#and i saw that I had like ten Kiri fics

[kirislovelygf]

my unruly heart (tsireya x fem! omaticaya reader)

contents: coming out, jake and neytiri being best parents, wlw, slight bullying, after neteyam’s death, you’re the oldest sully kid, secret relationship, gay lololol

a/n: i rewatched the prom on netflix twice this week and so this fic is based on song “unruly heart.” it made me cry and now i’m listening to it as i’m writing this. hope you like it 🫶🏽

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y/n knew from a young age she wasn’t like her siblings. she had four fingers and the attributes of her mother. and had the sarcastic attitude of her father.

but growing up, she never crushed on boys like her sister did. and when boys crushed on her, she did the most to avoid them and push them away.

“he was a nice boy, y/n. you’d be a fool not to go out with him.” kiri said one day as they walked back home through the forest.

“i’d be a fool if i went with him.” she retorted.

“he’s nice! and cute too.”

she rolls her eyes. “kiri, if you like him that much, then you date him.” she responded. kiri was taken aback at her sudden attitude.

“okay, i was just teasing. relax.” she shrugged.

y/n rolled her eyes and kept on walking.

“y/n, i’m sorry! if you don’t want to date him, there’s plenty of other guys that would love to be with you instead.” she called out.

“ugh, why do i have to be with any boy?” y/n groaned.

they walked past their friend, ewan. she was their friend they met while gathering fruits a couple weeks ago. she was kind to the girls.

“i see you, y/n, kiri.” she said softly, raising her accessorized hand up to her forehead.

the girls greeted her back and continued walking but y/n stared at her for a little longer than intended.

they made it to their home that was still in the trees. kiri and y/n were only ten years old at this point and their family had no need to live in the hallelujah mountains.

“what? boys? you talk about boys?” tuk exclaimed. she was only four years old and only knew a few words.

y/n chuckled and put her basket of fruit down in the corner.

“we were just saying boys are annoying and smelly and gross.” she chuckled as she picked up her four year old sister.

she kissed her cheek and went to put her down again.

she watched as she went to play with neteyam again and sat down with her thoughts.

her brother had girls drooling all over him all the time. she didn’t understand what they saw in him in terms of looks. her brother isn’t all that much to look at.

and kiri, sometimes all she talks about is the boys in the clan that have cute hair or are good hunters. and sometimes all she talks about is spider.

she didn’t understand it either. spider wasn’t much go look at either.

she was stuck with these thoughts for years.

the family was now living in the metkayina clan after the war against the demon ship. they had suffered the loss of their firstborn son and the responsibility of the eldest child went to y/n.

over two years had passed since the battle and now y/n was seventeen, turning eighteen. living on the reef was easier than it was two years ago.

the family missed neteyam more than anything, especially y/n. she wished she could ask him for advice. but they were able to find peace after years of mourning and sadness.

neteyam was the only one who ever knew about y/n and now she doesn’t know who to talk to other than tsireya.

she was worried about saying anything because she remembered how kiri was made fun of when they first arrived, being called a freak for being different.

while same-sex couples were considered normal in the omaticaya clan, she never thought about how the metkayina clan felt about them.

or how her parents felt about them. she never asked. they most likely don’t have a problem but what if they turned out to be angry? confused?

she couldn’t fathom the thought of them looking at her with such disgust and hate.

so she kept it hidden for as long as she could. and she did it successfully, until her family was suddenly obsessed with her being with the chief’s son.

they were good friends, her and ao’nung, but they didn’t feel the same way about each other. but their parents agreed that she’d make a great tsahìk with the right training.

but in their worry about their other kids and their behavior, they forgot to ask y/n what exactly she wanted. if she even wanted this arrangement at all.

she sat at the edge of her marui facing the shallow reefs while continuing to make a crochet top she started the other day.

as she looked at the string down in her lap, a face popped up in the water below her.

“hello, tsireya.” y/n mumbled, not looking up.

tsireya grumbled, creating bubbles that floated up to the surface. she lifted herself up and smiled.

“i’ll scare you one of these days.” she sighed. she took her hair and wrung out the water before flipping it back.

y/n chuckled quietly and continued her project.

tsireya bent down so y/n would look at her face.

y/n sighs and finally looks up. “i’m busy, tsireya.”

“too busy to talk to me?” she asked with pleading eyes.

y/n shakes her head softly. she puts her craft down and gives her attention to tsireya.

she knows that tsireya will guilt trip her way to get y/n’s attention but will let her do it anyway.

“are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head a bit.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about my parents. i have no idea how they will react.” she answered.

“i thought you already told them last night.” tsireya lifted herself up to sit next to her.

“i panicked. i couldn’t get the words out.” she admitted.

tsireya sighs and places her hand on y/n’s.

“i’m sorry. it’s okay, you will have another chance.” she said sweetly. y/n looks up to smile at her.

she sighs and looks out onto the other maruis lining the beaches of the island.

“i wish neteyam were here. he’d know what to do.” she muttered.

“i know you miss him.” tsireya mumbled. their hands interlocked as tsireya rubbed her thumb on her skin softly.

“what happened to make you so nervous?” she asked.

“my siblings. lo’ak was stressing my dad out again, kiri and tuk were play fighting while my mom was breaking them up. they were stressed and tired and i didn’t want to upset them.” y/n said, recalling the events of last night.

“i have an idea.” tsireya gasped. y/n glanced at her. “what is it?” she smiled.

“i will take your siblings out so you have the night to yourself with your parents. they will not be stressed and you can talk to them.” she said.

y/n thinks it over for a moment. “okay.. that might work-“

“great! i’ll go tell lo’ak and kiri right now.” she starts to stand but y/n quickly stops her and gets her to sit back down.

“wait! uh- uhm..” she tried to come up with an excuse on the spot but came up with nothing.

“are you still not ready?” tsireya sighed out.

“i feel like i am! but.. what about ao’nung? our parents have our future decided for us. what will happen when i tell them that their future for me isn’t what i want?”

“you won’t know unless you tell them. they will understand when they realize you want to be with someone for love.” tsireya says.

she takes both of y/n’s hands in hers and holds them.

“i’m scared, tsireya.” y/n whispered.

tsireya clicks her tongue and pulls y/n into her side to hug her.

“i’m so sorry, my love. i wish i could help more.” she said softly.

“if you don’t want to, we will not do it. you can tell them when you are ready.” she muttered.

the creaking of the woven pathways caught the girls' attention and they pulled away from each other.

y/n sniffs and rubs her face while tsireya lets out a nervous sigh while rubbing her hands on her thighs.

they look behind them to see jake coming in with neytiri behind him. they’re carrying food for dinner tonight.

“hey, girls.” jake greeted kindly.

“hey, dad. we were just talking.” she said quickly, like she had been caught.

he looks at his daughter weird for a moment. “i see that..”

“where are your siblings?” neytiri asked.

“they’re playing with the ilu. i just came to check on y/n but i am leaving now.” tsireya said with a smile.

she jumps down from the marui into the water and pats y/n’s knee.

“i love you.” tsireya whispered. y/n smiled and whispered it back before tsireya swan away.

“she’s a good friend. checkin’ up on you.” jake said to her.

“yeah. a great friend.” y/n sighed out.

“y/n, come help your mother make dinner.” neytiri said, starting a fire. y/n turns and gets up to help neytiri.

later that night, tsireya didn’t carry out her plan while knowing how y/n was against it. so they ate dinner, talked for a while, before going to sleep.

y/n couldn’t though. in the middle of the night, she found herself sitting at the edge of the marui again while staring at the bioluminescence living in the water.

she was so deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear her dad wake up and walk over.

she gasped lightly when he sat down beside her.

“you scared me.” she chuckled lightly.

“sorry, sweetheart.” he muttered, rubbing her back a bit.

she sighs and looks at the water again.

“what’s wrong? why can’t you sleep?” he asked.

“i had a lot on my mind.” she shrugged in response.

jake nods and looks at the water.

“is it ao’nung? are you worried about him?”

y/n’s breath hitches. “yeah, sort of,” she nodded.

“what is it? you two will make great leaders, you don’t have to worry.” he said.

“it’s not that, dad.” she looks up at him.

“oh.. then what is it?” he asks gently.

“i… don’t like ao’nung like that. he is my friend.” she said.

his eyes widen a bit. “aw, sweetheart, why didn’t you say anything? i never would have suggested you be together if i knew.” he says softly.

y/n hugs herself as her stomach tightens from the nerves.

“if you don’t want to be with him, you know what? that’s perfectly okay. you don’t have to be with him to be tsahìk. you can rule together but not.. you know, together.”

she looks up at him. “really? but what about his parents? and mom?”

“we can talk it out. but i’m not gonna force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. i couldn’t bear that.” he said, gently wrapping an arm around her.

she feels small relief but is still worried about telling him.

“so, you can tell me. why don’t you like him? is it the..” jake points to his lips. “the fish lips?”

“dad.” y/n chuckled.

“come on. what, is it the attitude?”

“i mean.. he is nice and more mature than when we met but.. uhm..”

her nails dig into her arm slightly.

jake leans over to see her face clearly. he sees she wants to say something. he moves a braid from her face and tucks it behind her ear.

“hey, you okay?” he asks.

she looks up at him slightly. “you can tell me anything, you know that. i’m your dad.” he reminded her.

she stared at him for a moment.

“i don’t like ao’nung.. because he is a boy.”

jake’s eyes widen at those words. he watched as tears began to form in his daughters eyes.

“oh..”

“i understand if you’re disappointed.”

“no, no. y/n, i’m not-“

y/n covers her mouth and all jake think to do is hug her. to remind her that he loved her.

“i’m not disappointed in you. i’m so proud of you, know that?” he muttered.

“what?” y/n looks up. “but i messed everything up.”

“you didn’t mess up a thing.” he told her.

he cups her face with one hand. “you are my daughter. i could never be disappointed in you or angry at you for something you can’t control.”

y/n started to cry even more. “and listen to me. there is nothing you could ever say to get me to stop loving you. do you understand? nothing.”

“all i ever wanted was for my kids to be happy and to grow up to be with someone for love.”

she nods. he pulls her in again as she cries softly while hugging back. “i love you, sweetheart.”

“i love you, dad.”

he hugs her for a little moment longer.

“dad-“

“yeah?”

“you’re hurting my ribs.”

he looks down and kissed the top of her head one more before letting her go, making her breath heavily.

“jeez, dad.” she laughed quietly.

“i’m sorry. i just love you so much, sweetheart.” he rubs her head gently and she chuckled.

he pats her shoulder once. “let’s get some sleep, yeah? you’ve had a stressful day.” he says.

“okay.” y/n nods. he goes to his side of the marui to sleep next to neytiri while y/n goes to her corner to get some rest.

the next morning, y/n leaped out of her corner, put away her mat and blanket and ran out of the marui before her siblings could even yawn awake.

neytiri was making their breakfast when she ran out without warning. “y/n, your breakfast!”

she runs off and neytiri huffs. she looks over at jake who’s plating the food for the kids.

“is she okay?” she asked him.

he looks up at her and then back down at his task. “you’ll have to ask her.” he shrugged.

neytiri stays staring at him, waiting for him to spill it.

“i’m not telling you.” he muttered in a sing-songy tone

she hissed quietly and continued cutting vegetables. jake laughs to himself before getting up to wake up the kids.

y/n ran to the reef where tsireya was every morning, collecting food for her breakfast.

“tsireya!” y/n yelled out. tsireya was standing by rocks in shallow water that reached below her knee. she looks up to see y/n running at her.

y/n threw her arms around tsireya, almost knocking her over into the water.

“whoa- good morning.” she laughed.

y/n pulls away and holds her by the shoulders.

“i told my dad.” she smiled brightly.

tsireya gasps. “no!”

“yes!”

“when!?”

“last night! it went great, better than i though!” she exclaimed.

tsireya squeals and they hug while rocking in place in each other’s arms.

“oh, i’m so proud of you, y/n! i knew you could do it.” she laughed out.

they pull away for a moment. “what did he say?”

“he just said he wanted the best for me a that he still loved me. and i was so happy, j started crying and- ugh, i’m just so glad he finally knows.” she sighed out.

“this is amazing, y/n. wait, does.. does your mother know too?” tsireya asked, tilting her head.

y/n breathed out. “oh. uh, no. she doesn’t.”

“okay..”

“i forgot i have to tell her too.” she chuckled.

“it’s okay. i am positive she will have the same reaction as your father.” tsireya smiled. her hands rested on y/n’s shoulders while y/n’s hands were holding onto her arms.

“i was so excited to have my dad know uh..” y/n sighed.

tsireya thinks for a moment. “oh, i have to tame the baby ilu today. maybe i can take your siblings with me so it is just you and your parents.” she shrugged.

“okay.. yeah, please.” y/n nodded. tsireya smiles.

“okay, tell them when you go to eat breakfast.” she says. she kissed y/n’s cheek softly before y/n made her way home.

telling neytiri went perfectly, more than perfect. she responded with nothing short of love and support.

she kissed her face a bunch and kept reminding her that she loved her so much.

it made y/n realize she had nothing to worry about. her parents have spent years telling their kids that they love them.

her father moved their entire lives to protect them. her mother defended them when others called them demons.

that night, y/n went to visit tsireya again. they sat at the beach with the calming sounds of the waves crashing against the beach accompanying their voices.

“and she kept hugging me and during dinner, she gave me extra fruit and my siblings were jealous. it was great.” y/n sighed.

“i’m so happy for you. i knew you were strong enough to tell them one day.” tsireya said.

y/n looks at her and then down at her hand. she holds tsireya’s in hers.

“thank you for believing in me. and encouraging me. i couldn’t have told them without your love and support.” y/n said softly.

tsireya laughs softly and her ears perked up.

“i will always be here for you. to talk, to listen, to be there.” she muttered.

tsireya’s hand raised up to cup y/n’s face and she leans into her touch.

“i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone. you’re independent and strong and i admire you so much.” she said.

y/n smiled and looks down. “i’m not strong, i-“

“you are. i saw how you were there for your siblings after neteyam.” tsireya said softly.

y/n looks up slightly. “you’re an amazing girl. and i thank eywa everyday that i was able to have the pleasure of meeting you.”

y/n smiled and threw her arms around tsireya, making them both laugh out.

“i love you more, tsireya.” y/n sighed out.

tsireya hugs her tighter before they pull away to kiss.

they’ve kissed millions of times in secret but to kiss with people now knowing, it was a different feeling.

y/n wanted to shout her love for tsireya from the highest hallelujah mountains for all of pandora to hear.

having to hide was a pain but having to hide her love for tsireya was worse.

the next day, she brought tsireya to their home to properly introduce her to her parents.

while jake and neytiri shared their congratulations and embarrassed y/n with thousand of questions, she didn’t let go of tsireya’s hand once.

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a/n: if you ever need to talk to someone when having trouble with coming out to friends or family, or even coming to terms with your sexuality yourself, i and many others are available to talk and to listen.

love you, beautiful 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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❄️ Keeping Warm ❄️

• Pairing: Kirishima & Devyn @bakudarling & Bakugo

• Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI. Aged Up Characters ((late 20s)) Dom/Sub Dynamics. Throat Grab. Drinking. Some Spit.

• Contains: Dom Kiri. Switch Baku. Oral ((M Receiving)). Cockwarming ((In Secret)). Size Difference. Praise. Very Light Deg. Nicknames Used: Babe, Baby, Cutie, Love, Good Girl & Slut.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/bakudarling! I cannot thank you enough for partaking in the event, Dev! I really hope you love your Holi-Date with Ei & Kat. The event is still ongoing so if anyone else would like to participate, just follow the link.

• Word Count: 2,200ish

Katsuki had been looking forward to this vacation with the two of you for months! He stared at the dates on his calendar frequently. The little cabin on the lake during the off-season sounded perfect to him. There wouldn’t be tourists around; he could just sit in the nice, warm living room and admire the beautiful views, wrapped up in a cozy blanket with the two people he loved most in the world. 

And everything was going so well too. Eijiro drove and made damn good time despite the freshly fallen snow. Katsuki made delicious snacks for the drive. And you put on a playlist that had the three of you singing practically the whole way. 

The cabin was perfect, exactly as described in the listing he saw. The three of you got all the bags inside just as night settled in, and the snow and wind really decided to pick up. A small bead of worry grew in your husband’s chest when he looked up at the clouds turning from fluffy white to a dull gray. He shook the feeling off though. The cabin was safe and warm; even if the weather did take a turn, you’d all be fine. 

Of course, what he hadn’t accounted for was the power going out several hours later…

“Are you kidding me!” He howled louder than the wind outside while he was in the middle of putting away dishes from dinner. 

“Just give it a second, babe. Maybe it’ll come right back?” You tried to remain optimistic, but one minute passed, then two, pretty soon ten, and still no sign of it returning. 

Eijiro put a hand on his husband’s back and set the towel he’d been drying dishes with down on the counter. “I keep that little generator in the back of the jeep. We can bring in that heater on the patio–” 

“Oh! And we can build a fire! They had chopped wood by the front door!” 

“Great idea, baby!” 

You started to bundle up, but Eijiro was having no part of it. “I’ll get the generator and firewood,” He kissed your forehead, “Why don’t you go get blankets and pillows? We can make ourselves a little fort?”

“See Kat, ‘s not so bad.” Eijiro chuckled and leaned back on his elbows since sitting up straight in the fort that had been constructed wasn’t an option for the mountain of a man. 

“Kinda romantic with all the candles you lit.” You kissed Katsuki’s cheek, but he just grumbled and wrapped one of the many blankets he’d accumulated around himself even more. 

“It’s not gonna be romantic when we all end up frozen!” 

You’d made it through two rounds of Candy Land with your husbands and many games of Love Letter that somehow Katsuki always managed to win. They were two of the few games you found tucked away in the lake house. In the time you played though, the temperature had only continued to drop, and Katsuki kept getting colder and colder. 

He had three blankets to himself and was reaching for a fourth. Two over his lap, one over his shoulders. You were pretty sure he was gonna wrap this one around his head. 

“Where you goin’?” Katsuki tracked Eijiro with his eyes while the redhead clambered awkwardly out of the fort. “You’re like our main source of warmth!” 

“Then cuddle our wife if you’re so scared of freezing!” 

Both of you lost sight of where Eijiro went, but his suggestion was still a good one. Katsuki’s freed his arms from the blanket long enough to grab you and bundle you right up with him. He was sure there’d be whining from Eijiro when he came back, but for the time being, he didn’t care one bit. “So warm…” 

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hands ventured under your shirt, making you jolt at the cold contact. He pressed warm kisses just under your ear and cupped your breasts like his own personal hand warmers, but it only made you wiggle and squirm even more. “If you keep movin’ around my lap like that, you’re gonna end up warming something else f’me.” 

