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frickingnerd · 8 months

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a smile like sunshine

pairing: shihai kuroiro x gn!reader

summary: your smile makes shihai weak...

shihai tries to seem sly and mysterious, like he's too tough to be caught off guard by anything. he tries to keep up this act of his as best as he can, but just a smile from you is enough to make him melt.

"d-don't smile at me like that…"

he'll mumble, unable to even look at you, without you noticing his flustered expression.

"a guy like me doesn't deserve your smile!"

that's the lie he'll tell you. he wants you – and himself – to believe that you're too good for him. because if he'd let you know how much he loves that smile of yours and how weak it makes him, you'd start to realize that he isn't as tough as he likes to make you think…

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linphd · 1 year

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They develop a crush on you | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> They didn’t plan on falling for some 1A student. Had to borrow a bit of my oc’s quirk for Shishida.

-> Shihai Kuroiri, Jurota Shishida, Juzo Honenuki.

Shihai Kuroiri

He had seen you before, and he had just noticed that you were good-looking… but many people in this school were, after all. So, it came as a surprise to him when he realized you had a bubbly personality during the Joint Training.

« Hey, Shihai, right ?! » you said, as both teams were walking towards the right spot. « Yeah, what ? » he asked, arching an eyebrow. « I heard your quirk kinda is like Tokoyami’s, that’s cool ! Mine isn’t that impressive. » you started. He scoffed, but seemed to be smiling a bit. « Yeah, I bet mine’s way better. »

That said, he understood why you had been recommended during the training. Nice quirk, rather clever despite how bubbly you seemed to be, and actually really nice and not judgemental for someone in 1A. Guess he only had an image of early Shoto or Bakugou in mind ?

As you seemed interesting to him, he walked to you after your fight was over. « So. I noticed you gasping when I arose from the shadows. » he stated, a bit grinning. You started giggling. Like a lot. « How Aoyama screamed ! It was so funny ! Your quirk is so practical ! » and you just couldn’t stop laughing at this point.

That’s when he realize he stared at you. And Kinoko got on his mind. He had a crush on her, right ? But couldn’t he have a crush in the other class ? Wasn’t it why high school was made for ? Have some silly little crushes ? Anyways, he was now eager to see more of 1A, if it meant he could see you.

Jurota Shishida

You never really noticed Shishida before. Seemed to have been invisible during the Sports Festival, and because of how extravagant Monoma is, you never really noticed anyone else in 1B whenever they were around.

That’s why you didn’t really expect him to shine that much during the Joint Training. His quirk was cool and purely physical strength, but his beast capacities were really impressive. Though you wouldn’t say it out loud.

On the other hand, he had noticed you. One of 1A’s big personalities. Sure, you weren’t like Bakugou, but your confidence was really overshadowing some of your classmates’. And you were good-looking. With a nice quirk. And you ended up 3rd at the sports festival.

It’s after his fight that you went to him, eager to learn more about his quirk. « Hey, Shishida ! If you can smell where everyone is, how can you do it if my tentacles go everywhere, hm ? » He started to think but you weren’t done. « Cause you thought there were three Tsuyus, right ? »

You continued. « I could beat you if we fought. » He looked at you. « Well… I’m twice your size. » you snorted. « Well, I might be twice your strength. » he smiled at your answer as you walked away, getting ready for your own fight. God, did his classmates make fun of this interaction during the whole week !

Juzo Honenuki

To him, it was very early. You were at the recommended students exam, just like him. There wasn’t any 1A and 1B back then, and that sort of rivality that seemed to have emerged as soon as the Sports Festival happened.

He liked your quirk, and then you had been nice to him, and then you had even asked about his own quirk. « Oh, so it has nothing to do with the skeleton face ? » you had asked, feeling a bit bad because he seemed to have been embarrassed after that. « No, not at all ! »

Sure, Juzo was insecure. Why did his face have nothing to do with his quirk ? But with you, it was different. It was purely a question, you didn’t have any resentment towards him and he had noticed how it embarrassed you when he became awkward about it.

No one knew about his crush on you since you guys never really talked and since 1A and 1B didn’t have any class together. So, he stressed a bit hearing about the Joint Training. But luckily, you weren’t against him.

You did walk to him after his fight, actually. « Juzo ! You got way stronger ! » you admitted. He smiled, happy to have kept his helmet on. « Thank you, you too ! I’m glad I didn’t have to fight you, to be honest. » Monoma heard that. All of 1B heard about it after it. Now everyone knew because of how awkward he had sound in only one sentence.

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sluttyshima · 2 years

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7 minutes

Warnings: suggestive content (making out, grinding) but no sex

Characters: Shihai Kuroiro x female reader

Words: ~1.6k

AN: repost of a request from my old account.

pspsps @leechlips remember this one?

The large, dimly lit closet seemed to brighten the moment that you walked in. Kuroiro’s heart began beating faster, just as it always did whenever he saw you. Your mere existence was enough to turn the normally confident man into a clumsy, stammering mess.

His eyes followed you as you made your way towards him, smiling. Honestly, he had never expected to fall for someone as bright as you. To him, you were the sun - warm and luminous in a world that was filled with far too much darkness. He had always been content in the darkness, comfortable even. It was where he felt safest. But you… for you, he would be willing to step out into the light.

Of course, that was nothing but a fantasy that he could only let himself indulge in for so long. Kuroiro was hopelessly in love with you. Hopeless, because he knew that there was no way that you could ever feel the same about him. There wasn’t a single person on this earth that could come close to deserving you, but there were certainly men who were closer than him.

Still, how could he move on from you when you were so sweet? You always greeted him with a smile and a kind word. You showed interest in his life and his well being, asking about his day or what he had done over the weekend. Even when he stumbled over his words, you were always willing to listen to him with rapt attention. Those moments fed into his daydreams, but eventually he had to wake up and realize that he was nothing special to you. He was just another one of your many friends.

The male was so caught up in admiring you, that he didn’t realize how intense his stare had become. When you asked if he was alright, he snapped out of his stupor. Suddenly feeling warm, he looked away. If his skin were lighter, he was sure that he would be blushing.

“We don’t have to do anything, you know,” you said, mistaking his reaction as mere nerves from the current situation that the two of you were in. “We can just sit here and wait until our seven minutes are up. There’s no pressure.”

Kuroiro wanted to kiss you. He wanted to tell you how absolutely beautiful you looked tonight. Wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you there, promising that he would never let you go. He wanted you to be his.

But you weren’t, and you never would be.

You were only here with him because you had drawn his name out of a bowl. It was a juvenile party game, seven minutes in heaven, one that your mutual friends had forced the both of you to play. It wasn’t like you had chosen to be here with him. Mere chance (and perhaps a bit of dumb luck) had brought the two of you together.

“I- I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He hated the way that he stumbled over his words. “I mean, I don’t want you to do anything just because you think I want to.”

Chewing your bottom lip, you searched his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Well, was there something you wanted to do?” Before he can answer, you add, “Who knows, maybe it’s something that I would want to do.”

He would have thought that lying to you would get easier over the years. But here he was, suddenly struggling to come up with a falsity that would make any sense. Nobody in their right mind would turn down this chance with you… so why should he? This would probably be the only time he would ever have an opportunity to kiss you. For once, he wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by.

“I want to kiss you.” Kuroiro blurted out the words before he could second guess himself. Then, hastily, he added, “But only if you want to.”

You take a step closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Of course I want to kiss you,” you say. One hand trails up to his neck, your nails gently scratching at his hairline. “Why else do you think I would have set it up so that you and I would end up here together?”

When you had touched him, the man’s hands had automatically come to settle on your hips. But now he froze, letting his arms drop back to his sides. He looks pained as he manages to choke out a few strangled words, “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not meant to be,” you reply, confused. “Kuro, you do know that I’ve had a crush on you for like, a year, right? I thought that you liked me too, until you started avoiding me.”

He stares at you in disbelief. As the silence stretches out between the two of you, you begin to worry that his brain has completely stopped functioning. But just when you’re about to start pounding on the door, thinking that he might need some sort of medical attention, he speaks: “You really like me?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer, giggling nervously. “It’s not like I tried to hide it. Actually, I thought that I had made it pretty obvious. Literally everyone else knows.”

Even with your insistence, Kuroiro isn’t willing to get his hopes up just yet. “Look at yourself, and look at me - the contrast couldn’t be more obvious. You’re a beacon of warmth, exuding nothing but joy and positivity.” Gesturing to himself, he frowns. “Meanwhile, I am a silhouette lurking in the shadows. I would do nothing but cast a pall over your light.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe we would compliment each other well?” You reach for his hand, and he lets you take it. The silver rings that he wears are slightly cold against the warmth of his skin. “I like everything about you, especially the things that make you different from me.”

The last of his reservations begin to fade. He can tell that you’re being completely sincere. As unbelievable as it is to him, you really do like him, darkness and all.

With a slight tug on your hand, Kuroiro pulls you closer. His arm wraps securely around your waist while his thumb and index finger grasp your chin to turn your face towards him. “If you let me kiss you now, things will never be able to go back to the way they were before.”

“I know,” you say. “They’ll be better.”

He chuckles. “Always the optimistic one, aren’t you, love?” Before you can answer, he is leaning down to capture your mouth with his.

All traces of hesitance from before are gone. If there is anything that he is sure of, it’s that he wants this. Wants you. He kisses you with confidence, his lips moving against yours slowly as he savors your softness.

“How much time do you think we have left in here?” he murmurs against your lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“Not enough,” you retort.

The two of you begin moving with more urgency now. You part your lips for him, an invitation that he readily accepts. His tongue wrestles with yours inside of your mouth, and he groans when you suck the wet muscle.

Kuroiro backs you against the wall of the closet, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to grasp the bare flesh of your hip while the other cradles the side of your neck. His knee slots between your legs, providing delicious friction to the area where you need it most. You grind against him, moaning into the kiss.

You flatten your palms against his back, pulling him as close to you as possible. When you tangle the fingers of one hand in his hair and tug, he growls. The sound goes straight to your core, causing you to buck against him.

To your disappointment, he pulls away, chest heaving with his labored breaths. You whine slightly at the loss of him, but he simply chuckles and pulls you into a hug. “You’re mine now, and there will be plenty of time for us to get to know each other more intimately later. But for now,” he leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed and smiling softly. “Just let me hold you. I need to feel you in my arms, so I know that this is real.”

His words cause you to soften in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his waist, and he straightens so that you can lean against his chest. After pressing his lips to your hair in a chaste kiss, he leans his chin on top of your head.

Time ceases to exist. You lose yourself in his warmth, his scent. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you trail kisses along the exposed skin.

You pull back, however, when you feel him playing with the fingers of your right hand. Looking down, you watch in shock as he removes a ring from his pinky finger, slipping it onto yours instead. Lifting your hand to his lips, he kisses the spot right above the jewelry.

“Please don’t be alarmed, this isn’t meant to be anything so serious as a promise ring or something like that.” He appears sheepish, watching your face to gauge your reaction. “I simply wanted to give you something of mine to wear. You don’t have to wear it of course, if you don’t want to. I would understand-”

Standing on tiptoe, you silence him with a peck to the lips. “Of course I’ll wear it,” you promise, beaming up at him. “Thank you, Kuro.”

“Shihai,” he corrects you. “My girl calls me Shihai.”

His girl.

Finally.

#shihai kuroiro #kuroiro x reader #kuroiro fluff #mha #bnha

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bakuhoewriting · 10 months

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CLASS 1B HEADCANNONS THAT MAKE SENSE

☰ NOTES⋮ reader! is in Class 1-A ; gn!reader x Class 1-B; some mildly suggestive themes

𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐄 tends to weld himself onto your side whenever he’s exhausted from training. It may earn him a scolding from Vlad-sensei or even Shiozaki-san, but you never complain and if Yosetsu gets to fall asleep cuddled in your warmth, that’s his prerogative.

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 carries a polaroid of you in his wallet. It’s frayed at the edges from time, but it’s the first polaroid you ever took together. He keeps it alongside his provisional hero license because it’s the best motivation he has for the future.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 has a pet Rhinoceros Beetle he keeps in his dorm room. You caught the little guy when he took you bug-catching for your first date to the local park. It wasn’t until you compared him to the little guy with pink cheeks and a wide smile that Togaru just had to have him.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐎 hosts a seánce in your room every month. He would do it in his room, but Shiozaki’s room is close to his and he’d rather not be accused of sinful behaviour (as if your other activities aren’t sinful, but Shiozaki-san doesn’t need to know that).

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎 often plans informal joint class outings with Yaoyorozu so your classes can bond. It doesn’t always work—Mineta, Monoma and Bakugo are banned for the next three activites—but she’s just glad to see you mingle with her classmates.

𝐊𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈 is a frequent vistitor of UA’s communal garden. In fact, she recently signed up to have her own plot so she can grow tomatoes and cucumbers—both for her and for you.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 was in her churchs’ choir. She doesn’t do it often, but if you’re especially tired than she’ll sing you to sleep. It works everytime.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 has an Uncle in France that he’s really close to. His Uncle is the person who told him the story of the Beast of Gevaudan, and the first person Jurota confided in about his crush on you. If you ever get married, his Uncle Daichi has offered his estate for the wedding.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐀 always wanted to give Boxing a go, but didn’t have the courage to visit a gym (largely due to his size) until you offered to join him. It’s one of the many things he’s grateful to you for and now something of a couples’ activity for the weekends.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 didn’t know you could speak English until you laughed at her insulting Monoma during a joint training session. Now, she begs you to talk in English whenever you’re together because she finds your accent really cute.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐀 definitely fainted the first time you agreed to study with him in his room. Bleeding nose and all. The same thing happened when you proposed to study in your own room so now you just work together in the common room. It’s better for his health that way.

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔 will deny it for as long as he can, but sometimes he does provoke you into a senseless argument. Namely because you have an adorable pouty face and his heart is reduced to a pandrum whenever you kabedon him to tell him off. It’s glorious.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 has a dinosaur onsie that she wears whenever she misses you. It’s not her colour, but it’s the same colour as your eyes so it’s automatically her favourite. She’s also got a matching pair for you in green, one that she’s planning to give you for your birthday.

𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 has an all year-round pass to the Manga Museum in Kyoto. It’s become a post-exam tradition to visit the Museum everytime you want a celebrate, because in addition to reading some of his favourite manga, you often stop for ramen on your way back to UA.

