to know someone. But this is denki we’re talking about, the most kind guy she’s ever met, funny, sweet, smart, reminding her of a golden retriever in some ways. ‘Mental note, don’t compare him to a dog.’

Y/n approaches the leather clad man with a stoic look on her face, but not before giving him a small smile. “Excuse me, can i steal this man away from you for a sec?” The stranger nods and walks away, leaving Denki waiting awkwardly for her to initiate conversation.

“You ok Y/n? What do you need?” “can i talk to you in private?” “Denki blinks a few times before nodding and following the girl into a secluded area of the building. “Is everything alright?” He reaches out to rub her shoulder as a sign of affection but unknowingly making the plush girl more nervous.

“You know how i never dating anyone in school? Or showed interest to any man of woman in any way?” Denki hesitantly nodded, leaning in. “Well that was because i liked you then-” The blonde laughs running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh of relief,”So that’s what this is about! Y/n I thought you were dying or something, you can’t scare me like that!.... and to be fair, i was very oblivious, so i’m sorry if i hurt you back then in any way. i would have-”

“Oh my god shut up i’m not finished yet!” He went silent and stared with wide eyes. So much for the emotional presentation. “i liked you then-” “i know-” “and i STILL like you now, I don’t expect you to feel the same, but i cant let my unreciprocated feelings for you affect my ability to work. I’m in love with you, and i have been for years. Now if you’re disturbed or disgusted, too bad. I’m a grown woman and i can feel however the hell i want to feel. and if you feel you can’t work with me, i get that too, i-”

His lips were suddenly on hers. Y/n felt electric, she felt alive. Everything fell away while denki shut her up with a kiss. “For someone who doesn’t open up very often, you sure do talk a fuck ton.”

He gently set his forehead against her own while he backed her up against the wall. Y/n set her hands on his chest, stabilizing herself due to his sudden shift of positions. “Halfway through first year. That’s how long i liked you. And graduation is when i realized i loved you. After school you never answered any of my texts and ignored my calls. The only way i saw you is if we both happened to be invited to the same event. you make it really hard to read how you feel, you know that?” “That’s kinda the point, i don’t open up... that’s why it took so long to tell you.”

Denki smiled, and moved to kiss her forehead, cheek, nose, and lips. She melted into the kiss, relishing in his gentleness, ecstatic to experience his love first hand, not just to imagine it.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing Denki to kiss her deeper and hold her closer with his hands on her hips. Y/n moaned into the kiss as his grip tightened. He pushed her farther into the wall, spreading her thighs with his knee.

He Kissed down her neck to the top of her outfit, pulling it down slightly to mark her neck. Y/n moans as he nips and sucks at her collar bone, allowing her to tug at his hair while he ground his knee into her mound. “God i love the pretty little noises you make, but i would prefer if they were louder.” Denki smirked at the girls flushed state, continuing the friction on her clothed privates, listening to her sweet moans.

Denki thanked whatever god was up there that he got to see a goddess in this vulnerable state. He memorized every move of her mouth, the curve of her face, the way her face looked contorted with pleasure. He knew that he wanted to see this sight again for the rest of his life, that his only longing would be to please her.

All thoughts were interrupted as the announcer ordered all pro heros to take their seats. Denki looked her in the eye with a smile so bright it could put the sun to shame. He gave her one final kiss and pulled away. “We will continue this, later.”

And for the first time in a while, the flustered y/n was left with a smile on her face.

OMFG THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE AND ITS SO BAD, IM SO SRRY.

#denki x reader #denki x plus size #plus size!reader #plus sized reader #chubby!reader #chubby reader #bnha x chubby reader #boku no hero academia #mha x chubby reader #fluff #smut

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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peeping tom(mina)

— Mina finds a peephole in her room that looks directly into your room and discovers a sight that slightly rocks her entire life.

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pairing: ashido mina x fem!reader

warning: 18+, smut, voyeur!mina, mutual masturbation, vibrator, dildos, finger fucking, cursing, peephole, lesbianism

word count: 2,815

a/n: sorry its a day late!!!! have some pervy roommate mina rn and some abo shiggy in about a few hours!!!!

kinktober day 11 main kink: voyeurism | kinktober masterlist

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Mina has a dirty secret.

And just thinking about it makes her shy, and she has never been a shy girl.

