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thestarsanctuary · 3 years

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Baby fever hit me like a Mac truck for no damn reason 😭 Can I request hc’s of Aizawa, Hawks, Fatgum, and Mirio reacting to their chubby, black twin babies (a boy and a girl) just being adorable? They have their mama’s hair and skin but their daddy’s hair and eyes. They’re just crawling and babbling while their Mama is preparing their snacks. These pros deserve some domestic moments for a bit with their cute squishies 🥺

Y’all I have been gone FOREVER, and im not 100% but I wanna get back to writing, also i went insanely off topic for these and they just ended up being baby headcannons sorry 😩

BNHA MEN WITH A S/O AND KIDS!

This one is a female reader so it’s she/her pronuns if used- the reader is supposed to be black but read it if that doesn’t bother you I suppose.

AIZAWA

Aizawa teaches kids all day, and with that you’d think he’d be exhausted having to come home to more right? Wrong, absolutely wrong. He always likes to say his kids are different, and they are, but for different reasons. Those are HIS kids, he helped you make them and it definitely shows in certain places.

Your babygirl is the most like him, she doesn’t really do anything on her own- but you do have twins! Your boy is amazingly energetic for his age, it’s honestly exhausting but when he’s so cute how can anybody complain? The two follow each other around like a train, and consistently follow you both as well.

Sometimes when you ask Aizawa to do their hair he will literally wet it, put shampoo and conditioner in it, then let them roam. No comb, no oil, just straight wild lion in there. When that happens you have to somehow lead them back into the bathroom with some sort of bribe and comb their hair.

Shouta hates how they sometimes cry and wants to make sure they feel as happy as they can all the time! However sometimes that gets in the way of actual discipline, and in those times you gotta play bad cop as annoying as it is.

There have been instances where you have caught Shouta doing the whole baby talk thing and he will literally lay down at night and go, “You never saw that ok? Ok.” And that’s the end of it because who are you to argue? Nobody, unless he aggravates you, then he must’ve forgotten about the videos...you...took?

Despite his many screw ups he’s a really good dad. The kids love him and are always by his side whenever he comes home. He constantly helps you out in putting the kids to sleep when they wake up from nightmares, or making sure they eat their food no matter how gross it is.

HAWKS

There’s something about kids that for a long time- Keigo couldn’t see himself with them, maybe it was his past or just how he behaved but he just didn’t think he was ready for kids. And then you came along and his world was shaken, twisted, and turned all the ways he thought his life would never be. So here you both are, married, in a house, with 2 year old twin nightmares.

He tries to be stern but whenever they cry he feels an immense guilt and immediately tries to redeem himself with them.

As someone with baby cousins, the kids definitely know how to manipulate him. Crying whenever they don’t get to play with him, or at the slightest drawback of attention.

Don’t even get me started on hair. You have to play bad guy and wash, comb, and style their hair because Keigo can’t do it himself, their crying just makes him go insane, he never wants to see them in pain. You however, don’t want to see them looking raggedy in public over a few tears, and have to style their hair anyways.

The twins love their daddy, and never want to be apart from them, so he decided to make Monday’s take your kids to work day at his agency. This day however, only applies to him.

“You want to bring in your kid? Does this place resemble a nursery? Get a babysitter or something.” As he says mid carrying his boy on his back and his babygirl on his waist.

After coming home from long days of patrol, seeing his babies crawling around together while you make them snacks is a sight he can’t get rid of. It’s the most domestic dream he’s ever had come true. The woman of his dreams and two beautiful children, what more could he ask for?!

When the twins speak their alien language Keigo tries to play it off and speak it back and sometimes it’s almost like he answered fluently because they’ll respond???

Overall, Hawks is a lover of his kids. He’ll play his favorite (kid friendly) songs in the car for the kids to listen to, has 15,000 photos of them taking up 90% of his phone storage, and a plethora of you as well. Together you both made the perfect little family.

FATGUM

Fatgum is absolutely fantastic with kids. I think his naturally caring nature pulls through in those moments.

