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bakubunny · 6 months

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best friend!kiri x praise kink!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts and rotting my brain for months so here you gooo. reader is shy and flustered around pretty sunshine boy when he says nice things.

tags: aged up characters, f!reader, praise kink, pet names, smut

“c’mon, just three more…” kirishima said. “atta girl, that’s it…. two… three. great job!”

his hand burned hot as he squeezed your shoulder much like the burning that was amplified on your cheeks by his words.

“thanks,” you said, quickly moving on to the next exercise given.

eijiro was your best friend. you’d known him since you were kids, and you finally took him up on the offer to let him help you train at his gym. he was surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) patient and encouraging despite the fact that you were clueless.

“…spread your feet a little more, like this. good girl. now…” he tried to give more instruction, but you cut him off.

“please don’t say that,” you said, almost whispering the words in shame.

eijiro was so kind, but he must have been oblivious to the way your body tensed any time he said a handful of specific things. good girl. that’s it, keep going for me. you’re doing so well. atta girl….

come to think of it, there were a lot of things he said that made your skin run hot that you tried to ignore, and the majority of it started when he’d started bringing you here. but you were at your wits end. you didn’t need to be thinking of the heated ache in your core every time he said something that set you off without knowing.

“huh?” he leaned in slightly to hear you better.

you spoke slightly louder. “please don’t say that.”

“say what? is everything alright?” he had a look of concern in his eyes.

you caught a glance and a stifled laugh swiftly disguised as a cough from the blond at the machine nearby. eijiro’s roommate and your other best friend, denki. your cheeks burned as you stumbled through what to say.

“n-nothing. yes, everything is great,” you replied with a bright smile. “you were saying?”

eijiro’s brows furrowed for a moment, but he took your cue to move on.

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one week later

you sat next to eijiro where you both stared intently at the widescreen tv across the room, game controllers in hand. denki at minimum was normally here for game night, but somehow it wound up being just the two of you. so instead of several people huddled around a board game, you’d decided video games were a better choice.

you managed to secure the final kill needed to win another match.

eijiro exploded with joy. “yeeeaah! good girl, wa-”

“that. please don’t say that,” you said, cutting him off. you swallowed hard, eyes shut tight, hoping he wouldn’t ask questions or press further.

eijiro fell quiet as the kill cam started. “was that what you meant the other day?”

your cheeks grew hot. “yes. i… couldn’t figure out how to ask you to stop without making both of us uncomfortable, so i haven’t said anything. can we just start the next match?”

“we can… but what if i want to know more?” he replied.

your grip tightened on the controller. “there’s not much to it. i like praise. a lot.”

he laughed softly, loosing some of the tension in your body.

“yeah, but… what if i don’t want to stop?” he said.

eijiro’s statement caught you off guard enough that you chanced a look at his face. his cheeks were a little pink, but his bright eyed smile was the same as ever.

“ei, what are you saying?”

his grin got a little wider as he pulled the controller from your hand and set it aside. he leaned in. “i’m saying i want to call you that. would you like that?”

your brain short-circuited for a second. “i-i-i mean, um, i… yes. please?”

eijiro’s voice lowered as he lifted your chin and leaned in. “good girl…. you’re so cute with that look on your face.”

you looked back at him wide eyed and flushed from neck to hairline, his crimson eyes alight with a playfulness that was new to you. “thanks.”

he closed the distance and kissed you, soft and warm and sweet like honey.

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the sound of wet slapping filled the room. eijiro’s voice rolled down your body as the heat of his breath hit your face, his forehead resting against yours. the thrust of his hips was heavy against your cunt.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, baby. can’t get enough of this pretty face, all fucked out and eyes rolling just for me,” eijiro said.

his thick length had you shaking yet again, your body begging him not to stop as another climax neared.

“eiji, needa cum, fuck-” you slurred.

he kissed you hard and leaned into your ear.

“that’s my good fucking girl, c’mon, cum for me. that’s it princess, give it to me. don’t fucking stop. don’t you dare stop cumming, sweet girl. you’re so pretty when you cum for me, i need all of it….”

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mariphossa · 27 days

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tw: real nasty shit

- f!reader x mean!bakuxkiri

- just thinking about kiri taking you from the back while he pulls and pushes your head into katsukis dick, forcing you to throat fuck yourself on his friends cock while hes deep inside your gushing cunt, continuously pounding into you regardless of how many times you've squirted on his dick already

- knowing katsuki rough nature, he'd grab your head and shove his cock as deep as he could in your throat, not letting go till he's emptied his balls out in your esophagus

- both of them jacking off and aiming at your mouth while you patiently wait like a good girl, waiting for them to shove both their dick tips into your mouth and cum so hard that some of their cum goes up and comes out of your nose

- mean kiri who shoves his dirty underwear into your mouth and while you're against a wall, pisses inside you till he feels your womb grow. "ya like that you nasty bitch? getting full of my fuckin cum and piss~? i bet you want a taste of it dont cha~?" then after that he'd have katsuki fuck your face and make him piss into your throat

- both of them would take turns filling you up with cum and piss till you look pregnant. as soon as their done, the mixture of both liquids would flow out of you only for katsuki to push them back in then go for another 5 rounds or so.

#bnha smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #mha smut #f reader #female reader

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uravitypng · 17 days

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 24 days

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Pro Hero and single father Eijiro Kirishima raises a brow when coming to a stop in front of the complex where he lived, tilting his head as he adjusts the hold he has on the groceries he’s carrying. There’s a large moving truck with various workers carefully handling belongings and boxes alike into the building. Fresh from patrol he had civilian clothes of an open button up manly-pink shirt to reveal the tight fitting black undershirt and a pair of stylish black cargo pants and boots with red hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. One of his hands was holding tightly to the little one of a small girl of six who eagerly licked the little peach popsicle she’d begged from her big strong daddy to buy. “Looks like someone new is moving in.”

Curious, Aida raises her rose quartz gaze to meet his carmine, the wind playing with the little sundress covered in tiny prints of unicorns and rainbows she wore as she grins. “Maybe a new friend!”

“Maybe,” he chuckles to himself; she definitely got that smile from him. “Or maybe it’s a monster come to gobble up the sweetest little treat that keeps getting into trouble with her teacher.”

“Monsters don’t exist, daddy! Don’t tease me!”

“What? All I’m saying is if you weren’t such a trouble maker maybe an Angel would move in instead of that nightmarish guy with that barking Rottweiler like last year.” He grumbles the last part to himself with an exasperated expression that earns his daughter’s bubbly laugh.

“Or maybe my new mommy is moving in!”

He chokes audibly on his own spit, making his hand holding the several bags of groceries nearly fall from his grasp. “A-Aida!”

With a laugh, she slips free from his other hand and skips a few steps ahead. Her smile wavers and the popsicle falls from her hand in slow motion as she trips on the curb, eyes widening as she reaches for him in hopes he’ll catch her. Eijiro is just a hint too slow, his red gaze catching sight of a car coming too close taking his full attention as he protectively moves forward—

“Whoa, easy there!”

His hand clasps empty air as a stranger appears from around the moving truck, your arms quickly scooping up the little girl to save her from the tumble. The Pro Hero can only watch in shock and mild amusement when his daughter begins to thank you profusely and even offers you the rest of her popsicle. “Thanks for the save, really, I—“ His words are cutoff when your gazes meet, for the first time in his life he felt as if the sky had swallowed him up when your lips rise into a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself.