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐊𝐈 tends to smell like jasmine and sweet orange with how often he lathers his hands in massaging oil. It earns him some light ribbing from the boys at first, but that ends as soon as you show up smelling the exact same from massaging Juzo in return.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎 practiced his confession to you for two weeks because he didn’t want to stammer mid-confession. It didn’t work, but it turned out that you liked him with his stammer anyway; in fact, you have a nervous tic of over gesticulating which he soon found was endearing all the same.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀 has a growing pile of Franco-Belgian comics in your room. 9/10 times his comics lead to an argument between him and your classmates whenever he comes over to take one back. Bakugo’s now petitioning to have him banned.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 is an avid fan of Kabuki theatre; in particular, the popular horror classic Yotsuya Kaidan. For your first Halloween as a couple, you dress as Tamiya Lemon and Oiwa. Not a conventional couple by any means, but it makes Reiko glow in a way you’ve never seen before so it’s worth it.

𝐑𝐈𝐍 read that couples who watch the first snowfall are destined to stay together forever so he plans your first date for late-Autum. He’s shivering for most of your time together, but there are two highlights by the end of the night: when you worriedly draped your scarf around his neck and when a snowflake landed on his cheek in the middle of a spontaneous kiss.

– 2023 ©️ credit to bakuhoewriting ; soon to be crossposted on all my other accounts under the same name!

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class-1b-bull · 10 months

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Class 1-b reacting to you, their best friend (and/or lover), being the UA traitor.

Awase -

Completely shattered, that nomu that almost killed him and Yaoyorozu in the forest was caused by you feeding the Lov information. He starts questioning every moment you two have ever had together. He honestly gets pissed at himself and you and everyone around him because he doesn't know how to handle it.

Sen -

He loved taking pictures of the two of you. You two had an entire photo album dedicated to all the little moments, every time you beat him in your favorite card game or that little drawing eri did of you two being held up by you. All of those memories captured with the same camera you got him for his birthday are now being turned to ash in a fireplace. He cant help but be still while something once so important suddenly means nothing to him.

Kamakiri -

He was the loudest when he realized. He couldn't stop him self from screaming at you for what youve done. He hates you. Youve almost killed him and his classmates ten times over but that wont stop him from wanting you to stay. Deep down he wanted it all to be a cruel prank you were pulling. But it never was.

Kuroiro -

He tried to keep it together. He really did. But at the end of the day he was barely able to make it to his dorm room in time before he broke down completely. His nonchalant front, completely shattered. He sobbed to the point he was choking on his tears. You were one of the only people who he really cared for, so why did you betray him like this?

Kendo -

She tries to save you. She tries to understand why you did this. Were they forcing you? Are they keeping someone close to you hostage? Are you being manipulated or controlled? The more she tries to understand, the more questions she askes the harder it becomes to understand her as she starts to breakdown at your feet.

Kodai -

She didnt say anything but she truly wanted too. She wanted to yell, scream and cry. She wanted to hit you for what you put the class through but she wanted to hug you as you were dragged away in cuffs. She was so conflicted about what she wanted to do. Her brain and heart were arguing over you but in the end she just ended up doing nothing, which ended up hurting a lot more than it should have.

Komori -

She seems more confused and in denial than anything else at first. She starts to distance herself from people and holes herself up in her room while she tries to understand what happened. Was everything you two did together meaningless? She could never forgive you for what you did, she hated you but at the same time she wanted you to walk through her dorm room door ranting about your new favorite thing like you always did.

Shiozaki -

Shes not mad or even that sad about your betrayal. Just disappointed. She would try to understand and she truly wants to forgive you, but she cant bring herself to do that. She would distance herself from everyone and it would take a while before shes ready to move forward again.

Shishida -

He tried to keep it together but it was really hard for him to do that since he was feeling hundreds of emotions in seconds. His breathing became uneven as he tried to assess the situation from a logical perspective and his voice breaks as he simply asks you "why?"

Shoda -

He really values trust so when you betrayed all of UA he was never the same. He tried to recover but he keeps everyone at arms length. When you first left, he was on the more 'ok' side of things. But after a few weeks and what happened had time to sink in is when it hits the hardest.

Pony -

She cant stop herself from screaming at you while tears run down her face. She switched to english because its easier for her so no one knew exactly what she was saying to you. Even if you could speak english you wouldent understand what she was saying between the sniffles and gasps of air.

Tsubaraba -

Hes in denial for so long when it originally happened. When you were officially revealed as the traitor he thought it was a joke. He started to calmly talk to you with simple phrases like "jokes like that arnt that funny yk." But over the next minute it would turn in to him begging for it to be a joke while completely breaking down in front of you.

Tetsutetsu -

He does everything he can to get answers out of you. Some other classmates of his have to hold him back from running over to you and punching you square in the stomach. He ends up staying in the UA gym for a few hours after curfew, beating a punching bag in anger and confusion until eventually he wears himself out and collapsed from exhaustion.

Tokage -

She wants to know why you did it. If there was a reason she could find it in herself to forgive you but if not, it would become better for her to act like you never exist. For a long time after that she would leave when your name was mentioned or anything that reminded her of you would suddenly be destroyed or hated by her as much as she hates you. Deep down however, she still wants to be you friend

Manga -

He blames himself more than he blames you. Hes supposed to be a hero so why couldn't he save the one person he cared about the most. Youre gone forever now and he blames ever but of it on himself. He cries a lot for the next couple weeks and sometimes he can feel himself wanting to send you a funny meme he found only to remember and go through all the heartbreak all over again.

Honenuki -

Another that blames it all on himself but at the same time he is really depressed about it. He heals for the most part but part of him still gets a little wave of sadness whenever he walks past your favorite cafe or when someone does that very specific hand movement that you used to do all the time. Every part of the situation breaks his being completely, and he even becomes slightly more hostile towards the people he spars with.

Bondo -

He stays silent for the most part. His silence being a mixture of disbelief and hurt. He even tries to help the rest of the class through it. He becomes the class therapist while he ends up insisting hes fine and dealing with it alone in his dorm room. He cant bring himself to destroy the memories of you so he simply puts them in a box and hides them under his bed.

Monoma -

Incredibly angry about it at first but the more time that passes the more it hurts him. The more he starts to blame himself. If he had an inferiority complex before it definitely worsened now that you betrayed him. You helped him through so much yet he cant help but feel it was all nothing to you.

Reiko -

she handles it better when in front of the class, or at least she tries too. She broke down once you were revealed, she broke down when you left and she breaks down every time shes behind closed doors. She cant handle seeing anyone right now.

Rin -

He keeps calm at first and tries to rationalize. "Were you forced to against your will? Were you being controlled? Brainwashed?" With every 'no' to his questions he became more and more desperate to prove you werent evil. He started to lose his cool and break down in front of you while still begging for any sign that your not evil. At the end of the day he finds himself grabbing onto a random stuffed animal you left in his dorm and using it to muffle his tear filled screams.

Bro imma be honest half of these characters I had no idea what to write. So half of them are probably bad but im not gonna proof read or change this because we die like men.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hello deathmetalunicorn1,

I hope you are faring well.

Um I hope you don’t mind the request, but could you write something for My Hero Academia? It can be anything from head canon with your favorite characters.

How do they react when you kiss them!

-Ida- In public he is rather shy with PDA, turning bright red if you give him a peck on his cheek, steam rising up from his collar, his glasses fogging up as he lightly scolds you for doing things like that in public. However, if you’re alone, he melts into each one if you have him bend over so you can reach him, smiling and blushing all at the same time. He loves forehead kisses, as they mean ‘I care for you’ and like a gentleman he loves to peck the back of your hands or peck your fingers.

-Kaminari- This cupcake adores every bit of physical affection you give him, from holding his hand, hugs, cuddles, and especially kisses. He’s like a puppy, meeting you halfway to school and practically demanding his morning kisses from you, one on his forehead, one on each cheek, then one on his lips. He’s a total simp and will pout if you don’t give him all his kisses each day, both before and after school. He loves to give you surprise kisses, sneaking up on you to hug you from behind, pressing kisses to your cheeks and on rare occasion to the back of your neck which always makes you squeak which he adores.

-Kirishima- Grade A SIMP, the first time you pecked his cheek he was blushing so hard he almost passed out, but once he was coherent again, he asked you for another, once again freezing and flushing bright red. You thought it was cute but as he got more comfortable with getting kisses, he relaxed more, you kept your affections to a minimum in public, keeping it to hand holding. If you’re by yourselves then he has no issues leaning over and pecking your forehead and cheeks, smiling brightly with each one but he melts when you give him kisses, relishing each one.

-Sero- Such a gentleman and a tease all in one, he loves getting kisses from you, holding you to him and enjoying the affection, but he will also tease you sometimes, “You sure like kisses huh carina~” but he will never ever turn down a kiss, be it a cheek kiss, forehead kiss, or especially a lip kiss, if you're offering, he’s taking. He’s just as affectionate with you, always hugging you, or holding your hand, having you sit in his lap, you made him feel at ease and you're always willing to oblige him and he loves to peck your cheeks and peck your hands, both the top and the palms.

-Tokoyami- He is rather tsundere with kisses, both in public and in private, trying to pretend that he’s not bothered when you peck his cheeks and his beak, but when you're not looking, he melts into a blushing mess of feathers. Dark Shadow is the opposite, he loves getting affection, wrapping around you in hugs and getting peppered with kisses until Fumikage is steaming bright red, then he will force Dark Shadow off and embrace you himself, trying to pretend that he’s not pouting but you know better, but you don’t say anything. Kisses are a little harder for him, as he doesn’t have normal lips, but pressing his beak to your cheek or neck and nuzzling softly is just as tender and affectionate for him.

-Bakugo- Tsundere all the way, he will act like it’s such a big deal when you hug him from behind, pressing a kiss to his temple or cheek, acting like you're bothering him, but anyone can see the slight blush on his cheeks, which he will deny and defend with bodily harm to those who would dare say something like that. He prefers affection to be private, at least kisses, but will still pout and act like it’s a big deal when you're giving him attention. He’s shy about giving kisses but will claim he’s not shy, he just doesn’t feel like giving you kisses, but on rare occasions, soft, tender kisses to the forehead will always make you smile which will soften him for a moment or two.

-Kuroiro- Acts like you giving him kisses is no big deal, but on the inside, he is bright red and screaming into the void. You keep your affections more private, as he doesn’t want to lose his cool image, which you think is rather cute, but he always makes it worth your while with kisses and cuddles when you’re in private. He still acts like an edgy tough guy when you’re alone, but you know that he loves when you peck him all over his face. He loves soft, slow kisses, ones that are tender and soft.

-Shishida- This boy was so shy when you first started dating with everything, from holding hands to kissing, he always got so flustered and tongue tied, but it was rather cute. Once he got more comfortable, he relaxed and now he almost demands that you hold hands when you’re walking around together, but you don’t mind. You kiss his fuzzy face, forehead, cheeks, and lips, anytime you can as long as you won’t get in trouble, usually just quick pecks, but he prefers to have things a bit more private, wanting your affection to be for you alone, but he loves to bend over and peck your forehead all the time.

-Tetsutetsu- LET’S GO!!! Kisses fuel this boy, even the smallest of pecks will get him super charged for the day, he loves getting kisses and gushes about each one. You can usually bribe him with kisses, like studying or keeping him under control, which Kendo appreciates, and he loves getting his rewards. He was a little hesitant, for a short while, giving you kisses back, as he was a little worried about his teeth hurting you, but once he got over his fear, he was quick to constantly giving you kisses, but is still mindful as he doesn’t want to hurt you.

-Honenuki- When you first started dating, he got self-conscious of his looks, despite being such a confident person, as he felt like you deserved better. After you found out about his anxieties, you had taken him to your place and forced him onto your couch and sat on his lap and began to pepper his face with kisses while giving him compliments and listing every single thing about him that you liked, from his looks to his personality. It made him melt and he got embarrassed by how many kisses you were giving him and when he tried to escape, you held him there and spoke with an icy stare, “I haven’t finished yet.” This made him curious, staring up at you with a slight smile as it made him happy, “How many more do you need to give me?” You instantly grinned, “About a million, today. I’ll have to give you a million more tomorrow.” He turned so red, but you saw his smile as he felt better, and you helped him get over his self-consciousness with you and won’t hesitate to defend you or himself if someone else says something. Kisses are a bit hard for him, as he doesn’t have lips, but that hasn’t stopped him from being romantic, taking your hands and pressing his teeth to the back of your hands, nuzzling into your neck, and just holding you.

-Monoma- This cocky mf-er is such a tease and a gremlin, constantly teasing when you kiss his cheeks or lips, “Oh does my angel want my attention~” You, however, were able to counteract his sass by staring him down and holding his tie, pulling him down so you were looking down at him, “What if I do?” He was very quickly bright red and subdued, if he ever gets too sassy with you, all you have do is say something like that and he calms down, it’s easier on Kendo, who loves that you can reign him in. He melts when you give him forehead kisses, as those mean ‘I care for you’ and he loves those so much. He’s a gentlemen, constantly pecking the back of your hands and fingers, his hand holding yours so gently, pecking your cheeks gently, he’s still a bit shy with lip kisses, but giving your forehead kisses is something he’s very shy with, as they’re special and meaningful to him.

#mha x reader #mha tenya #mha kaminari #mha kirishima #mha sero #mha tokoyami #mha bakugo katsuki #mha kuroiro #mha shishida #mha tetsutetsu #mha honenuki #mha monoma

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mikki-does-simp · 8 months

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Words aren't worth shit. (Kuroiro Shihai x GN!reader)

surprise you guys, i came back from my grave for the kajillionth time! frankly, i'm slightly sick of interacting with almost of the MHA fandom, but my love for 1B seems to never ever waver, so i'll try my very best to stick to more longform fanfiction and post more-often so that the people who deserve it have actual content.

A/N: i wrote this in literally two adjacent blocks starting at 1AM and ending around 5 AM with a sleep from 4-4:30, so forgive any flow inconsistences or grammar/spelling mistakes because i say fuck the beta

edit: actually never mind next time i will appreciate a beta run more i left so many spaces that were just- *unfilled*

socially awkward kuroiro AND tactical manipulator kuroiro CAN co-exist, it just has to be written in a very specific way, though. despite that, with you, he feels like a cat covered in wet spaghetti, but like, in a good way.

Who the hell came up with the saying "a picture is worth a thousand words"? Or hell, who altered it to have it to relate an action? Kuroiro didn't really seem to convince himself of it, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't like he was indifferent to works of art- after all, he considered himself a sort of artistic guy... but when it came to a flash, a picture in his mind, a memory- usually it only took up about thirteen words in his mind. He considered himself a writer. Dare he say a poet. He kept piles upon piles of journals of his writing, and where people could not suffice, pen and paper were his greatest confidants. As much as he liked pencils, pens were just- ironically more artistic; even if he had to scribble at the paper if he misspelled a word or accidentally placed the lettering way too close.