Since she could fully understand what sex was, she had always been someone who was incredibly sex-positive. Mina was also a full-body worshiper, someone who found everyone’s bodies hot and attractive. It never really surprised anyone when they found this out. She was always the type to point out how that person’s ass looked hot in jeans, or how that shirt made that person’s boobs look full, soft, and luscious. She held back at absolutely nothing, making sure to let everyone know her opinion on how and why she currently found them attractive.

So the ones she would eventually bring to bed were also unsurprised by the enthusiasm she held when she kissed down their bodies, fingers massaging every piece of skin and muscle as she moaned praises. To Mina, bodies were a temple, and when she was visiting, she was going to make sure you knew how fascinating she thought it to be.

Even now, at twenty-two, she never hated pointing out what she thought to be positive about people’s bodies. It was almost second nature.

“Can you please tell me why your legs look hot as fuck in those sweats?!” Mina practically screamed, dramatically fanning herself when you walked into the kitchen.

It was Saturday night, and Mina found herself in her apartment, blinds are drawn open, blankets were strewn around the living room, and hot homemade food sizzling on the stove. You were her roommate, and you’ve been her roommate for about seven months now. Both of you had met in a college class, being paired up multiple times for a few projects in the year had created an unlikely friendship that resulted in a roommate contract because you were moving to Tokyo after graduation, and hey! So was Mina!

You snorted by the stove, flipping the sweet crepes you had been making for the both of you in the pan. Turning your head to look at Mina, you playfully winked at her, posing your body in faux-seductive ways while you dipped your head back.

“What can I say, the sweats of a heartbroken ex always look hotter on a champions fat ass.”

Mina laughed loudly, her hands bringing her sweet rosé to her lips, taking a long, deep drink of the alcoholic beverage. “I can’t believe you keep your exes clothes! I burn all of mine,” Mina states as if the two of you hadn’t already had this conversation a thousand times.

“I don’t think you can talk!” you scoff, spatula in hand, flipping the light sweet into a roll. “You’re the one who goes and buys actual metals for every successive man you fuck! And you have sooo many metals!”

Also, something that had been repeated a million times, and yet never failed to get either one of you two in some laughing flush.

“I do have so many metals,” Mina sighs, the grin on her face bright and proud while you walk over, crepes in hand. Thanking you for the food, Mina waited for you to settle down next to her before resuming the movie the two of you had decided to watch. “I promise, y/n, if you just look a guy in the eye and tell him you like his shoulders and his thighs, you’ll get him in bed in a blink of an eye.”

You hum, taking a chug of the rosé straight from the bottle, releasing it with a small pop that made Mina’s eyes rest on your swollen, wet lips.

“Yeah, no. You see, I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff,” you admit, taking a bite from the crepe as the movie slowly becomes background noise.

“You haven’t dated anyone since high school,” Mina more than points out, tugging at the indeed high school logoed sweatpants. “That was like, four years ago, and you don’t sleep around?! What is it? You waiting for the Prince of some unknown country to come and wed you without you realizing he’s a prince? I mean, you can totally do that, especially with that hot bod of yours, but I know all the princes our age, none of them are even remotely hot!”

Mina watched as your eyes dropped to your food, the smile on your face small, maybe a bit... sad?

“It’s not that,” you shrugged, your eyes moving to lock on Mina. “Mina, I’m gay.”

What?

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“WHAT?!”

A shit-eating grin spread on your face, and you nodded, taking another gulp of the rosé and shoving more crepe in your mouth.

“YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU ALLOWED ME TO HAVE HETEROSEXUAL SEX WITH YOU IN THE APARTMENT AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Mina shrieked, suddenly mortified with her actions as her fingers clenched her curly pink hair. “WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE MEN I TRIED HOOKING YOU UP WITH?! I mean, I know you didn’t fuck any of them, which ended up all fine because I would have cried if Kiri, Denki, or Sero stopped showing up.”

“Mina!” you laughed.

“I can’t believe you allowed me to force men on you; I’m so sorry, sweetie!”

Mina froze when your warm fingers suddenly grabbed onto hers, pulling her cold palms near your chest as your slightly glazed with alcohol eyes took her in.

“Listen, Mina, I’ll say this once, and I’ll repeat this. I didn’t tell you because I don’t care to share my sexuality. Not only that but all those men you introduced me to almost made me wish I was straight! Almost, but they’re a bit too…” Mina watched you trail off, your hammering heart a gentle smooth on her fingers.