“That was a close one!” You coo at Aida softly, brushing your fingers beneath her eyes when they threaten to tear up. “Aww, there, there! It’s alright now! See?” The little girl you held breaks into a fit of giggles when you nuzzle her cheek with your nose as a playful smile raises your lips.

Did his heart just skip a beat?

Did that long forgotten warmth suddenly flood his chest?

Did a blush just enter his cheeks when you shoot him a wink as you continue to play with his daughter?

Those hips…breasts…oh, heavens, those thighs…lean calves and arms…that face…your voice… He very much liked what he saw. “Oh, damn it all to hell…” he whispers to himself as he takes in your outfit and appearance.

“No swearing!”

Now the blush becomes one of embarrassment at his daughter’s scolding. “Hey, little gem, I’m the adult not you. I can say whatever I please!”

A laugh sounds from you that instantly earns his sheepish chuckle. “Your daddy is right, but a manly-man like himself should be a little more careful of that mouth of his when such a cutie is around! Gotta set the best example for the pretty little princess, after all!” The tip of your tongue teasingly appears between your smirking lips as you send him a wink.

Eijiro was never one to believe in that whole “love at first sight” nonsense. Even with his first wife, now deceased, there hadn’t been a connection like this. This felt like a wildfire had woken from deep within his veins.

Oh, shit…

He could barely compose himself when you introduced yourself. And when you said what unit you were moving into, revealing that is was the one directly across from theirs. Meaning if he opened his front door and you opened yours, the two of you would be facing one another.

Oh, shit…

“Daddy?” Seeing Aida become worried about her suddenly unresponsive father, you move closer so that her waving hand is closer to his face. Amusement filled you when the little girl promptly shoved the rest of her popsicle between his partially gaping lips. “Daddy! You’re staring at the nice lady!”

You couldn’t resist leaning closer and dipping your voice slightly. “Earth to Red Riot~, your daughter is calling you…”

Now that blush was all over his face and ears, not to mention his neck, when you whisper his hero name in that tone.

Oh, shit on a shingle in the scorching summer sun on a Sunday…

“Daddy, you look like Uncle Denki when he sees a pretty girl.”

He snaps out of his stupor with a full bodied shake, trying to regain his composure and gives a chuckle while quickly eating the popsicle that had been shoved between his lips. “Yeah, I hear her, and she’s about to get a visit from the tickle monster for saying I look like Kaminari!”

You can’t help but laugh as Aida clings to you for protection while begging to be saved when he wiggles the fingers of his free hand. “Oh, no! I must save the princess! Quick! Let’s run away!”

He almost fell into a fit of laughter when you slip her onto your back and start to run away. Never has he seen his daughter warm up to anyone this quickly! And he can’t help but notice how natural this all feels…you holding her so close to you, the smiles on your and her faces, how Aida even nuzzled into your hair when the wind made it tickle her face.

It was as if this moment was straight out of a movie, like a sappy rom-com his previous wife had loved to watch. The memory was heart aching when recalling how things used to be, how the woman who had birthed Aida all those years ago wasn’t here because of the illness which took her life before the little girl had turned two. The breath in his lungs suddenly catches when for a split second, in a sudden gust of wind that caused several fallen cherry blossom petals to swirl in the air around you and Aida, he swore he saw her form appear while resting a hand upon your heads as you continue to play together.

Was this a sign that it was okay for him to find love again?

The apparition turns her attention to him and smiles before it vanishes.

He nearly jumps when something brushes his cheek, his red gaze shifting down to see it’s your hand that’s carefully wiping away the tear slipping down his cheek that he himself hadn’t been aware of. The touch was so soft, light as a feather, and so warm…

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” Aida asks softly, her little hand meeting his other cheek as another tear falls. “It’s okay, daddy, there, there!”

Sympathy fills you when you see the loss in his gaze despite the smile raising his lips. Without a single word, you place her within his arms and collect the groceries he was still carrying so that the two can have a moment, smiling softly to yourself when the two tightly embrace one another. What a cute father-daughter pair they made. Your gaze shifts from them to the moving crew still at work and with a soft smile while placing the bags beside his feet so as not to disturb them, you turn and walk away to continue moving in.

Maybe coming to this side of town was going to be a good change after all.

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sukislady · 2 years

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your husband sending you a picture of your kid while you’re working

— ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

— cw. your child takes mostly after your husband. hence the skin complexions.

— it’s also been brought to my attention that i’ve been mistagging things and it’s really made some people mad. i wasn’t going to change anything initially but after thinking about it i’ve realized it really isn’t fair to tag xreader and xoc together or to tag it when it has nothing to do with xreader. from here on out i’ll be mindful of what i tag. please accept this as a form of apology <3. i really do appreciate all of the people who interact with this blog and my posts.

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averysmolbear · 1 year

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CW: This features a female or afab reader. There’s talk of their menstrual cycle and all that that includes (albeit not graphically or anything). There’s maybe a pet name or two in there. Reader and unspecified “boyfriend” are both adults in this scenario. It’s also an established relationship with the reader and their boyfriend living together.

A/N: I wrote this because I’m going through it right now and it’s cathartic. I won’t be offended if anyone passes on reading it because of the subject matter. I didn’t include any specific character as the “boyfriend” in this and any characters I tag for it aren't the only characters that you could replace “the boyfriend” with when you’re reading this. I just tagged some of my faves and a few others.

You really should have been prepared for this. You knew it was coming, even if you couldn’t always time your period down to the day. Usually you stocked up in the days before you assumed your period would start but this month you had been so stressed that you hadn’t been paying attention.

You didn’t notice all of the usual signs. Sure, you were maybe a bit more emotional than normal but with everything going on lately, it was easy to assume it was just the stress piling up on you. You dealt with bouts of insomnia regularly as well so that didn’t even register as a sign of what was to come.

Now here you were, laying in bed, curled up in the fetal position — or as close as you could get to it — as you felt the cramps kicking your ass. They weren’t always this bad but this month was clearly not going to be kind to you. You weren’t in tears but you certainly weren’t looking to move any time in the near future.

The problem was that you kind of needed to get out of bed. You moved slowly, uncurling yourself, as you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. You could hear the tv on in the living room but you missed the sound of your boyfriend’s footsteps as he made his way down the hall to pop his head into the bedroom.

“Hey, babe?”

You looked up and forced a smile. After all, you didn’t want to be a bother. You had dealt with this sort of thing for years now. You didn’t want to make him deal with it too.

Your skin, however, was paler than usual and there were dark circles under your eyes. Your boyfriend had noticed you tossing and turning last night which is why he let you sleep in this morning without trying to get you up when he got up. But it was getting later and he had only wanted to see if you were hungry. Now, however, he was worried.

“You feeling okay?” He walked over to sit down next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders when you rested your head on his shoulder. “What can I do to help?”

You looked up and could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You shrugged and when he nudged you gently, you sighed, giving in.

“I just want to curl up on the couch,” you finally said. “Can you help me?”

His brow furrowed and without you asking, he scooped you up and carried you into the living. He carefully set you down on the couch before standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

“What do you need?”