He clenched a few papers between his hands, skimming over the writing as he stood in wait for what might be a pinnacle moment of his life. There were too many mistakes in his mind- so many scribbles it seemed like a quarter of each page was just a section or a word, blacked out in ink. He sighed, inwardly admitting that staying up until two am in the morning writing this was a terrible idea it's not like the author is doing the EXACT same thing down to the hour, but he could just not wait. Thoughts seemed to be always running through his head at light speed, from dawn to dusk and in between his dreams like a sickness of his. This is when he started to pace around with the pages in his hand, having to really mentally prepare himself for what he set up on what seemed to be the first impromptu thought of his entire life so far.

Kuroiro had somehow deluded himself so hard that he decided that he was going to profess his feelings for you within the next moment. Or at the very least, his fond admiration for your pieces, large or small that create the entire puzzle. He had slipped a piece of plain notebook paper under your door, even; that's how casual he tried to seem about it, as it could mean a lot of different things under different connotations if you ask someone to meet you. It wasn't a fancy sort of greeting or letter like he would have spent countless hours imagining he would, but it would make due. His pen and paper were becoming restless in it's own right, sick of hearing the same thought in a different variant over and over and over again. He had decided to meet you about fifteen minutes before the dormitory curfew, as to both make it less inconvenient for you and to make sure he had an escape route if anything went wrong. Yet again, his mind seems to be in a race with everything around it, dreaming up every possibility. Every triumph, every pitfall. The churns in his stomach grew more intense as he began to doubt himself,

It didn't take too long for you to meet him, with the casually dressed notebook paper folded in one of your hands. You pocketed it, then closed the gap of distance between you and Kuroiro, standing in front of him with a curious look to the papers in his hand- and how he looked like how he was going to vomit up a hairball. It raised some eyebrows, sure; but you seemed to understand his nature- his mannerisms, his idiosyncrasies: you seemed to accept them as they were, with no complaints otherwise about who he was. Human. A breath of fresh air for a guy like him, really. He didn't even greet you properly for a moment, already seeming to clam up, enamored by your beauty. It took a couple seconds for him to actually remember why he brought the two of you here- but when he did, he slowly looked to the writing in front of him, starting to read it out. Unfortunately for you, it was incredibly difficult to decipher what he was actually saying- he used so many elusive synonyms that the average person wouldn't be familiar with in terms of linguistics, and he would often go back to read a part if he messed it up, or pause for a moment to try and figure out what he was trying to say himself. The more and more he talked, the more Kuroiro realized this the sole brainless idea he had in a very long time- at least in his book, so out of some sort of shame, he started getting quieter as he read. His posture crumpled up more than it was before, and he was mumbling so badly, that it was even hard for him to hear the words that were spewing out of his mouth as he tried to read back He dropped the small stack of papers, much to your confusion; then, much to his incredible embarrassment, he felt his legs start to buckle despite himself as he kneeled to the floor, covering his face with his hands and starting to mumble a little louder about how incredibly awkward this situation was and that you should just forget it ever happened. He couldn't anymore, everything seemed to catch up to him in his incredulity...

You kneeled down to the floor with him, starting to pick up the papers for him. His hand reflexively moved to instantly snatch the papers from you- to hide away and confide yet again in the caverns of pen and paper- but he stops himself, opting to ball his hand into a fist to do so as he starts on an attempt to quell his mild panicked breathing. He felt so... soppy. Dare he say even- pathetic in a way. It took a moment, but he eventually found the strength to look you in the eye, and they lock, the watercolor to his monochrome. You pick up the rest of the pages, and even if it is incredibly messy and out of order, you remember how he reached to grab them from you, and although it confused you on why he would do that, you respected him too much to pry; in a state where he was cracking on all sides of a sphere, where he looked so oddly vulnerable. If you weren't too preoccupied with being concerned about the way he was acting, it would have felt good, about how he seemed to trust you being within this state

"Hey..." you interjected, slowly starting to offer both your held papers; and your free outstretched hand over to Kuroiro, "Take the time you need. You'll find a way to say what you need to say... and I'll flag you down with signals so it won't- get lost within the waters."

You had sort of an idea what was happening- but you could ask for more context later, as Kuroiro seemed a little too nervewracked to answer your questions. He took the both of you off guard, as he shuffled a little closer, his own arms beginning to outstretch as he simply took your simple outstretched gesture to wrap his arms around you in a shakey but gentle embrace. In that very moment, he couldn't believe it but... no words could describe what he felt. He almost lost himself in trying to figure it out, but at the same time, you quelled the tide all the same as you held each-other there.

#mha 1b #bhna x reader #class 1b #mha #bhna #shihai kuroiro #x reader fluff #fanfic #writing #x reader #bhna fanfiction #bhna imagine #mikki fluffpost

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darkcupcakebear · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

A/N: i need a request-

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1-A

Midoriya

- none

Shoto

- none

Bakugo

- none

Tokoyami

- [Hcs] Arguments on other class

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1-B

Shihai

- none

#mha tokoyami #fumikage tokoyami #shihai kuroiro x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo x female reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #deku x reader #deku midoriya

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burned-out-match · 1 year

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masterlist??

MHA!!

shiggy being in love

dabi and shigaraki’s ideal types lol

hawks, shiggy with a short s/o

hawks, shiggy, aizawa with an insecure s/o

hawk’s and aizawa’s ideal types

domestic! hawks

hawks mating for life??

aizawa and hawks as dads!

shiggy with a mentally ill s/o

if shigaraki had a different childhood...

shigaraki redemption arc?

endeavor thoughts

bakugou, shiggy, shoto being jealous

shiggy, aizawa, hawks with a flirtatious s/o

bakugou and todoroki hearing you gush over them

toga, shinsou, tamaki with an s/o who has a shrinking quirk

shinsou, bakugou, kiri with an s/o who snaps

hawks with an oblivious s/o

kiri, bakugou, izuku with a chubby s/o!!

shinsou, ms. joke, toga with a stuttering s/o

bakugou with a pregnant partner

shinsou, aizawa, monoma with an avid reader! s/o

toga, shinsou, denki with an s/o with glasses

momo and ochako with an s/o with an opposite quirk

aizawa meeting a motherly s/o

bakugou, kiri, shoto with a twin sister

hawks after an argument and breakup

present mic, aizawa, midnight with an s/o with long hair

dabi, shinsou, miruko with an s/o who loves the rain

shinsou, denki, tamaki genderbent

shinsou, bakugou, tsu with a mega quirk s/o

toga, bakugou, dabi when u fart

shigaraki, bakugou, shoto when you ask for a kith

shinsou with a lying s/o

hawks, aizawa, shinsou with a writer s/o

tsu, shinsou, uraraka holding hands

tsu on a swimming date

mina and jirou with a singer

kiri, iida, all might as boyfrens

hawks in a relationship

hawks with an owl quirk s/o

bubble tea date with denki, shinsou, mina

hawks, bakugou, dabi when their s/o opens up

monoma with a pained s/o

shinsou, monoma, kuroiro with a shadow quirk s/o

all might fluff

midnight and mic with a villain s/o

bakugou, denki, shinsou when their s/o visits from the future

more hawks relationship fluff

hawks breakup angst

shigaraki and hawks with a singer

aizawa, shinsou, jirou with a cat-quirk s/o

kinoko komori appreciation

momo, izuku, neijire with an s/o who possesses people

shigaraki and his gamer

aizawa, izuku, bakugou with a quirkless s/o

shiggy x reader fluff fic

random class 1a hcs

bakugou angst, tw:abuse

HxH!!

kurapika with a short s/o

can illumi love??

yandere illumi

can hisoka love??

kurapika and leorio as boyfrens

leorio, hisoka, kurapika with a tall s/o

kite, illumi, chrollo with a pregnant s/o

hisoka’s type

hisoka hcs

illumi brainrot

Genshin Impact!!

childe x reader sample fic??

HSR!!

thoughts about sampo

hsr shitpost number 1

hsr shitpost number 2

hsr shitpost number 3

hsr shitpost number 4

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w0rmm1lk · 4 months

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Masterlist!

All Written works will be Posted here!

💥 Bakugo💥

X Male reader, argument.

X Aizawas Daughter, Birthday.

X Male Reader, Closet.

X Gn!Reader, Wings.

X GN!reader, snapped

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🪨Kirishima🪨

X nonbinary reader, Selfless.

x GN! reader, snapped

x GN!reader, Wings.

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

👓Tenya Iida👓

X GN!Reader, snapped.

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

X GN!reader, Snapped.

x Any!reader, Texting.

xMale!Reader, realising hes Bi

LGBTQIA headcannons

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

X GN!reader, Snapped.

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

X GN!reader, Snapped.

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

X GN!reader, Snapped.

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

👾Mina Ashido👾

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

♾️Ochaco Uraraka♾️

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

💫Momo Yaoyorozu💫

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🖤Shihai Kuroiro🖤

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

👔Neito Monoma👔

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

😈Dabi😈

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🔪Himiko Toga🔪

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

✋Tomura Shigaraki✋

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🃏Mr. Compress🃏

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🪽Hawks🪽

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

👁️Aizawa👁️

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🌙Midnight🌙

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🙂Mirio Togata🙂

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🌀Nejire Hado🌀

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🦋Tamaki Amajiki🦋

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🐈‍⬛Hitoshi Shinsou🐈‍⬛

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🛠️Mei Hastume🛠️

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

⭐Yo Shindo⭐

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

🛡Melissa Shield🛡

x Any!reader, Texting.

LGBTQIA headcannons

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x female reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x female reader #mha x gn!reader #x male reader

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Class 1B Masterlist

Neito Monoma

monoma with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dating neito monoma - headcanons

monoma crushing on a 1A student - headcanons

monoma showing off his s/o - headcanons

monoma with a shy s/o - headcanons

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

tetsutetsu with an insecure s/o - headcanons

being in a poly relationship with eijirou kirishima and tetsutetsu tetsutetsu - headcanons

Hiryu Rin

yandere hiryu rin - headcanons

yandere hiryu rin with a lonely darling - headcanons

Yosetsu Awase

teasing yosetsu awase - headcanons

Kosei Tsburaba

kosei crushing on a reader who's already in a relationship - headcanons

Sen Kaibara

the effect you have on me - drabble

Shihai Kuroiro

a smile like sunshine - drabble

Nirengeki Shoda

cuddling with niregenki shoda - headcanons

Juzo Honenuki

juzo taking care of his sick s/o - headcanons

Togaru Kamakiri

stealing togaru's hoodie - headcanons

Manga Fukidashi

hanging out with manga fukidashi - headcanons

Kojiro Bondo

patching up kojiro bondo - headcanons

Itsuka Kendo

kendo with an affectionate s/o - headcanons

Kinoko Komori

kinoko komori with a stoic s/o - headcanons

Ibara Shiozaki

yandere ibara shiozaki - headcanons

Pony Tsunotori

holding hands with pony - headcanons

Setsuna Tokage

teasing setsuna tokage - headcanons

Yui Kodai

yui kodai crushing on you - headcanons

Reiko Yanagi

i see forever in your eyes - oneshot

reiko crushing on a reader who's already in a relationship - headcanons

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elithe31st · 2 years

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SMASH pt 2

tokoyami x gn!reader {platonic}

(ft. hawks)

req: me...again...(please request im dying here)

desc: (you work for present mic's agency....this is my own little au where hawks n present mic work 2gether) waiting in the main lounge for present mic and jirou to get back from patrol, tokoyami walks in right on time.

tokoyami walked into the room, watching you kneel down under the desk, presumably grabbing something you dropped. he placed his bag on the table, sighing as he figured he should do some of his homework.

'tokoyami!? is that y—OW!' in the middle of speaking you hit your head on the table, causing you to roll out and rub your head.

'ah, (last name), are you alright?' he looked at you with a semi-shocked expression, setting his homework and pencil down.

'yeah, 'm fine!' you went over next to tokoyami and kneeled beside him, looking at his homework. you sighed.

'booring..'

'it is quite boring, but i have to do it nonetheless.' tokoyami sat down criss-cross applesauce. (im so sorry.)

'hey, you know what's better than homework?'

tokoyami looked at you worriedly.

'SMASH!' you placed the piece of paper down on the table, the word 'smash' written on the top in big, bold red letters.

'smash..? how do you play this game?' he looked over to the empty paper.

'hmm....' you decided in your head if you should tell him or not. you quickly decided against it.

'hah! you'll see!" under a couple lines, you drew a big red line and put 2 large circles, one with your first initial and the other with tokoyami's.

'now, pick..4 boys, 2 you like and 2 you dislike!' you held the red pen in your hand.

'people i...dislike? let's see..uh..midoryia,'—you were writing names as he listed them—'hawks..um, monoma is someone i....dispise. oh, also put kuroiro shihai on there.' he mumbled under his breath.

'jeez, full name? must be a reeeaaallll enemy, huh?' as he finished writing the last guys name in really fancy letters—just to anger tokoyami a bit, you thought— you looked over to him.

'pick one of em! im gonna be asking you to pick 4 different things, so be prepared. just pick someone.'

'hawks.' he placed his finger where hawks' name was.

you crossed out hawks' name and put tokoyami's first initial next to it. you snickered and crossed out shihai's name, putting your first initial next to it. you glanced over to tokoyami and you swear you could see a vein in his hand.

'now, for the place.' you wrote down places. the store, hawks' internship, the league of villians hideout and a house. tokoyami looked over your shoulder. he looked at the paper, confused.

'uhm..house..?' after he answered, he looked over to his homework, but you stopped him and made him look the other direction which caused his feathers to puff up ever so slightly. you put his first initial next to the 'home' line. you put yours next to the 'store' line.

you pointed out the slight vein in his hand.

'what, mad i picked your mortal enemy?' you snickered a bit, noticing the vein get bigger.

'n-no. i'm not. let us just continue.' he dismissed the claim right away, looking at the paper in anticipation.

finally, you wrote down 2 columns. one had surfaces. hills, floor, bed and the grass.

'alright, pick a surface.'

'...bed.' tokoyami's face darkened—if it even could do that—after he picked, probably catching onto the game. you laughed and picked the floor option.

'alright, tell me 4- no, 2! 2 girl pro-hero names.' you wrote down miriko and midnight as he thought.

'oh, ms. joke and ryuku.'

you wrote down those two names, sliding it over to tokoyami.

'uh, i pick miriko.'

'and with that! the game ends! so, tokoyami.' you stood up and stood at the other side of the table. you looked at him with a very sly grin. he sweat in worry.

'you! want t—' just like on cue, hawks walked into the room.

'yo! what're you two doing?' he put a hand on your shoulder. you burst out laughing.

'eh? what's so funny?' hawks looked at you, a confused expression on his face.