That didn’t exactly deter you though. You just wiggled with more purpose now. “Damn it, Dev, ‘m not kiddin’.” 

“I know you’re not,” You giggled right back, and that was more than enough for him. 

He worked his hands down your body, hooking his thumbs into the band of your leggings and panties all in one go, and yanked them down, and next came his own pants. 

“Oh, fuck–” You hummed contently when he slid his length inside you, keeping you seated perfectly in his lap while he wrapped the blankets around you again. “Think Ei’s gonna know?” 

“Not if you stay quiet.” But he sure as hell wasn’t gonna make that easy for you. Not right now, at least. 

He was rolling his hips every chance he got. One of his hands snaked up your body until he had his fingers wrapped around your neck. “You can be my good little slut and stay quiet, can’t ya?” You whined and nodded your head, already rocking your hips back against him, making him smirk against your warm skin. “Atta girl.” 

The only thing that drew your attention away from what Katsuki was doing with you was the delicious smell of hot cocoa as it flooded the air, the aroma quickly making its way into the fort.  

“How the hell did he–?” Katsuki was about to poke his head out when Eijiro reappeared with three steaming mugs in hand and the proudest grin on his face. 

“To help keep the cold away,” He chuckled and passed each of you a mug with a kiss to the top of your head before settling back in the spot he claimed with his own steaming mug. 

“How?” Katuski asked before even taking a sip. 

“I didn’t just have the generator. I also had that little stove from our stakeout a couple weeks back. Plugged it in and,” He made a fancy flourish around his cup. 

You took a drink through the layer of marshmallows he put on top and tasted the chocolatey liquid, eyes going wide when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Babe! It’s so good!” The excited little bounce you gave made Katsuki groan. 

“That mean you like it too, Kat?” He quirked a brow and tipped his cup back again. 

“Yeah, ‘s okay.” 

Eijiro shrugged because he knew that was about the highest praise he could receive from the blonde when it came to cooking something and started to set up the game board for another round.

Of course, this game had to be the most challenging yet. The whole time, Katsuki had to stretch around you to make his moves, pushing his cock further into you. There were times you swore you bit your tongue hard enough for it to bleed just to keep a moan from spilling over. 

It took Eijiro until the game was nearly over to question what could’ve been going on. 

“Hey man, why don’t you lose one of the blankets? Dev’s face is looking all rosy.” 

You didn’t even need to look to know Katsuki started smirking like a damn cat. “That so?” He bucked his hips, and this time, you couldn’t hide the little moan. Eijiro’s garnet eyes went wide, and you got to watch as the realization hit him, and a smirk settled over his face too. 

“Awe, our perfect little wife really is keepin’ you nice and warm, huh, babe?”

“Gods, Ei, she’s doin’ such a good job…” He trails off now that the facade is shattered and he can really move inside your walls. 

Eijiro takes his time and moves the game out of the way, not wanting to lose any of the pieces (or have someone step on one). He watched as the blankets start to roll off Katsuki. The man reached a hand up and dismantled the fort so he could have you on your hands and knees and fuck you properly, all while Eijiro lowered his shorts. His heavy cock rested against his stomach before he lazily started to stroke it. 

“What about me, cutie? Can you keep me nice and warm too? With your mouth?” He beckoned you forward with a finger and groaned when you licked him from base to tip. “Shit, baby–” Your hand replaced his own, so much smaller, not even able to wrap completely around his thickest part. Sharp teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched your mouth open and stretch just to take him in and it took everything he had not to bridge his hips and push all the way in, all at once. 

Katsuki’s pace picked up, holding onto your hips and thrusting into you enough that with each rut of his hips, you took a little more of Eijiro down your throat. You felt his hand settle atop your head, threading the purple strands through his fingers, tugging you lightly back and forth while his head tipped back in sheer pleasure. 

A glob of spit trailed down your ass, and Katsuki only pulled himself free long enough to catch it with the tip of his weeping cock and add it to the mess that was becoming your cunt. He couldn’t get over the way your hole would flex, wanting him stuffed back inside so badly. 

When he did slide home again, he reached around to your lower belly and pressed down, making you try and cry out at the added pressure, but Eijiro’s cock was too far down your throat for the noise to really escape. That didn’t stop fat tears from rolling down your cheeks though. 

“What’s the matter, cutie? Too much?” Eijiro cooed and swiped away your tears while you shook your head with your mouth still full. “Such a good cock slut.” You could see his pupils blown wide just before he pushed you down on his length. “Gonna lemme fill your cunt up next, baby? Or does Kat need a load so he can quit bitchin’ about bein' cold?” 

He leaned forward and grabbed Katsuki by his chin. “Whatcha say, pretty boy?” The blonde's thrusts got a little less erratic, but you felt his cock starting to throb in your heat. “Lemme fuck you while you clean your cum outta our wife, get her nice and ready for me?” 

“Hell yes, Ei.” He breathed after a moment. You always grinned just a little when Katsuki gave in to what you and Eijiro wanted, which was honestly more often than not, but it never got old. 

You started fucking back on Katsuki, using his cock, until you felt Eijiro’s hand leave your hair and move lower. Calloused fingers went right for your clit. “That’s it, pretty girl. Gonna make him cum like that. Want both of you t’cum f’me.” He urged you on, and you could feel Katsuki’s grip on you getting tighter and tighter, bruising your hips until little sparks left his palms, singeing your skin right up until you felt that first wave of cum fill you. 

Mixed with Eijiro’s fingers and Katsuki’s twitching cock, you finished with a choked sob, mouth still full. Eijiro waited for you to start coming down again before returning his hands to your hair. “Ready for me, cutie?” You nodded, and he held your head still between strong hands, fucking up into you over and over until you had cum shooting down your throat, leaking out around both their cocks now. 

He slipped his cock from your mouth just as Katsuki collapsed onto your back, arms winding around you, which left you to wrap yours right around Eijiro. 

“Alright,” He laughed at the way the two of you tuckered out and was happy to put plans on hold, “Naps first.” 

Eijiro’s hands moved slowly, brushing through Katsuki’s soft hair and tracing the ivy of your tattoo until he too, fell asleep.

As the three of you slept, the storm finally calmed down. A fresh blanket of white snow covered every inch of the landscape. 

Light had just barely begun to show for the day, the world still cast in a blue haze, but you woke up to the sound of electricity coming back on, the whir of the furnace springing to life. Somehow, you managed to wiggle out from between the two men and walked out onto the enclosed patio with a blanket wrapped around you. 

The cabin had the most beautiful view of the frozen-over lake and the verdant trees with their snowy pillows. It was more than enough to take your breath away. 

You felt a pair of arms encircling you just a few minutes later, and, from the scars that covered their hands and arms, you knew it was Eijiro before he hooked his chin over your shoulder, kissing your cheek and whispering his usual rough, “Mornin’, love.” 

There was another pair of red eyes on you though, leaning against the doorway, taking in the scene before him that made his heart swell. He would’ve stood there for hours, watching Eijiro and you hold each other close, but when you turned your head and held out your hand with wiggling fingers wanting him to join too, it was impossible to resist. 

Coffee and breakfast and the whole rest of the day could wait. He was going to enjoy this beautiful view, wrapped up in a cozy blanket, with the two people he loves most in the whole world. 

#mha #mha fic #bnha #bnha fic #kirishima #bakugou #kirishima fic #bakugo fic #kirishima smut #bakugo smut #kiribaku x self insert #kiribaku x oc #kirishima fluff #bakugo fluff #scar’s winter event ⛄️ #event status: open ❄️

[lost-girl-2021]

I don’t know if this is too much, but after reading cap 13 of Days Into Decade ima need a what if the squad aka Quaritch’s friends raised spider instead or the McGreggors

Here are some thoughts on Spider if he’d been raised by Lyle Wainfleet & co. after they’d gotten out of prison (in my Days to Decades modern AU fic):

They have absolutely no clue how to raise a child. Before and after getting out of prison, Lyle takes parenting classes through the prison and DCFS and does his best to get ready for the ten-year-old he's about to raise for the next five years. But, when he actually gets said child, he's unsure if everything he offers is too complex or too babyish, so he just panics and puts on Bluey the first night. Spider, though maybe a little old for it, has been stuck watching cocomelon for the past year with his baby foster sister, so he's happy with talking dogs. Lopez comes over later in the night with Ja and Z-Dog and all five of them end up arguing about muffin until Spider falls asleep on the couch.

Spider's hair isn't in dreads probably, but I imagine if he was with the Sully's before Lyle or just neighbors with them while living with the McGregor's (readers choice) he'd probably still rock long hair. I also like to imagine that he probably has no clue how to take care of it and from ages ten to thirteen, one of his various aunts or uncles has to spend an hour detangling it for him after every wash. Eventually, he gets a healthy dose of teenage angst and insists he can do it himself, but I imagine that when he's particularly tired or just had a bad day he wordlessly chucks a brush at his uncle Lyle and sits on the floor in front of the couch, waiting.

Spider would (after getting assurances from the squad about how much Quaritch loves/misses him) probably go to visit his father in prison and talk to him on the phone as much as possible. By the time Quaritch gets out of prison, he'd be so fucking hyped to see his dad. Like, he'd even clean his teenage-filth-ridden room just for the occasion.

Lyle definitely lost Spider in a mall/grocery store/restaurant once. Like, Spider (and probably Kiri, tbh) is probably the kind of kid who just sees something cool and dips. What, a Pikachu plush the size of a large toddler? Must get closer. I also think it'd be funny if he met Kiri this way. Dad of (Too) Many Jake and Fun-Uncle Lyle are panicking in a Walmart. Jake's got Tuk strapped to his chest and Lo'ak is on a child leash while Neteyam sleeps in the cart, cuddling a bag of oranges. Kiri had been on her own child leash, but Jake realized as he reached for cereal that the neon orange child's backpack was limp on the ground.

Spider quickly became a leash child after Lyle saw Lo'ak and Jake. He thought it was a great idea, really. Less grey hairs for uncle Lyle. It wasn't until Spider was twelve that he finally convinced his uncle that he didn't need the monkey backpack (also how he got the nickname monkey boy from Kiri).

This is all I have for now, but there are so many young Spider ideas I have (modern au and normal cannon wise).

#atwow #avatar #atwow spider #spider avatar

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I have a question about "Nocorro accidentally mated au"

How does everyone know what happened between Neteyam and Spider? How did they find out? 🙀

Hi! (Loving your chat GTP nocorro fics, they are so soulless and funny to me. I don't use AI so it kills me how slightly off it feels). I have answered this already! Here is that link, but, I will use this opportunity to answer with something I had been cooking up for a seperate post. How does Mo'at find out?

Here are my thoughts. I'm thinking if we take what the original anon said, which is that Mo'at can immediately identify that Neteyam has mated, then it stands to reason that she can instantly tell with Spider the next time she sees him. The Mo'at and Spider agenda that ensues has gotta be insane. I've taken some creative liberties, as the og anon stated that Spider and Neteyam had sex the day before Neteyam's iknimaya because after he would have to start looking for a mate as he is officially a man in the clans eyes. It is actually the uniltaron that is that final trial, so I've adjusted to the day before that. I was going to have Spider not show up the day after they would've had sex, but I think Spider still wouldn't miss Neteyam's ceremony for anything.

-Spider does not come back to the village the day after Neteyam's uniltaron. It's not something Mo'at notices right away, caught up in the surprise and chaos from the day before. But she overhears Kiri and Lo'ak talking about how odd it is that he isn't around with no warning that he had a duty to fulfill for the sky people the day before, and Lo'ak says it's not like Spider to miss village drama, even if it's about Neteyam.

-She's been meeting with Neteyam in the early mornings, sorting herbs and listening to the forest in silence. It's halfway an apology; this break from the chaos of his home at the moment. She had blurted out his secret in front of his family without even consulting him, just simply out of shock. She knows he doesn't blame her, knows he didn't even intend for this, and that he's too young to make such a decision, but she still feels bad. It was tactless.

-It's not until two days later that she sees Spider. She can see exactly what she saw when she saw her grandson the morning of his uniltaron; that he is forever changed, his soul permanently bonded. She has learned from her last shock and doesn't say anything out loud, but only just. Therefore when Spider meets her gaze, he can see it all over her face.

-It's kind of heartbreaking. She's always been certain he was a child of Eywa, and this is definitive proof that he won't let anyone see. A gift of great happiness hidden in the dark like it's shameful. Almost all of the child's life he's been a secret indulgence of Mo'at's, and her his. They weave his songcord together the two of them, without his whole family to witness. She hates that he's bound to be someone else's secret now. But he's looking at her so pleadingly, so she keeps her mouth shut.

-Na'vi are very open with their children, answering any questions they might have from a very young age. Neteyam knows about mating rituals, which is all the more frustrating. Neteyam doesn't need her advice, so she tries with Spider. He's not stupid, he grew up with only Na'vi children, but no one had ever bothered to explain a mating bond to him. Why would they? She tries to explain to him that a fresh bond requires contact, a reaffirmation of the bond. Almost constant reassurance to the soul that their new other half is still there, until it grows used to distance and time with trust. Mo'at knows for certain that Neteyam has been officially/unofficially grounded and never out of Jake and Neytiri's sight since this revelation, just as well as she knows that Spider hasn't been within ten yards of the Sully's home since. Distance for a bond this fresh is not healthy for either of them. But Spider is as stubborn as Neteyam.

-She requests Spider help her early the next morning. She doesn't think Neteyam will mind this particular disturbance in their quiet mornings. They spend the time sorting, shoulders pressed together and knees touching, but it's about as good as it gets in her presence. She's fairly certain the distance has to be physically painful at this point, but she wouldn't know, because no idiots have bonded and then steadfastly ignored each other before in living memory.

-Finally she sends the two of them to get her a particular plant, one that only grows at a waterfall about an hours walk through the forest away. Lo'ak is seconds away from complaining about how he got plenty of that for her last week in front of Neytiri, so she has to send him and Kiri to get something on the other side of the forest to shut him up. She hopes Eywa will forgive her for taking a little more than is needed from the forest today, but her worries are assuaged when the two boys come back entirely sans plant.

#got so into my mo'at era #she's like “i will not out another grandson goddammit” #but i'm this close #mo'at #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neteyam sully #nocorro #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #neytiri sully #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

I’m realizing more and more that this blog is honestly just me fangirling over Kirishima almost daily

And you know what? I’m fine with that

#i looked at my masterlist today trying to figure out what to do with it #and i saw that I had like ten Kiri fics #where everyone else has like three #its the monogamy #i remember my last obsession where i did crush on a few characters at the same time #but I did eventually settle with just the one #i guess history repeats itself #i still like the other boys but its clear i have a bias #like #when i open requests for spring break which i'm planning to do #i was going to say no kirishima or bakugou requests #since literally all my requests generally include either one or both #and hardly anyone else #but then it occurred to me that actually they're some of my favorites to write for #and i don't really want to close them? #idk i'm just rambling #i feel like i had a point to this #meh kiri supremacy #sugar spam

[jadequeen88]

Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki​ and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward. 

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

 “Big Red <3” 

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him. 

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on. 

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss. 

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests. 

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped. 

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree. 

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. 

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.” 

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?” 

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. 

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure. 

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out. 

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit. 

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks. 

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body. 

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.” 

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker. 

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours. 

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp. 

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug. 

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands. 

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all. 

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 2.

Part 1- Here

Next- Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate

Where we left off-

You twisted the hem of your shirt, silence growing as you thought. Your mother wasn’t saying anything new. On your lonelier days, like today, the words sounded eerily similar to your own thoughts. If this conversation had happened on any other day, you knew how forceful your ‘No!’ would be. But today was today.

“Okay.” Your whisper seemed more like a shout into the quiet. “I’ll do it. I’ll go.”

“You will? Oh Y/N! How wonderful! Since I already said yes, of course. You’ll need to come home right away, the omiai is the day after tomorrow, and we need to get you a proper outfit!”

“So soon?” Your mind raced. Bakugou was still in heat. What would you do? There was no way… Your thoughts slowed. But there was a way. Plenty of ways. Katsuki had many friends that could look after him. Friends he was actually comfortable letting into his apartment. You knew he’d let Kirishima take care of him. Mina absolutely could convince him to eat and drink, no matter how grumpy he was. There was a pain in your chest as a familiar thought wound through your brain. Katsuki didn’t need you. He never had. As if in a fog, you heard yourself saying, “I’ll need a little bit to take care of some things here; but I can be home tonight. See you soon.” You heard your mother happily continue rambling even as you hung up. You stared at the wall for a few minutes, unseeing. You were really doing this, huh? Pushing yourself up, you rummaged around your kitchen; finding bags and filling them with snacks and drinks. Before you could think better of it, you dialed Kirishima. He answered on the fourth ring. “Hey dude! What’s up?” “Kiri, I need your help. Can you come over now? I’ll explain when you get here.” “Yeah man, I’ll be right over. Hang tight.” A few short minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to see a tall, concerned looking redhead. You ushered him inside as you went back to the kitchen, continuing to make up care packs. “Hey, now what is it, Y/n? It sounded serious.” “It is and it isn’t,” you say; looking over at him as you shove gatorade into bags. “There’s a… family emergency. I need to go home right away for a few days.” “Ouch, that’s rough man! It’s Bakubro having his heat right now?” “Exactly. That’s why I need your help. Can you bring one of these bags to him each day? Make sure he eats and drinks at least? I know he trusts you.”

Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. “Of course man! Anything to help!” He looked over the supplies, inconspicuously checking what you’d already packed. “You want to scent some stuff for him before you go too?” You shook your head, forcing yourself not to wince as you lied to your friend yet again. “I’d better not. I don’t want to give him a bag of stuff soaked in distressed alpha scent. Besides, I scented some stuff for him this morning; that should be enough.”

Kirishima frowned but nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Have you told him yet?”

You shake your head. “No. No reason to stress him out until I know for sure what I’m dealing with, and call when I have a better idea. Might not even take a full day if I’m lucky.” “Yeah, hopefully. It’s really shit timing, isn’t it.” You nod as you place the last of the bags on the counter, satisfied with your work. “It is. But I trust you to take care of him. You’re a great alpha like that.” Kirishima chuckled and preened at the praise. “I am great, aren’t I? I’ll do my best, but I’m no match for you.” You give a small, tight smile as you walk to your junk drawer, rummaging until you find one of your spare keys. You chuck it at your friend, who catches it easily. “Here. This way you can let yourself in and just grab a bag each day.”