You started to shake your head but he frowned and you know that putting up a front wouldn’t work. “Can you grab me a glass of water while I run to the bathroom?”

He nodded, already piecing together what might be going on. He watched you until you disappeared down the hall and then he got the water for you as well as some of your favorite snacks, making sure there were more sweet than savory options for you.

When you got back to the living room, you had changed into a pair of his sweatpants, drowning in them but comfortable. He smiled softly and handed you the water and gestured to the table filled with snacks. You softly laughed before taking a couple of pills to help with the pain and swallowing it down with a couple of sips of water.

He pulled you close so you could rest against him while you stretched out a bit on the couch. He handed you his phone, already opened to a delivery app.

“It’s almost noon. Pick something for lunch,” he explained as you looked up at him. “Whatever sounds good to you. And if you need me to run to the store, I can. Whatever you need, okay?”

You nodded, your attention drifting to the phone as you felt your boyfriend press a soft kiss to the top of your head. After picking something to order, you handed the phone back and snuggled in as much as you could, the warmth of your boyfriend’s body helping to soothe some of the pain you felt.

He rested a large hand on your stomach, slipping it innocently under the bottom hem of your shirt. As you glanced up, you saw him looking down at you with a light blush on his cheeks. You happily sighed and scooted just a bit closer to your boyfriend.

You might not feel the best right now but at least you knew he didn’t see you as a bother today. And hopefully a lazy day at his side would help as well. You knew he was going to spend the rest of the day pampering you but today, of all days, you were going to let it happen because you knew you needed it today more than ever.

And sometimes it was nice to be reminded that you weren’t a bother and that your boyfriend would move heaven and earth to make sure you were taken care of.

#tessie writes #cw female or afab reader fic #comfort character x reader #f/o x reader #reiner braun x reader #levi ackerman x reader #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #keigo takami x reader

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your-local-simp-writers · 22 days

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Hi! are your request open? If so would you be willing to branch out to other anime or games to write about for x reader stories? Also do you have a masterlist? I would love to read both of your guys other work :D One story i would like to request if its ok is a "Kirishima x reader" from MHA, if not would it be ok for a small "Josuke x reader" from Jojo!

Hello! 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 here, me and 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒 are ecstatic that you all find our work enjoyable! Naturally, we welcome requests. As for the masterlist, we do not currently have one, but we are working on one for you all, so please keep an eye out! Relax, we'd be happy to write both! If you haven't gotten to know who we are don't be shy here is our "༺☆༻ Introduction ༺☆༻"

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Unspoken Support

Word Count: 745

Warnings: None

Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The evening air was cool as it drifted through the slightly ajar window, carrying with it the faint sounds of life from the U.A. High campus. The dorms were alive with the chatter and laughter of students, but within the walls of room 1-H, a serene quietude prevailed, broken only by the occasional click of a component being set into place or the soft hum of a machine powering on.

My focus was absolute, my hands steady as I worked on the latest addition to my arsenal of support gadgets. The device, when completed, would be a testament to the power of my quirk, Echo Pulse, enhancing its range and clarity to new heights. It was more than just a project; it was a piece of me, an echo of my own determination and will.

I was in the middle of calibrating a new device when a knock echoed through my room. “It’s open,” I called out, not lifting my gaze from the intricate circuitry sprawled before me.

The door swung open, and Eijiro Kirishima stepped in, his presence immediately filling the room with an infectious energy. “Hey, (Y/N)! Still working on that new gadget?” he asked, his eyes scanning the myriad of components scattered across my desk. ”Are you working hard or hardly working?” he joked.

I couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “A bit of both, I suppose,” I replied, setting aside my tools. “It’s almost done. Just a few more adjustments.”

Kirishima approached, his curiosity piqued. “What does this one do?” he inquired, pointing to the device I was just working on.

“It’s an enhancement for my quirk. It amplifies the Echo Pulse so I can detect things further away and with more detail,” I explained, my hands never ceasing their movement.

“That’s awesome! You’re always coming up with cool stuff,” he praised, his admiration genuine.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at his words. Kirishima had that effect on people, his unyielding positivity and encouragement were just part of who he was. “Thanks, Kirishima. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, finally looking up to meet his gaze.

“So, what brings you here, Kirishima?”

He grinned, his sharp teeth catching the light. “I brought you something,” he said, revealing a basket filled with snacks. “I know you skip meals when you’re in the zone.”

I laughed, accepting the basket. “You’re too good to me, Kirishima. How did you even know I like these?” I was touched by his gesture, the care he had taken to gather everything I loved.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his face. “I may have asked around,” he admitted.

We sat cross-legged on the floor, the basket between us, and began to indulge in the snacks. Between bites, our conversation flowed effortlessly, from the mundane to the profound. Kirishima spoke of his latest training with Bakugo, his words painting a vivid picture of their intense sessions.

“And then he said, ‘That’s not enough to break my unbreakable spirit!’ Can you believe that?” Kirishima recounted, his laughter echoing in the room.

A sudden burst of laughter from me cut him off, and he joined in, his own laughter deep and contagious. “Only Bakugo could come up with something like that,” I said, shaking my head in amusement. In that moment, surrounded by the fading light and the echo of our joy, I realized how much I cherished these simple exchanges, these quiet moments of connection.

As the evening wore on, we continued to talk, the basket slowly emptying. When Kirishima finally stood to leave, I handed him a box I had prepared, filled with his favorite protein bars.

“For all the times you’ve looked out for me,” I said, my heart swelling with gratitude.

He accepted the box with a wide smile, his eyes softening. “We’ve got each other’s backs, (Y/N). That’s what friends are for,” he replied, his voice steady and sure.

As he departed, I sat back against my bed, the remnants of our shared snacks a testament to the bond we had forged. In the quiet of my room, I realized that it was these moments, these echoes of friendship and support, that truly made us heroes in the making.

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sugolara · 3 months

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𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙩

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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“Flagged this aisle.” Denki said and ripped the tape with Izuku’s knife. He then handed it back to the male as they both stayed behind. They left the entertainment department and now stood in the clothing section. Before they started, they decided to leave a flashlight in each department.

If one fell over or if one casted a shadow they would take cover and proceed quietly to that designated spot. Izuku had thought of the idea. He might have wanted to impress F/n, which didn’t go unnoticed by Katsuki and Shoto as they slightly glared at him.

“This looks cool, right?” Denki held up a t-shirt with a band. It was in good condition, a bit dusty, but a quick wash would get rid of it.

“Isn’t that Kyoka’s favorite band?” Eijiro asked, his expression softening as Denki’s face fell and placed the shirt back on the table. He then followed the others, leaving the red head and Izuku behind.

“What happened to her?” Izuku asked, a little afraid to hear the worst news.

Eijiro grabbed the shirt, gave it a look and then placed it in his bag, “She was out scavenging, but it’s been two months since she hasn’t come back. Usually, we all return in a few weeks and we’re not allowed to go farther unless we really need to.”

“What was she supposed to get?” Izuku and Eijiro followed the others, staying a bit behind, “You said you each have a designated role.”

“She, Tenya, and Mashirao went out to look for weapons. It was a risky job considering everyone else is looking for guns to protect themselves. Denki didn’t want her to go, saying he’ll miss her making fun of him and miss hanging out with her, but she refused to stay.” He then let out a sigh, “But after the first month had passed and they hadn’t come back, everyone in the community assumed the worst.”