'we were playing a game and i'm supposed to get my..results.' he looked at the paper once more, noticing other writing on it but decided not to pay any mind.

'ohh, what game was it?'

'it's called...smash.'

hawks deadpanned over to you, recovering from your laughing-fest.

'y- heh- yeah?' you wiped a tear from your eye, looking at hawks with a smile.

'you? taught him? how to play SMASH?'

'YEAH, AND HE- HE—!' you burst out laughing, again, hawks snatching the paper and looking at it. he looked up from the paper, to the clueless tokoyami ,and back to the paper.

'did- did you explain it to him?'

'N- NO! HAHAHA!' you got up and wheezed, looking at the paper along with hawks.

'i almost burst out laughing when he picked you, man!' you put a hand on your stomach, the other one going to hawks' shoulder.

'w- was i not supposed to?' tokoyami looked up at both of you.

'hey, lemme read his results really quick.'

'you serious?'

'yes.'

hawks sighed. 'fine.'

"aaaalright tokoyami! you would fuck hawks! in your house, on, your, bed aaand you would bring miriko, along with you.'

you looked at tokoyami, who almost looked like his pride had gotten broken. he was sunken over the table and his beak was the faintest shade of pink.

'i-i am so sorry, hawks i-'

'hah! don't sweat it kid. (hero name) didn't explain the rules to you, so you're good.' hawks put a hand on tokoyami's head.

'hey...you all wanna play another round?'

the 3 of you played almost up to 50 rounds before jirou and present mic came back.

when they came back though, all they saw was a giant whiteboard with you standing beside it, hawks and you yelling at eachother.

#tokoyami headcanons #fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami #fumikage #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo #keigo tamaki #tamaki #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha

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bakuhoewriting · 11 months

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CLASS 1B AND HOW THEY HUG YOU

☰ NOTES⋮ reader! is in Class 1-A ; gn!reader x Class 1-B

tends to be bold in their affections. a real touch-starved/obsessed kinda partner. doesn’t matter if it’s a side hug, back hug or your standard run of the mill hug–they enjoy holding you close and will gladly jump on any opportunity to latch onto you. even if some of them look borderline aggressive in public doing so. and if someone mentions it to them? expect them to squeeze you even tighter.

awase, monoma, tokage, kamakiri, tetsutetsu, kuroiro

actually likes to be on the receiving end of hugs. can’t really explain it. as much as they like holding you, they enjoy it much more when you hold onto them. there’s just something that feels right whenever they can sink into your warmth. and when they’re in your arms, you don’t know this but they’ve grown accustomed to the steady beat of your heart. it’s become one of their most favourite sounds in the world.

kodai, pony, fukidashi, tsuraraba, shiozaki, shoda, yanagi

isn’t too keen about public displays of affection, but in private? totally comfortable becoming a hug fiend. enjoys just how easily you fold into their arms, and how natural it feels when your arms encircle their shoulders or waist. will sigh when you run your fingers through their hair, or give a small content smile when the roles are reversed. if the others found out how much they enjoyed hugging you, they’d be super bashful.

shishida, honenuki, rin, komori, bondo, kaibara, kendo

2023 ©️ credit to bakuhoewriting ; soon to be crossposted on all my other accounts under the same name!

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 4 months

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Let's Talk About Heroes (KiriBaku x Reader)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rYR5seb by JoTheGamerWitch I'm not very good at summaries so here's an attempt Y/n L/n is a kindergarten teacher and an ex-villain. In high school they were saved by Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijiro from their dark path. What happens when the principal decides to invite some heroes over to the school to talk to the kids and Y/n sees the two heroes who not only saved them, but also captured their heart? Words: 707, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aoyama Yuuga/Kuroiro Shihai, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Little Shit, Kaminari Denki is a Dork read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rYR5seb

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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class-1b-bull · 10 months

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Class 1-b as random things me and my friends have said to eachother!

I tried to get everyone multiple times but some characters got more than others </3

There is a lot of cussing, name calling and mentions of virginity but dats about it. Plus a brief mention of drug dealing.

:] :] :]

Manga- BRO! IS THIS THE BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ULTRA ANYLISIS BOOK THAT LETS YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT THE CHARACTERS, THEIR QUIRKS, AND THEIR RELATIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS FROM THE SAME SERIES?! PUBLISHED BY HORIKOSHI, THE AUTHOR OF BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA, HIMSELF?!?!

Bondo- uh yea?

Manga- i knew you were cringe but a virgin? Do better man.

:] :] :]

Sen- WHERE THE FUCK IS CTRL+Z?!?!?

Awase- ctrl z dosent work on tattoos actually..

:] :] :]

Kuroiro - the atoms will align because im hot like that. *runs straight into a wall*

:] :] :]

Kamakiri - the riddle isnt that fucking hard your just dumb as shit.

Kosei - can I give them a hint?

Kamakiri - no, fuck you.

Awase - you had to high expectations for me and tokage when making this riddle.

Kamakiri - I litterally looked up riddles for kids.

Tokage - well im obviously not a kid so that probably why I cant figure it out..

Kosei - can I pleasssseeeeeee give them a hint.

Kamakiri - fine whatever.

Kosei - ASS!!

Kamakiri - you know what? Actually... shut the fuck up!

Kosei - its a good hint!

Kamakiri - no the fuck its not.

Rin - no actually thats a great hint. Want me to demonstrate?

Awase - what is there to demonstrate???

*litterally 3 1/2 hours later*

Tokage - WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DOES ASS HAVE TO DO WITH THE MOON?!?!??!

AWASE - FUCKING MOONING!!!!!

:] :] :]

Kendo - just letting you know, your a great friend. And I really care about you.

Kodai - being nice to me wont change the fact that your ass at mario cart.

:] :] :]

Shiozaki - *running up to kendo full sprint* hey um- quick question, could jesus do a kick flip? SPECIFICALLY with the kids hello kitty skatebord that crack dealer tried to sell us...

:] :] :]

Shishida - I dont like gossip but I thought I should let you know that monoma thinks your a drug dealer...

Kosei - why? Is he a cop?

Shishida - no but-

Kosei - is he buyin?

:] :] :]

Shoda - *crying in a voice message to the class b group chat* I just got into a car wreak and the cop had to pull me out of my carrr *loud as sniff* while fucking doja cat was talking about sucking dick... and it was really embarrassing. Oh! And I broke my leg I guess but whatever.

:] :] :]

Pony - Want my autograph? Too fuckin bad bitch! Im Beyonce type famous now I dont have TIME for your annoying ass.

Kodai - what happened?

Komori - she got 15 likes on a tumblr post.

:] :] :]

Tetsutetsu - MEN CAN LACTATE?!?!?!

Kosei - *loudly starts playing carless whisper in the distance*

:] :] :]

Kamakiri - shut the fuck up I only came over to your house to watch madoka magica and pet your cat now where the fuck is kitty kitty bang bang?!

:] :] :]

Honenuki - hand.

...

Honenuki - HAND!

Kuroiro - TAKE ME TO DINNER FIRST?! I aint ready for that kind of commitment man.

Honenuki - if you dont let me finish painting you nails I am going to kill your cat.

:] :] :]

Bondo - *crying while eating pretzels* he really did crank that soulja boy...

:] :] :]

Monoma - statistics show that I am better than you at litterally everything so riddle me this? If I am so fucking awesome why do I cry myself to sleep every night?!

:] :] :]

Reiko - that toddler is so fucking metal..

Like get it bitch. Tell your mom to fuck off for putting you in time out. Girlboss shit.

:] :] :]

Rin - that kid is litterally me.

Kosei - *earth shattering scream and falls off ceiling*

:] :] :]

Shiozaki - so is everyone that does crack jesus or just your mom?

:] :] :]

Shoda - thats a nice fucking rock...

Kodai - please dont fuck the rock...

:] :] :]

Awase - WTF WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE NOT REAL?!

Rin - awase why would sen have a LIVE jellyfish inside of a lava lamp...

Awase - he would if he wasent a beta cuck.

:] :] :]

Pony - if I give you $20 can you draw the dude from highschool musical pregnant? Its for my cousins birthday.

Manga - first of all what the actual fuc-

:] :] :]

Shiozaki - believe it or not. But being a man. Ok? And sucking another mans dick. BEFORE MARRIAGE. Hear me out on this one... Is slightly againt the great lord above.

Kodai - jesus?

Reiko - no, ace ventura: pet detective.

...

Reiko - specifically after he climbed out of the rinos ass, naked.

:] :] :]

Sen - bro what even is this? Its low key ugly as fuck.

Rin - thats litterally me...

Sen - daymn *sticks photo in pants* ANYWAYS-

:] :] :]

Shishida - I get everyone is trying to stay calm but twerking to the fire alarm wont stop the fire!

:] :] :]

Rin - cute dogs!

Kosei - *lifting his foot* thanks I moisturize~

:] :] :]

Pony - i knew something was wrong with you when you laughed at my joke but not in the 'I watched mean girls' type of way.

:] :] :]

Komori - *walking around the house frantically*

Reiko - we would be out the door already if you didnt kiss all of your plants goodbye..

:] :] :]

Awase - I couldn't even hear that because me and kosei were talking about how hot she was.

:] :] :]

*Rin buddled up in like 20 blankets in front of a fire place*

Kosei - hot girl shit. *dives into the pile and face plants right into his balls.*

:] :] :]

Manga - can I eat your knees tall man?

Bondo - no thanks.

Manga - what if I asked in a uwu voice?

Bondo - still no.

Manga - daymn... alpha male type shit.

:] :] :]

Rin - you realize i am a dude right?

Awase - guys can have long hair?

Sen - of course they can have long hair dipshit.

Kosei - who cares if rin used to be a girl?! Hes a guy now and thats all that matters!

Rin - no I was always a guy...

Kosei - its ok man :D ill always be your friend <3

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touyaspeach · 2 years

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camboy! Kuroiro Shihai x fem! Reader

A/N ; this took forever to write, but I think it turned out well! It's the longest fic I've written so far, and I'm really glad it's for Shihai. He deserves more love. Also I drew the banner image, do you like it?

Summary ; You learn that your co-worker and fellow pro-hero, Kuroiro Shihai aka Vantablack, has been moonlighting as a camboy. A deep dive into his hours of content later, and somehow you end up as his biggest fan and number one supporter. The only caveat is... you're pretty sure he hates you. Words ; 14.5k Warnings ; cam work, masturbation (m, f), sex toys, assplay (m), unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering (f), praise (f), Thanks ; @a-shy-blueberry for beta reading, brainstorming, and supporting me through the whole process!!

It started with whispers, a quiet sussurussing behind closed doors, in empty rooms, among breaks and alleyways and friends and acquaintances. Your friend and pro-hero co-worker, Kuroiro Shihai, also known as the hero Vantablack, is supplementing his income by camming. No one’s shown you a video, or given you any proof yet, but you’re dying to know the validity of the claims.

It doesn’t help one bit that you’ve been insanely attracted to him since your time together in school, though nothing ever came of it. You were both too focused on studying, training, becoming a hero. And, well, now that you’re both heroes and living the dream, as it were. Maybe it’s as good a time as any to do a google search for his content. He won’t be hard to notice, his quirk gave him a unique appearance.

These are your thoughts as you round out your patrol for the evening. You’ve been on your feet for hours, walking the streets to keep bad guys from doing bad things and stopping potential villains from causing general mayhem. All in a day’s work.

This shift was a boring one. Your sector is a well-travelled one that’s got a relatively low crime rate, it’s one of the ones that newbies and side-kicks get assigned. You’d be fine with it normally, but that means there’s nothing keeping your mind from running wild with fantasies about your supposed camboy friend.

You wonder, as you walk, what kind of content he puts out. Is he a degrading dom or a praise-hungry sub? Did he fuck himself on toys or stroke himself to completion? You’d caught sight of his bare torso a handful of times here and there, and the curiosity of what lies beyond his waistband has you getting a little too wet in your hero. Thick and vascular, or long and pretty? Somewhere in between? Did he dress up in cute costumes or cosplays? Fetish wear? Harnesses seem like his thing, and you assumed he’d be the leather over plastic kind of guy, but you’d very much like to know for yourself.

You’re so lost in your thoughts, that you don’t even notice the dark figure in front of you until you’ve crashed into a broad chest and steadied with slender hands on your shoulders. Of course, you’d smashed your face right into the man currently occupying your thoughts. Of course.

“I-I,” he stammers, seemingly caught off guard just as much as you were. He steels himself for a moment and then clears his throat. Kuroiro is just as strikingly handsome today as he always is. His hero suit is all dark onyx like his skin, and his silvery hair is tied back into a ponytail. White accents adorn his wrists and shoes but otherwise, he cuts an intimidating figure.

“You won’t catch any villains if you can’t even pay attention to what’s in front of you, weirdo.” He chastises, hissing out that cute little laugh of his. You flush, and then the illusion you’d so carefully spent the last few minutes crafting comes to a screeching halt.

“Just as the prophecy foretold, our fated meeting at dusk means only one thing-”

Oh fuck, here we go. And this is why you and Kuroiro never became anything more than acquaintances. He babbled about something dramatic, and you were too focused on the way his suit hugged his trim and muscular frame to really hear what he was saying. He always said the strangest things when you were around like he was intentionally being off-putting. He was sexy as hell and getting to see him this close for the first time since you’d heard those rumors only gave them more stock. You could easily see how and why he’d be popular enough to make camming a successful side hustle.

Did he spout all that darkness stuff during his shows, you wondered. That thought did nothing more than pour gasoline on the flames. Were there people into such a thing? Surely, there were people into everything, so why would that be any different?

“You’re not even listening, of course,” Kuroiro said suddenly, drawing your attention back to him. He scoffed, and then moved aside to walk away from you without another word. Even when you turned to apologize, he’d vanished. Sucked into the shadows as his quirk allowed.

You crossed paths often enough with him, he tended to be assigned the patrol shift right after yours since nighttime lent itself to his abilities so much better than the day did. He was excellent at what he did, too, great at gathering information and catching ner do wells by surprise.

You just couldn’t put your finger on him, though. He was enigmatic, for sure, and the media seemed to agree with you.

When you returned home, you showered and ordered dinner. Once you changed into comfortable clothes, you grabbed your laptop and began your sleuthing. There were a ton of camsites to shift through, and you didn’t follow him on any social media (not that he’d use his professional handles to post porn with, let’s be real). A myriad of different search terms and combinations later and you finally found him, the rumours were true.

And with a quirk like his and a screen name like “vantabussy”, that secret wouldn’t stay secret for long. If you managed to find him before your takeout even came then surely the others at the agency and then eventually the press would, too. Maybe your co-workers had already found this and that’s why the rumours spread so quickly?