“Stupid?” Mina tried, and you laughed as you nodded.

“Yeah, stupid.”

Mina gulped, her head nodding while you finally let go of her hands and sighed.

“Don’t be weird about it, Pinky,” you muse, shoving your shoulder against her. “I won’t hit on ya.”

Mina scoffed, clearly offended, “I think you should, though, my body is hot, and my kisses are just as good.”

It was said in jest, and Mina’s heart fluttered at the way you laughed with her in good spirits. That was normal, right?

Eventually, the contents of the rosé disappeared between the two of you, the movie long done, and the crepes sitting warm and sweet in your stomachs. Mina smiled brightly as she waved at you a simple goodnight as she needed to reorganize her snacks cabinet. Hearing the small click of your room door, Mina slumped against the counter, a weird feeling in her brain at the sudden revelation from you.

It didn’t make you any different in her eyes, she wasn’t a bigot, but there was something different.

Something new.

The cabinet wasn’t fixed up at all, Mina’s attention span forbidding her from reorganizing the cabinet until she turned off the lights and dragged her feet back into her room, conveniently located directly next to yours.

The apartment layout was weird.

Instead of a typical hallway separating the two rooms, it was a single, thin wall.

Now, Mina would categorize herself as many things, but dramatic was never one of them. But the way she had slammed her door in an attempt to clear the muggy storm of her thoughts might have been dramatic of her. Maybe a bit too dramatic.

A loud tear came from the right side of her room, and Mina gasped loudly as the shelf showcasing her plethora of medals for all her sexual conquests tore the wall as it fell off. Stupid heavy bitch! Racing over to the wall, Mina frantically grabbed at the tearing cheap wallpaper, her eyes wide with worry as she tried to fix the shelf to no avail.

“M-Mina, are you okay?” a gasped breath came from the direct another side of the wall.

“It’s all good!” Mina laughed loudly, her heart pounding because she was going to confess what was going on the second you asked again, as you usually do. But the only thing that followed was the roaring of her blood and heart as she stared at the wall.

Weird.

Mina didn’t dwell on it for too long, her hands throwing the medals off the shelf and onto the bed as she picked at the wall. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She grazed the center of the wall and watched in horror as the wall crumbled at the touch, and she bit her tongue to keep from hysterically sobbing as a hole opened up from your room to hers. All things considered, it wasn’t a big hole, no bigger than the diameter of her pinky, but it was still a hole in the wall.

Despite the crack in the wall, Mina swore or prayed that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Pressing to the hole, she peered in and froze immediately.

There weren’t many things in the world that made Mina freeze, but this was one of them. Her eye pressed to the wall saw that you were on the bed. Your sweats dropped around your ankles, shirt bunched above your breasts so that your fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples. The other hand held a vibrator to your clit.

Your face was scrunched up, the low hum of the vibrator suddenly piercing through the small crack in the wall, alerting Mina of a straight fire that erupted between her thighs as she watched you fuck yourself. The arch of your back when you come off the mattress makes her thighs rub together, and how your lips part in what she knows to be the most delicious moan, she’s ever managed to hear.

Mina isn’t sure when you stop masturbating that night, or even more importantly: when her panties became as fucking wet as they are.

She manages to put the shelf back onto the wall, her face absolutely red as she turns off the lights, ashamed to even go to the bathroom despite the discomfort of the slick between her folds. She dreams of having your mouth between her legs that night.

It doesn’t stop there, Mina’s ashamed to admit.

As a matter of fact, she’s probably obsessed.

She definitely didn’t keep her ear to the wall, desperately waiting to hear the low hum of the vibrator through the wall. She definitely didn’t pull the still broken shelf from the wall to peer through that crack to watch as you fucked yourself. She definitely does not, and she means, does not rub her fingers against her clit as she watches you.

But what was she currently doing when she heard the all too familiar consistent humming of one of your plenty of vibrators? She was stumbling off her bed, throwing the shelf off the wall, and using the crack in the wall to stare into your room. Except as she now unashamedly moved her fingers into her swats, fingertips grazing her already humming clit, she froze at the new sight she saw.