“You didn’t communicate with a radio?” Izuku wondered, placing a flashlight on a clothing rack.

“We did, but the radio only does so little. Last thing we heard was static.” Eijiro thought back to the day where he heard Mashirao’s voice breaking up.

It was very sad to think that the classmates they loved and had spent many fun memories with had passed on. They could only wish that their deaths weren’t painful and that their last second before their eyes closed, they had thought about those they dearly loved.

“You think these still work?” Shoto opened the freezer and grabbed a box of frozen vegetables. He checked the label for the expiration date.

“Maybe?” F/n said while looking at the box, “It has been frozen.”

“Months ago.” Katsuki said while rolling his eyes, “Have you guys ever eaten frozen food or what? If it’s no longer frozen then it gets bad. You can freeze it all you want, but it’s still bad, idiots.”

“What did you guys eat if you didn’t want to cook?” Denki asked, grabbing a tub of ice cream and opening it. It was watery and smelled bitter.

Shoto shrugged and continued to walk through the frozen section, “There was always someone willing to cook in my home.”

“What about you?” Katsuki nudged F/n’s shoulder.

She shrugged as well, “We starved.”

The three behind stared at her as she continued to walk, though they soon followed after. Izuku and Eijiro quickly caught up as they noticed they were lagging behind. When they turned, their lights around their heads aimed at a dozen rotters lying on the ground.

It was difficult to tell whether they were dead since they were covered in blood. The light had seemed to startle them as they all looked their way and began to get up, moving their way.

“God damnit.” Katsuki glared at the dead growling their way.

“It was bound to happen at some point.” Shoto said and grabbed his knife from his back pocket.

With a dozen rotters coming their way and being in a small aisle, they would most certainly get caught as they barely had enough space to move around. It was then when Izuku looked at Eijiro and Denki, their guns hanging by their side.

He quickly moved his feet and began pulling boxes of drinks, stacking them together, “Eijiro, come help me!”

While the others continued to watch the dead, waiting for them to at least split up and give a little room to stab them, Eijiro and Izuku hurriedly stacked boxes. It wasn’t perfect, it just needed to be stable enough and allow Denki and Eijiro to get up onto the big racks that stored extra drinks.

Moans were then heard on the other side, behind the group. F/n turned only to be met with another few dead, “Shit!”

Katsuki also noticed, “Whatever you have planned, hurry it up, Deku!”

“Okay! Denki come!” Izuku pointed to their guns then to the rack, “Your guns reach the one we can’t get. You two will get up, be our back up, get rid of the ones that are behind while we try to get the ones that are near us.”

“Got it!” Eijiro said and then got on the boxes, pulling himself up to the racks where he then helped Denki.

Those on the floor had pulled out their own weapons and let the rotters get near them. They tried to separate them but there were so many that even F/n had trouble with them. It would be different with a gun and she was thankful that Denki and Eijiro were doing their part.

But how long would their bullets last? The sounds of the gunshots would only draw out more which they did not like. Sure, the warehouse doors were closed, but there might be some in the aisles they haven’t cleared out yet.

She had tripped as she stabbed one, her body getting tired as she swung her arm. One of the dead had grabbed her foot, its decapitated body and jaw missing ready to munch on her clothed calve. She had little energy as she tried to get up and although she could feel its cold, wet and wrinkled skin, she had no fear in her.

Perhaps this was meant to b-

“You trying to get yourself killed!?” Katsuki stepped on its head, turning it into mush. He then yanked her up, “The hells the matter with you.”

A short growl was heard behind the two before a gunshot rang through the air. The dead's blood splattered on Katsuki’s cheek, he in return glared at his friend that stood on the rack. Eijiro let out a relief as the dead almost bit the blonde's shoulder, “Sorry.”

His knife was dull and its rust began to show. It was tricky to get the dagger out of the rotters head as Shoto had to move it side by side in order for it to loosen. He could hear it squelching as he did so, the noise making him cringe.

Though as he pulled the knife out, the blade had broken, snapping in two pieces. He let out a pant, his eyes widening as he stared at the handle in his hand. The blade let out a clunking noise as it fell to the ground.

He glared at it as he threw the handle away and then to the rotters that moaned as they got closer. He couldn’t ask for Katsuki or F/n or for Izuku’s help as they were too busy dealing with the others. With no weapon and only a headlamp, what is he to do?

He has his fist, but that won’t end well for him.

Denki quickly caught on as he yelled at Shoto and upon catching his eye he threw his gun at him then moved towards the boxes of sodas that were attached to a wooden palate. The sodas were wrapped in plastic so if one fell, the others would as well.

Shoto paid no mind to Denki as he fired at the rotters. They dropped like flies, but that didn’t stop them from coming, though he did notice some would get distracted and go backwards. He would soon run out of bullets as the trigger made a clicking noise.

“C’mon!” Denki grunted as he tried to shove the sodas onto the dead. He had put his whole weight on it as it was heavy. He could feel it moving by inches and as soon as it met the edge, he could feel it tipping.

He then slammed himself and let out a grin as the sodas fell on top of the dead. A big slam was heard and sodas falling out of their boxes. The group was startled from the noise as they turned to see what was the cause of it.

“Thanks.” Shoto said to his friend.

It was only then that he had noticed Izuku wasn’t around. He glanced around him, his thoughts began to pour as he feared the worst, “Where’s Izuku?!”

F/n finished the last dead as she too looked around. She then noticed Izuku inside the freezer where they had previously gotten the frozen vegetables. She could slightly see him as he waved at something ahead of him.

She squinted as she looked ahead of him. Her eyes widened as she saw him motioning to at least a dozen rotters, so that they followed him. They crashed into each other, trying to reach the freckled male.

“Izuku!” She quickly ran towards the freezer. There was no way out for him unless he chose to dive underneath the frozen food rack. The entrance was where the rotters kept flooding in.

Katsuki too seemed to notice, his eyes widening, “Are you insane, Deku!?”

Before they could open the door, Izuku shook his head and his finger. He had a plan to trap them in here and he didn’t want the dead to lose their focus. Yes, it was a risky plan, but this was better as they could kill them by sticking their knives through the cracks of the rack.

“Shouldn’t we help him?” Eijiro asked as he got off the rack, his tone was placed with worry.

“He doesn’t have a weapon, or does he?” Denki listened to the muffle groans. It sent shivers down his spine, knowing that they must be hungry. But do the rotters even get hungry?

“A knife.” Shoto then went to the end of the freezer where he then opened a door, the others soon following and then helping him. He quietly spoke so that the rotters didn't get distracted and Izuku could continue to do his thing.

He removed the frozen produce that was on the floor. Izuku could squeeze in and get out without him dying, but with the rack in the way, it was really risky. Still, he couldn’t just stand and do nothing, “Hurry it up before he reaches here.”

Eijiro grabbed the boxes that Shoto gave to him. He threw it behind him while the others waited if they needed to take action. They did also keep an eye out in case a rotter tried to sneak on them.

Izuku was terrified. The closer the dead inched towards him, he saw himself on death's door. He was stupid for coming up with this plan. He just wanted to try to be useful even if he dies. But gosh, he was really, really fucking scared.