Curiosity piqued, especially after patrolling all day and thinking about him, you clicked through. He was offline, obviously, and there were a few VODs locked behind a paywall which you weren’t convinced about shelling out money for just yet. You scrolled down to the bio section and read through.

It was mostly standard stuff, his username, the date he joined, his birthday and age, what he was into, his streaming schedule, and his body mods. But what caught your interest the most was just how many followers he had.

Sixty thousand.

Sixty thousand people liked his content enough to make an account on this website and follow him, and probably pay a lot of money to see… what exactly? You were just about to click the “register” button when your doorbell rang, nearly making you jump out of your skin and toss your laptop across the room in your shock.

Oh right, the food.

You were quick to greet the delivery person, give them a fat enough tip, and return to your apartment to finally sate this budding curiosity. You set the bag of food on the table, retrieved your laptop and your wallet, and signed up.

You didn’t want it to be obvious that it was you, so picking a username that was interesting enough to get noticed-why did you want to get noticed?- and not too obvious, was going to be a little tricky. You considered it for a moment, your mind running through the options.

You could play off of his username, vantabussy, and use something silly like sparklepussy. But you didn’t like the connotations it gave you. Vantafan666 it is, you supposed. It’s not like you were actually going to interact with him anyway. Not outside of paying the price for the VODs and getting it out of your system.

You input your password, verified your account, and gave away your credit card information for this, so it better be worthwhile. Scrolling through the options, looking at the thumbnails and descriptions to choose which one you’d be shelling out your hard-earned cash for.

“Imagine me breeding you like this,” is the video you decided on. The thumbnail is a full body shot of the one and only vantabussy, on his knees in what appeared to be a room set up specifically for this, with a few toys around. He was completely naked, and it was the first glimpse you’d gotten of what he was packing.

It wasn’t going to be your last.

His cock was pretty, long, and vascular, flushed so red at the tip that it shone through the inky blackness of his skin. His hair was down, and his dick was standing at attention and the dirty talk potential was too good to pass up.

The video was around ten minutes long, and the price was actually pretty cheap. Or what you assumed was cheap, considering how rarely you went on sites like these. You ordered the video and clicked through and immediately your ears were blessed with the sweet timbre of his voice.

Had it always been so butter-smooth and calm?

“Thank you for buying this, baby,” he cooed, shifting his hips forward and displaying his gorgeous length fully as he spread his legs further. His thighs were delicious, all lean muscle and thick power from years of training up and working out. He reached out of frame to produce a small bottle of lube, which he squeezed out onto his bare cock. It jumped at the coldness and he chuckled softly, “so cold, I’m gonna need you to warm me up.”

You had to pause the video there, feeling all tingly and warm from seeing your co-worker and fellow hero in such a compromising way. But of course, this was intentional, right? So it wasn’t wrong of you to indulge, right? If anything you were helping him out by paying for it, so why did you feel so guilty? Guilty, and extremely, stupidly turned on.

You shifted on your couch uncomfortably, the slick pooling in your panties making things sticky. You could do this, you could get through this video without touching yourself!

You leaned back, grabbed your food, and pressed play.

Those long, slender fingers wrapped around his length and he stroked himself a few times to spread the lube around. A low, pretty groan ripped itself from his throat at the sensation and he purred, “can’t wait to fill you up, breed your pretty pussy and show everyone who you belong to. You want that, baby? I know you do.”

As he spoke he produced a clear fleshlight. You could see all the carefully crafted textures on the inside through the soft silicone and you knew he’d chosen it specifically because of his quirk. Getting to see just how good that lovely dick could make you feel was all part of the plan.

He pulled out a pillow from off-camera and placed the masturbator on top of it so that he could prop himself up higher on his knees and line up with the entrance. He smirked wolfishly at the camera, quirking a silver brow as if to tease you.

“You ready for me, princess?” he hissed as he slowly sunk into the toy, “God you’re so tight, feels amazing. You’re gonna milk my cock, aren’t you?” Kuroiro’s thrusts started off slow, his moans so deep and sweet as he enjoyed the feeling of fucking his toy. You could see it stretch and contract with every piston of his hips, and could only imagine what it’d feel like inside of you. “Fuck,” he groaned, picking up the pace. The only sound for a moment was the squelching wetness of the lube as he swirled his hips and hissed out a sharp breath.

“Feels so good, you want me to cum inside? Want me to - fuck - breed this pretty pussy of yours? I wonder if I could get you pregnant with just one, or if we should go for multiple rounds. What do you think, baby? Would you like that?” Words dripped from his lips as his pace picked up even more. He pressed a palm to the top of the toy to add more pressure and keep it still.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, princess. Cum with me, I want to feel you cum on my cock. That’s it, good girl. Oh shiiiiiit-” he moaned loudly as he shot pumps of milky cum into the fleshlight. You could see just how much he gave, too, your eyes focused on where the head of his dick pressed out of the other end and pushed his load out. It all but gushed, staining the pillowcase.

“Nnnnmmm, so good for me, oh my god,” he pulled out carefully, sensitive, and leaned back on his heels. His expression was glossy and dazed and he had such a cute little grin on his face that you felt yourself smiling right alongside him. He let out an exhausted huff.

“Thank you, baby, I needed that.” And then the video cut.

You hadn’t realized you stopped eating, entranced by the show Kuroiro put on. Out of all the things you’d expected from him, that was certainly not it. Where was all that waxing poetic about weird stuff? He seemed so perfectly normal and insanely sexy in the video.

That only further proved he’d done those things just to drive you away, and your heart sank a little. It wasn’t like you were ever close but knowing that he hated you for no seemingly good reason was rather upsetting. You returned to your food, but your mind was swimming.

With the video still paused on your laptop screen and a mouthful of fried rice, you thought about what you’d just witnessed. Sure enough, pro-hero Vantablack - or should it be vantabussy now? - was making a decent amount from his side hustle of being a camboy. And it was so fucking sexy, no wonder he had sixty thousand fans. If that video was so good, what about the others?

Was it really okay, though? Knowing how much he disliked you? Watching him fuck a fleshlight felt like an invasion of privacy, but if he was going to hate you for no good reason then who cares? You could watch all of his content and he’d have no way to stop you.

That sounded like as good an excuse as any to have you clicking through to the next video. And the next. And the next. All 38 of them.

Before you knew it, you’d spent all of this month’s budget and half of next’s on Kuroiro’s VODs, and it was worth it. In your defense you didn’t really spend money on yourself, so this was like a good little splurge for you. On porn. Of your co-worker. Who hated you.

And true to form, he was totally normal in every video you watched. No spouting about the night and voids and fate and whatever else. You just had to catch him the next time he started streaming to really confirm it for yourself. It’d be easy to fake it for a short ten minute clip, but on live it’s so much different.

Scrolling down you checked his stream times and luckily for you it looked like he’d be on around 8:00pm tomorrow evening. That’s lucky, neither of you had patrol tomorrow, so maybe he was right earlier when he was talking about fate or whatever. You made a mental note to catch his show, and transferred some cash over from savings just in case. It’s not like you were going to tip him, but it’s just to cover what you’d spent already.

Including the extra hundred you’d transferred. That’s just… just in case.

You stepped away from your couch and laptop after what was definitely hours of binge-watching vantabussy’s VODs to stretch and clean up a bit. It was getting late, and images of his pretty cock busting load after load danced behind every blink of your eyelids.

You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.

The next day came early, as it always does. You made a point to be an early riser even on your off days so that you could keep a solid schedule. There was just one problem. Okay, two problems.

The first one was all the dreams you’d had last night about Kuroiro. Him hovering over you, pinning you down with strong, lithe arms and stuffing you full of cock and cum. His honey-sweet voice pouring filth into your ear as he makes you feel better than you ever have.

And the second one was how horny you were between the dreams and the memories and thoughts of him. Knowing that his show wasn’t until later the anticipation was almost agony. You needed more and you needed more now.

Grabbing your phone you opened social media, and it didn’t take but a moment before you found his twitter profile, under the same screen name. Unfortunately his account was locked, for good reason. You almost hit the request button, but it dawned on you that between the frantic watching of videos and cream-filled dreams, you realized he hated you.

And PR would throw a fit if you followed such an account from your verified one.

That left you one choice: start a new account under an alias to get your vantabussy fix. So you did, using the same name you signed up with last night to request the follow.

Now all that was left to do is get ready for the day and wait. You threw back your blankets and stepped into your slippers, wrapping your robe around you as you walked into the bathroom to wash your face and ready yourself for the day ahead.

Sure, you could go back and rewatch those VODs, the one where he wore this really lovely red leather harness and used a riding crop on himself stood out to you, but the thought of there being fresh, new content lurking just behind a follow request was too juicy. The notification came just as you were pouring your first cup of coffee for the day. He’d accepted your request. Odd, you hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly, considering his schedule, but you figured he must have just gotten off of patrol since it was still early.

You sat down at your modest dining table with coffee in tow and phone in hand to scroll through his hundreds of post like you were reading the morning paper. Only this was much sexier, and more sinful.

Making the new account, you found out, was worth it. Not only did Kuroiro make extra cash by doing his camshows, selling VODs, but also he posted the occasional tasty photoset for a pay what you want price. His way of giving back to his fans, so his twitter said. Pay what you want did mean free, if that’s what you could afford, but he was so pretty in the red shibari… how could you not give him a few bucks just for that?

There were twelve photos in the set altogether. Vantabussy in different poses, tied up in different styles with his dick rock-hard and begging to be sucked. The next set was worth paying the extra for, too, because he’d worn a maid dress from a fan request. It looked so good on him, too, the way his cock tented the skirt and how juicy his thighs looked in white fishnet.

Just like before you’d gotten so lost in consuming his content, that you’d spent far more than you’d intended and ran out of coffee, too.

This was bad, you felt like you were starting to get addicted to him; to the cock you’d have no chance of ever seeing or feeling in real life. The fantasy, though, was what kept you coming back for more. And he was gorgeous. The more you saw of him the more that fact solidified in your mind.

In the photos, too, certain aspects of his body became more apparent. The fine spattering of silver hair running down his belly, for one. Just how toned his abs and arms were, for two. The plump shape of his lips, also. Lips you now couldn’t stop thinking about kissing.

Lips you wanted to feel explore your body. His tongue, too, was pink and flushed just like his dick, and you wanted to feel if it was just as soft and warm as you imagined. You shivered, not from cold, but from how electric that thought made you feel.

You considered rubbing one out, just to get rid of this tension that’d been building all through the evening and overnight, but he was supposed to be putting on a show later, and thinking about edging yourself through the entire thing was so, so tempting. Making yourself wait to cum until he does, or overstimulating yourself to cum as many times as he did were both options.

But you didn’t know which one it’d be, and the thought of waiting was agonizing. So many possibilities flitted through your brain as you set about cooking breakfast, eating breakfast, and then cleaning it up. You looked through the photos you’d bought again, and then indulged yourself by watching the video from before as if it’d soothe the ache between your legs.

Realizing you were just working yourself up over and over, you tried to distract yourself by cleaning, doing laundry, cleaning some more, reorganizing your closet. And by the end of all that it was barely 3:00 pm. Five hours to go, and you were on fire. While all of that kept your body moving to work out the tension, you couldn’t get him out of your head.

Overnight Kuroiro had gone from eccentric co-worker and fellow hero to your wildest fantasy dream boy and you just couldn’t get enough. Surely there had to be more, right? Something you hadn’t seen yet?

Craving him, you browsed his public socials, scoured through pinterest boards and twitter accounts dedicated to him and his abs. Though, in your professional opinion, it was his arms that were the star of the show. Long, leanly muscled with broad shoulders. You imagined what they’d feel like wrapping around you, holding you close in an embrace as he gently thrust into you.

The frantic desire from before slowly started giving way to something else, something more intimate, the longer you looked through Kuroiro’s online presence. The press had captured several photos of him interacting with children and the elderly, including one kid dressed up as him for Halloween. Headlines talked about how intel he’d gathered via the use of his quirk changed the outcome of situations for the better.

You got stuck on one article, there was a photo of him smiling candidly while talking to some other heroes at your agency. It was from the day you’d all first started there together, and the article talked about you and your peers as breakout heroes with a highlight on Vantablack.

But that photo, somehow, seemed to paint him in a different light. He really tended to play up that grim dark persona for the media and had a real flair for the dramatics, but this was just so genuine.

Why did he have to hate you so much?

Eight rolled around more quickly after that.

You probably shouldn’t have gone out of your way to charge up your favorite two vibrators, and make sure your tried and true dildo was squeaky clean for this, but you did just to pass the time. You also shouldn’t have run out to the local sex store to get some of the same brand of lube he used, but you did it anyway (and almost bought a new toy while you were there, but you’d just spent hundreds on vantabussy content so perhaps another week).

You got comfortable on your bed, toys laid out neatly, and opened your laptop. The chat was already going wild when you logged in even though the stream hadn’t started yet. Theories on what today’s show would bring were being thrown back and forth, tips coming in already in anticipation, a side discussion on a previous show was also being had. It was overwhelming and chaotic but it looked fun. You had just started to write out a greeting when the camera flicked on.

And there he was in all his glory, wearing a white muscle top and boxers as he leaned back on those gorgeous arms and grinned at the camera. His silver hair fell forward into his face, concealing one eye while the other stared right at you. Well, at the audience, but it felt like he was looking at you specifically. You could see the bulge and dickprint in his boxer briefs, obviously already worked up and horny for the show, and your eyes trailed up along the expanse of his torso.

“Thank you guys for hanging out with me tonight, and for all your tips already. I got a special show in store today thanks to my new, biggest fan.”

The chat went wild with speculation as he trailed those long fingers down the length of his body to rub himself through the grey fabric covering his cock.

“Thank you for all of your support vantafan666,” he hummed, “Whoever you are, you paid this month’s rent for me so I bought you a little something to show my appreciation. Is this your first time here?” He smirked, pulled the camera closer so that the focus was more on his toned belly and growing erection.

He was talking to you, about you, and your face went hot. You supposed you had spent a decent amount on him, buying out his vods and photosets in your hungry fever of wanting more. The chat was mixed, some were disappointed that they had someone new to contend with, and some were congratulating him for it. Telling him how much he deserved it. You wrote your reply hastily, hoping he’d see your name among the hundreds already pouring in.

‘Yes it is, and might I say you look stunning tonight.’

You watched eagerly as his eyes scanned the chat, his thumb idly playing with the waistband of his boxers as he did. You could see the moment he noticed your comment because something shifted in his eyes and his smirk morphed into a grin.