“Can do, Dudette! Anything else?”

You considered as you retrieved a duffle bag, making a mental list of what you’d need to pack. “Not really? I haven’t told anybody else that I’m going yet. Wasn’t sure if I should ask Mina or some of the others to check in too. You know how Bakugou can be with his heats, and I want to make sure he’s comfortable.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’ll probably wait til tomorrow and see what he wants to do.” Kiri watched you as you paced around. “Need any help packing?”

You nodded with half a smile. “Yeah. Thanks, Kiri.”

In a few short hours you were packed with enough supplies for a few days, and on a train headed home. Your mother had agreed to meet you at the station. The scenery rushed by a window in a blur. Your eyes were unfocused as you watched the view whip by. You were really doing this. For the first time in years, you were leaving your omega… No. You were leaving Katsuki alone for his heat. You were leaving him alone so you could go to a marriage date. To meet an omega theoretically with the intention of bonding. Guilt weighed heavily on you as you exited the train hours later. You saw your mother waving to you from across the station. This was it. No turning back now.

~~~

Bakugou growled as the morning light streamed in his window, smacking him across the eyes. He wished he could just sleep until the whole fucking heat was over. He hated everything about it. He hated the itching of his skin, the hazy fog affecting his brain, the slimy slick that oozed out of him steadily. He hated the burning need to fuck and breed and to have his alpha close. Bakugou snarled to himself. He refused to be a slave to his weak ass biology. He wasn’t some weak, pitiful, flower. He was a top ten hero! He was going to be number one! And the next bastard who told him he should be home tending to his pups and letting an alpha take care of him was going to get an explosion up the ass. As if he needed some knotted headed alpha. Bakugou glanced at his clock, frowning when he saw the time. Usually his alpha would be here by now to drop off his care bag. He scratched at the swollen, irritated scent glands on his neck. It’s not like he fucking cared if Y/N was late. Just, he couldn’t remember the last time she had been. And maybe he was getting antsy because the strength of his heat scent was already starting to overpower the scented blanket he had woven into his nest, close to his pillows.

A knock sounded from the door, and with a relieved huff Bakugou rushed to answer it. He took a deep breath in to calm himself, before flinging the door open.

“About fucking time you showed up, shitty…” He trailed off as his brain registered the tall, red-headed man standing in front of him was very much not his alpha. “What the fuck are you doing here, shitty hair?”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Hey man, sorry not to call beforehand, but I told Y/N I wouldn’t.” Confused, Bakugou looks Kirishima up and down again, this time spotting the familiar bag the redhead was holding. “What the fuck are you doing with my stuff? Where’s my shitty alpha?” Kiri frowned and held up the bag. “Don’t call Y/N shitty. She asked me to bring this over. Look, man, can I just come in and explain what’s going on?”

Reluctantly, Bakugou stood aside holding the door open as his friend came in. The blond stuck his head into the hallway, half looking for his alpha. His inner omega growing restless when there was no sign of you. With a grumble, he slammed the door, turning to where his friend had thrown himself onto the sofa. “So what the fuck, Kirishima? Where’s Y/N? Why didn’t she come here herself?”

Kiri tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. “She had some sort of family emergency and had to go home for a bit. She didn’t want to worry you because she didn’t know how serious it was or how long it would take. She said she’d call and update us when she’s able to.”

Bakugou’s omega whimpered in his chest. His alpha was gone? His alpha had left him alone when he couldn’t follow to make sure they were alright? He knew how much your family stressed you out normally, let alone in an emergency. A traitorous part of his brain whispered to him, asking if this wasn’t exactly what he had wanted? Hadn’t he growled at his mate, wanting to be left alone? Bakugou hadn’t realized there was a plaintive whine escaping his throat until Kirishima wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, bro, it’s okay. I know it’s rough, but I’m here. And I can call Mina and Sero if you want company. Been a while since we’ve had a pack get together. Y/N might not be here right now, but she wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”

Bakugou nodded stiffly as he went to go paw through the bag Kirishima had brought.

Jerky, drinks, chocolate- Bakugou frowned. “Was this the only bag?”

“I mean, there’s a bag for each day for about a week’s worth; so I just grabbed one. Why man, something missing? Need me to go get you something?”

Katsuki shook his head. He wasn’t going to ask Kirishima of all people where his usual bag of scented items was. If Y/N was in a rush, that would explain it. Bakugou hoped that was the case, and he wouldn’t have to actually ask you to scent things for him again. He’d rather be kidnapped by villains again than admit to how much your rich chocolate scent soothed him and helped him sleep peacefully. There was no way the items you had left yesterday would last him through the rest of his heat.

“Actually, shitty hair, could you go get me some Yakult? Been craving it this heat.” Kiri jumped up with a grin. “Sure, bro! No problem! Be right back!” The omega gave a lazy wave as Kiri jogged out the door. As soon as the door shut, he bolted to the bathroom and applied as much scent blocker as he could stand. It wouldn’t hold up long against his heat pheromones, but should work for what he intended to do. Bakugou grabbed his keyring from the hook by the door, rushed down the hallway to the stairway, and started climbing upward; taking the stairs three at a time. In less than a minute, he was standing outside the door to your apartment.

It felt strange, Katsuki thought as he flipped through his keys until he found yours. It was strange that in all your years of dating he had only been inside your apartment a handful of times. He unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. As the wall of scent that was uniquely you smacked him in the face, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease. Maybe the strangest thing was that you lived three floors apart instead of sharing a space together. Because then he wouldn’t be here, doing this; he thought as he made a beeline to your bedroom. He knew exactly what he was after. Recently scented items lost their smell fairly quickly. But something you used daily, with your scent glands brushing against it every time? That would last him a month, if not longer. Besides. You were his alpha. He wouldn’t have to come in and steal your pillow if you had just scented more stuff for him in the first place. He buried his face in your pillow and inhaled deeply. He whimpered as your rich scent filled his nose, causing his slick to increase. Reluctantly he made his way to the door with his prize, even as every instinct told him to build a nest on the soft bed and wait for his mate to come home to him.

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You sighed, adjusting the cuffs of the outfit your mother had picked and shoved you into. Today was the day. The day you met your perspective “bride.” You snorted at the old fashioned ideology. At times like these you felt like you understood Bakugou better. Omegas deserved to be treated as more than just their dynamic. Luckily, most of society agreed nowadays; with omegas able to hold any job and no one being forced to marry. Unluckily, the omiai remained one of the last extremely traditional accepted ceremonies. Your parents were in another room, exchanging your scented handkerchief with one from whoever the poor omega was. According to tradition, if you both went into heat and rut upon scenting each other; you would both be married and mated that same day. What happened more often, you thought cynically, is as long as you didn’t gag at each other’s scent, you’d meet in person to see if you found each other compatible.

You were broken out of your ruminations by the sound of a door opening. Your mother practically skipped toward you, holding out the paper wrapped package with the hanky inside. You tuned out her nattering about how good this match could be as you unwrapped the paper and brought the cloth to your nose. Your brow furrowed. You inhaled deeply, just to make sure. The sharp tang of citrus hit your nose. You knew this scent from somewhere. “Hey mom,” you spoke softly. “I think I’d like to see them now.”

“Oh!” Your mother blinked in surprise. “Of course, of course! This way!”

Your mother led you into an elegant private room. You settled onto a cushion as your parents went to see if the omega had agreed to meet. Glancing about the room, you wondered exactly how many times you’d see the inside of this teahouse if you kept agreeing to these meetings. It didn’t feel right, you thought with a frown. But if you gave up on Bakugou, this was your destiny. Awkward meeting after awkward meeting until you clicked enough with someone to risk settling down.

You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.

“Y/N?”

“Denki?!”

That's it for part 2! Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for part 3! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask.

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bitchin’ || pt. 10 (FINAL)

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 5.1k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: angst

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness! Thank you all for sticking with this story and these characters <3

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PART TEN (FINAL) 

Jungkook wasn't looking for you when he finally found you that day on campus. He had just come from the student services building, leaving the meeting with his counselor feeling somewhat content. He had officially changed his major to digital communications and multimedia. He never would have done it if it weren’t for you making him feel like he could, of course.

It had a full week since break had ended, and he felt like he was in hell, knowing you were somewhere nearby on campus, but not knowing whether or not you’d want to see him yet. If ever.

He had just finished buying his lunch and was heading to find a table to sit outside when he finally saw you.

You looked just as lovely as he remembered you, your hair braided prettily with your torso bundled up tight in your oversized jacket. You always hated the cold weather, he remembered.

You weren’t by yourself, though, Yara and Taehyung sat with you, laughing amongst themselves. The three of you together looked so normal that before he could stop himself; he found himself walking over to your table, his heart in his throat.

“Hey, guys.”

All conversation came to a halt, the three students turning to face the cautious frat boy, looking familiar yet different all the same.

Jungkook’s words sung awkwardly in the air for a moment as Yara and Taehyung exchanged a quick look. You didn’t need to see Jungkook to know the words had come from him. You recognized the soft timbre of his voice immediately, your eyes locking down on the denim material of your jeans.

Fuck.

For a moment, Jungkook worried that his greeting might go by ignored altogether. The idea made him feel sick, that he had lost the three most important people to him within three weeks.

Taehyung broke away from Yara’s stare, thankfully flashing a genuine smile at him, “Sup, JK. Long time no see. How was your break?”

You let yourself steal a glance at Jungkook as Taehyung sat up and offered him a hug, which he returned gratefully.

You were surprised. His hair was no longer shaggy and long like you remembered it. Instead, it had been freshly cut, looking healthy and neatly styled for the first time since you met Jungkook.

But despite his clean look, there was something off about him. Something that made you feel guilty.

“It was fine.” Jungkook responded halfheartedly, eyes flickering over to you experimentally. You were the whole reason he had come over after all. His stomach sank as he found your eyes jerking away from him, directing your attention to anywhere but him.

“Take a seat, man.” Taehyung invited, ignored the deadly glare being drilled into the side of his face by your best friend.

Jungkook contemplated for a moment, but nodded, joining the table hesitantly.

“Hey, Yara.” He began politely, blatantly aware of the way the girl in question was looking at him as if he were the gum on her shoe that she had stepped in.

“Jockstrap.” The petite girl acknowledged him dryly.

You could feel his attention shift over to you.

God, please don’t.

“Y/N.” His voice was soft and apologetic, and you wanted to scream. You’d be lying if you hadn’t been toying with the idea of possibly meeting up with him once back in school, but as he sat across from you; looking at you as if you were the only person in this room, you felt yourself begin to panic.

Yara could feel the way you had tensed beside her, every alarm in her protective best friend system going off. She turned to you immediately.

“So, Y/N, you never finished your story. How was Erik?” She began casually as if the two of you had been discussing this topic before Jungkook arrived.

“Um...” You blinked, confused at the sudden change of conversation by your scheming best friend.

“Was it weird to catch up with him after all this time?” She continued, words loud and clear as her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink.

“Oh, um...” you caught on, mind racing as you caught Jungkook’s eyes widening at Yara’s words from the corner of your eye.

You knew exactly what your best friend was trying to do. She knew how Jungkook felt about your ex and was using that against him. Two weeks ago, you would’ve gladly rubbed Erik in Jungkook’s face, but after weeks of contemplation, you just felt crummy.

“Erik as in… you ex-fiancé Erik?” You heard Jungkook speak up finally, not even bothering to hide the disbelief in his tone.

And then, you made the mistake of meeting his eyes. All the nerve you could have possibly called upon at that moment dissipating the moment you saw the disquiet confusion in his eyes.

“I, um…”

He didn’t have to say a word. You knew exactly how he felt, his face said it all.

“...have to go.” You finished weakly, chair dragging against the tile floor as you stood up abruptly.

Jungkook was the next up on his feet, “Y/N.”

Any effort he had planned on going after you was halted by an angry-looking Yara, who was throwing her bag over her shoulder as she hurried after you.

“Back off, shit head.” She scowled as she jogged off, leaving Jungkook feeling terrible, sinking back into his seat with a defeated breath.

Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at his best friend with pity. And as much as he wanted to offer some words of comfort, he had none, caught in between friends.

“Fries?” He finally spoke up, a sheepish smile on his handsome face.

Jungkook turned to face his brother slowly, eyes falling on the tray of the potato treat on the table before reaching for one, offering Taehyung a grateful smile that didn’t seem to reach his eyes.

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Jungkook had no idea what he was doing. In fact, standing in front of the dorm door of two girls who he knew most definitely hated him had him feeling like a real tool.

Of course, Jungkook wanted everything to go back to the way it was, with you and him still spending every second together and with Yara as your abrasive, but supportive cheerleader. But he had given up on the idea after the first 15 unanswered phone calls. He had given up on you ever returning his feelings, and that wasn’t why he was here.

As he rapped his knuckles against the door, he knew that he had come to apologize. You were owed at least that much. If you listened, he would tell you how sorry he was and just how much he would take it all back if he could. How he didn’t want to keep bothering you, but couldn’t leave you alone until you got the apology you deserved.

All courage seeped out of him, however, the second he was met with a tiny stature and auburn hair, the scarier of the dorm’s residents answering the door. Meaning he had seconds to get his point across before Yara shut the door in his face.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now—”

To his surprise, however, the scary girl walked out into the hall to face him, shutting the dorm door behind her.

Jungkook took a step back as a precaution, knowing better than to piss off an already angry Yara.

“Oh no, I’ve got loads to say to you, actually." Yara said once she was sure the door was closed, her voice low and hard. "Like how you’re a jerk. A tool. A coward. Not to mention a total scumbag–”

Jungkook nodded, interrupting her without thinking, "I know, and I–"

"Oh, I'm not done!” She huffed, and the meathead fell quiet. “A fool. A buffoon. A pathetic excuse for a man. A lecherous ape. A salacious, prurient degenerate!"

Jungkook flinched at Yara’s words. And what colorful words they were too. She was making good use of that English degree, he supposed.

A few silent, tense moments ticked by, neither of them saying a word.

"Anything else?" Jungkook offered, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. Yara glared at him, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

"...Bedswerver."

He blinked, "Is that even a word?"

"I dunno, I read it in Shakespeare's Winter's Tale the other day. Just felt right, not gonna lie." She shrugged passively.

"Well... I guess I deserved that."

"You think?" She scoffed, clearly still heated. “You’ve been fooling around with Y/N all this time like it’s nothing, and at the first chance, you fuck your ex… only to sleep with Y/N again immediately after! Do you realize what a fucking douche move that is? To both Y/N and Kiri?”

Jungkook could feel his cheeks turning red, very much feeling like a child getting reprimanded by their parent. A child who was undoubtedly in the wrong.

“You're right. I fucked up. Majorly. And I know we can't ever go back to the way we were, that's not why I’m here. I hurt her. She deserves so much – far more than I could ever give her – but at least this... at least I can give her the apology she deserves."

Yara pressed her lips together, letting out a huff if agreement, “I'm surprised your itty bitty, underdeveloped, primitive ant-brain could figure that much out."

Jungkook frowned. She really was laying on the insults thick, wasn’t she?

“Ok, fine, sorry, I'm done now.” She sighed, arms coming back to her sides.

Of course, she was pissed. This entire situation was so entirely frustrating. From the moment those two had shook hands, it was evident that their relationship was heading down a path that neither of them was ready for.

Staring down the dark-haired boy, Yara wondered if this all could have been avoided if these two boneheads were just honest with one another from the beginning. But no, instead, feelings went left unsaid, and her best friend got dirty dicked in the process.

Relationships – even fake ones – were way too much drama for Yara.

Jungkook had remained quiet for now, allowing the door keeper to stare him down, trying to decipher his sincerity in his intentions. She let out a hum.

“You have 15 minutes.”

Jungkook felt his shoulders relax.

“She’s in the living room. I’ll be standing out here the entire time, and if I hear you as so much as raise your voice even a single decibel, I will rip off your dick.”

Of course Yara was going to let Jungkook in; she knew there was a lot still needed to be said between the two of them, and Y/N deserved a chance to speak her mind as well. Besides, Y/N had been rambling all week about reaching out to Jungkook herself. It was the closure both of them needed, and she wasn’t bitter enough to deny him that opportunity. She was just currently enjoying the way he squirmed under her stare.

“Thank you, Yara.”

“I'm serious. You will be penis-less. You'll go crying to the doctors to try and reattach it, but it'll be all in vain as I'll have ripped it to shreds by the time you reach them, way past the point of reconstruction. Do you understand?" She deadpanned.

Jungkook swallowed, head nodding rapidly, "I understand.”

Letting out a sigh, Yara stepped aside, clearing the path to the door.

“Don't fuck this up, jockstrap." She warned, an unexpected softness in her tone.

Holding her stare for a moment, he sent her one final grateful nod, reaching out and pushing the door open.

Entering the dorm, there was a weird sense of melancholy to the space. What once was a place where he spent most of his time, now just felt like an unfamiliar dorm– one in which he wasn’t particularly welcomed.

"Y/N?”

You weren’t propped up on the couch like he had expected you to be. In fact, as Jungkook scanned the space, he realized you weren’t in the common area at all.

Were you in your room? He wasn’t exactly sure how comfortable he felt walking into your room without your permission, given the current circumstances.

Whatever inner debate he was having, however, stopped off quickly as he took note of the light coming from within the shot door of the bathroom. And most notably, the shadow of two feet from underneath the door.

You had panicked.

Naturally, at the sound of Jungkook’s voice, you scurried over to press your ear to the door, hung on his and Yara’s every word. When you heard that he was coming in, you were sent scrambling for a place to hide. The bathroom was merely the best you could do with such a short time frame.

You cursed internally as his footsteps neared your way, stopping once he had reached the locked door. 

"I know you're in there."

You tutted, “So? Am I not allowed to use the bathroom in my own dorm?"

"You aren't using the bathroom." His voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not. You’re pee shy and there is no way you'd be using the restroom with me in the room."

You grimaced. In all the time you had spent with Jungkook, you had timed all your bathroom activities skillfully so that there was no chance he could hear you. This bathroom habit wasn’t only with him. Even Yara had to be tucked away in her room for you to pee comfortably. It was an odd, insignificant quirk of yours and frankly, a stupid thing for him to remember.

“Please… can we talk?”