“C’mon, get closer.” Izuku whispered to them as he continued to wave his hand. He would stop to let them catch up and to not lose interest but with blood coursing through a body and was practically giving himself to the rotters, of course they wouldn’t get distracted.

He looked behind to see that his friends were giving him a way out. Once he almost reached the end he quickly ran towards the small space, trying to fit his body through. He underestimated how slow the rotters were as they quickly catched up.

Katsuki and Shoto grabbed Izuku’s arm to pull him out, fear running through all their bodies as it was troubling.

“Get your ass out of there!” Katsuki harshly pulled on him.

“Om my god, oh my god, oh my god–” Denki bit on his nails as he watched the rotters right behind Izuku.

“Shut it, Denki!” The group said as they anxiously tried to help their friend.

When he felt a hand grab his ankle, Izuku shivered. He didn’t have time to think of negative thoughts as he was then dragged out and the slam of the freezer closing behind him. He was in hands and knees as he let out a shaky breath, his sweat rolling down to the cement floor and his eyes widened as he couldn’t believe he had just escaped.

He stayed still before properly sitting and looked down at his feet. His right shoe was missing.

“You damn moron!” Katsuki shoved his head, “You have any idea how bad your shitty idea could’ve been!?”

F/n crossed her arms, glaring at him, “You could’ve told us! We would have thought of a better idea instead of you playing bait.”

Izuku embarrassingly scratched his head, “I had to think fast. There was no way we could’ve all taken them down.”

“How did you even manage to get into the freezer?” Denki asked as he looked ahead to where he had previously dropped the crate of sodas.

“Eijiro and Shoto left an opening for me.” Izuku got up to his feet, “They didn’t realize they had.”

The three looked at the red head and the dual-haired male. They too embarrassingly looked away, muttering a small apology.

“Still.” F/n placed her eyes on Izuku, “With so many bodies you could’ve died. We didn’t even see you.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“We should keep going.” Shoto then said, “That way we can get out of here sooner.”

“Agreed.” Eijiro nodded, adjusting his gun.

Katsuki gave one final shove to Izuku as he continued forward. The others soon did, leaving the muffle groans and moans from the rotters locked in the fridge. Hopefully, the glass door won’t crack as they pushed into each other.

#katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki shoto x reader #izuku x f/n #denki kaminari #kirishima eijirou

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kaidabakugou · 2 years

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in honor of eijirou’s birthday, i'm imagining pampering him on his special day

word count: 1.1k

warnings: marking / fellatio / spit / cum eating / rimming / fingering / overstimulation / multiple orgasms / nipple play

kirishima has had a long day on patrol, dragging his feet through the apartment while he makes his way to the bedroom. expecting to find you fast asleep only to find you sitting pretty on the edge of the bed with the tiniest crimson red lingerie.

smirking as he gets closer to you, “all this for me?”, nodding a giggly “mhm” as you stand on your tippy toes to pull him into a kiss. his hands running down your sides to grip at your ass, lifting you up in one swift motion. “all for you baby”, smiling as he lays you down on the bed, admiring the fabric adorning your pretty skin before peppering kisses down your abdomen.

“wait!” reaching down to cradle his face in your hands before he can settle between your legs. “come here”, you pull him up towards you as you shift to lay him down. straddling him as you start to remove his hero suit, “it's not about me tonight… let me take care of you”. his hands caressing circles on your hips as lets you do with him as you please.

kissing where his neck meets his shoulder, leaving bruises in your wake as you trail down to bite his pecs. grunting from the sting on his chest, peering down at you, your determined eyes making his cock twitch. licking his nipple before sucking it into your mouth, the action sending shivers down his spine.

moving down while you lay kisses along his abdomen before reaching his already erected cock. tip already oozing with pre as your hands wrap around his length. licking a thick stripe from his balls all the way up to his tip before engulfing him into your mouth, moving your head up and down, slowly taking more and more of him in until you can fit him completely down your throat. loving the way his massive cock feels straining against your walls.

drool spilling from your mouth and pooling under him, bringing your fingers down to tease his puckered hole before slowly bullying their way into him. leaning down to suck his balls into your mouth while you jerk him off. his moans bouncing off the walls as he feels his orgasm nearing. taking him in your mouth again while you continue fingering him, dragging your tongue on the pulsing veins under his shaft.

sending him over the edge, taking him completely down your throat, not stopping your ministrations on his rear as creamy ropes of cum shoot down your throat. swallowing every last drop before leaning back, your hand wrapping around his length again as you continue working him. high pitched whines leaving his mouth while you overstimulate his sensitive cock.

focusing your movements on his swollen tip as you remove your fingers from his ass, replacing them with your tongue as you lick on his convulsing hole. rimming your tongue into him as you continue to stimulate his cock. his orgasm hitting him again, thick spurts of cum coat your fist, bucking his hips into your hand as he empties his balls on you.

his cum dripping down past his balls and mixing with your spit on his hole. lapping it up as you gather the mixture into your mouth, leaning up to his already awaiting mouth as he sticks his tongue out. spitting the mixture on his tongue, pressing your thumb down on the wet muscle as he sucks on your finger. moaning against your digit as you continue pumping his length, the rushing blood causing his cock to turn a deeper shade of red while he continues twitching under you, the muscles on his thighs flexing forming ripples against his skin.

removing your thumb from his mouth as you pull him into a messy kiss. tongues sloppy against each other while drool dribbles down your chin. fisting the sheets, his cock twitching again as he comes all over his chest, heavy pants leaving his mouth when he leans back into the mattress while you come down to lick him clean, not letting a single drop go to waste.

he jolts when you swipe your tongue on his tip again, peppering kisses along his pretty cock while you look up at him, noticing his glossy eyes as he whines again. weakly pleading for you to give him a moment to catch his breath, “p-please… princess, i-i…”, coming up to straddle his middle as you lean down to kiss him, groaning against your lips, so overwhelmed that even the simplest touch has him squirming.

“let me make you a bath, yeah?” you whisper against his lips as you give him a quick peck before heading to the bathroom, getting the bath ready and coming back to pull him with you. getting him settled in the bath before joining him, sitting behind him while pulling him towards your chest. caressing his shoulders as he whispers soft i love you’s, returning them while laying kisses on the side of his head.

your hands reaching down to pump his length in the water, throwing his head back into your shoulder as you work him up again. your other hand grabbing his chest, pinching his nipples and rolling them between your fingers. soft mewls leave his lips as you continue stroking his cock, grabbing your thighs while his hips start bucking into your fist again. squirming between your legs, hooking your legs over his thighs to hold him in place.

holding his chin between your fingers as you turn him towards you, pressing your lips to his while you continue to pump his dick. the bruising grip he had on your thigh and his nails digging into your forearms where sure to leave a pretty mark later, but you didn't mind, having this mountain of a man turned into a messy puddle only for you had you in a trance.

the sounds emanating from him like a soprano as you pull another orgasm from him. cock twitching in your hand as ropes of cum coat your fist again and mix with the water. going limp in your arms while you continue caressing his skin, peppering kisses on his smooth skin as he catches his breath.

“happy birthday, baby”, you whisper against his forehead, he takes one last deep breath before turning towards you, pulling you into a hungry kiss. “thank you, gorgeous”, he whispers against your soft lips, as he hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you up so your cunt is just above the water facing him. “now is my turn to make you feel good”, he says as he starts to dive into your already dripping pussy. leaning your head back as you moan, gripping the edge of the bathtub, knowing it's going to be a long night.