“Mmm damn baby, you really like me, huh? Well, thanks to you, everyone gets to see the cumshot tonight, so everyone say thank you to vantafan666.” The chat filled up with so many thank yous and tips in your stead. Comments like, ‘it’s going to be so worth it, he’s so pretty when he cums’ and ‘thank you @vantafan666 for the food’. Tips broke up the comments, too. Some people tipping a single coin, others a hundred or more. You wondered what the protocol was about this tipping, what was appropriate, and why people were sending the amounts they did. How much did those coins cost, anyway?

You typed a reply in the chat before clicking away to see their pricing packages.

'Can’t wait to see what you have in store tonight <3’

As you looked through, Kuroiro continued to talk, engaging with his fans and replying to some other comments.

“You guys have been begging me to try the Lovense, and I wasn’t going to indulge just yet, but tonight’s a special occasion. This is for you, vantafan.”

The prices were…pricey. But you felt obliged to at least spend some since he’d apparently gone through all the effort of getting this…Lovense? Was it? Just because of you. The payment went through and you clicked back to the stream where Kuroiro was opening the new box and explaining the system. You could tip a certain amount to make this toy vibrate in certain ways for certain amounts of time.

The list popped up in the chat, and you browsed the options.

“So, vantafan666, you got a name, cutie? I wanna know what I should be moaning when I cum for you.” he said, producing the pink toy and showing it off for the camera.

‘Call me y/n’ you said before you could really determine if it was a good idea or not. What if he got your name and instantly knew who you were? Would he block you? His eyes flicked to the audience and he grinned again.

“That’s funny, that’s my co-worker’s name,” he said with a humorous lilt. He made a point to slowly tease the waistband of his boxers again, before turning around and sliding them just off his ass. His ass, which, you realized for the first time, was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. He bent over, presenting his hole which you noticed had the same flush of red that his cock had. You could hear him open the bottle of lube, and slick up the toy before rubbing it slowly against his ass. You were entranced, ignoring chat completely.

“I hope you’re watching y/n, this is for you, baby.”

And you knew he was talking about the y/n that was vantafan666, not the y/n that was his coworker, but you couldn’t help the aching between your legs growing at him calling your name in that buttery voice of his. Especially knowing what he was about to do.

You typed up a response, ‘You look so pretty like this, I can’t wait to see more’.

The chat lit up with the toy’s controls, as well as the tip goal for the day. When he reached a certain amount, he’d get to cum, but only then? And there were interesting options for the controls, too. Formulating a plan, you renavigated to the shop page and bought what was probably way too many coins. You didn’t care, though, the thought alone of getting to control the toy that was going to make him cum and work him up for however long this took was just too tempting.

When you returned to the stream, he’d changed positions, sitting propped up against a large fluffy-looking pillow. He must’ve put the toy in and replaced his boxers, but it’s not like you minded. He looked divine like this, with one arm behind his head showing off his toned bicep, and the other idly rubbing up and down his belly.

“Alright, my darlings, it’s on, someone want to send a tip or two in to make sure it’s working properly?” He grinned again, then sucked the corner of his bottom lip in between pearly white teeth. It was such a lewd face, and you were intrigued.

You hit the tip button, and donated enough to make the toy vibrate for 15 seconds on a medium pulse. It sounded like a good enough place to start. The cartoony sound of coins clattering together came from your laptop speakers as the notifications began popping up in chat.

You weren’t the only one with the idea to start him off strong, and you worried for a moment about the length of the show with just how long and how intense the vibrations were going to be.

“Ah, thank y-” he started, and then the most pornographic moan you’d ever heard ripped from his throat as the toy started up. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… holy shit.”

Kuroiro threw his head back, his muscles tensing and his hips rising off of the floor from the sensation. His legs were shaking and his breaths came out in uneven pants. “Oh god, th-this is… oh fuck right against my prostate. Ohhhhh~” he groaned, barely coherent. From the angle that he was at you could see his dick harden significantly, and he roamed his hands up and down his thighs as if he could barely hold back from touching himself.

More donations and tips flooded in, keeping the toy going for longer and longer.

“Mmm, oh god you guys wanna make me cum don’t you? Such eager little whores. It’s so cute but we c-can’t have that just yet, yeah?”

This went on for a while. Just about every time the toy calmed down and Kuroiro let his body relax, more tips would cause it to continue pulsing deep in his ass, and the longer it dragged on the more intense and sloppy his moans and movements got. He hadn’t even touched his cock once and you could see the dark spot forming on the strained fabric of his boxers.

‘How much to take them off, pretty boy?’ you commented, and just like before he grinned from seeing your name. I just happened with yours, and you weren’t sure why, but it sent a rush of heat down your body when he did.

“Mm for you, y/n baby, you just gotta keep calling me pretty.”

Fuck.

A few arguments broke out in the chat at that, some calling unfair treatment, some commenting on how he seemed excited to get a message from you, and others that were far more threatening. ‘Just wait until vantabussywhore gets online, bet they’ll have a tipping war.’

“Oh no,” he groaned, slowly working his shirt over his abs, “Now that’d be something to see, wouldn’t it? My two biggest fans going at it?”

‘Vantafan wouldn’t stand a chance,’ someone said, ‘they’re new, and probably have good money but vantawhore gets all the private shows and special shoutouts.’

For some reason knowing that there was someone else willing to shell out just as much or even more as you had you flooding with jealousy. It’s not your fault you were only just learning about his shows and content, why should they get special privileges and priority just because they’d been here longer?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice he’d completely stripped, and was now sitting on his knees for the camera, which focused on his muscled abs, strong thighs, and very erect cock. Just like in his VODs, he was so gorgeous.

‘Such a pretty prince for me’ you commented, and attached a generous tip to the message.

The toy went off again, and he moaned at your words and the stimulation, “Oh, thank you y/n. Fuck I can’t wait to cum for you baby.”

The show went on this way for quite a while without much really changing. He’d stroke himself, his body would react when the toy switched on, and plenty of chat interactions, but ultimately you thought you enjoyed his VODs more.

That opinion changed, however, when he hit the predetermined goal and chat lit up with hundreds of donations. All of them aimed with one goal in mind: make vantabussy blow his load for the world to see.

You could see his body break out in goosebumps as the toy started up again, Kuroiro frantically fucking up into his fist. “Oh shit, you really want -ohhh hhhhhahhhh- to see me cum, huh? Why the h-hurry? Ngh- fuck okay, okay I’ll give you what you want, y/n,” he moaned, and you’d forgotten that he was going to be getting off to you, for you.

You grabbed your vibrator, finally, and attacked your clit with it, letting yourself melt at the sensations. More and more donations flooded in, keeping the vibrator on and it wasn’t long before a loud cry of your name had you hyperfocusing. Pump after pump of creamy white cum coated his belly, and his whole body tensed and flexed with effort and pleasure. “Oh fuck, y/n, I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you, princess, oh my god. Feels so good, you feel so good! Gonna fill you up, baby, ohhhhhh y/n….”

That last broken moan of your name was enough to send you over the edge, hurtling towards your own orgasm. Once you came to enough to refocus on his stream, the tips continued flooding in, alongside comments of how sexy he is and how lucky you are. You loaded up the rest of your coins into one big donation and hazily typed out your message.

‘So pretty. Thanks for cumming with me.’

He smiled lazily at you, “damn you’re gonna take top spot with all these tips, baby. You really like me that much?”

Top spot? Like? Most donations? Now that was a title you wouldn’t mind. You looked around for the information, bought some more coins, and sent it through without any attached message. You’d bested the previous top donator, vantawhore, and upped the ante by double. Reckless spending? Perhaps. Did that mean picking up more patrols to make up for taking so much from your savings? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

“Holy shit, y/n. Thank you so much. Next time you’re here I’ll give you a special treat just for that, okay?” he chuckled, his grin just growing wider.

“Thank you all for cumming with me, I’ll see you later.” And then the stream cut.

That happened. You were so wrapped up in everything, in this new world of Kuroiro “vantabussy” Shihai, that time not only got away from you, but also so did your common sense. You cringed looking at your transaction history, realizing just how much you’d spent on him over the last 24 hours. Guess you really were his new biggest fan, huh?

And tomorrow you’d have to face him, even just in passing, because you were scheduled for patrols back to back. Not like it’d be an issue, really, you supposed. Considering how he actually hated you. It’s good he didn’t realize it was you behind vantafan666, because that would have definitely put a strain on your professional relationship.

You felt… strange. Like you were in a sort of limbo caught between your feelings that were just starting to develop for him and the fact that he really wanted nothing to do with you. If the fact that he’d just been acting out of sorts to put you off and drive you away was as true as you figured, then you had no idea what you’d done to cause such a reaction.

You’d been nothing but nice to him, so you thought. Always attempting small talk and asking about his day up until he started acting so weird. What had changed to make him hate you? As far you could remember…nothing. It was troubling but maybe you could at least show your support to him in this way? If he wanted nothing to do with you then you could do that, keep your distance in person and avoid him like he wanted. And at night, you could tip during his shows, buy his photopacks and VODs. It wasn’t conventional by any means, but it was the only thing you can think of.

And maybe it was better this way. You’d save him the horror of interacting in person, and become his number one fan online. And maybe when the time was right you could reveal yourself and change his opinion of you. Or ruin your relationship with him altogether.

As you readied yourself for your shift, you desperately wanted to reach out to him, ask him about why he’d hated you and what you’d done, but that would defeat the point. Avoiding him would be difficult, but you were sure you could pull it off.

The commute to work was wrought with nerves, knowing that he’d be changing shifts with you at the end of the day. But at least you had all day to figure out a more in-depth game plan.

Your shift was long and uneventful, scheduled just for your patrol before the weekend. No villains to stop or thieves to deter. Just a little old lady to help cross the street and a cat to rescue from a tree. The people were nice, though, and it was the perfect opportunity to overthink yourself into knots about Kuroiro.

Every plan or idea or thought you had throughout the day vacated your mind as you passed him on your way back to your agency. It would be more accurate to say you nearly barrelled straight into him. Again.

“Woah, watch it,” he said abruptly, making sure to avoid you by side-stepping. When he noticed the look on your face, though, he paused. “Hey, you good?”

You were looking up at him with wide, owlish eyes, as if he was the most insanely incredible thing you’d seen in ages. Your mouth went dry and your palms got sweaty as images flitted through your mind. His photosets, VODs, and the show you’d watched just the night before, the way he’d reached the height of pleasure with your name on his lips. Your name that didn’t belong to you.

“O-oh, yeah. Sorry.” You said hurriedly, scurrying away as quickly as you could and leaving a very curious and confused Vantablack in your wake. All of that stressing and worrying for nothing because you’d run into him anyway and proceeded to make an awkward situation even worse.

Fuck was he always that hot? After seeing the man beneath the mask, so to speak, it was easier to notice those little things about him. Like just how muscular he was, or how tall, or how… big. Your face got hotter and hotter as you went about your evening routine, thoughts lingering on the man that hated you.

This began a new normal. On his off days you’d watch his streams, tip absorbent amounts just to get the top spot and hear him call out your name when he finished. Sometimes he’d let the top few donors in on a private show, you included, where he’d ask you about personal things. Things that weren’t relevant to anything going on, like your hobbies and your job and if you liked anyone. To which, your answer was, of course, “I like you.”

And it kept going, streams where you would pour filth into his chat, and he’d spill it from his lips. Nights where you promised to cum together, despite the barrier of a screen and anonymity. Even the regulars in the chat started to enjoy the banter and chemistry between you, going so far as to tip just for Kuroiro to do whatever you asked, or write your name on his cock, or whatever they could think of.

You’d spend his streams riling each other up, teasing and dirty talking and blowing your entire spending budget. It was worth it, because during those times you felt like Kuroiro actually liked you, even though he had no idea who you were.

And, oh, how your affections grew fonder by the day. Despite his usual avoidance of you at work, you really fell hard for the man. How could you not? Having spent so much, chatted so much, cum so much with him. Feeling like you were the only two people in the stream, as if it were a private call where he was getting you off, and you were getting him off. And somewhere along the way you fell for him. Hard.

Even beyond a sexual attraction, you found yourself doing little things around the agency to make his day go easier. Making sure there was a fresh pot of coffee on in the employee lounge, anonymously leaving a box of fresh donuts for the night shift and including his favorite, and even occasionally leaving little handwritten notes of encouragement on his lunchbox. Part of that, also, was avoiding him like the plague.

If he didn’t like you, then you wouldn’t force him to be in your presence. That’s the least you could do, right? One less stressor on him, despite how much you really, really wanted to see him in person. To look at his handsome face and hear his pretty voice, to see him with fresh eyes, no longer as the awkward weird guy he pretended to be in front of you, but as someone strong, sweet, and fun. And sexy.

You considered for a moment making a fanpage for him, but would that be too much? Instead, you elected to fill your phone with the few pictures of him you found online, from articles and newscasts, candids and press, you just couldn’t help yourself. He’d never be yours, not really, so sighing longingly while scrolling through the folder you’d made just for him on your phone had to be good enough.

Watching his streams and buying his content had to be good enough.

Why couldn’t you be good enough?

As the year drew to a close, Vantabussy announced a special, end of year prize for his loyal and most faithful viewers. It’s not uncommon, a lot of people do it to show their appreciation to their audience.

You joined the stream, as usual, sitting comfortably on your bed with your laptop to watch and listen and participate as you normally did. Your heart skipped a beat when the camera flicked on, and Kuroiro made his appearance. He looked exceptionally good, with his hair pulled back and wearing what looked to be a complicated harness made of red velvet. He also wore a red blanket wrapped around his waist to hide himself until the time was right.

“Thanks for tuning in today,” he said with a light chuckle, “I’m announcing the end of year prizes and their winners before we start, so please have some patience while we get through it, and then the fun stuff will happen.”

He winked, darted his tongue out to wet his lips and then smirked playfully. Fuck, he really was so effortlessly attractive, wasn’t he? No wonder he made good money doing this.

“First, I want to say a big thank you to all of you for supporting me. Whether you tip, or just enjoy the show, knowing I can make others feel good makes me happy! I’d give each of you a kiss on the cheek if I could!”

“Anyway, I’d like to thank my top ten supporters this year, who interacted, donated, and supported me the most. I’m going to do a private show just for you, with some special caveats, I hope you look forward to it.” From there he listed off the usernames of the winners, and it was no surprise that you were among them. Had you really spent so much on him over the last few months?

“I’ve also recorded a special VOD that’s going to be free for everyone, a little thanks from me. And finally for the big prize, for my top supporter this year, you get a choice. Either a private session with me, where we record a VOD together, or a one on one session. That choice is yours, vantafan, I will private message you after the show. Thank you for being my #1 this year!”

He smiled widely, genuinely, and it was meant just for you. The chat went wild, congratulating the winners, lamenting on how they wished they could afford more, asking when he’d take that blanket off.