“Just leave me alone, Jungkook.” You leaned your back into the door, voice void of emotion.

“I can't. Not with how we left things.” He placed a hand against the door, wishing it was your face he was holding instead. “You’re my best friend, Y/N.”

Bitterly, you thought back when Jungkook had called Kiri his best friend the night the two of you first slept together. One way or another, it always seemed to come back to her. 

God, did it piss you off.

Angry now, you pushed yourself off the door, turning to face it as you imagining it was Jungkook's stupid face your eyes were burrowing into.

“You said Kiri came over asking for you back, yet you still came over and slept with me the next day. Even though the two of you had sex the night before. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”

“I’m—”

“Like garbage!" You emphasized, the white paint of the door somehow irritating you further. "I felt like I was something you threw away and picked back up whenever you felt like getting your dick wet.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you tried your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you.

“Not to mention to everyone else, it looks like you cheated on me. Which makes me look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.

Jungkook said nothing in reply, which somehow made it easier to say all you should have said that day in your room.

“It just sucks to realize that someone you once cared about sees you as nothing more than a toy. It fucking sucks.”

Your words were small now, clearly hurt, and it made Jungkook’s heart sink.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re right, you’re totally right. It was fucked upand gross and disrespectful, and I'm so fucking sorry I did that to you. I’m so sorry I hurt you like that. Y/N, you’re not just a toy to me. You’re more. You are so much fucking more.”

“...Why did you sleep with her?” You muttered pathetically, selfishly wanting to know.

Jungkook pressed his lips together. He had been asking himself that very question every day since he did it.

"I just... I thought it was what I wanted. It was what I was supposed to want.” His eyebrows furrowed. "The entire time, I kept telling myself... This is it. I got what I wanted. Y/N was right. We're both gonna be happy now. But that’s not what happened. And that scared me."

God, how he wished he could see you right now.

"I didn't come over the next day to sleep with you. I just saw you... that was not... my head went blank and– ah, fuck, I practiced what I was gonna say on the way here. What am I even saying right now?" Jungkook groaned out to himself suddenly, hands entangling themselves in his hair.

How was he supposed to tell you that the second you opened that door that morning, all logical thinking stopped, and all he could think about was the fact how much he had missed you last night and how badly he needed to feel your lips again to forget hers. How he lost himself in the way you felt and tasted wasn't strong enough to stop himself.

In fact, he had nearly forgotten all about his terrible mistake when you suddenly brought up spending Christmas together, realization sinking over him. Of course, he wanted to spend it together, but there was no way he could lie to you for any longer. No way he could meet your parents after what he had done.

There was no sugarcoating it. He really was pathetic. And there is no easy way to tell you that.

"Why are you here? Honestly, Jungkook, what do you want from me?" Your words rang out suddenly, taking Jungkook by surprise.

What did he want from you?

What didn't he want from you? He wanted all of you. He wanted to tell you that you were the only thing he thought about all winter break. How you could take his heart and do whatever you deemed fit with it. That you had him wrapped around your finger, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

But none of that mattered now.

"I know we can never go back to how we were before. What we had is ruined and that's because of me. I just wanted to apologize for ever making you feel like all I ever wanted was sex from you. I'm so fucking sorry."

You had your hands buried in your palms, wishing this wasn’t all so hard. That you had just broken the contract off the second you realized you had real feelings for him.

"The night at the roller rink, you told me that if I love something and it inspires me then I should go after it, right?”

Lifting your head from your hands, you frowned at Jungkook’s words.

Your roller skating date? God, that felt like ages ago...

“Yeah. So?”

“S-So, um–" Jungkook stuttered, ears turning red as he contemplated his next words, "so, for me... you're that something. And I couldn't just let you go with at least letting you know how sorry I was. Fuck, that was so lame, sorry, I probably sound like such a wastoid right now."

You wanted to cry, not because you weren’t happy but because you were so tired of hating Jungkook and pretending like you didn't just want to run back to him. You had spent the last three weeks rejecting his calls yet wondering all the same what he was doing. Your heart and mind were in constant paradox, torn between wanting him back and wanting him to know just how much he had hurt you.

Your mind ultimately won the battle, of course, but as Jungkook stood just a few inches of drywood apart pouring his heart out, it was hard to say which major organ was responsible for your next words.

The creak of the door being pushed open sent Jungkook's eyes wide, revealing your hesitant form. You had your arms crossed over your chest as if to guard the contents inside of it.

You looked like an angel underneath the bathroom's blue fluorescent lights, beautiful and lovely, a stark contrast from your next crushing sentence.

“I slept with Erik.”

You weren’t expecting the news to go over well with him, but what you weren’t expecting was the way Jungkook’s face fell entirely slack as if he had just witnessed his world fall in front of him.

You weren’t exactly proud of what you had done. You and Erik had gone out for dinner, admittedly enjoying each other’s company and catching up on all the years you spent apart. You didn’t have plans on sleeping with Erik when you first called him up. Honestly, it was Jungkook’s name being continuously brought up during the car ride home that spurred on the impulsive decision to kiss Erik, just to get him to shut up really. But more than that, you knew precisely where kissing him would lead.

As always, Erik was predictable, and he fed into your request without question, and you felt terrible about it. It was a mistake at worst and a distraction at best.

Hardly even a distraction, as Jungkook was inescapable. He was in the back of your mind the entire time, looking at you with sad doe eyes that you were trying your hardest to ignore.

Even as you slipped back on your shirt when the deed was done, code brown starting to set in as the reality of what you had done hit you, you couldn’t escape him, as Erik wished you well and that he hoped things between the frat boy and you worked out.

Needless to say, you spent the rest of you break absolutely miserable — hating yourself using Erik in the same way Jungkook had used you.

The sound of Jungkook swallowing dryly brought you back from your thoughts. “Did you… I mean, are you two back together?”

He placed a hand into the front of his jean’s pocket as you contemplated your next words.

He continued on, “If… if he makes you happy..."

A gross feeling washed over you, watching as the boy you loved tried to hide the way his breath was trembling. You bit down on your bottom lip.

“When Erik and I…” you paused as you watched Jungkook’s expression fall further, “I was expecting it to be all intense and emotional. Because I once loved him.”

You frowned, the memory still somewhat fresh, “But I wasn’t. It felt foreign and detached and—”

“Wrong.” Jungkook finished for you, a melancholic shine in his eyes. You nodded.

“I didn’t understand at first. I have been having casual sex with you for all this time, but it felt nothing like that.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He breathed.

You turned away from him a moment, trying to grab hold of your wit before you could once again flee from the scene, leaving your meathead ex fake boyfriend in your dust.

"I'm not saying what you did was justifiable, because it's not, but... I guess I'm not exactly in any position to not forgive you. Because I used Erik to forget about you. And it felt horrible."

"What are you saying?" Jungkook didn’t know what to make of what your cautious words.

Turning back towards him, you held his stare with certainty.

"I'm saying that... I forgive you."

A sharp breath came tumbling out of the boy’s mouth, eyes growing wide as he tried to make sense of how he had ever earned your forgiveness after what he had done to you.

He took a step towards you instinctively, only to be stopped as you held out a hand to halt him.

“I need you to understand something.” Your arms tightened around yourself, growing shaky. “I don’t need you. I had a life before you, and I know I'll have one after you.”

Jungkook nodded at you, despite how much it hurt him. He understood. You had given him forgiveness; he wasn’t owed anything more.

All you had to do was say the word, and he’d be out of your hair forever. He’d do anything you’d ask him to, despite the way every part of him was screaming for you.

“I don’t need you… but I don’t think I want a life without you.” You finished shyly.

Your eyes were locked with his when suddenly a small noise escaped him, eyes pulling away from yours as his head moved to attempt to hide the way his eyes had grown wet.

At the sight of a tear rolling down the side of his face, you were by his side, hands gripping his jacket worriedly.

"Wha– Why are you crying?!" You panicked, never having dealt with a crying meathead before. This was uncharted territory.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I just..." your heart lurched at his broken tone, watching as he wiped at his cheeks with the back of his hands. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again after this. I missed you so much. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you."

“I missed you, too.” You cooed softly, tugging at his jacket so that he’d face you again.

And suddenly, the sound of paper hitting the floor rang out, the two of you pulling back to look at what had come tumbling out of Jungkook’s pocket.

“What’s that?” You asked innocently, not seeing the way his cheeks had gone pink.

“N-Nothing.” He was quick to reach for it, cursing lowly as you beat him to it, taking the crumpled up paper in your hands.

He watched miserably as you pried it back open, scanning through the paper in confusion.

“Jungkook… What is this?” You muttered.

Jungkook’s face was positively burning, time moving slowly as he realized what was about to happen.

“I, um, wrote it one night when I couldn’t sleep... I forgot I put it in this jacket. I meant to throw it away.”

Your face held an expression of uncertainty, as if unsure how to proceed. It was undoubtedly addressed to you, an affectionate “Nerd” up on the top.

So you opened the paper further, flatting it out with your hands as you began to read.

“Do you mean what you wrote?” You finally spoke, voice wavering.

Jungkook wished he could disappear into the floor right now. Never in this wildest dreams did he imagine a scenario where you would find out about his feelings for you through a sappy love note he had written when he was moping around late one night.

“Yeah, I do.” He told you honestly, your heart skipping several beats.

In that case, it was time you were honest as well.

“You're right when you say things can't go back to the way things were.” You began, cheeks warm. “Not because you ruined it but because I'm not putting myself through that again. I'm sick of half-assing shit and tired of lying to you and to myself. I know what I want, and it's you… not because I have something to prove, not because I want to make Kiri jealous but because of the sole reason that you make me happy." Your strong facade began to crumble as insecurity began to suddenly sink in. “But if you don’t want that, if you don’t want something real... then nevermind, I guess.”

And all at once, Jungkook realized that all this time it hadn’t been just him.

Two arms made their way around you, and suddenly, you were engulfed in warmth, Jungkook’s close proximity pulling a wave of emotions out of you.

“I love you, nerd. I don't why it took me so long to realize that, but I know without a doubt that you are it for me. Nothing could change the way I feel about you.”

And finally, you let out a cry, breaking down all the walls you had built up to keep Jungkook from perceiving you as weak. Because maybe you were. Maybe you were weak for this boy, but as you buried your wet face into his chest, you no longer cared, the weight of everything you had felt these past three weeks crushing down on you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Jungkook cooed softly, chin coming up to rest upon your head.

"I love you, too." Was your weepy reply.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed a kiss into your head, wanting nothing more than to stay like this with you forever.

"Are you two dorks done crying?" Yara’s voice rang out suddenly, causing both of you to jump apart.

"Yara, you creep! Privacy, dude! Ever try knocking?" You sniffed, wiping at your face hurriedly.

How long had she been standing there?

"What? Like you were peeing with Jungkook in the bathroom? Please." She waved you off, walking back into the living room to give you two some privacy. She did say Jungkook had 15 minutes before she’d have to come back in after all. "Anyway, Tae will be over in 10 minutes for the Saved By The Bell marathon that’s on so you guys are more than welcomed to join." She called out from her newly seated position on the couch.

"Sure, whatever..." You huffed back, flashing Jungkook an exasperated look. So much for that special moment.

Jungkook didn’t seem too bothered though, the fullest, most boyish grin on his lips, taking in the puffy-eyed girl in front of him that he could now with full confidence call his.

And that girl couldn’t help but smile back at him just as stupidly because for once, there was nothing fake about your boyfriend.

"How is it that a piece of paper is the start of both our real and fake relationship?" He mused suddenly, hands reaching to take yours. You hummed, taking in the way your fingers intertwined.

“Funnily enough, we broke, like, every rule of our contract." You quirked up a brow.

“You know…” Jungkook began, flashing you a mischievous look, “it states very clearly on the bottom that the contract will be terminated upon completion. We can’t terminate the contract if we never completed it.”

“What are you saying? We keep the contract going?” You laughed.

“I’m saying that you are contractually stuck with me.”

“That contract is in desperate need of some amendments.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And what did you have in mind?” His hands found your waist, pulling you into him.

“Rule number one has gotta go. The one kiss policy just won’t slide with me.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, his palm finding your cheek, eyes locked on your lips. You were preening for his kiss, mouth parting slightly as you anticipated it.

“Partners?”

The question took you by surprise, eyes widening at your not so pretend lover.

Idiot.

“Partners.” You smiled softly, eyes shiny and brimming with tears as he kissed you for what must have been the millionth time, but still somehow felt like the first.

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[queen-swagzilla]

PATREON PREVIEW: Searching For You In the Background

WARNINGS: Heavy angst, hurt no comfort, major character death

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"Hey Hagakure," Izuku said, sliding up to his invisible classmate. She jumped, because how the hell did he notice her? "Why aren't you partying?"

It was almost the end of their second year, and it was Katsuki Bakugou's sixteenth birthday. The celebration (that Katsuki 100% did not ask for) was in full swing around them. "I'm on photo duty," she explained, holding her camera up. "Kiri thought that if he couldn't see the photographer, he'd be less likely to blow up the camera."

Izuku barked out a laugh but stifled it quickly—eyes flicking to Katsuki to make sure he hadn't heard. "Let me do it," he suggested. "You go enjoy yourself."

"But then you won't enjoy yourself, Green Bean," she replied hesitantly.

"Of course I will," he assured her. "I'm not really into crowds, I just like being nearby," he explained. Besides, it wasn't about him—it was about Katsuki. Katsuki probably wouldn't want to even look at his birthday photos if Izuku was in them, so the best way he knew how to appease his classmates with his presence and let Katsuki enjoy his birthday was to enjoy it from the sidelines and make sure that he didn't taint the memory.

Hagakure faltered. "Are you sure?" she asked, and the excitement in her voice steeled his resolve.

"Absolutely," he assured her, holding his hand out for the camera.

"Thanks, Mido!" she said, handing it over and giving him a quick hug. "Let me know if you wanna trade-off later, okay?"

"Sure," he agreed, smiling sweetly. As soon as she bounded away, turned on the screen on the back of the camera to flip through the photos she'd already taken. Thankfully, there were only two and he wasted no time deleting them. It's not like they'd ever make it into a photo album.

The party had turned out really well. Izuku was glad he'd been there to subtly give suggestions because it had been headed toward catastrophe until he started nudging them in the right direction.

Instead of the skull-shaped vanilla passionfruit cake that had been on the menu, Sato had made a dark chocolate cayenne cake shaped and decorated like a grenade. Instead of red and black streamers, Izuku had pointed out how Katsuki chose military green or sunset orange whenever he wasn't wearing black.

When it came to activities, he steered them away from movies and dancing and toward party games that would appeal to Katsuki's competitive nature, from Twister to the new Hero Melee Battle Royale game.

Izuku caught all of it on camera—from the soft, pensive look on Katsuki's face before he blew out his candles to the manic grin on his face as he pummelled Sero and Kaminari in HMBR.

The only time Katsuki looked directly at him was during the group photo, and Izuku hid his face behind the camera immediately. He'd only been in his line of sight for ten seconds, and he was already scowling. The faster he got this over with, the faster Katsuki could go back to enjoying his birthday as though he weren't there. "Smile on three! One, two—"

"Wait, on three or after three?" Ashido interrupted.

"He said on three," Sero rolled his eyes.

"Whichever one works," Izuku assured them, eyes flicking to Katsuki who was already getting agitated.

"Can't even figure out a fucking photo," Katuski snapped, making Izuku flinch back. Dammit. "When you hear the nerd say three just keep fucking smiling until he says stop, it's not that fucking hard!"

"Ah, sorry, Kacchan," Izuku winced. "He's right—when I say three, smile! I'll take a few shots so that you can choose the best one." He lined up the camera again. "One, two, three!"

The class smiled, and Izuku took a few shots. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he zoomed in on Katsuki's relaxed, half-smile—the one that told him that he'd genuinely enjoyed himself—and took a final picture.

He might have to ask Hagakure to sneak him a copy.

By the time the party wound down, people had collapsed into post-sugar-high comas on the couch—most notably the Bakusquad, all of whom had fallen asleep across their leader as the latest All Might biopic played. Ashido and Kirishima both had their heads in his lap, and Sero and Kaminari were on the floor, leaning against his legs. Katsuki was awake, eyes on the screen. As subtly as he could, Izuku snuck to a better vantage point and took a final photo—of Katsuki relaxed with people he liked, enjoying the last few minutes of his birthday in peace. If Katsuki saw him, that tiny precious smile would vanish.

He returned the camera to Hagakure. "Thanks for taking over, Mido," she said, hugging him again. "I hope you had a good time, too!"

"I did!" he assured her, and he wasn't even lying. It was good to see Katsuki unwind for real. He hadn't been this relaxed in years—unable to really enjoy himself under the weight of the pressure he put on himself. "I'm actually gonna go back and steal some of that cake for later. It was awesome."

"It was!" she exclaimed. "I was worried that Sato might go overboard with the spice, but it was really nice! It was so nice of you to—"

Izuku shushed her hurriedly. If Katsuki was alert, they were technically still in hearing distance of the couches. He tilted his head in the direction of the hallway, indicating that she should follow. "I don't want him to know I had anything to do with this," he explained quietly. "It'll ruin it for him."

"Oh come on," she chided. "You guys are way better than you were at the beginning of the year, and he had a really good time! I bet he'd be grateful," she insisted.

"I'd rather not take the chance, you know? He never gives himself a break, so I want him to just enjoy this without anything ruining it," he replied. Based on her arm movements, he assumed she was folding them sternly. "Really, it's not a big deal, I just gave some pointers and you guys did the rest, right?"

"Not really," she drawled. "He would have dipped right after the cake if it weren't for you."

"He would have dipped before the cake if he'd known that I planned it," he shrugged. "It's really not a big deal. As long as he had some fun for once, you know?"

Hagakure was silent for a long, tense moment. "Fine, I guess," she muttered. Izuku sighed in relief and turned to leave. "Hey, Mido?" he looked back. "He's really lucky you know. To have someone who loves him as much as you do, I mean. Who's willing to step aside to see them happy and make sure he gets everything he wants. People go their whole lives without that."

"I don't—"

"I don't mean it like that. Well, I do, but maybe you don't. Either way, he's lucky to have you. And someday he'll realize that. Hang in there, okay?"

He stared at the space above her shirt, heart beating a little too fast. He was too obvious. Not good. "Please don't worry about me, I'm really okay," he assured her. "I just like making other people happy."

"Just make sure it's not at the cost of your own happiness. It's okay to want things for yourself."