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bakubunny · 3 months

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tw: mean daddy kiri, heavy humiliation, degradation

thinkin abt this, but you’re raiding with your static in a game. eijiro has always been the static leader; level headed, quick on his feet, patient, good at problem solving and explaining new things in the game. today you were working through the newest raid released earlier that week. the eight of you logged on together - all five of the bakusquad plus izuku, hitoshi, and yourself. you’d all went into the fight blind; usually that was the fun part of new content - discovering solutions by trial and error, then seeking out resources when you got stuck.

however, it was not going well. particularly because of you.

“you’re a healer. you’ve only got two damn buttons in your rotation, how are you fucking this up every time?” katsuki griped over voice chat.

katsuki knew it was more complicated than “two damn buttons,” but he was being pissy. “shut up, shit for brains. i’m not the one who doesn’t know how to manage their mitigation cooldowns when-”

you were cut off by lewd recorded audio as eijiro’s picture lit up on the discord overlay in the corner.

audio you recognized.

the wet, sloppy sound of you gagging around eijiro’s cock made your face burn hot. you heard his groan and the hefty smack of your bare ass before he spoke.

“keep your mouth shut and let daddy explain it to you. again,” he said.

there was an eruption of laughter from a few of the guys before they swiftly muted their mics. heat rushed to your neck in embarrassment. “i-i don’t need-”

the audio started again. more gagging followed by a gasp and a whine.

“need my cock that much, huh? don’t even wanna breathe?”

your response was immediate.

“yes, yes daddy, plea-”

“are you listening? stop talking and stick to what you’re good at,” eijiro said. “don’t make me remind you.”

“y-yes. sorry,” you whispered.

“now where was i?…” he continued. “right, when the boss gets to fourty percent, you need to….”

eijiro’s words were drowned out a text notification from your boyfriend, sitting in his own office across the apartment.

eiji 💖: get it together, or you’ll be under my desk next week, pretty girl. 😘

#idk abt this one but it’s here #x reader #aged up characters #kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut #f!reader #gamer kiri #tw daddy kink #mha smut #bnha smut #bakubunny

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vixenpen · 1 year

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Fr fr, i can't remember if i asked already. If i did please show me cause i lost it!

But if i didn't......

Could i request Kiri x kinda thicc black reader

where they communicate in Japanese cause they're in japan but Kiri has been learning english. (sometimes they do english but its mostly japanese)So like they're getting filthy, i mean they getting real raunchy in the bedroom and kiri takes the opportunity to dirty talk IN ENGLISH!

I've been melting for this scenario but i can't remember if i asked cause I'm dum fr.

Please tho! 🥺🙏🏾

Dirty Talk (Kirishima x Thick Black Reader)

I can’t speak Japanese babe, so idk if this actually gave you what you wanted 😂

“Babe, how do you say: ‘私はムラムラしています’ in English?”

You nearly spat out your wine. You’d been teaching Eijirou English for two years now, so it wasn’t unusual for him to hit you with a random question now and then, but this was..different.

“Wow, ok, you would say: I’m horny or turned on.” You replied.

“Turned…on?” He repeated.

“Yes.” You ran your fingers through his red locks. “Anata wa?”

His fingers trailed your brown thigh peeking out of the silk pjs you wore.

“Yes.” He mumbled. “Very. And tipsy.”

You giggled.

“Well,” You reached past him and set your glass of wine on the nightstand beside the bed. “I can help with at least one of those things.”

Eijirou smirked back at you, and leaned back against the fluffy pillows. The position made his broad chest flex and his muscles shift and sent a surge of desire coursing through you.

“Oh yeah? Wanna show me how?”

You threw a leg over his lap and climbed on board.

Your lips crashed clumsily into his, and you giggled at the awkward gesture only for it to melt into a moan when his tongue slithered into your mouth.

His dick stirred, jumping against your crotch and your pussy responded immediately. Heat pooled between your thighs.

Eijirou’s big, rough hands gripped your thick thighs, pressing you harder against his throbbing dick.

“Haaa~shit.” You moaned.

You rocked against him, the friction against your clit created a pleasant burn.

“Yeah?” He muttered back between kisses, his ruby eyes were cracked just enough to take in your lovely, dark face. “You like that, y/n?” He quizzed.

“Yesss.” You sighed.

His hand slipped below your silk shorts to grab a handful of your full ass. Him massaging you alone had your pussy dripping. You could hear the slick sounds of your own pleasure every time he kneaded your cheeks, making the lips of your sex open and close.

“Fuuuck, Kiriii~” you whined. “I want you.” You whined.

“How much?” He asked in response.

His long fingers slid between the crack of your ass, just grazing the moisture between your thighs.

You caught his hand, guiding it further down. Your heavy gaze locked on to his, lips parting in small gasps.

“This much.” You replied, grinding on his hand like it was an extension of the man’s dick.

“Shit…” Eijirou cursed. He let you do your thing for a while.

The sensation of your desire leaking down his fingers was enough to send him over the edge.

“Can I ride you like that, Eiji?” You pouted. “You want me to milk that dick, baby?”

He snatched his hand out, and gripped your waist. His eyes flashed with such a strong need it was almost scary.

“However you want babe.” He began in Japanese, but finished in English with: “I wanna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

It struck you into a stunned silence. For one; because you didn’t realize his English was that damn good and for two; because, fuck, you wanted him to fuck you till you couldn’t walk.

You practically devoured your man’s mouth in a smothering kiss.

“Say no more, daddy.” You muttered between kisses. “Fuck me stupid.”

#kirishima x black reader #eijirou kirishima #smutty #n/s/f/w #sexy times #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #thick black women #thicc ebony #black self insert #black y/n #n/sfw #minors dni #x black reader #x black fem reader #i write for WOC

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YOOO I just updated now there is a chapter three for the book: •ʏᴏʀɪɪᴄʜɪ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪʀ• | MHA x KNY [Crossover]

So check it out!! I’ve been having WAY too much free time on my hands so I thought of updating.

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justauthoring · 26 days

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jerk.

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part two.

You’ve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A.

When he’d bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; “move it, extra, or i’ll make you” – and you’d known then because those were the words written across you hip since you’d turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.

Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and you’d grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate you’d been given didn’t say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.

And in yours you’d been called an extra.

Whatever the hell that meant.

You’ve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadn’t before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didn’t want a single thing to do with your soulmate.

Not ever.

That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; you’d make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding.

When they’re spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like there’s actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like you’d done some horrible thing to deserve his anger… you understand then that they weren’t teasing and they aren’t a misunderstanding. They’re cruel and they’re mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.

So you make it your goal that he never finds out you’re his soulmate in return.

You avoid him. Desperately. You’re barely a person in his own head so it isn’t all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didn’t. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building.

You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didn’t speak to him and he’d never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what your name is.

Or that you really even exist.

And you’re happy with that.

Content.

Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.

And it was best he just never even knew.

He was so focused on becoming number one, you’re not sure he even cares about finding his.

Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.

“Y/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.”

You freeze at Aizawa-sensei’s words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. He’s already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; it’s clear he’s assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if he’s ever seen you before.

It wouldn’t surprise you if he was.

Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, you’ve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.