But you were caught up on one thing: the potential to get to be with him, face to face, for real, in person. However, if you chose that, he’d for sure know it was you, right? And that would just be awkward, considering how he actually hated you.

Or did he? You’d been nothing but yourself over the months in the chat, and you’d barely spoken to him in person. Maybe he just hated the idea of you? Or had a problem with you as a hero in an attempt to drum up publicity from the drama, and you just hadn’t taken the bait yet?

Maybe there was a chance, and you could explain to him…

Just as you were running through your thoughts and getting distracted, Kuroiro flicked the lights off, plunging the screen, and your room, into inky blackness.

“Today’s special treat is something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

Just as suddenly everything was illuminated in a dark purple: black lights. And Kuroiro was on his knees in front of the camera, barely visible in the darkness, with bright, neon patches of white painted on his skin, glowing beneath the special lighting.

The head of his cock, subsequent rings going down his shaft, and a variety of different designs painted along his body, focusing on the most sensitive parts of him. Rings around his nipples, and when he leaned back you could see arrows pointing to his asshole. There were bands around his arms to accentuate his muscles, and lines tracing down his abs, his hips, all but pointing directly to his dick.

And then he produced a brightly lit, neon pink dildo. At first Kuroiro didn’t strike you as a switch, but after watching him for so long, learning his kinks, bantering with him, that became very obvious. Though, even while bouncing on a long, thick silicone cock, he’d still lightly degrade the audience, cooing about how dirty they are for liking to watch him.

Fuck, you wanted him so bad.

You watched intently as he sunk down on the dildo, the bright pink disappearing into his hole, making for an interesting and fascinating show as you could map just how deep it was going. He moaned when fully seated, swirling his hips to rock against his prostate, drawing another sweet sound from his lips.

“Mmmm, fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve used one of these, hasn’t it?” he cooed, “Feels so good, shit.” Slowly, he rose until the head nearly popped out, and then slammed back down, setting a slow but hard pace. It was mesmerizing, the way he swallowed up the cock, the way the lines on his body moved and flexed with his muscles, and how his pretty, perfect dick bounced with each motion.

You snaked your hand down between your legs, typing with one hand. You look so good, baby.

“Hhhahhh, thank you, sweetheart, but you look better.” It was a sweet sentiment, and it made you burn. Of course, he couldn’t see you, but the thought of him thinking you looked good in any capacity made your heart race.

The tips started pouring in, as they always did, and Kuroiro thanked each and every one. Some requested for him to do certain things, like play with his nipples, smack his ass, or choke himself, all of which he did without hesitation, and all of which drew you closer to your orgasm. You ruthlessly played with your clit, wishing - pretending - it was him. How would his hands feel on your body? Would he touch you gently? Would he kiss you softly? Or would it be more aggressive, more filled with fire and desire?

Would he hold you down and fuck you hard, or would it be slow and sensual? There were so many questions, so many scenarios to fantasize about.

As he continued to ride the dildo and stroke himself at the same time, he spoke directly to you. “Mm you know, vantafan, I’ll be happy with whichever prize you chose, but… I really… *fuck*, I really hope you choose to do the VOD with me. I want to taste your sweet pussy in person. I want - oh god, mmmm - I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

That hit you like a freight train, the realization that you could have him all you wanted. That he wanted you just as badly. That you had the opportunity right in front of you to fulfill your fantasies and more.

The only caveat was that you were sure he’d call the whole thing off once he learned your real identity. How could you go about making this work and maintaining your anonymity? You could wear a mask, perhaps. One of those halloween masquerade ones that’d look real pretty on camera. But what if it fell off during whatever activities you got up to?

The blacklights. Of course! If you combined those two things, surely he wouldn’t find out the truth! Wearing a mask and dimming the lights so much that even if it somehow got removed, he couldn’t figure it out before you managed to recover. It was perfect.

“Gods, it’s going to be a quick one tonight,” Kuroiro’s deep, keening voice cut through your thoughts. “I just.. Fuck I just can’t take how good it feels like this, and thinking about you, vantafan. It’s just too much. You want me to cum, baby? Want me to paint my stomach white for you?”

Yes, you typed and then tipped what was probably way, way too much for such a short show, cum for me with my name on your lips.

And that was all the permission he needed, spurts of glowing white cum coated his abs as he moaned a broken cry of your name. Your real name, not your username. It was rare he used it, usually just when he was dirty talking with you or cumming, but it was enough to send you over the edge yourself.

Kuroiro wrapped up the stream as usual, and you were left in darkness when he cut the feed. Would he really be messaging you to set this whole thing up?

It wasn’t a few minutes later when the notification dinged on your laptop that someone had sent you a PM. Your heart shot to your throat as you opened it, seeing that it was indeed from Vantabussy.

Y/N,

I hope you enjoyed the show tonight, sorry it was short! Let me know which prize you decide on. If you want to do the VOD it doesn’t matter where you’re located, I’ll buy a plane ticket and pay for a hotel room, okay?

God, he really was a gentleman. You really had fallen for him, not just for his sex appeal but for his personality. His real personality.

I did! The blacklights were very sexy, and I was wondering when I come in for the VOD if we could use them? I’d like to keep my identity a secret if that’s okay.

You waited, probably for too long, for him to respond. But, oh, how you weren’t prepared for the message you received.

You’re so fucking hot, oh my god. Here’s my number, we can discuss things further through texts if that’s okay with you?

xxx-xxx-xxxx

It was more than okay. And he thought you were hot? He hadn’t even seen you, yet! What was he on about? You eagerly plugged his number into your phone and were about to message him when you realized that he might already have your number saved under your hero name. You worked at the same agency, and crossed paths a few times, after all.

Or maybe he didn’t, because he hated you. You had to remind yourself of this, and every time you did it hurt a little more. Right, he could never know the truth because of that. What would he think if he found out? You swallowed hard, and took a chance.

Texting with him, it turned out, was even more fun than bantering with him through his stream. He was easy to talk to, funny, and sweet, and such a far cry from the Kuroiro you knew from work. The Kuroiro who’d spout such strange things about the darkness, and the void or whatever. Who’d sometimes say out-of-pocket stuff for no reason other than to make you feel uncomfortable. It was obvious that it was an act, because he was so different like this. This had to be the real him.

Of course, you lived in the same city, so there was no need for him to purchase plane tickets or pay for hotel rooms, and setting up a day and time was easy enough. Too easy, almost, and too soon. This weekend, specifically.

And, oh, how time flies when you’re anxiously awaiting meeting the man you loved for an anonymous hook-up that he’d record and broadcast to thousands. Reality started setting in the closer you got, knowing you’d be kissing him, touching him, fucking him. Knowing he’d be running his hands on your body and making you feel good.

But he was such a gentleman, texting you all week to quiet your nerves, telling you that he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with. And even going so far as to send you a few voice memos just to tell you how excited he was, and how much he really, genuinely appreciated you and your support. That it was all he could do to try and make you feel good and cum for real and not just from behind a screen.

Surprisingly, picking out a mask wasn’t difficult. You just went to the nearest party supply store and found a half-face rabbit mask, with lace details and long, plastic ears. It’d do well to mask all but your eyes and your mouth.

The harder part was picking out matching lingerie to wear, because you couldn’t exactly go on camera and knowingly go into your first time with him without at least looking a little nice. After a trip across the city, hitting up every lingerie and adult store you could find, eventually you found the perfect set.

A black lace and leather bralette, with straps that accentuated your tits, and a small, strappy thong. You chose a matching garter belt and thigh-high stockings to complete the ensemble. Not bad, you thought upon trying on the whole get-up in front of your mirror. It fit well, hugged all the right places and you genuinely thought you wouldn’t be able to tell who you were. With your hair down, especially, as you usually wore it up for patrols. Surely there’d be no way he could connect you to the hero you were, and with the added protection of the darkness and black lights you were feeling secure and ready.

Well, despite your nerves. It’s not exactly a common arrangement, but you couldn’t pass it up. To know, finally, what kind of lover Kuroiro would be. To feel him touch you, to think for even just a little while, that maybe he could love you, too.

Even though he wouldn’t.

You steadied your nerves as best as you could as you made your way up to Kuroiro’s apartment. You felt jittery, giddy as your stomach filled with butterflies and your heart fluttered wildly. This was it. Finally. You were going to meet him, not as Vantablack, not as vantabussy, but as Kuroiro. As Shihai.

You swallowed hard, standing just outside of his door. A deep inhale, a slow exhale, as you placed the mask over your face and rang the doorbell. He was quick to answer, slinging the door open and leaning on the doorframe with one arm propped above his head.

Immediately you were taken with just how good he looked like this. Wearing a grey sleeveless turtleneck and black jeans with his hair tied half-up and a few strands falling in his face. He looked you up and down, towering over you, and grinned.

“Damn, you are just as fine as I thought you were. Holy shit.” he said with a chuckle, and then stepped aside to let you into his apartment. It was well decorated, not too large and not too small. Clean, and comfortable. He led you deeper inside, and you watched him walk. The muscles of his back showing through, his arms built so well shown off in all their glory, and those jeans made his ass look delicious.

You were in over your head.

He led you into the kitchen, instructed you to sit down at the bar and brought out a glass of water for you.

“So,” he said, leaning against the bar across from you and looking you over again. Like he couldn’t get enough of you. “I’ll just cut right to it, okay? We can go at your pace, establish a safe word. Tell me what you like, what you want, and I’ll do my best to make sure you have a good time. This is my first time doing anything with someone else, but I’m going to try to make it easy for you, alright?”

You nodded, smiled, “Okay, that sounds good. I hope I’m okay… I mean… I hope your audience likes me.”

“Babe, I like you, that’s all that matters.”

Oh, that made your heart do funny things, combined with the look he gave you, you weren’t sure you’d survive this. You sat and talked with him about what was going to happen, and he made it so easy. He didn’t judge you for your kinks or your desires, and made it very apparent that you were in control here. If you said stop, he’d stop.

But the longer you talked, the more you got the feeling that there was something you weren’t getting. Like there was something he was hiding. It was in the way he’d glance at you with this unreadable expression when he thought you weren’t looking, or the smile he’d sometimes give you that made you think he knew more than you realized.

There’s no way he’d know your secret. You were careful.

Once you were ready, your nerves calmed as much as possible, he led you back to his recording room, his hand falling to your waist to guide you through his home. It was so warm through the fabric of your shirt, and you had to fight not to let the shivers run up and down your spine.

The recording room was just as you’d expected it to be, having seen it so many times already over the countless streams and recordings you’d watched. Decorated in mostly greys, whites, and blacks, with the occasional red accents. It suited him, and you smiled softly as you watched him walk ahead of you to maneuver the camera and recording gear.

In the center of the room was a queen size bed, plush blankets and pillows just for the sake of looking nice as Kuroiro got off. A plush, red rug where he usually recorded, was laid out just at the foot of the bed. All around were things he’d use in his streams, or videos. A collection of toys were displayed on a low dresser, an array of dildos, cock rings, vibrators, wands, bullets, restraints, whips, floggers, ropes. Just about anything you could possibly want to use or experiment with.

“Wow,” you said, grasping the full scope of the room at last, “You’re really prepared, huh?”

He laughed, a deep, pleasant sound, and glanced at you over his shoulder, “Yeah, well, you kind of accumulate these things over time.”

Walking deeper into the room as Kuroiro continued to fuss with the equipment, you sunk slowly into the bed. It was far softer and more comfortable than you thought at first, and already your mind was going to naughty places.

“Alright,” he said, walking over to sit next to you, “I think maybe we should break the ice a little before I turn the camera on. We already have chemistry, but I want the audience to really feel that, and I don’t think they will if we’re all awkward at first.” He chuckled again, and you felt your face heat up.

“Okay… but first can you turn the lights off? I’d be more comfortable.”

“Of course,” he said, hopping up to flick off the switch, and use a remote control to turn on the blacklights. There were several around the room, lining the walls. It illuminated everything in a dark purple light, just enough to make out shapes, and activate anything that was white or otherwise bright in a fluorescent glow.

Kuroiro sat back on the bed beside you, and leaned back on both of his arms, tilting his head towards you and grinning. His teeth were so white that they shone in the light and for some reason it made your heart pound even harder. What would he taste like?

“What… did you have in mind?” You ventured, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

“Hmm,” he said, “I’m going to kiss you.”

You didn’t have time to think about that before his lips were on yours. Finally. Finally after all this time, you got to feel him, taste him. One hand came up to the side of your neck, his thumb tracing your jaw as the other fingers raked through your hair. His lips were soft, and practiced as he kneaded them against yours.

He didn’t miss the way you sighed and melted into him, and you were being pushed back until you were laying flat and Kuroiro was on top of you. One hand still at your throat and the other on your waist, his hips slotted between your thighs. He opened his mouth, and you could hear him hum as he licked over your lips, could hear him chuckle as you allowed him access to you.

He tasted of mint and cloves, an odd combination but not unpleasant in the slightest. He laved over your tongue, explored the expanse behind your teeth as his grip on your hip tightened. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh, dangerously close to your core. You couldn’t blame him, as you tangled your fingers in his hair, undoing the hair tie that held it back and letting it fall around his face, because you were just as soaked.

He drew back, just enough to snag your lower lip between his teeth and pull gently before kissing you again. You trailed your hands down to his shoulders, and hooked your arms around his ribcage to pull him closer to you. To press his chest to yours and your bodies flush. This earned a low, desperate groan from deep in his throat, a sound that made you clench around nothing.

Kuroiro started to pull back, but you stopped him by closing your lips around his tongue and sucking, bobbing your head slightly for a moment before letting him free. He propped himself up on his elbows beside your head, looking down at you as best he could through the dim lighting.

“Fuck,” he sighed, then chuckled again, “you’re perfect.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, and you were glad for the mask, and the dark. He shifted slightly, just so that he could run a thumb along your cheek just beneath where the plastic and lace of the mask ended.

“Is it wrong of me to want you to remove this thing?”

You paused, wide-eyed. Of course it wasn’t wrong, you wanted to remove it, too. But that… that would ruin everything. Would you be satisfied with just this? Just the small make out that happened? You hated lying to him, hated feeling like he genuinely cared about you but knowing it was a ruse.

“I can’t,” you said, “I… I don’t want to risk my job.”

Of all things, he smiled, “I understand. My co-workers found out about me and they’ve been weird ever since. Most of them just avoid me, some of them act really strangely, and y/n… well,” he laughed again, but this time it was hollow, bitter, “nevermind about her, this is about you and me.”

He kissed you again, hotter, deeper, as if trying to distract from what he was thinking, what he was about to say. But that burned inside of you, what was it about you that bothered him so much? This was a good chance to ask him, without him knowing the truth, and figure out what you’d done.