No, it wasn't. Not when it placed a burden on others. Not when it would ruin any progress he'd made with Katsuki. He couldn't risk wanting anything, because everything he wanted would only end up further away. "I will," he lied. "Goodnight, Hagakure."

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[nejiraez]

masterlist | bakugou katsuki

yes, i write for bakugou a lot, and what about it

it’s gotten to the point where this mfer needed his own masterlist. UPDATED 10/12/2020 LINK TO FULL MASTERLIST

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

SCENARIOS -

get well soon! | free bakugou until it’s backwards!!! but until then, he appreciates having your presence around as he takes the time to properly heal.

eye to eye |  it’s hard for bakugou to see eye to eye with todoroki as is. and that shit doesn’t change for the better when the subject at hand is you.

more & more (kinda suggestive) | bakugou’s choice of clothes is a force to be reckoned with. you never knew how much you desired him until you saw him wearing that promiscuous outfit of his

slip n’ slide |  swimming wooo~

rollercoaster |  bakugou takes (y/n) out on their first date ever to an amusement park. he hopes that his nerves don’t get the best out from him.

pretty face | {bnha bookclub event!} flattering bakugou is never easy. he doesn’t crack under the pressure of compliments. but his s/o comes around to change that

checking in | bakugou goes visits your house to check up on you, as a good boyfriend would. you’ re doing anything but fine, but that’s alright. that’s why bakugou’s there [baku’s birthday special]

play fighting | bakugou accidental punches his s/o in the boob while the play fight

none of your business (tattoo artist au!) | hcs [1] [2]

feb 14 | valentine’s day - is it a date or is it just bakugou hanging out with a friend. (y/n) can’t really tell.

feb 10 | tempting (suggestive/not ns/fw!) - bakugou finally got his driver’s license! but boy did that make him ten times hotter 

feb 3 | dares (angst) - dares were never a good idea, especially when it came to playing with people’s feelings. bakugou learns this the hard way.

boy interrupted (suggestive/not ns/fw!) | bakugou manages to sneak his s/o away for some alone time. however, the universe thinks otherwise thus leading to a series of unfortunate events where he gets interrupted every. damn. time. you take it with a grain of salt, but bakugou is less than pleased

like a baby (fantasy au!) | the prince begins to catch feelings for an outsider

texts | your text conversations with bakugou be cute or whatever ~

family | bakugou’s family absolutely adores his S/O, every single one of them has been whipped by her charms. 

sleep | in which katsuki finds you sleeping in the common room couches at an unusual time at night.

too “turnt” | drunk shenanigans where katsuki would take care of his s/o while sober, and his s/o doing the same

cheated on | bakugou comforting his crush who got cheated on

hickies | (Y/N) approaches katsuki with the request for hickies , just fluff

best friend’s brother | ‘dating or crushing on your best friend’s brother was a topic that was deemed unapproachable within many friend groups’. but what if that bro is bakugou katsuki

forehead smoochies | givin’ katsuki’s forehead a nice ol’ kiss

tacenda [1] [2] (angst) | katsuki and his s/o get in their first real fight/disagreement

unexpected visits | who the hell invited katsuki to (y/n)’s house, and why is he in their living room?

late night drives | katsuki drives his s/o around late one-night

jealousy (fantasy au!) | the young prince, bakugou katsuki, is becoming the talk of the town and swooned over. much to his s/o’s jealousy

whipped | katsuki becomes a cutie for his s/o; while his friends spy on how “odd” he’s acting while with you

freaking out | bakugou surprises you one day with a text asking you out

second button | katsuki gives you the second button of his uniform on the last day of middle school. whatever could that mean~

little brat | the first time bakugou ever meets your younger sibling.

down in the dumps | katsuki comforting his s/o after they had a simply no good, terrible, fuck ass day.

meeting the parents | katsuki invites you over to meet his parents for the very first time.

unintentional | katsuki is hit square in the face with his crushes shoe while they were training. this sparks a rather odd interaction between them both.

BAKUGOU WITH AN ALMIGHTY, ALL POWERFUL, ALL KNOWING S/O [crack fic/inside joke]

baku promo’ing skz [crack/inside joke w/ a friend again lolol]

get it (ns/fw) | kaminari is tired of hearing his friend get off. so he comes to the conclusion, that bakugou needs to get ‘it’. [baku’s birthday special]

DRABBLE -

orange caramel |  not much to say about this except coddle bakugou 2020

asshole | you trick bakugou into thinking that he’d be getting a blowjob. when in reality... [suggestive]

nice hit | you hit bakugou in the head with you purse [tiktok challenge piece]

ok, bet. | bakugou never backs down from a fucking dare... no matter how stupid it may be.

HEADCANONS -

daddy daycare (todo) hcs

refusing to hold their hands (mido/todo)

first with baku/todo (fluff)

being bed buddies with bakugou

‘v!rgin no more’ cake reactions w/ todoroki comedic puroses lol

more domestic/father bakugou!

unspoken ways in which they show they love you w/ mido/todo (sep)

bakugou as a husband

bakugou with a s/o who can bake!

reaction to his s/o calling him dude/bro w/ kiri 

bakugou/midoriya babysitting w/ their s/o (seperate) 

bakugou/todo/kiri dating a s/o who was also their childhood friend (sep.)

bakugou/mido/todo reactions to their s/o’s new hair (sep)

baku/todo/kiri’s reaction to their s/o getting piercings (sep.)

first date hcs

how the bakusquad would check their s/o out hcs

bakugou and his s/o on social media hcs (main) | additional : [1] [2] [3]

bakugou on snapchat

baku/todo/shinsou being wholesome bf’s

bakugou spoiling his s/o hcs

spending the whole day w/ his s/o who’s birthday is in summer

his reaction to his s/o’s morning kisses + snuggles [2]

how the bakusquad reacts when they find out he has a crush on you

bakugou w/ a s/o who’s considered as “adorable”

domestic hcs [2] [3]

bakugou cooking with his s/o in dorms

katsu having mom-like tendencies; especially when it comes to his s/o

baku/todo/deku reacting to their s/o waking them up in the middle of the night w/ a scream (sep.)

katsu being jealous [2]

bakugou helping/supporting his gf through finals week

bakugou being “a softie” for his s/o~ [1] [2] [3]

bakugou training w/ his s/o

bakugou w/ a s/o from the support department 

baku/dabi/kiri reacting to their s/o’s drawing of them (sep)

baku w/ a s/o who’s socially anxious

katsuki christmas hcs

baku/kiri/monoma’s reaction to their s/o who wakes up looking ethereal in the mornings (sep)

bakugou w/ a s/o who likes to sleep in comfy clothes

halloween hcs

baku/mido/shinsou w/ a s/o who’s always cold (sep)

bakugou/sero/midoriya’s s/o borrow their sweater (sep)

baku/kiri/amajiki accidentally telling their crush they like them (sep)

baku/kiri dating their classmate (sep)

baku/deku first kiss hcs w/ their s/o (sep)

baku being a cute spoiled brat

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[gone-daddy-gone]

Pairing: Villian! Kiribaku x reader

Word count: 4,752

Rating: Mature! (noncon/dubcon, anal/ vaginal penitration. oral. refrences to kiddnaping. slight yandere) Violence, mentions of death. I DO NOT CONDONE THESE ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS FANTASY, NOT REALITY. All characters aged up.

Genre: Smut, slight Yandere, perhaps?

DT: @writerbyaccident and their fics here (1), and here (2), and @the-grimm-writer piece here

                                    Tag team. 

 Being a pro hero is all fun and games until you run into Bakugou Katsuki and Eijirou Kirishima. The two were an absolute power house couple. Kirishima’s hardening quirk made it so he never got hurt by his overzealous partner. Something that only bonded them stronger. 

 You had heard they both wanted to be heros at one point, and now look at them, the biggest douches in the world. Or you could call them villains. Either one worked really. They take whatever they want, or whoever they want whenever they want. The two were a disgusting tag team. You didn’t want to think about what they did to those who were unlucky enough to not escape their grasp. 

 Your job was simple. Take out a few bad guys, make some kiddies smile and go about your day. You trained hard, but not so much to the point where you were too big of a hero. You had been raised to be grateful for what you have and if you get blessed with more, then the lord had smiled upon you. 

 However, you find it increasingly difficult to be thankful in your current situation. Feet pounding on the ground, chest heaving up and down, throat sore from breathing so fast and hard. The explosions and objects being thrown at you didn’t comfort you in the slightest bit either. 

 “Get back here!” The loud one yelled from the top of his lungs, explosions propelling him even closer. 

 “Common now! You gotta be tired sweetie!” The red one commented, while a street lamp was thrown your way. 

 You of course were of the right mind, and were not gonna respond. 

 You weren’t even sure how you got in this situation, really. 

 You were on patrol for one of the smaller cities, mostly old people and families occupied this city. When you arrived, there was no sound. Everyone was gone, nobody was out at the park like they usually were. The bakery, old Mrs. Moniko ran was closed. The eerie feeling of danger began to settle into your tummy. 

That’s when you saw it, a kid, and she was crying. She was peering at you through blinds, wiping her face of the snot and tears. You began to walk towards her, acting on impulse to a child in need. 

 She viciously shook her head. 

 Causing you to be more worried, the next step was to pick up the pace. You always did have a weak spot for kids. But the closer you got, the better a view of her mouth you got. 

She was mouthing something. 

None? Mom? Done?… and if on cue it hits you, the cold feeling of fear. The realization dawned, mixed with the need to protect.

 “Run.”

 Before you had much of a chance to do anything, you heard a thundering voice call out to you. 

 “What do you think you’re doing here, hero?” It was Katsuki. It was the first time you ever got a good look at him, in person at least. He was tall, and built. You felt guilty in admitting to yourself that if it wasn’t for his scowl, he would have been attractive. 

 “Well, I could ask you the same question, villain.” Your attempts to sound cool and brave were coming off more like a bratty kid. Even you can tell that. 

 “Tsk… Kiri? Why don’t you tell the girl what we’re lookin’ for?” Your eyes widened in fear. They couldn’t be together right now, why were they together right now? Of all the villains to run into, why did it have to be that team? The stories of how they like to take their time reverberated in your mind. 

 “Bakubro!!!” You frantically looked around for the red head. It was a mistake on your amateur part, they knew they had you right where they wanted you. He came out of the shop, hardening himself and bursting through the wall. You couldn’t help but gulp at that flashy way to make you feel scared. A cheap move, but subtle enough to get the fear growing. And they could smell it. 

 “Well we’re looking for money. Gold, drugs, whatever these nice rich people have.” He said to Bakugou before laying his eyes on you. “Wow and who do we have here? What’s your hero name again?” He smiled and cocked his head, just so that he could have almost looked innocent, almost. 

 “Well it’s actually-“ 

 “I don’t think it matters.” The curt words commanded your attention back. “You certainly don’t look familiar, so you must be a loser!” The ash blonde shut you up. “I mean really, look at you! You were shaking like a leaf when it was just me and now you look like you’re gonna piss yourself! I mean how pathetic can you hero’s be!” 

  Hearing him be cruel in person was way worse than the stories. At least in the stories they left out how evil Bakugou could be, how low he could scoop. 

“Aw are you gonna piss for us? Go on do it hero slut!”

 The words “slut” coming out of his mouth felt so accusatory. “Are you a little hero slut?” 

 Kirishima let his face drop his smile, replacing it with a slant. Like he wanted to scold him. Like he cared how you felt. 

 “Oh common Baku that’s a bit harsh, huh?” 

 “Common it’s gotta make you mad doesnt it? How unmanly these guys are? How self righteous they are.” The words of manipulation rolled off of his tongue as beautiful as it ever had. 

 Kiri pondered, letting the thoughts hit him. Before letting his gaze wonder all over your body shamlessly. Thoughts struck his head. The thoughts Bakugou knew would stir him up. 

 “Yeah… they do think they’re so much better, and if you believe in something you should fight for it! I have a good idea Bakugou!”

 “And what’s that Kiri?” 

 “Why don’t we make her prove herself, and if she’s really a coward she’ll run.” He looked so sickeningly proud of his own little sadistic idea. His hand forming into a fist. 

Realizing you’re either gonna have to get pounded to a pulp in a battle you would never, and could never win. Or run for your life and become an absolute failure, and give these monsters the satisfaction of seeing it. 

 It was a beautiful plan. A fun plan. Bakugou loved winning, dominating really. The thought of getting to take down and humiliate a self righteous hero, well that clearly made him excited from your view, and Kiri’s view. 

 “That might be a great idea, shitty hair.” 

 “Ok slut you win, we let you go. You lose, you die.” The conditions weren’t in your favor, no matter how strong you wanted to be; you broke. Tears welted i’m your eyes as your knees threatened to just give up on you. 

 “I don’t, I don’t wanna-“ Was all you could muster, mind racing to find a way to survive.  

 “Don’t wanna what?” Kiri asked, a dark smirk growing. 

“I don’t wanna die.” You said meekly, tears flowing freely at this point. 

 “Well then, you are weak and pathetic.” Bakugou said effectively kicking you while you were down. Like the bully he always was. 

 “Let's make her run for it then! Don’t you think it’ll be fun? Like a little race, and she’ll be our prize?” His optimism is ever present. 

 “I don’t know if she even deserves that hope. She’ll never win, and she’ll never out run us either. We’re gonna dominate her either way. She can run until her soles are bleeding and her lungs give out. She’s weak, and pathetic.”

 “But It’ll be so fun to watch her little ass run until she’s all red in the face, heaving and begging us to stop. That’s the best part.” You felt a cold realization how excited he was too. 

 And if you saw it, Bakugou saw it too. 

 “Alright, that seems like fun. You have to count of ten to start running. One,” One second was all you needed to process what he was saying.

 “Two.” Your eyes frantically look for the safest route for not only you, but the civilians. Maybe you could run and find help. But Bakugou was right, you were weak. 

“Three.” The seconds were slipping away faster than you could ever hope to grasp them.

 “Four.” Sobbing as you forced yourself to choose a path and run for it. Mind going numb with the only thought being survival. 

 “Five.” The smallest, trivial amount of hope bubbled up in your belly from how far away the “five” was.

 “Six.” It was barely audible now. Placing a hopeful smile on your face and wiping away the tears, you forced yourself to carry your legs farther. Being clear and out of the way of the hollering made it easier for you to think. You decided that running as hard and as fast as you could was the best plan for survival. Didn’t matter what direction. While the buildings were flying by, the two began to tail after. While you were daydreaming of escape, they were swapping ideas on what to do to you. That was the optimist in you, deep down, you knew you were as good as gone the minute they saw you.

 “Where do you think you’re going!” A tense sense of dread overcame your whole body. You begged yourself to just carry on a little further. You could make it out! You could get help and all this would be behind you. 

“You look so pretty from the back!” The sickenly sweet taunting from the red one made your stomach lurch. Their angry and skilled footsteps were coming even closer, and at a faster rate than you were ready for.

 “Come on now stop running you’ve already lost! We can get to the fun part now!” When he finished his vaguely perverted threat he threw a mailbox straight into your back causing you to tumble and spin. Ripping parts of your hero costume up, leaving you vulnerable in undesirable places. 

 “Damn Kirishima, didn’t know you had it in you.” You could feel the smirk in the way he talked. Every single part of your body begged to just lay down and take what's coming to you. However, that was not the hero's way. On bloodied knees and elbows, costume already half falling off of your body you made yourself stand. Getting into position to fight. The two were not that far from you, letting their eyes take in all of you. You went to force your costume together, anything so they’d stop staring and getting ideas. 

 “We already saw love! No use in hiding from us now. And besides…” Kirishima took another step forward. “We’re gonna be seeing more of you later anyways.” 

 Feeling fully threatened and backed in a corner the best you could do was talk out of your ass. “You’re disgusting.”

 “Well that’s not very nice.” Kirshima pouted, like he was a child. It made you wince in disgust.

 “I don’t have to be nice to the likes of you! Now, in the name of-”

 “Shut up you aren’t taking us in anywhere you damn hero whore. In fact quite the opposite, you’ll be coming with us. It’s been awhile since we’ve had pretty plaything.” You knew the words were meant to make you scared. You knew you shouldn’t show any weakness. But that was becoming increasingly difficult. 

 “You’ll have to knock me down first.” The smirk on the blonde's face caused you to get this itchy, angry feeling. He had always been so goddamn smug. Before you had time to process he had punched you square in the stomach. Causing you to collapse onto your knees. Letting out an agonizing whine, letting your fingers grasp your abdomen. 

 “Wow that was fast! Nice going Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled out, pushing his fist out with an obnoxiously childlike enthusiasm. 

 “Spoke too soon Kiri.” Bakugou retorted back to his partner, watching you as you pulled your knees off of the ground. You ran towards them, throwing out a small jab and uppercut in the direction of the loud one. He dodged them, almost too eager to put you down. He let his knee come up in an attempt to hit you in your already sore abdomen. You reflectively stepped back, avoiding the hard ligament. That was a short lived victory before Kiri, striked, making you stumble back not quite falling flat on your ass. You held back your tears, trying to focus on standing your ground to fight. 

 “Just give in… common I don’t wanna hurt you like this…” Kiri cooed, laying his fake sincerity on thick. You grimaced.

 A last ditch effort, using up all the anger and strength you had left you launched your foot into an attack. The confidence you had in yourself was the most powerful thing about the attack. And for a few seconds, you felt you could actually win. That was until the bone crushing grip on your ankle snapped you out of your day dream, and you were left standing there. Foot in the air and losing balance. Weak from pain and exhaustion. You felt your body lurch backward, the tight grip on your ankle the final debilitating blow of excruciating pain as you finally fell to the ground with a hard thud. They had won. And you had lost. Something you had already known, deep down inside of you if you were being honest. 

 “Look at you… pathetic.”

 “But she sure is pretty! Look at her…” “Kiri” made his way to your crumbled form, letting his intrusive fingers grip either side of your cheeks. Pinching them together, making you unwillingly pucker your lips out. 

 “Look at those blow job lips… can we keep her Bakugou?” Bakugou smirked down at your terrified form, letting out a mocking chuckle at your fear.

 “I don’t know shitty hair… you broke the last one really fast.” Your mind raced, your facial expressions refusing to help you out in this situation. As they both could easily tell what you were thinking. 

 “How did you do it again, you fucked her to death didn't you?” He sneered at the word death.

 “Yeah well… sorta. She wasn’t very willing to do what I wanted.” You let out a moan of agony at his disgusting words. 

 “I hardened my… ya know. I warned her! I told her it would be ok if she would just stop crying. I asked her nicely to listen to me! I swear.” He said, with an almost guilty look. Letting his eyes leave your form and go back to the one who clearly held the reigns of the relationship. You let yourself sob. Tears running over his fingers that held your face in place. 

 “Bakugou I’ll be more gentle this time! I swear! I wanna keep this one. Just look at how useless and defenseless she is!” You watched in absolute horror as they talked about you like you were some stray dog. Again, to your horror he spoke again.

 “Alright. We can keep her. Why don’t we test out how good she is…” This caused another surge of adrenaline to surge through you. Feeling the weight of a possible sexual assault, and enslavment weghing over your head, you bit his fingers as hard as you could. Instead of letting you go, he hardened his fingers. Causing you to cry out in pain, and you let go.

 “How feisty… but I think that little defiant outburst is grounds for a punishment. Wouldn’t you agree, Kiri?” The red one let his face fall from hurt to one of lust. 

 “Couldn’t agree more…” That was all you needed to hear as you rolled over to try and crawl away on your hands and knees. Muttering no to yourself like a madwoman. It was a cute attempt at freedom as you felt someone’s hard boot dig into your back, pushing you down. 

 “And where do you think you’re going, whore.” You struggled for words, anything to make it stop. But nothing was coming to your petrified mind. All that came out was another whine as he dug his fingers into your hair. “You’re gonna take what's comin to ya, and you’re even gonna thank us.” 

 After he finished his sentence he yanked you up by your hair, pushing your face near his crotch. Pants tighter than ever.