One on one though? That was going to be harder.

Way harder.

“Good luck,” Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like she’d gotten Jirou. Lucky.

Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you can’t just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize he’s not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.

Jerk.

When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since you’re certainly not going to speak first, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; “ready?”

You nod and he isn’t confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. You’re not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely don’t mesh well together and it’s clear Bakugou is stronger, but you’re able to hold up well enough on your own.

You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.

And a little payback for being such an ass.

Then, when the class is over and you’ve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, you’re surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugou’s as he stares down at you. He’s not smiling and he doesn’t look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.

“Good job.”

The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing you’ve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasn’t gruff or aggressive like it normally is–it was… soft, almost? Maybe not soft but… normal. Just… calm.

Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then you’re pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.

After that, Bakugou doesn’t seem to leave you alone.

He’s everywhere.

And not everywhere in the way he had been before. He’s not there in passing or just across the room from you, he’s asking to train with you or deliberately making sure he’s the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.

He’s constantly there.

Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. He’s always looking at you, making sure you know he knows you’re there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugou’s attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.

Of course, they don’t know Bakugou’s your soulmate so they don’t really get the scope of your panic. And it’s not that you don’t trust them, especially after all you’d been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.

But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you weren’t.

You were promptly fucked.

You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before you’re cornered by Bakugou.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean.

A quick glance around tells you there’s no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since you’d snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.

So yeah, you were screwed.

Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.

“Do you think I don’t know why you won’t speak to me?”

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like they’re piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.

He takes another step forward and suddenly he’s inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,” Bakugou continues. “Especially when I started to realize you’ve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? It’s not hard to figure out.”

You halt, freezing, waiting for the words—

“You’re my soulmate.”

You refuse to look at him. You won’t look at him.

Maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He’ll just… leave. He doesn’t like being ignored, that much you’ve gathered and so if you just refuse to–

Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and he’s way too close. “Hey,” he huffs, “look at me.”

You don’t listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, he’ll get what he wants. And you’re not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until he’s bored and then you can think—figure this out because surely–

“Y/L/N,” he calls and you’re surprised he even knows your name, “look at me. Hey. I’m right, aren’t I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.” You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. “Fucks sake. I’m not leaving until you say something so you might as well—”

“—I’m not saying anything to you because you’re a jerk!”

Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.

The words leave your lips before you even realize you’ve said them. The second you’re done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugou’s, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.

But, a second later, instead of being angry like you’d expected, Bakugou starts… laughing.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him you’re stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.

As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years,” he starts, still smiling–actually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. “Wasn’t sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.”

Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. “I–I… You jerk!”

“I think we’ve established that already, babe.”

You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasn’t for the way your heart races at the sound, you’re sure your stupefied mind wouldn’t have caught it because seriously, what the hell?

“You… this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything!” You cry out, not sure if you’re defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? “You’re insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.”

Bakugou just snorts. “What are your words?” He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. “Must’ve been bad if you had to avoid me.”

You’re surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. “‘Move it, extra, or I’ll make you’,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands. “You said it the first day we started here at U.A.”

“Shit,” Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. “So you’ve been avoiding me for months?”

Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.

He shifts. “L-Listen… uh, sorry about… about cornering you like this.”

Blinking, you tilt your head up. You’re shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks.

“I just needed to know,” he finishes explaining. “And I’m sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesn’t deserve that crap but I can’t take it back, so I’ll just make sure I make up for it.”

You’re positive now that you’re hallucinating this whole thing.

“What?”

He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.

“Well, I mean, as we get to know each other,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m shit with words but I’ll try for you. I'm good with showing though,” and he looks a little too pleased with himself.

But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. “You…” and you hesitate, not sure if you’re hearing this correctly. “You want to get to know me?”

And he looks at you like you’re dumb.

“Duh,” he shrugs, “you’re my soulmate.”

“What about being number one?”

“What about it?” he argues, shaking his head. “That’ll still happen. You think I can’t do that while also dating you?”

Your eyes widen; “dating?”

“Yeah,” he says, again like you’re dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. “You’re my soulmate. Of course we’re going to date.”

“I barely know you!”

“That’s why we’ll get to know each other.”

You just stare up at him.

“You really are insufferable,” is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you don’t pull away from his touch and even if you’re not fully aware of it, you’re pretty sure you end up leaning into him.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he shrugs, still grinning. “Now, let’s go back to training. We need to work on your defense.”

Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. “Hey!”

“What,” he shrugs down at you. “It’s true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.”

You can’t find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really don’t mind.

If anything, you actually like it.

Fuck—he really is a jerk.

#my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 1 year

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🐚

Horror widened his eyes as billows of smoke rose to blanket the sky, unhearing of the many people and emergency response sirens, the heart that had been hammering away within its cage falling oddly still. Flames were devouring the earth with ravenous vigor as they crawled with purpose towards where the city limit began. For a moment sounds threatened to deafen him when the call of a name came from chapped lips attempting to fight off quivers. The heels of his shoes dug into the ground in preparation to move forward.

“Wait! You can’t go out there!”

Pro Hero status came with its advantages. They could go places that the average civilian couldn’t hope to, for starters, but today it would bring him the privilege necessary to satisfy the swirling emotions threatening to burst forth.

“Red Riot!”

And then he was sprinting across the blackened earth, uncaring of the chorus following him.

Familiar trees and large stones marked a passage that his feet knew without conscious thought. They traversed over or under obstacles that would cause any unawares by surprise. The Pro Hero clothed in black and red paused just for a moment when after a near minute of sprinting, almost too faint for him to see, came the glisten of something reflective. Clouds of smoke prevented the moon from guiding his path, no stars to give direction, nor was there a breeze to ease burning lungs quickly filling with the burning ashes falling like snow. Blisters were threatening to form across his unprotected skin as he began running once more. Embers singed cloth, skin, and hair alike as he vaulted over a fallen tree to land heavily beside a crevice made between two rocks.

There wasn’t supposed to be one here.

The name rose from his lips again, this time in a hope of hearing an answer, as garnet eyes searched the surrounding area. The tree line ends just a little farther ahead of where he stood, meaning the shoreline wasn’t too far, which also went to reason that a specific residence was near. Silence rang loudly across the once beautiful shoreline in between the fire’s roars as he caught sight of a gut wrenching scene.

Underfoot the crunching of twigs gave way to hair rising crackling of fragile glass before it gave way to the grind of sand. Where trees met shore was blackened sea glass beach. Salt saturated waves cascaded over the usually breathtaking and colorful only to currently be wetting lackluster rocks. Flickering of lingering flames were just enough to illuminate a secret path that led towards a cluster of rocks to his right. Garnet followed the trail, as did their owner’s feet, until they came to a stop after rounding the imposing craggy coif side belonging to the upper hill that overlooked the area.

Nothing was left of the once bright two-story house filled with laughter and games. Even the ocean itself seemed sad of its demise as its frothy waves appeared to reach for the wooden path that had once led to a porches front stoop. All that was left was ruined piles of wood, broken tile, shattered glass, and various ruined belongings scattered about.

“Help!” Oxygen caught within his lungs as the faintest of echos tickled his ear, drawing his attention away from the completely destroyed residence that lay hidden between the rocks.