Typically, when you masturbated, you would lay along your bed. Your body laid out flat from the side for Mina to see. She never actually saw the slick of your cunt, or the way your pretty cunt would look like as you fucked yourself against a dildo. But today? Oh god, today was different.

You were propped up against the wall, your legs pressed open for Mina to see in all your glory. Your slicked, pretty pussy revealed for her eyes, and your head leaning against the wall as she watched.

Mina moaned as her fingers began to rub her clit, the already fluttering, simmering sensation radiating from her bundle of nerves too tight, too demanding to ignore. She circled her clit as your fingers dipped into your core, and she bit her lower lip at the refined look of elation that wiped over your face.

Your fingers moved in and out of your cunt, and Mina was hooked on the very exact angle your fingers were going in. Her mind wandering as she imagined that it was her in there with you. That it was her holding her fingers to your cunt, and not just fantasizes that drove her insane. Mina gasped as suddenly the dormant warmth in her legs sparked into a growing fire that made her legs shake and had her resting her forehead upon the wall.

Her eyes struggled to open when your feet kicked up off the mattress, toes curled to the balls of your feet as you keened loudly. A whimper left her lips at the way you moaned, the soft, beautiful sounds making Mina sink an impatient hand in her core.

She fucked herself, her eyes fluttering, lips gasping for air as she pressing her warm fingers against her even warmer walls. Mina gasped your name, her eyes trying to focus on that wall, and was absolutely frozen at the sight she saw next.

You were holding a double ended dildo to your cunt, fucking your sopping wet cunt that Mina swore she could hear from her room. The vibrator was still on your clit, and Mina snapped her hips further, stronger into her scissoring fingers. It felt like you were teasing her with the toy as if you knew she was watching in and were teasing and testing her limits. Mina could feel herself shoving that dildo as far up her cunt as she could get it, her hands holding on to your beautiful thighs and bringing you in so that your slick cunts could grind against each other, fuck each other properly. If her brain wasn’t so muddled, she wouldn’t be thinking you were looking at her right now through the peephole, and she wouldn’t be thinking about the million different ways she’d fuck you given the opportunity. She wondered if you had a strap. Would you wear it if her fantasies were to ever come true? Would she?

Mina couldn’t dwell on the secrets she wished to know because suddenly, you let out one of the loudest, most lewd moans Mina had ever heard emitted from your swollen lips. The slick of her heat and the wet of her essence easily letting her fingers glide about her clenching walls with practiced, well-known ease. You gasped, your eyes fluttering to the back of your head as your hand holding the dildo became more frantic, sloppier, before stopping altogether, and although you had reached an orgasm — Mina swore she saw god.

Your orgasmic euphoric face was unlike anything Mina had ever seen.

The flustered, quiet pleasure reeking from every small line in your face, the way your mouth dropped just enough so that your pink tongue was on full display, the way you fought between biting down on your lip or letting yourself moan in your high. But it was the way your eyes crossed that sent Mina’s forehead slamming against her fist on the wall, muting the way Mina felt her walls clench wildly and tightly around her curled, lithe fingers.

She breathed in her descent, her cheeks burning with the same and bliss she always felt after orgasming. It wasn’t fair she came so soon watching you fuck yourself, especially as she knew she typically took so long in bed with men to make cum.

“Do you want to try it out?” your voice slipped into the room, and Mina froze, her blood suddenly turning ice cold. Her eyes snapped back to the dirty peephole to see that you were, in fact, staring into the hole, hand sliding the dildo into your cunt still, still willing and ready to go more round. “It gets a little lonely putting on a show for you night after night, Mina, and for you to never come and collect your prize.”

Mina swallowed, her eyes blinking owlishly at the way you shifted forward, turning so that your ass was in the air, knees, and chest on the mattress.

You knew.

“Come and collect your prize, please.”

“Y-Yes!”

Mina learned two things that night.

One: she especially and equally enjoyed having listless amounts of body worship mantra on her skin. The feeling of wet lips and hot breathes with things she was so used to giving made her cum around your pretty little fingers much more than she’d ever thought possible.

Two: you had known after the first night that she had caught you masturbating. Apparently, Mina was much louder than she thought herself to be, and when whining your name — she doesn’t remember even speaking — you had known and did all you could to finally getting your impulsive roommate to fuck you.

Oh, and I guess there is one more thing too!

Three: Mina had the absolute hots for you and was going to take you out for a proper date, tomorrow.

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