 “Take it out and suck.” You swallowed deep, shaking your head no. Begging him with your eyes for him to just let you go. That wasn’t gonna happen. Not today, not ever. Your defiance was met with a harsh smack to your cheek. Letting out a “stop” and a whimper, you let your nimble fingers work the button and zipper on his pants. Pulling the fabric down, as his erection basked in the slight freeness it was experiencing. With one last glance upwards into his eyes, you watched as he raised his palm in a silent threat. Quicker than he thought you would, you pushed his boxers down, letting his erection spring out in the open air. He hissed in relief, waiting for your lips to wrap around his large appendage. 

 You followed his orders from earlier, first gently suckling his tip with your mouth. A slight grimace made its way onto your features as you tasted his salty pre cum. Slowly but surely, letting your whole mouth engulf his member. He let out a guttural moan before letting his fingers find their way back into your locks. Pushing your head down further, causing you to choke and grip with desperate fingers, clawing his hips. You sputtered on pre cum and saliva. While he stood above you, smirk plastered on his features.

 “You got a nice mouth hero, ah. Now suck if you want it to be over faster.” With nothing else to do but submit, you put your mouth to work. Letting his moans encourage your lower region to warm up. It was ridiculous, your body preparing itself for what it knew would come next. That’s all it was, you weren’t enjoying it…. You weren’t.

 “Bakugou…” While still sucking like your life depended on it, you averted your eyes to see Kirishima stroking himself in full view. He was rather thick and long, the tip of his shaft starting to glisten with pre cum. A flush of red returned to your face before you got another smack to the cheek.

 “Pay attention to what you’re doing dumbass!” You moved your eyes back to him, keeping the tears that were forming in your eyes from spilling over. His angry hands still in a vice grip in your hair, a silent command to do more. You pushed yourself to take in more, even if it would only please him a little. 

 To your dismay, he was not very pleased and he decided to take it out on your throat. With his hands practically ripping out the strands of hair embedded in your scalp he forced his cock all the way down your tight throat. Your little whines and begs were muffled with his cock buried inside of you. A groan of pleasure came from him as he felt the vibrations from the tip of his cock, to the base.  He continued pulling you so that your lips were just wrapped around the tip before shunting his hips to the point where your face was forced to breathe in his hair. The feeling of precum dripping down your throat as his member was steadily bruising the back of his throat. 

“Do you want a turn Kiri?” The red heads already hard cock twitched at the idea. 

“That sounds great bakugou!...but I think I’m going to use a different hole.” After the words fell out of his mouth and slipped into your ear you couldn’t help but groan out in agony. The groans only made Bakugou that much more pleased, he let out a deep moan before pulling his cock from the back of your throat. 

 “I was just thinking the same thing…” You let your hands find their way to the ground, digging your nails into the dirt. “Please...please I’ll get you whatever you want...money...I’ll do anything just please-” 

 “I want you to shut up and take what's coming to you. And you better get used to it because this isn’t going to be the only time it happens. We’re gonna fuck you every time we feel like it, till all you can think about is how to make yourself wet fast enough for us.” Bakugou took your hair in his hands and pushed your face back into the ground as you felt Kiri lift your hips into the air. You heard your hero suit rip in two; your low whimper could also be heard if anyone would have cared to listen.

 Kiri got to fast work ripping off your panties, letting a finger find its way into your tight insides. “Wow look Bakugou!” He pulled out his finger with an almost childlike glee watching as your wetness came out in a trail. 

 “Well, I’ll be damned, she is a little slut. Do you like being raped, slut?” The words he was saying shouldn't have made you wet, but it was dribbling out of you. You could feel it, you could feel it. You felt the finger return and begin to play around with your insides, he curled his finger and you let out a shameful moan. You tried to push your legs together, hoping that somehow it would make him slip his finger out, maybe put up a barrier between you two. It was short lived before he pulled your legs apart, rutting his knee in between them to make sure they stayed apart. He kept scissoring into you until he felt like you were ready for two cocks. That was of course a long while of you whimpering and moaning as he found every spongy spot of ecstasy he could. He let out his fingers one final time, letting all the juices he had accumulated dribble off his finger and onto his cock. He moved to take the tip and play with it in your folds, he let out a nice, loud moan of pure ecstasy from your velvety walls. You couldn’t see it but he looked at his partner and nodded, he nodded back before teasing your walls with his own cock. It took you about one second to realize what was about to happen, for the second second you spent in complete shock, and the third, the third was when the agony set it. You howled in pain and agony, you could immediately feel the blood begin to drip down your thigh. You had never taken two guys at one, let alone two guys that were so well endowed. Your sobs to stop and to take at least one of them out was ignored. The pain was so much you could have swore you were going to throw up. 

 “God you’re so fucking tight and wet…” Kirishima muttered under his breath, as he forced his cock in all the way to the base.

 “I think that’s actually blood Kiri.” You let out a desperate “Please…” But all that earned you was a harsh smack on the ass. Your pussy reacted for you giving them a good squeeze. 

 “Hey I think she likes it!” Kirishima shouted as he did it to your other cheek. 

 “Please be gentle…” You begged for mercy to the sadistic villains. 

 “Please be gentle.” Bakugou mocked before he landed another painful smack to your behind. “I can feel that you’re enjoying this, I can even hear your whimpers you’re trying so hard to repress.” He was right, the sick sadistic bastard. You were beginning to feel a sick twisted pleasure as one big cock would come out and one would move in to take its place before it was barely out. They were pumping you stupid and all you could do was moan and hiccup. Bakugou let his fingers find their way back into your hair before gripping it and yanking you back so hard you could barely breathe. 

  “Open your mouth.” He commanded. When you didn’t immediately do as you were told he gave you another harsh smack on the ass. When you squealed out in pain he spit directly into your mouth. 

 “Swallow it and say thank you.” You could barely process the request as you felt yourself begin to come closer and closer to an orgasm you never consented to. You did as you were told like a good hero whore you were.

 “Are you a hero slut?” A hum escaped your lips as you got fucked harder. “Answer me whore!” He took his oher hand and wrapped it around your throat, giving a tight squeeze. 

 “Yes! I’m your hero whore!” 

 “Who do you belong to?” 

 You let out another pitiful moan as their two cocks pounded into your sensitive pussy. They were coming undone and so were you. “I- I belong to you and Kirishima!” 

 “What’s my fucking name whore?” 

 “B-AHH!” You didn’t get the chance to reply to him, your orgasm cutting you short. They both stopped moving inside of you, causing you to open your eyes, the look in their eyes told you that they were not happy with you. 

“Did I say you could fucking cum?” You felt a surge of cold fear run through your veins.

 “I didn’t-I-I I’m I-”

 “Shut up!” He smacked your cheek once, hard enough for your nose to bleed. With his grip still in your hair he began to rain smack after smack on your already sore ass. It didn’t take long for you to start crying and whispering apologies, some begs of mercy mixed in.

 “That’s right you’re gonna be fuckin sorry!” He ended his words with another harsh smack. “Kirishima, spread her little asshole open.”

 “NO...nonononono please I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

 “You’re damn right you won’t do it again.” 

 He let another smack fall onto your now purple ass cheeks. You could feel a thumb and a pointer finger begin to spread you open, it was painful and uncomfortable. You moved and squealed like a pig beneath him, hoping to escape his grasp. You only got so far as your hair in the villains grasp would let you. Before you had time to plead more Kirishima was already shoving his cock inside of your tight asshole. You let out another painful scream, your throat was beginning to feel sore from how loud you screamed earlier and how loud you were screaming now. 

 “You’re splitting me in two!” The pain was too much and you began to black out, feeling Bakugou pull out was the last thought you had as your head hit the ground. The feeling of Kirishima's boney hips painfully smacking at your abused ass lulling you to sleep. It was a short lived break before you felt him grip your hair and pull you up. He used his thick fingers to pry your jaw open, letting his cock find its home in the back of your throat again. You winced at the taste of your pussy juices, throat already numb. Even with a cock in the back of your throat you began to drift off again, not without receiving another smack on the cheek to keep you awake. 

 “Ah, fuck I’m gonna cum, and you’re going to swallow it” You hummed in quick response not wanting to get abused anymore. 

 “Good...that’s a good girl, you’re starting to catch on now.”

 “I’m-I’m gonna come to Bakugou...her asshole is so tight.” And they were right only a few more pumps and you felt your asshole being filled for the first time. Soon feeling hot sticky cum go down your throat, you swallowed it all while looking into the eyes of the man who had just used your unwilling body however he wanted. After his cock was good and limp he finally pulled out of your throat, letting you finally fall to the ground in peace.

 “I like this one a lot Bakugou! I haven’t had this much fun fucking someone in a while!”

 “She was alright.” Bakugou replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

 “Does that mean we can keep her?”

 “Like I’d ever let a whore like that walk free after that. Of course we’re gonna keep her...can’t wait to see what else we can do to her.”

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[kingkatsuki]

Private Show | Part One | Kirishima Eijirou

This is just a self-indulgent fic of me living out my Kirishima fantasies. If you’re down for a part two lemme know!

Part Two.

Warnings: 18+

“Sorry guys, I can’t tonight-” Kirishima raised his phone up to check the time, it was at least another thirty minutes until your show would begin but he wanted to make sure he was online early like always.

“You’re blowing us off again man?” Kaminari whined, inserting a disk into the PlayStation before handing a controller to Bakugou. 

“It’s not intentional guys, it’s just-”

“He’s in looove,” Sero gave Kirishima a playful nudge before attempting to grab him in a headlock.

“Are you guys bullying Kiri again?” Kirishima immediately activated his quirk, making Sero pull away from him with a grunt, clutching his arm as red eyes locked onto your form, immediately noticing your attire. The long shirt you wore hung off your body, hiding your curves from his prying eyes. The smooth skin of your legs that was exposed made Kirishima’s face heat up, admiring you’re smooth skin as he immediately began to think about exactly what you looked like under that baggy shirt. 

“Nah, just talking to him about his girlfriend,” Sero teased.

“Girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Kirishima mumbled, he definitely didn’t want you thinking he had someone in his life, but he also didn’t want you to know what he did on a weekly basis. His eyes met yours and Kirishima tried to work out what you were thinking, he thought he may have noticed a look of hurt flash across your features but he wasn’t sure. 

“Probably a catfish anyway,” Kaminari relaxed back against the couch as the start menu for the game flashed on the television screen.

“Well have a good night, guys.” Kirishima was broken out of his trance as he watched your retreating figure, a large mug of tea in your hands as you made your way towards your room. He immediately grabbed his phone, jumping up from his position beside Sero as he bid his friends farewell.

“Have fun, lover boy,” Kaminari chuckled as Kirishima’s cheeks tinged pink, “she better be special for you to be ditching us again.”

If only they knew.

~

Kirishima shut and locked the door to his room, flopping down onto his desk chair as he opened his laptop with a sigh. It was impossible for him to find the words to talk to you. The ability to form coherent sentences was lost whenever you stood within five feet of him. Resound to admiring you from afar, subtle glances and daydreams. This was exactly how he discovered your hobby. Could it even be considered a hobby? He knew it was your way of making extra money in between classes, but he had still been surprised the first time he’d discovered your side job. 

Kirishima clicked onto your page and immediately entered your chat room. Ten minutes early but who cares? This week had felt even longer than usual and he was desperate to see you, to hear you saying those things to him. The things he pretended were meant for his ears only, for his eyes only. Kirishima was caught completely off guard when he saw his screen illuminated with your image, the live feed starting as your face lit up, noticing his handle. 

“Hey, Red.” You smiled directly into the camera, it was as if you were looking directly at him. 

‘hi :)’ Kirishima typed back immediately moving his fingers up to the donate button. 

“We haven’t even started yet and you’re already donating?” Kirishima almost melted at the sound of your voice, you sounded so happy and it was because of him. 

‘anything for you.’ Kirishima typed, his heart swelling as he watched your face light up. 

“Anything?” You grinned, leaning towards the screen before slowly more supporters slowly began to trickle in, taking your attention away from him. 

“It’s so good to see you all again,” You leaned back in your chair, giving Kirishima a better view of the red bralette you wore. You looked incredible, the sight alone made a pleasurable jolt course through Kirishima’s body straight to his semi-hard erection. He palmed himself through his grey sweatpants, watching the way your hands moved up to cup your breasts through the thin material, trying to imagine how it would feel to touch them. The fact that you were barely a few doors away made him feel even warmer, he could just step inside your room and see you face to face at any moment. Kirishima moved his hand back to the donate button, clicking it again before moving his hand back to lift his t-shirt over his head.

“Another donation, Red.” You smirked into the camera, “you’re too good to me.” 

‘you deserve it :)’ Kirishima watched as your face lit up at his words. Bringing your lip into your mouth as you bit down on the soft skin, contemplating your next move before leaning forward and muttering ‘fuck it.’

Soon Kirishima was left staring at a black screen as you ended the session. He almost groaned in frustration as he watched your icon go from online to offline in an instant. Maybe you’d just got disconnected? He’d practically waited all week for this, surviving off watching you between classes and during gym sessions. You’d almost caught him at one point, leading him to accidentally walk into Bakugou who immediately shoved him to the ground. 

A shrill ringing broke him out of his thoughts as your contact picture flashed on his screen. An incoming call? 

Wait, what. 

The call continued to ring as Kirishima panicked. There was no way you could see his face, you’d surely never talk to him ever again. He contemplated just rejecting the call, but he also didn’t want to risk you never talking to him again. 

“Shit.” Kirishima grunted, fingers flying up to accept the call before it rang out, angling his laptop screen down so it only showed his body from the neck down. 

“Finally. I thought you were ghosting me.” Your voice filled the room and he was glad you couldn’t see the goofy grin on his face at your words. 

‘would I ever do that to you? ;)’ Kirishima typed and he instantly saw the pout on your features. 

“You can talk to me, you know?” 

Kirishima’s fingers hovered over his keyboard, biting his lip as he tried to decide what to do next. You’d probably recognise his voice in an instant, immediately ending this entire arrangement. 

“Hello, Red? Can you hear me?” You moved to disconnect the call, maybe your microphone failed.

“What’s with the private call?” Kirishima winced at the sound of his voice, convinced you’d be able to tell it was him in an instant even though he’d attempted to mask his accent.

“Oh! You’re there.” Your smile made Kirishima melt as you bounced in your seat. “I just wanted to show you some appreciation. You’re always the first in my chats, the first to donate. I guess I was curious, is all. About who exactly you are.” 

~

Your eyes were glued on his torso as you shifted to get comfier on your bed. The room was dark, the only light was from his computer screen but you could make out his body. He was sculpted by the gods, he had to be. With a body like that. Ripped muscles that lead down to a prominent v-line with a black happy trail leading into his grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. 

“Don’t I get to see your face?” You gave your best attempt at looking seductive, teasingly slipping your fingers under your bra strap to let it fall down your shoulder with an innocent smile on your face. Half of you had been expecting a creepy old man, not an attractive younger guy. You rubbed your legs together to try and create some friction as you watched the man in front of you shift in his seat. 

“I can’t.” He simply stated and the objection caused you to pout. 

“That’s fine, not like I don’t have the perfect view already,” You grinned as your eyes roamed across his naked skin again, biting your lip as you reached behind your back to undo your bra, letting it fall to the ground in front of you, “better even out the playing field.”

“If I’d have known you were this hot I would have invited you for a private chat a long time ago,” 

“You don’t know I’m hot,” Kirishima scoffed gruffly as he changed position, leaning forward slightly. The new angle made his muscles look even more defined and you could only imagine what it would be like to have them pressed up against your body. 

“Show me then,” You tried to coax him to reveal his face, your fingers moving up to tweak your nipples as you watched the male shift in his seat again. 

“I can’t,” He sounded apologetic, but you couldn’t help but feel upset. 

“That’s okay,” You moved to lay back on your bed, spreading your legs on either side of your laptop so you knew he had a good view. “I can still have fun imagining what you look like,”

You gave the male on the other side of the screen a coy smile as the hand on your breast slid down your stomach, fingers teasingly dipping into the hem of your panties before slowly stroking against your clothed slit. 

Shit, when did you get this wet?

“You’re still going to show me other things though, right?” Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you began to circle your clit above your panties, sending small shockwaves throughout your core as you watched him arch his hips up off the chair he was in, tugging his sweatpants down his legs. “Please, Red.”

Kirishima’s eyes were focused on his laptop screen as he freed himself from his clothing, eyes roaming your naked skin as he watched you tease yourself, groaning as you stared directly into the camera. 

“Fuck,” Your cunt clenched at the sight of his hard girth being freed from its confines, the length arching up to slap against his chest. He was huge. 

Your eyes could just about make out the shimmering bead of pre-cum that sat on his tip as you I voluntarily licked your lips. 

“See something you like, Princess?” His words almost made you cum with a whine as your tight hole clenched violently, desperate to feel something inside it. 

“You’re so fucking big, Red. Can you see what you’re doing to me?” Your fingers slipped your panties to the side, showing Kirishima how wet you were as a string of your essence stuck to the crotch of your panties from your slit, “I wish you were here right now.”

Kirishima groaned as his hand moved to wrap around his length, giving it a few rough tugs as he watched your fingers slip into your wetness. His thumb moving up to spread his pre-cum along his length, trying to imagine it was your slick covering him.

“Yeah?” Kirishima grunted out, unable to think of anything else to say. 

“Mmm, yeah.” You dipped two fingers inside your tight cunt, feeling your inner walls stretch around them as your eyes focused on Kirishima’s movements, “stretching my tight little pussy,”

The groan that left Kirishima’s lips at your words told you that you’d said the right thing, whimpering as you brought your hand up to play with your clit, rubbing frantic circles around it as you tried to imagine it was his hands touching you instead. 

“I wish you could feel how wet I am for you right now,” You lifted your hand up to the camera, showing him your fingers coated in your slick. 

“I wish I could taste you,” Kirishima didn’t even think before uttering the words, an instant blush creeping onto his face at their bluntness before he heard your sinful moan. 

“I wish you could too,”

“I’d have you sit on my face,” Kirishima became more brazen with his words and movements, pumping his cock with more vigour as he watched you continue to stroke your clit, “wouldn’t stop ‘til you’ve cum on my face.”

The whimper that left your lips had his cock twitching in his hand. He was so close. All the pent up frustrations for the week combined with the fact you’d invited him to a private show was overwhelming, Kirishima’s thumb circled the head of his cock in brisk, teasing motions as he watched your reaction to his words. 

“After that I’d bend you over, spank that pretty ass.” Kirishima was roughly pumping his cock now, thumb sliding over the tip with each jerk of the wrist. 