Not too far from where the pathway disappeared into the ocean was a flat rock that had often been used as a stage in childish games. How many times had the two of you played upon it? Surely it was impossible to count them. Though his family only visited here during the summers since a relative lived along the coast, meeting you had been purely by chance. He’d gotten lost along the beach in search of seashells to show family and friends once returning back to Japan when the tide had risen without his knowing, rendering him stranded upon that very same rock. Waves made it difficult for any to swim, including him. Unsureness filled him the sun had begun to set, the faint calls of his name belonging to that of his parents coming from the distance. Would he be stuck there all night?

Until from the bubbling waters rose a person whose gaze offered comfort.

“Are you stuck?”

So startled he’d been that initially the boy had been rendered stiff with shock as you extended your hand farther.

This didn’t deter you though. Instead, you came closer to him with great effort until your upper body was splayed across the stone. “I’ll tell you a secret if you let me help.” Curiosity shone so brightly within his gaze, though it was tainted with caution, but eased the shadow from those garnet gems by raising your lower half.

His eyes widened with wonderment as iridescent scales glittered in the fading sunlight over the horizon. Even in this minimal lighting it was clear for all to see the beautiful appendage now swaying thanks to the tide’s flow. “Wow!”

A smile lifted your lips when he shuffled closer, just within reach for the tip of your fin to tickle his cheek and earn a laugh. “Will you let me help now?”

Hesitation shone brightly within his gaze as it flitted down to the water lapping at his bare feet. “But I’ll be swept away.”

“I promise to get you back to the human world in one piece. You have my word!” You proudly waved your fin. “My pride as a mermaid it at stake!”

“So you really are one?!” Eijiro’s eyes were nearly popping out of his skull as you laughed.

The droplet that had gathered within the corner of your eye was wiped away courtesy of a fingertip. “Of course not, silly, its just my quirk that makes me look like one.”

All excitement dwindled as you confessed that it seemed to have a mind of its own. “So you can’t control it?”

Your fingertip appeared inches from his face. “Talk later, rescue now. Are you going to let me or not?” When it still seemed as though he was hesitating, you winked and offered him your hand again. “I know it’s scary but it’s better to be manly than dead. Trust me.”

Before he’d realized it himself, his hand had found yours and the two of you were back on shore in the blink of an eye. Though he’d been soaking wet there had been no mistaking the firm ground beneath as he crab crawled away from the ocean’s reach. That was when he saw it, or specifically saw you, reach for something that seemed so out of place: a wheelchair. He had watched with wide eyes as you hoisted yourself up into the seat then went about situating the fish fin attached at your waist.

“(Y/n)!” Red Riot shouted, his gaze combing over every inch of the scorched beach in hopes of seeing familiar tire tracks.

He was embarrassed when you offered a bright smile; clearly you’d felt his stare. “Sorry—”

“No, it’s fine!” You waved away his apology before it could be fully voiced. “I don’t let it get me down! It’s actually super helpful for my family. Since it likes to act on its own, especially when its least convenient, it easier to get around like this than just flopping around uselessly or crawling everywhere. Trust me when I say that the ground is much dirtier than one thinks. Mom was nearly at her wits end when I had to drag myself through a carnival. That funnel cake and chili dog doomed that outfit real quick.”

“What are those?”

Judging from the expression of understanding that crossed your face, it must’ve clicked that he was no local. Still you smiled and cooed. “Stick around long enough and I can show you. They’re the greatest foods in the whole entire world!”

His gaze drifted back down to your lower body. “How long until you turn back?”

“Dunno.” You shrugged, though he could see the briefest appearance of disdain within your gaze despite it being focused upon the ground. One of your hands absentmindedly stroked the metal. “Can’t use my legs very well anyway so this chair is pretty much how I get around. My family moved here just so that I could have some form of freedom to go where I want. Land is kinda hard for me but the water is my whole world.” A blush tinged your cheeks pink as his gaze met yours. “I mean who can say they turn into a freakin’ mermaid thanks to their quirk? I love the ocean so it’s no loss for me! I get to spend as much time in it as I like…or at least until my quirk decides enough’s enough.”

“(Y/n)!”

All summer the two of you had spent time together. True to your words a carnival had appeared just close enough for you to show him the wonderment you’d spoken about. And, of course, he was over the moon with how amazing everything was down to the smallest popcorn kernel that nearly toppled your wheelchair. For nearly two whole months he watched you go beyond Plus Ultra by overcoming your physical disability. More importantly, doing so allowed his eyes to be opened farther in understanding of just what it meant to be a hero. You would be the first to offer help to other lost tourists, assist children who’d strayed too far from their family’s umbrella or too scared to enter the ocean’s playful surf. Nearly every day that he came to the beach there you were wearing a smile.

Desperation was beginning to fill him as despite his careful search there was no sign of your presence. No tire tracks, no telltale signs that someone had crawled from one point to another, and there was no indication that anyone had lingered behind after the evacuation sirens sounded.

How had he been assigned to California, USA in the first place? The answer was simple: All Might recommended him to a hero agency that happened to be close by to where you lived. Accepting the offer to train beneath the American heroes was easily made.

Calamity though had a wicked sense of humor.

No sooner had his feet met the concrete and asphalt covered soil did villains strike the coastline.

Which led him to the current situation.

“I found your family, (Y/n), they’re waiting for you at the rendezvous point!” Red Riot’s focused exterior faltered for just a moment, allowing Eijiro’s worry and concern show through, until it was smoothed over when spotting something clatter across the ground to lightly tap against his boot. It was the sign he needed and he immediately shed any unnecessary clothing before diving into the salty ocean.

It was the shell you always left on the beach to let your family know that you’d gone into the water.

His head broke through the surface with a gasp before your own joined, gasping and sputtering while leaning heavily against the man who supported you. A wave sent you both tumbling onto the beach until the two of you were flat on your backs. Despite being tossed around like rag dolls, his hand had never relinquished its hold upon yours. It was when he tilted his head to get a better look at you that he saw your tears. “I gotcha,” he soothed while enclosing you within a tight embrace, “it was my turn to rescue you this time.” The broad, heaving muscles of his chest did little to stem your quivering as you explained that the fires had scared you into the ocean despite your family still being in town. A tendon within his jaw grew taunt when you confessed that your quirk had deactivated itself just when high tide was ebbing, meaning you’d been nearly stranded upon the rock platform not too far away, leaving you alone to watch as the fire consumed your home. His hold on you grew more when, while sobbing, you’d been driven back into the water during the villain’s retreat so as not to be taken as a hostage or worse. “You were amazing, (Y/n)! So freaking manly I’m almost jealous!”

Your wide eyes still filled with tears rose to meet his own as he sat up with you cradled within his lap. “W-what?”

The mask obscuring his face was torn away with a sharp toothed grin. “Guess who!”

All of the fear that had been threatening to choke you instantly vanished when seeing his smile and hearing him call your name. Somehow, someway, that cautious little Japanese boy had returned just in time to fulfill his promise to one day save you as you had him. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean once your quirk had deactivated itself left you regretting not asking for him to stay in touch. Who would’ve guessed that your heart had developed feelings for him or that you realized what they meant the hour you found out he’d returned home? Your arms wrapped around his neck until his forehead met yours, the tears streaming down your face no longer belonging to fear but to happiness as he returned the embrace by wrapping an arm around your waist and the other your shoulders.

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