You kissed him back, first, though. Because you’d be a fool not to. He was an amazing kisser, and as he tasted you again he rolled his hips against yours. His hard length pressing against your core and dragging out a soft moan.

You broke the kiss, head fuzzy from just how good it made you feel.

“Y/n… the one you work with?”

“Yeah.” he said, dropping his gaze to the side.

“What about her?”

“I don’t know, she just… She’s completely avoiding me,” he looked at you again, that same unreadable expression from before twisting his handsome features. “I guess it’s my fault though.”

“What do you mean?”

At this, he rolled off of you, laying on his back beside you, “You didn’t come here to be my therapist, y/n,” he said with another chuckle, a grin to mask the truth. Ironic.

“I want to listen,” you said, turning towards him and propping yourself up on one elbow to look at him properly. “If it’s weighing on you, it’s important to me.”

He sighed heavily, a rush of air that all but collapsed his chest. He must have been holding it in for a long time, finally able to let it out. Just why he hated you.

He lulled his head to the side, to look up at you, “Are you sure? I don’t want it to ruin this thing between us…”

“I’m sure.”

He considered for a moment, gathering his thoughts, and then sat up fully. Kuroiro crossed his legs, and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees as he spilled his confession.

“She… well okay, I guess I should say I’m not the smoothest guy. I do a good job on cam, I know how to, like, be the kind of guy who sweet talks, you know? But around her I just can’t seem to channel that same energy. I always clam up and say weird shit, or get so nervous I just can’t speak at all.”

“The truth is I’ve liked her for a long time. We went to high school together, and it’s been since then,” His shoulders scrunched up as he curled in on himself more, and you could practically feel the shame and embarrassment pouring from him. “But I just can’t seem to have a real conversation with her. And lately she’s been outright avoiding me completely. It sucks. I’m sure she hates me.”

Oh. Oh.

So that’s how it is? He doesn’t hate you, he’s just… nervous? Because he likes you? Because he likes you?

You shifted on the bed, crawling on your knees to wrap your arms around him from behind and pull him close to you. You could fix this. He melted into you again, let you pull him against you as you cradled him gently and ran your fingers through his hair.

The cat’s out of the bag.

“The worst part is,” he said, looking up at you, “is I know the truth. And it’s so much easier behind a screen.”

You froze, ice ran through your veins. He knows? How long had he known? Why didn’t he say anything? A million thoughts ran through your mind as you processed his words, and even through the dim light, he could see your eyes go wide.

You both just looked at each other, gazes locked. A stalemate.

“I know,” he said after a long, long moment, “But we can keep up this ruse, if it makes you feel better.”

You swallowed hard, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. For any sign of the hatred you’d been so sure he harbored for you. But there was nothing like that. His expression was soft, pleading, almost.

“How long?” you whispered.

“From the start.”

Your pulse drummed in your ears, anxiety gnawed at your gut as that sank in. He’d known from the very beginning who you are, and he still went along with everything.

“How?”

He smirked then, “You know the site shows me the real name of everyone who donates for legal purposes?”

“Shit.”

At that he laughed, openly, brightly. Such a sweet sound that seemed to halt all of that fear and anxiety that was welling up inside of you, and replaced it with light-hearted fluttering.

“It was just so much easier to talk to you through a screen. It felt natural, it felt real.”

He moved then, removing himself from your lap and folded one leg beneath him as he leaned closer to you. He never looked away from your eyes, even as he brought both hands up to gently remove the mask that failed to keep your identity a secret. You let him, all but unable to speak.

He smiled warmly, placing the mask on the dresser, “There you are, y/n.”

“Here I am.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Please…” you whispered, and his lips were on yours in an instant. Both hands cupping your face, pressing in on you just like before. But this time was different now that everything was out in the open. It was slow, and sweet, but still charged with as much heat as both of you could muster.

He hadn’t asked if you felt the same, though he didn’t need to. That much was obvious, at least.

Your back hit the bed once more, your head resting gently on plush pillows as Kuroiro kissed you. He ran his hands down your sides, over your hips, to squeeze your thighs. He was hard, harder than before, you could feel it pressing into your core and flooding your body with heat.

Kuroiro rolled his hips into yours, dragging his hands along to your waistband, toying with the fabric as if he were going to remove it.

You broke the kiss, though he rested his forehead against yours, “What about the..the VOD?” You asked, getting the hint that he was ready to go.

“Fuck the VOD,” he said, voice laced with conviction and then his lips were on yours again. You moved together to help the other remove their clothes, and once he really saw what you were wearing beneath, he had to pause.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered,”holy shit. You wore this for me?” His eyes raked over your body, over the straps and the lace, the lingerie you’d picked out just for this. You felt heated under his gaze, blush rising to your cheeks, burning your ears as you nodded.

“I don’t know if I want to leave it on, or rip it off. You’re so pretty, but I bet you’re even prettier when there’s nothing covering you.”

It was slow, the way he ran his fingers under the straps, carefully sliding them over your skin. The ghost of his fingertips sent shivers racing down your spine, your skin to pebble in gooseflesh. He took his time undressing you from that final layer, and while he did, you took the chance to really admire him.

Real life was nothing compared to what you’d seen in the months past. The subtle twitches and flexes of his muscles and subtle glances, even in this dim light, were far more noticeable. And there were other things, too, the way he smelled, citrus, clove, musky and citrusy. The way he felt under your touch, smooth, hard, electric.

As Kuroiro began peeling off pieces of your lingerie, he left small, soft kisses in his wake. They were gentle, reverent, and his breath on your skin tickled.You were so close like this, and you found yourself touching him, too. Running your hands along his chest, down his arms, over his hips. You traced the lines of his torso, his thighs, getting to know him and his body.

Other than the obvious, figuring out where was sensitive, what made his cock jump, and what made him shiver. His shoulders, you found out, were sensitive, as were his hips. You paid special attention there, more a tease – a promise – than anything else. Raking your nails along the v that led to his dick, watching him tense and huff a heavy breath as he continued slowly freeing you from the last of your clothing.

And then you were both bare, and there was a moment where you just drank each other in. This was real. This was happening. You were finally with him, and he was with you. No pretenses, no fake names, no hiding behind a computer. Just you and Kuroiro, the man you’d fallen for.

And who’d fallen for you, apparently.

Tentatively you reach out again, dragging your index down the length of his torso, coming to rest just above his cock. He never broke eye contact with you while you did, and you were more than happy to watch as his face twisted with pleasure as you wrapped your hand around him at the base. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see his shoulders rising and falling as his breathing increased.

Slowly, with just as much care as he’d shown you a moment ago, you stroked him once, twice. Starting a pace that was ginger, and had Kuroiro groaning low in his chest.

“Fuck,” he hummed as you picked up the pace, “Easy, y/n, I’m really worked up right now, you turn me on so much… This isn’t like my shows. I don’t want to cum yet.”

You smiled at him, and fought the urge to jerk him to completion right there, just to know that you could. Just to see the pretty look on his face and watch the way his body twitched and convulsed as he came.

But that’s not why you were here. Technically, this whole thing wasn’t why you were here, either. You both wanted this, though, and you could figure out the VOD later. Right now you just wanted to be with him, be close and intimate with him, touch him and hear him moan out your name when he finishes. Just like on the streams, except better. Because this time it’s in person, and this time you both know the truth.

He kissed you again, it was deliberate as he lowered you back onto the sheets. He parted too soon, kissing again down your jaw, your neck, over your clavicle. Kuroiro placed a hand on either breast and kneaded gently, sucking a love mark onto the tender skin of your throat. You keened, arching your back into his touch.

More kisses down, over the crest of your tit until he took your nipple into his mouth, the other between two fingers, and paid special attention there. You could feel his tongue flick out and over your hardening bud as he rolled the other between his fingers. If he was already able to make you feel so good, make you so wet, from just this… You wondered just how long you could last when he was really trying to make you cum.

He continued kissing down your body, occasionally sucking a little hickey here and there, until he was seated between your thighs. With his strong arms he lifted both of your thighs over his shoulders, and pulled you closer to him. You could feel his breath ghost along your soaked core and shivered.

He looked up at you for a moment, gauging your reaction, looking for any sign of hesitancy. You combed your fingers through his hair, and he gave you that signature toothy grin in return.

His mouth was hot against your cunt as he buried his face into you, licking a long stripe up your folds from your soaking hole to your clit. Kuroiro pointed his tongue and flicked over your sensitive pearl, drawing sweet moans from you which went straight to his cock. He slid his thumb through your pooling slick to coat it, and then pushed it slowly into your core. All the while nursing at your clit.

You pressed back further into the bed, fingers curling in his pretty silver hair, as he familiarized himself with your most intimate places. “Oh shit, Kuroiro I’m - “ you tried to say, already feeling yourself tilt towards the edge. A combination of nerves and excitement, anticipation and the buildup over months of craving him and needing his touch.

“Shihai,” he said, drawing back and looking up at you, he continued to massage your sweet spot with his thumb, though, keeping you just at the precipice.

“Sh-Shihai,” you cooed, feeling yourself blush at calling him by his given name. “Please, I'm so close.” You untangled your fingers from his hair, trailing them down his face to gently rub over his cheeks.

There was a whisper of a smirk before he dove back in, attacking your clit with increased vigor and bringing you closer and closer. He reached up with his other hand and clasped it over where yours had fallen to the side, grounding you, keeping you steady as your body shook in anticipation.

Your orgasm crashed over you, intense and powerful. Your thighs shook, your cunt twitching and pulsing on his tongue and around his fingers and just the feeling of you cumming made him groan. Made his cock jump with need. He worked you through it slowly, relishing in your aftershocks with every flick of his tongue or drag of his finger until you were whining and babbling a string of ‘please’s over and over.

When he finally pulled away, his chin covered in your slick and a proud smirk on his face, his deep voice rumbled through you, “You taste so fucking good, holy shit. I don’t know if I can wait any longer, babe.”

You smiled at him hazily, still reeling from just how hard he’d made you cum, and reached out for him with both arms. Shihai gladly came to your embrace, kissing over your neck softly as he slotted his hips between your thighs once more. Only this time there was nothing to keep his painfully hard cock from rubbing right against your overly sensitive core.

He swallowed every quiet mewl with a deep kiss as he rubbed his dick along your folds, covering himself in your arousal in preparation. You could taste yourself on his tongue, feel the wetness of yourself on his lips as he licked into your mouth.

With one hand, he reached down between you, grabbing himself at the base and lining up with your entrance. Slowly, so, so slowly, he pushed in. Just the head, just barely, but it was enough to have you gasping breathy moans of his name.

“You’re so tight, god- is this okay? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, trailing your fingers up your body to play with your tits and pinch your nipples as he sank further and further into you. Oh, how he was mesmerized by that sight, unable to draw his gaze away from the way you played with yourself. Only when he was fully hilted inside of you did he manage a glance away, down to where you were connected.

“Shihai,” you hummed softly, drawing his attention back to you, “You feel so good! I’ve wanted this for so long, Shihai-”

“Me too,” he groaned, coming to lean forward with his arms on either side of your head and his face just above yours, “God, so fucking long, y/n. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

Shihai swallowed hard, then, and just as gingerly rocked his hips back, only to snap them into yours again. Both of you moaned at the feeling as he tilted his head down to rest against your forehead.

The pace he set was deep and slow, each thrust rocking your body beneath him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, slender but muscular, and your arms around his shoulders. His gaze locked onto yours as he carefully, and intently fucked into you. Every drag of his cockhead along your sweet spot making you moan, every push back into your depths making him groan.

“Fuck,” he said breathily, not letting up and keeping the agonizingly slow pace, “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect. I love you. I love you so much.”

You felt him throb inside of you, felt his hips stutter slightly and you knew he must be getting close. “I love you too, Shihai. P-please, I wanna cum, please make me cum!”

It was as if he’d been waiting for permission, or perhaps just the right time. As soon as those words left your lips he propped himself up further, and started moving like he meant it. The difference was night and day, what were once sensually slow thrusts morphed into desperate snaps of his hips as he pistoned his throbbing cock in and out of you. Kissing against your sweet spot with every motion to make you moan loudly.

“Ngh-fuck, Soon. I’m… soon…” he huffed, and all it took was seeing the desperation and need lacing his features to send you over the edge again. You threw your head back as you came, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. The sight of you made him cum, too, busting deep against your cervix with pump after pump of hot, thick seed.

Once you both came down, panting, chests heaving, and basking in the heady afterglow, you finally said it.

“I love you too, Shihai.”

He smiled, a genuinely joyful expression, and kissed you. It mirrored your very first kiss, perfect, passionate, and sweet. Full of love, full of emotions that you’d both spent too long pining for. He held you close for a while, kissing you like that, lavishing in your closeness, until he figured it was time to clean up.

Carefully he pulled out, letting his cum all but gush onto his sheets, and helped you up. You walked together into his bathroom, where he started the shower and grabbed a couple of towels. Every time he passed you, he paused just long enough to plant a kiss somewhere on your body. Your forehead, your cheek, your shoulder, your hand. It didn’t matter.

The water was the perfect temperature when you stepped in, supported by Shihai’s strong arms. It was a relief to wash yourself off, to clean yourself after such a passionate display, and he was quick to help you.

His hands were so gentle as they rubbed his body wash over your skin. Careful, and almost reverent, and once again, more kisses. You giggled, realizing that he really was spoiling you with them.

Shihai grinned down at you as he squeezed a dollop of shampoo out onto his palm, “What’s that for?”

Long fingers massaged the citrus-scented foam into your scalp and ran it through your hair. It smelled like him, and you delighted in knowing you’d be carrying that with you.

“You just really like giving me kisses.”

“Oh… well, yeah. I mean, I’ve waited so long for this – for you – and now that you’re here I’m going to treat you the way you deserve. Including plenty of kisses.”

As if to accentuate his point, he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, and over quickly, but it left you feeling fuzzy and warm.

Once you were clean, you returned the favor of washing him off. It was nice: getting to run your fingers and hands along his onyx skin. Getting to feel his muscles move with each breath and each subtle motion. The expression he made when you washed his hair, too, was one of pure bliss and happiness.

When you stepped out of the shower, Shihai was quick to wrap you up in a large, plush towel, and then pull you flush against him. He was still naked, but you didn’t care, just happy to be enveloped in his warmth.

“I really do love you,” he mumbled, “And I have, for a long time. Even though I always choked up and couldn’t talk to you like a normal person. You’re so strong, and so brave, and so kind. I can’t believe you feel the same way.”

You nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, “I really thought you hated me, you know? I’m glad… I’m glad things worked out.”

“Yeah, me too.”