“I’m gonna cum, Red.” Your fingers continued circling your clit as your eyes looked directly at your laptop screen, watching Kirishima’s hand pump along his length. 

“Cum for me, Princess.” Your hips jerked up at his words, arching off the bed as you neared your release, “fucking cum.”

The harsh tone in his voice had you screaming out as your cunt convulsed around your fingers, toes curling as your body hurtled into a mind blowing orgasm. 

The sight made Kirishima groan as his own climax washed over him, moving a hand down to massage his balls as he came, calling out your name with a grunt. His cum shot up and landed over his chest and thighs as he tried to regulate his breathing. Eyes still clearly focused on your naked body. You really were perfect. 

“Shit. I’ve never done that before.” Your breathing was heavy as you tried to calm yourself down, your cunt still clenching desperately in the afterglow of your climax. 

“Done what?”

“Got off with someone online.” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was staring directly at you which made your entire body feel flush. 

“You’ve never-”

“Sure I do these cam shows every week, but it has to show that you must be someone pretty special for me to do this with you. I should be paying you!” You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had an orgasm like that, your legs were still quivering. 

You couldn’t see it, but Kirishima had the widest grin on his face at your words.

“Same time tomorrow?”

#kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou smut #eijirou kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha imagines #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha smut #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut #boku no hero academia smut #boku no hero academia x reader

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Misunderstanding | Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

AN: Yo! How’s it going, friends! So, this is a soulmate au with Shinsou and I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a while, so I finally got around to it! Side note: Hitoshi’s hero name is Mindjack. Length: 2.3k Pronouns used: They/them Soulmate connection: The first words your soulmate says to you is written somewhere on your body.

Summary: For years, Shinsou believed his soulmate thought he was a villain, after all, that’s what it said on his body. But when he meets you, he’s a little surprised and what your words meant.

Hitoshi Shinsou often hated the world. Not only was it exceptionally unfair, but it was also cruel. Every single person in the world was paired up with a soulmate, one they were perfectly matched up with. For most people, this wasn’t an issue, but something positive they all looked forward to. That meant they didn’t have to go through the whole dating scene and heartbreak before meeting their one true love. 

Hitoshi disagreed. 

Every fated pair had a connection; the first line one of them says to the other. Their very first words to one another were plastered onto their skin. The words would appear on a child’s skin at the age of two and Hitoshi was no different. However, the words he’d received were just plain confusing. Until he got older, then they were the bane of his existence.

Hitoshi glared at this chest, which held the words his soulmate would say. Right above his heart, neatly written, were their first words.

“A villain’s quirk, huh?”

So even that stupid soulmate of his believed he was a villain. All he wanted was to be a hero, all he ever pushed himself to do was become a hero. Everyone doubted him because of his quirk, a stupid ability he had no control over.

He didn’t mean to, but overtime, Hitoshi started to hate people. He started to dislike everyone around him. No one gave him a chance, they always judged him before he could even defend himself. How could they? He desperately wanted to be a hero not a villain, yet here they were almost turning him into one.

What a hypocritical society he lived in. They held heroes in the highest regard, praised, and almost worshiped them. Yet, here was an innocent student striving to give his life to protect the same people who threw insults at him, basically deeming him a villain.

Despite all of this, Hitoshi persevered. He pushed through everyone and made it into the hero course. They were… a godsend, really. Class 2A. Especially people like Midoriya, Kirishima, and Kaminari. They pushed him harder than he pushed himself and they often referred to him as a hero. Something he so desperately needed.

However, Hitoshi always has a lingering fear. That his soulmate would think he was a villain too. The words on his chest were… daunting. Why would his soulmate say that to him? Out of all the damn things they could say, this was it? Nothing else?

No matter how Hitoshi looked at it, he couldn’t see a positive outcome. All he saw was a faceless soulmate of his, throwing insults at him just like everyone else. Calling him the one thing he despised so much.

A villain.

~**~

It was the end of the school day and Hitoshi had packed all his stuff, ready to go home. Recently, his connection had been acting up. It would sometimes tingle and sting a little, other times it was a calming, warm sensation. As much as Hitoshi hated his soulmate, he couldn’t help but bask in that comfort. It eased all his worries, often making his stresses melt away. Something he needed.

Exams were coming up and once he passed this, he would graduate. Then, he could officially start on his dream to become a hero. The road was difficult and filled with a lot of uncertainty, but he was almost done. He was so close.

“Hey, Shinsou!” Hitoshi stopped walking and looked behind him, a smile gracing his features. “How are you?” Midoriya asked as he stopped next to his purple-haired friend.

“I’m good, yourself?”

“Pretty good! Exams are coming up, you think you’re prepared? I’m so nervous! After this, we’ll graduate and become real heroes!” Hitoshi nodded, feeling excitement build up in his chest. His life goal was so close, within his reach.

“I am. Think you’ll have time to spar with me this weekend?” Midoriya nodded with a big smile.

“Most definitely! Kiri and I are gonna be sparring too, tomorrow after school, if you wanna join us! I would ask if you wanna join us today but you said you were busy earlier.” Hitoshi nodded at his words.

“Yeah, I have some stuff to do after school, including some homework I’ve been waiting to finish. But I can definitely join you two tomorrow, if that’s ok with you guys.”

“Of course it is!” Midoriya chirped, giving him a bright smile. “You know we love to train with you! Oh! There he is! Kiri!”

“Midoriya! Shinsou!”

“Well, I have to go! See you tomorrow, Shinsou.”

“You good, have fun Midoriya. Hey Kiri!” Kirishima and Midoriya waved one last time before they took off, heading the other way.

As Hitoshi walked home, his mind returned to the exam. They’d have a written portion and then the physical portion. Both required for graduation. Hitoshi was ready, he’d been studying plenty recently. He just needed to work on the physical-

“That’s him. The one with the villain’s quirk.” Hitoshi frowned, hearing the woman talking to her friend. Immediately, his mind blanked and all he could think of was how no one would accept him as a hero. Now that Hitoshi was 18, he just stopped arguing with people. Instead, he chose to ignore them but that didn’t work most of the time. Sure, he’d never confront them, but their words stuck, slowly breaking at the confidence his classmates help build up.

“Not sure why he’s even bothering to be a hero.”

“Right! Better off joining the villains. He belongs there anyway.” The other woman laughed. As much as Hitoshi wanted to scream and argue, he kept his mouth shut. There was no point. Ever since his 2nd year, all he did was try to show everyone he was a hero and a good one. He had spent his entire work-study proving he wasn’t a villain, but he could only do so much. Some people would just never accept him and he needed to come to terms with that fact. These two women were the perfect example. What else could he do? He was tired.

It seemed like karma was smiling down on him that day.

As Hitoshi walked by, someone bumped into him and ran to the two women. They screamed and backed up into a wall. One was able to get away, but the man ended up grabbing the other woman. She screamed as he pulled her against him, placing a blade against her throat.

People around them screamed and panicked, unsure of what to do and the man was already spewing demands. The woman that had gotten away, immediately looked for Hitoshi, but before even needing to be prompted, he jumped into action.

“Hey!” He pushed past everyone and stood in front of the woman and villain. He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes. Guess he’d get his chance to prove her wrong after all. “What do you want?”

The villain glared at Hitoshi before whispering something to the woman. Tears slid down her cheeks as the knife dug into her skin.

“H-He w-won’t sp-speak! H-he knows y-you’re qu-quirk.” She said, crying out when he tugged her close to him. She tried to struggle, but it seemed like he was much stronger than her, causing her to only tire out. That was a problem. Hitoshi didn’t have his capture weapon and the villain wasn’t talking. Next best thing, stalling.

“Ok, don’t hurt her. What do you want?” He whispered something to the woman, making her blink as more tears slid down her cheeks.

“H-he w-wants mo-money a-and a car t-to get away.”

“Money and a car? That’s easy. There are plenty of cars right here, I’m sure I can get one for you. But that money… we’re not near a bank.” He whispered something again, making the woman speak up.

“H-he s-AHH!” She screamed as he growled and said something, pulling on her. “E-empty your p-pockets!” Hitoshi’s eyes scanned the crowd and everyone looked at him for help. They knew him and now they needed him.

“I don’t think you’ll want their stuff,” Hitoshi said, holding his hands out, his eyes on the knife. “I can get you the money, but I need her to be safe and sound.” The villain glared at Hitoshi and whispered something to the terrified woman who let out a sob before talking.

“H-he said h-he’ll k-ki-kill me. I-if you d-don’t listen to him.” Hitoshi had an idea, but it was extremely risky. No reinforcements followed so that meant he was on his own.

“Calm down. Don’t hurt her,” he sighed before pushing his strategy, “how much?”

“T-ten thousand.”

“Oh I don’t think we have that. I think there’s a bank down that road, it’s not close but we can make it. Let go of her and I’ll take you there myself.”

“Y-you go! H-he’ll st-stay here wi-with me.”

“Well damn, I can’t do that.” Hitoshi sighed before a smirk made its way onto his face. His eyes gazed into the villain’s, before he looked the villain up and down. “Are you scared? You’re shaking.”

“H-he says sh-shut up.”

“I’m just making an observation.”

“H-he’ll kill me!”

“For a thief, you’re not a very good one. I’m just pointing it out.” That got him.

“JUST SHUT-“ His eyes turned milky white and everyone froze.

“Let go of her.” Immediately, his arms fell off of her and she ran to Hitoshi. Without even thinking, Hitoshi took her in his arms, holding her tightly against him. “Oh your knees, hands above your head.” The villain complied immediately and everyone burst into cheers. 

The woman hugged Hitoshi, thanking him numerous times. He nodded as someone from the crowd called for help. Within 10 minutes, the police and pro heroes arrived.

The woman was taken away and after everyone was questioned, they were allowed to go home. 

As Hitoshi started walking home, a voice called out to him, stopping him. He turned his head and looked back at the person, waiting for them to talk.

“A villain’s quirk, huh?” The words on his chest tingled and warmed up, the universal sign of his soulmate speaking the words marking his skin. Almost immediately, Hitoshi turned hostile, ready to lash out. DID THEY NOT SEE WHAT HE JUST DID?! So this was his dumb soulmate?! Great! He’d been dying to give this bitch a piece of his mind for a good 15 years! He faced them prepared to argue but froze at the words that came from their mouth. “I don’t think there’s such a thing. Besides, you clearly proved otherwise. Congratulations, Mindjack.”

Wait, what?

The look on his face caused them to laugh a little. He’d just barely registered the look of amusement on their face.

“I know what they say about you. I’ve… never believed it was true. I hate how people say that someone has a “villain’s quirk”, there is no such thing. Your quirk is how you use it. Look at All Might. A powerful giant who smashed villains with his fists. No one called him a villain.” He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his soulmate’s mouth. They didn’t think he was a villain! It was all just a misunderstanding.

God, did he hate himself...

He grew up hating his soulmate, coming up with the best speech and argument he could. He’d prepared a pretty damn solid one too, but now he had to throw that all out the window because none of what he thought was true. His soulmate didn’t think he was a villain… they just got cut off! Why the hell did it do that anyway? Was this just some cruel joke from the universe?

Unfortunately, to the person in front, they had no idea Hitoshi was their soulmate, since the hero had yet to say a single word to them. Now that the majority of the public had thinned out, they decided it was best to leave.

“Well uh… see you around.” They said and turned to leave, walking in the opposite direction. His first words were ridiculously dumb because he didn’t even try to stop her. All he could say was:

“My soulmate doesn’t think I’m a villain.” They paused, their eyes widening as their back tingled and heated up. That… MINDJACK WAS THEIR SOULMATE?! They turned around, facing him, seeing the same shocked expression on his face.

“Y-you’re m-my soulmate?” They squeaked out, making him slowly nod. They almost cried from happiness. Just like Hitoshi, the words on their back were something they’d questioned almost every single day. Why would they think their soulmate was a villain? Was he really? They grew up believing their fated half was a villain. That maybe they’d done something but at the same time, none of it made sense. Why would their other half say that if they were a villain?

“I am,” Hitoshi said confidently. The fear had melted away from both of them, the uncertainty finally put to rest. “I-I’m Hitoshi Shinsou.” He introduced, his eyes meeting their beautiful (e/c) ones.

“Hitoshi…” they whispered, a smile gracing their features. “I’m (y/f/n). N-nice to meet you.” Hitoshi chuckled and nodded, looking down for a second. He’d never felt… so giddy and content. His eyes widened and he almost didn’t catch them. Without him realizing it, they’d run towards him, throwing themselves on him.

Hitoshi sighed, closing his eyes and pulling their body flush against his. His arms tightened around them, as if he was scared to let go. He didn’t want them to just… disappear.

(f/n) didn’t think he was a villain. Hitoshi was ashamed for hating them for no damn reason and vowed to make it up to them. (y/f/n) was his soulmate, his and his alone. The universe had chosen this beautiful person for someone like him and he would cherish and love them for as long time would let him.

#mha #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x reader #shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso imagine #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #my hero academia #boku no hero x reader

[uchihasakurawrites]

A Lesson in Practicality (1)

Rating: T for language & depictions of violence

Summary: It takes a near-death experience in Yukigakure for Sakura to realize that Sasuke has her back in more ways than one.

Word Count: 3,154

A/N: This idea was going to be a short drabble, but the storyline ended up going in a direction that I didn’t initially plan for. There will be a Part Two (of 2). Part One has more implied SasuSaku - Sasuke will play a much more significant role in the next part! There’s a very high chance that this is going to be a prequel for the longer SasuSaku fic I’m currently working on. 

Let me know what you think, please!! Thank you to everyone who has left feedback on my work thus far~ 

Cross-posted on AO3 and Fanfiction

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Sakura had heard enough stories from her fellow kunoichi about birthday gifts from their boyfriends to know that Sasuke’s definition of a gift was unique, to say the least.

Sai’s most recent gift to Ino was simple - a modest bouquet of flowers, carefully cultivated to convey a special message, a basket of cherry tomatoes from his personal garden, and a painting of the two of them on what Ino later told Sakura was their engagement day. Naruto once took Hinata on a two-week getaway to the hot spring resorts of Yugakure for her first birthday after they became official (though Hinata later let it slip that Naruto hadn’t informed Hiashi of their vacation and was subsequently banned from the Hyuuga compound for the foreseeable future). Chouji hosted a surprise birthday party for Karui just a few months after she migrated to Konoha, complete with her closest friends from Kumogakure and a home-cooked buffet. Even Shikamaru had stepped up his game with a private couple’s cooking class at Amaguriama, knowing that Temari would punt him to Suna if he showed up with just the personalized shogi piece he had originally planned on giving to her.

Temari had still barely let him escape, fully aware that Shikamaru had organized the class in hopes of never having to go out of his way to buy her favorite sweets again if she could just make them herself. Watching him burn three batches of roasted chestnuts was enough of a gift in itself.

Sasuke hadn’t been in the village for any of Sakura’s birthdays since before his defection back in their genin days. Even then, she couldn’t remember him going out of his way to give her a gift beyond grumbling out a low “Happy Birthday” if team training happened to coincide with her birthday.

To say that Sakura was shocked when she awoke to the tap tap tap of a messenger bird at her window before dawn on her nineteenth birthday was an understatement. Her grumbles at being awakened at such an hour on a day Ino had explicitly banned Sakura from working stopped the second she recognized the bird as Sasuke’s hawk. After fumbling with the latch on her window for a moment - she swore that the hawk gave her some serious side-eye when it took her three tries to get the latch to unstick - she held out her wrist for the bird. It left in the next breath, right after Sakura untied the scroll it was carrying. Sakura frowned at the hawk’s manners as she hadn’t even gotten to send a reply but realized she shouldn’t expect much. Of course Sasuke’s summons would take on his taciturn attitude.

The note tied to the scroll was simple: A last resort.

Huffing a laugh at the note, which was so very Sasuke, Sakura made quick work of the scroll’s seal. She immediately recognized the script as a summoning scroll, though she couldn’t parse out exactly what the summons was. Most likely one of Sasuke’s if he had sent it to her - a hawk or a snake. She sincerely hoped for the former.

Her first Chunin exams had effectively wrecked snakes for her.

Sakura resealed the scroll with a small smile. She had learned what she was getting into quite quickly when she first realized her love for Sasuke ran deeper than a surface-level crush. Any relationship she had with him wouldn’t be normal, be it romantic or platonic. Sasuke’s definition of a relationship was understandably different than most others; she had to learn how to read into the small gestures and unspoken words he left between them - the forehead pokes, the thank you’s, and the occasional mumbled annoying. There would be no typical gifts, no grand romantic gestures, and she was okay with that.

She had hardly expected a congratulatory note for her birthday, let alone a physical gift. Sure, a summoning scroll might not be the most conventional gift, but Sakura figured the practicality of it summed up Sasuke’s approach to relationships perfectly: securing the safety of those closest to him. This particular gesture meant she was at least somewhere on his (very short) list of valuable people in his life.  

So when she tucked the scroll away, she did so with a smile, knowing that the added weight next to her medical supplies was a comfort that Sasuke had her back no matter where he was.

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Sakura discovered that sentiment was far more literal than she had initially thought as she fled the scene of an assassination mission gone wrong in Yukigakure. Eliminating the target - a noble displaced by the war who sought to sow seeds of discontent against the ruling family - was fairly straightforward. A quick henge, a few unconscious guards, and a convenient chakra-induced heart attack left no trace to Konoha or the royal family.

The bounty hunters on her tail were decidedly less straightforward.

Since the end of the war, Sakura’s field mission count had dropped drastically. With Tsunade out of the village, rebuilding and strengthening Konoha’s medical system fell squarely on her shoulders. Ino’s support with the Children’s Mental Health Clinic left some room in her schedule for diplomatic medical missions to neighboring villages as a show of goodwill after the Allied Shinobi Forces dissolved, but she was rarely included in combat units. Kakashi had only assigned her to this solo mission as a favor to Koyuki since she was already familiar with Sakura from her genin days. Relations between Konoha and Iwagakure had been steady enough after the war, but Kakashi couldn’t risk instability in a country so close to Iwa.

While Sakura had kept up with her combat skills as well as she could through spars and periodic demonstrations at the Academy, she could feel the rust in her reaction times as she adjusted her own fighting style to the unfamiliar terrain. Snow meant additional chakra expenditure to maintain body temperature and keep her feet planted firmly on the ground; it took her the first few moments of the pursuit just to adjust her fighting style so that she wouldn’t go skidding across ice when she followed through on her punches.

It was the split second of hesitation between her noticing the first hunter rapidly approaching from behind and actually lunging to the left to avoid his attack that cost her a kunai to the thigh. The wound was deep, but Sakura was less concerned about the fact that she could clearly see the muscle fibers in her leg and more concerned about neutralizing the unknown poison that was trying to spread from it. Sewing the skin together enough to stop the bleeding was second nature; it was maintaining a chakra net around the wound to contain the poison that required a bit more focus.

Based on both their speed and specialized jutsu, Sakura guessed the hunters were at least jounin-level. Ten to twelve  total based on a quick extension of her sensory jutsu. Had this been a different situation, Sakura would have been flattered that someone thought she was dangerous enough to send so many high-level shinobi to ambush her. She made a quick mental note to thank Karin for training her in a variant of the Kagura Shingan jutsu.

Running forever wasn’t an option, especially at the pace she was being forced to keep. She needed to start picking these guys off - she figured she had faced far worse odds and won.

Sakura slid to a stop and waited precisely six seconds for about half of the hunters to catch up before she drove her fist into the ground. Unsteady ground and low visibility from the snow she had loosened caught the two closest hunters off guard, and she pressed her advantage to neatly slice their jugulars open with chakra scalpels. She took note of their appearance, standard shinobi gear in shades of white and grey and curiously blank hitai-ates linked around both of their necks, and paused just long enough to snatch one of the headbands for later inspection. She tucked it into her medical pouch before rounding to face the next wave of hunters.

Most of the remaining nin were smart enough to keep their distance; they must have done enough research on her to know that engaging her in close-combat was the fastest way to lose. The nin fell into a loose semicircle formation around her, half close enough for mid-range attacks and half further back. If they were Iwa or Yuki missing nin, she could expect mostly Water and Earth-style jutsu - the same affinities she had, but probably much more practiced.

Keeping a firm hold on her Kagura Shingan to track her opponents, Sakura quickly formed the seals for Suiton: Kiri Shikaku she had picked up during a brief stay in Kiri and saw an immediate improvement in her vision. She caught four hunters in her visual range and charged forward, hoping to close the distance between them fast enough for her to get a clean hit. All four flew through the same familiar sequence of hand signs she had seen from Iwa nin during the war, and a solid rock wall about ten feet high erupted in her path.

Not deterred in the slightest by the barrier, Sakura augmented her speed with chakra and drove a fist into the wall. The rock gave more resistance to her wrist than normal, so she quickly adjusted the chakra concentration in her knuckles to absorb the additional force. The hunters, she guessed, had infused their chakra into the wall in hopes that the reinforcement would injure her wrist or at least slow her down.

Sakura smirked as her fist drove clean through the wall and followed her punch up with a roundhouse to shatter it. Their chakra control was good if they could spread it so finely across the surface of the wall - but hers was better.

She darted towards the closest target and delivered a punch to his gut that snapped his spine clean in half. His partner appeared at her side in the next breath, driving his katana towards her neck and forcing her to drop to her knees to dodge. Sakura swept her leg underneath the nin’s feet, ignoring the stinging sensation of the snow on her skin as she followed the nin’s dodge up with a well-aimed kunai. The weapon landed squarely in the back of his dominant hand and forced him to change grips on his katana.

A small part of Sakura’s mind was immediately suspicious when the two other nin closest to them chose to charge her head-on instead of retreating. Perhaps she had given them too much credit if they were reckless enough to rush into a taijutsu battle with her just because she had taken a few of them out.

It made more sense when chains of water shot out from the ground to bind her ankles and wrists firmly to the ground - the work of the long-range nins’ combined Suiton: Suikusari no Jutsu. They must have been watching for an opening to slow her down long enough for the mid-range hunters to close in on her and deliver a killing blow.

The chains were sturdier than any suiton she had faced in the past, no doubt due to the number of hunters who were focused on restraining her. Sakura channeled a burst of pure chakra to the surface of the skin on her wrists, ankles, and torso; anywhere the chains touched, she honed in on. She could either drive her chakra into the chains, slow down the water molecules in them so that they turned to ice, and shatter them, or push her chakra directly outwards to free herself long enough to move away from the chains.

The first option would have been a more permanent solution, but the breath of a hunter nin on her neck forced Sakura into the second. With a shannaro! Sakura willfully tore her body out of the chains, redirected the chakra to her feet, and used the closest nin’s chest as a platform to fling herself over the chains and out of reach. She shoved one foot into the woman’s chest and used the other to bat a kunai with an explosive tag away from them both.

What Sakura didn’t account for was the nin she had planted her foot on reacting quickly enough to snag her ankle and drag her to the ground with her. She used the momentum of her fall to slide further away from the chains and twisted her ankle to free herself. Ice-covered rocks sliced at her forearms and stomach, but she drove her fingers into the ground to lever herself forward.

Crippling pain radiated from her ankle as soon as she was free, drawing a hoarse cry from her throat. She hadn’t seen a weapon in the nin’s hand, and there was no open wound. A second wave of searing pain nearly brought Sakura to her knees yet again, and she reached out for her medical chakra to send to inspect the area as she narrowly vaulted over a windmill shuriken -

Only to find that summoning her chakra felt like pulling a viscous liquid through a fine sieve. The chakra that had been isolating the poison around her wounds only stayed in place from sheer force of will. She spared a quick glance at her ankle, eyes widening at the black seal branded onto her skin.

Fuinjutsu.

Sakura didn’t recognize the seal and didn’t have time to inspect it further. Water chains exploded from the ground beneath her just as four hunters lunged at her from each direction. She jumped into the air, twisting to narrowly avoid a series of kunai. A loose shuriken lodged into her calf. Sakura immediately recognized the signs of poison digging into her system; she also recognized with a growing trepidation that it took far more of her concentration than she could spare to dredge up the medical chakra necessary to isolate it.

Whatever seal the hunters had placed on her was blocking her chakra flow, but not in a way she had experienced before. Training with Shizune’s poisons and Hinata’s tenketsu blocks hadn’t prepared her for this. Her chakra wasn’t completely inaccessible, but it was as though a fine mesh had settled over each of her chakra points. It was as though the hunters hoped she would continue trying to mold her chakra, exhausting herself enough in the process that they could take her out.

Her dread grew when she reached out for her Byakugo only to feel the same fine mesh blocking her access. She could still feel the mass of chakra settled behind her forehead, but she doubted she could summon enough of it fast enough to make a significant difference in this fight.

Sakura had a sinking feeling that this seal, which she hadn’t even come across in the Uzumaki fuinjutsu scrolls Naruto had lent to her, was designed specifically to hinder ninja with her level of chakra control and reserves. It didn’t matter how much control she had if it took her six times as long to drag her chakra to a specific point. Keeping the poison in her system at bay occupied enough of her attention at the moment. Evading the seemingly endless water chains that followed her and the four nins on her tail only added to her exhaustion.

One of the hunters managed to land a kick squarely on her side, cracking at least two ribs. Sakura took another blow to her back, and she twisted to catch the nin’s ankle. She snapped it cleanly in two, baring her teeth as she drove a kunai into the kunoichi’s neck before she could finish the seals for an Earth-style jutsu.

She managed to keep with this rhythm long enough to incapacitate another two nin but knew that she was reaching her limit. She took a half dozen more hits from the closest hunters and a particularly nasty cut from a katana before she pulled back, focused on her seal, and pushed. Black lines twisted down her face and startled the hunters long enough for her to shunt what chakra she could get ahold of to the soles of her boots. The force of the chakra from her seal was enough to push what little she needed through.

Sakura took off at a sprint, running as far and as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the hunters who immediately followed suit. Knowing her options were limited, Sakura scrambled behind the first large boulder she could find and snapped the highest level genjutsu she could manage over the surrounding area. Her jaw clenched to choke off a scream at the fire that lanced through her chakra network as she forced her chakra into the jutsu.

Her chakra control, it seemed, was not better than whichever nin had developed this seal.

She quickly surveyed her condition - several lacerations, at least two cracked ribs, and more poison in her system than she could afford to isolate at once - and realized that the seal on her ankle was not only making it more difficult to mold chakra but also draining it. Sakura immediately withdrew her own chakra, slamming her Yin seal down before the hunter’s seal could touch her reserves. Without her Byakugo, Sakura figured she barely had enough chakra to maintain her genjutsu and keep the poison around her major wounds locked in place. Healing herself would do nothing but leave her drained and vulnerable when the hunter nins eventually found her.

Her genjutsu skills had improved drastically under Kurenai’s tutelage, but the hunter nins would eventually figure out what she had done and double back to find her. They knew as well as she did that she wasn’t in a condition to flee very far.

Without hesitation, Sakura withdrew the summoning scroll Sasuke had given her from a pouch at her hip and snapped it open. She didn’t have enough chakra to summon enough of Katsuyu to be useful, and Sakura would be long dead before reinforcements came even if she did ask Katsuyu to send a message to Konoha.

As much as she hated snakes, Sakura desperately hoped for Aoda as she drew a bloodied thumb across the parchment (though the rational part of her brain noted she probably didn’t have the chakra to handle that level of summons either). She blanched at the strain the summons put on her chakra network and wondered belatedly if she had overestimated how much of what little chakra she had left she could actually direct towards the summons. Slamming her eyes shut with a choked cry, Sakura visualized grabbing onto the thin trails of chakra that creaked through her veins and pulled.

If she’d had the energy for it, Sakura is certain she would have screamed when it was neither a hawk nor a snake that appeared before her - but rather, Sasuke Uchiha himself.

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #part 1 #a lesson in practicality #sasusaku blank period #sasusaku fanfic #naruto fanfiction

[simplybakugou]

Warmth

↝ Following a traumatic event from a few years ago, you find yourself in a moment of panic before your boyfriend is there to comfort you.

BINGO SPACE: Sharing Clothes

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!kirishima x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: reader undergoing a panic attack; fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1826

A/N: when i got this prompt i was initially going to write another purely fluff scenario but for some reason i wasn’t feeling the best earlier this week and decided to make this so here’s another @bnhabookclub​ bingo fic for kiri. thank you to the anon who requested kirishima for this prompt! the transparent kirishima cap is from the bnhabookclub drive!

FULL BINGO MASTERLIST

✐posted 08.25.2020✐

The apartment felt colder than it did on most days, a shiver travelling down your spine as you huddled under your blanket to provide some heat for you. Your eyes glanced back and forth from your phone which was sitting on the coffee table and the TV screen right in front of you. You flipped through the various channels, rolling your eyes as the occasional gossip site would cover some bullshit story about pro heros and other celebrities. There were even some reporters covering a story about your relationship with Kirishima, who happened to be one of the top heroes in the world.

Finally you settled onto a regular news station as the woman on the screen informed the audience that the professional hero conference was a success and those who attended, Kirishima included, were on their way back home. You smiled at the sight of photographers and paparazzi capturing several videos of Kirishima waving to them as he was at the airport and was on his way back to you, which you were absolutely ecstatic to see him once again.

You grabbed your phone, deciding to send him a quick text to make sure he was safe and to ask if the flight back home was okay. Although the news indicated that he was in Japan once again, you wanted to hear the confirmation directly from him.

Kirishima replied right away, letting you know that he was at the airport and to give him ten minutes till he got into the car. It may have been overbearing, but you missed him terribly during the week that he was away for the conference. 

Your relationship with Kirishima was one that felt like it lasted a lifetime. You both went to the same middle school, Mustafa Private Middle School. You were close with Ashido Mina and together the two of you stood out as the two happy-go-lucky girls. Mina was always upbeat and caring with the way she spoke with others and while you were kind in your own way as you didn’t hesitate to stick up for anyone who needed it. It was one thing Kirishima still admired about you and it was what made you stand out from the other girls in his grade. You even almost got suspended once for nearly getting into a fight with a boy for bullying one of the girls in your class. Needless to say, you impressed Kirishima quite a bit. Although you were known for your confrontational behavior, you had no interest in being a hero like Kirishima. Either way you were a hero in his eyes.

By the time you graduated from middle school and were on your way to high school, you and Kirishima parted ways and he was enrolled at U.A. while you were attending a regular high school. You hadn’t heard from him since then, only seeing his face on the news occasionally during the U.A. sports festivals and from when class A would often be targeted by the League of Villains.

With time you flourished into an adult and began working a boring office job, one that you didn’t mind as at least it was paying the bills. One unfortunate day at work, it suddenly began pouring with thunder and lightning striking the bleak skies. While you were at your desk working like you did every other day, a villain sent a lightning strike right into the office building. The scene was quickly put into a state of panic as people began freaking out as their lives were quite evidently put into danger.

You assisted as many people as you could, urging your coworkers to calm down as everyone attempted to evacuate before the heroes and authorities could come. And soon enough Kirishima was one of the heroes who came onto the scene, using his quirk to protect people as the building began to crumble at an alarming rate. 

As you had finally helped out as many people as you could, due to your selflessness, you weren’t able to protect yourself as efficiently as you protected others as you ended up being trapped between large chunks of cinder block and cement blocking the exit. The villain was still inside the building, causing as much damage as he could before he was reprimanded and restrained. 

It was a terrifying experience, watching those you couldn’t help be crushed under the weight of the building and feeling like you could have done something if you were faster and stronger.

Eventually help arrived in the form of your middle school classmate. Kirishima broke through the makeshift barrier and right when one of the beams holding the building up was about to collapse and crush you along with it, Kirishima dove right in front of you, using his body as a shield as he held the weight of the beam.

You locked eyes with him during this as you were frozen in fear and shock from what had happened. In a matter of seconds he recognized you and you already knew who he was because he was the Red Riot. 

Eventually the situation was under control and you had gotten outside, being examined by paramedics who had come onto the scene to bring those who were injured to the hospital. Your eyes scanned through the area as the rain continued to pour down. You shivered from the cold and your head was pounding as the thunder continued to roar through the sky.

You managed to find Kirishima’s blinding crimson hair in the crowd, approaching him before any reporters could swarm him. You wanted to personally thank him and a small part of you wanted him to recognize you. He was glad to see that you were okay and you had grown into a fine woman. Being as bold as you were, you gave him your number, wanting to catch up with an old friend from middle school once you realized he had recognized you.

Somewhere along the way during the time you and Kirishima would text each other nearly everyday, you ended up asking him out on a date. Since then you had been dating for three years.

As you were waiting for Kirishima’s call, the crack of thunder roaring echoed throughout the area and you flinched from the sound. Since the accident at your previous job, even the slightest sound of thunder or flash of lightning terrified you and you couldn’t help but be scared in that moment as well.

Your phone began ringing, taking your mind off your fears as you smiled softly at the sight of Kirishima’s name and picture popping up on your screen.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kirishima asked, his voice filled with concern. He knew how scary these thunderstorms were for you, having seen the way you reacted when you heard the initial thunderstrike. 

“I’m okay for now… just waiting for you to come home,” you replied, your eyes darting towards the window as the rain was pelting the glass harshly. 

As you were about to say something else, you let out a yelp as the thunder belted in the sky and the power went out right after. 

“What’s going on? What happened?” Kirishima asked from the other line and before you could give a proper response, the call was cut as the power shortage cut the internet as well, ultimately interfering with your call. The phone dropped from your hand as you felt nauseated, your head spinning in the process.

With each thundering roar belting through the air, echoing through your mind like a punch to the head, you felt yourself get up, trying to find a space that could quieten the maddening sound. You practically ran into your bedroom, locking yourself in the small area in your shared closet with Kirishima. 

You fell to the floor, your knees brought up to your chest as you covered your ears. Your heart was racing a million miles per minute against your chest and your body was trembling in fear. Although the thunder was not as loud as it was outside, you could still hear it faintly and it made you whimper and cower even more in fear. The memories of being trapped and feeling helpless a few years ago flooded your mind as you were reminded of the horrific event. 

One of Kirishima’s hoodies that you managed to snag from him fell off the hanger, landing on your head. You sniffled, removing the material from your head as Kirishima’s scent invaded your nostrils. It felt comforting and so you slipped it over your head. You hugged yourself with the oversized hoodie enveloping you, as if Kirishima was right beside you during this terrifying time.

While this was occurring, Kirishima slammed open the door to your apartment, dropping the suitcase to the floor as he used the flashlight on his phone to see where you were. “Y/N?!” He called out, hoping you would answer.

He navigated throughout the apartment, already putting two and two together as he knew where you were. He had grown accustomed to these panic attacks you underwent during thunderstorms and the minute he landed in Japan and saw the meteorologists inform the Japanese public on the news that it would thunderstorm all day, he couldn’t stop worrying about you.

He entered the bedroom, darting straight for the closet. He knocked on the door before opening it to let you know he was there. He opened the doors, moving several articles of your clothing out of the way as he knelt down in front of you. 

Kirishima wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up from the floor as he sat down and held you on his lap. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”

You clutched onto him as he rubbed small circles onto your back, easing the nauseating feeling from before. You hadn’t even realized the tears that were streaking your face as you nuzzled your face into Kirishima’s shoulder as he held you in his arms.

Shortly after the accident, you had to deal with this trauma on your own. It was terrifying, feeling like something dangerous was about to happen like you had no control over what would happen. The villain from back then used his thunder and lightning quirk to instill fear into all of the employees in the building that day not to mention he attacked innocent civilians in the process. As a result, you were traumatized everytime you heard thunder or even saw the slightest flash of lightning from the distance. You never felt more alone until you had to deal with these moments of panic on your own.

But in that moment you felt safe as Kirishima was holding onto you tightly, not daring to let go for a second until he could confirm that you were okay.

You never had to worry about being alone anymore as the warmth from his body and his presence was there to comfort you.

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