With your little girl, he’ll hold her and let her rest on his stomach when she sleeps, and he’ll keep your boy wrapped up tight along with her.

Now sometimes the kids just don’t get along, and in those moments his kindness is far just too useless. Those kids will get what they want even if they can’t even say comprehensive words yet! Fatgum will have to separate them with his incredibly long arms and keep them in the palm of each hand. (Isn’t he like 8 foot something?!)

Tashiro is very whipped. VERY whipped. Like- when I say this I mean making flower crowns at 3AM so his babygirl looks like the prettiest sleeping beauty at school type of whipped. There’s no shame in it though! Absolutely none.

For his lil’ best boy, he likes to play board games with him. The kid laughs and cheers at being let win unknowingly, and he just likes having those intimate moments with his boy.

When they go to sleep, Fatgum likes to lay and talk about all the similarities he sees from them and who they match more with you. Sometimes it’s a bit of a debate but it’s usually full of kisses and maybe a bit more.

We all know Fatgum loves eating, but imagine him getting a buffet for his family so he can eat an unlimited amount of food and watch his kids eat. A good pasttime if he says so himself.

MIRIO

Mirio borderline is a kid, and by that I mean he has so much energy and excitement inside of him, that having twins was almost perfect.

He entertains them like no other! He loves picking them up and tossing them into the air only to catch them. The giggles they let out are something he could listen to for days on repeat with pleasure.

He even does their hair! You heard it right. Even when they cry because of how the detangling can be painful every once in a while, he’ll coo and comfort them as he goes, trying to be as gentle as he can.

“I know sugar, it’s alright it’ll only be a little bit!”

“I know buddy, just sit still I’ve got you.”

He also constantly loves just watching you interact with them. He likes it when you give them matching hairstyles with you. Sometimes when hero work is hard, he gets to come home to you and them asleep on the couch after watching movies together. It’s his favorite sight.

He’s not the perfect dad of course, and sometimes constant coddling isn’t what the kids need and he understands that too. It’s hard for him to play stern sometimes because it’s just not in him. When you’re not home and the kids act up…he just kind of lets them do it then talks to them about what they did and how it was wrong. No punishment, just learning.

When you come home and see them cleaning off crayon from the wall singing a cleaning song, you can’t even be mad because of how adorable the sight is.

He likes rocking the babies to sleep, hearing their gurgling come to a quiet stop and their eyes flutter shut, it’s one of the prettiest sites to him (besides you I mean c’mon)

Overall he just loves having kids. Whether they look nothing or exactly like him, they’re his! That’s something that keeps him going everyday. Coming home to his beautiful family.

What a life.

EL FIN.

Tried to do this to get myself in a writing groove, let me know how y’all like it and stay safe out here! Drink water, keep happy, and do what you want to do! Thanks for being patient with me guys I love all of you!

- SS <3

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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(Idk if you're taking these kind of things anymore, if not then you can ignore this but i NEED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT)

Ok now hear me out-- HEAR ME OUT

So its at night, and (y/n) is watching over Eri. Eri, sweet child, is very stubborn when it comes to going to sleep. So (y/n), in all her sexy goddess glory, lays down on the couch with Eri laying her head on (y/n)'s chest and turns on the TV for slow jazz. And sings her a lullaby. (The song im referring to is Angel Eyes by Ella Fitzgerald Remastered)

So she sings the song in such a beautiful, low tone that lulls Eri to sleep. Not to mention (y/n)'s heart also helping the little girl to sleep. BUT what she doesn't know is that Mirio and Izuku walk in the living room and just stare in awe that (y/n) CAN SING LIKE THIS??? HELLO??? WHY HAVEN'T THEY HEARD HER SING BEFORE?? ABSOLUTE GODDESS WTF And on top of that, they're just in a daze on how she treats Eri. Like a daughter.

And booyyyyyyy does that turn them on 💀

After putting Eri in her room, now asleep, (y/n) gets yanked in a bedroom far away from Eri's room. (so she can't hear)

And its Izuku and Mirio, sandwich-ing her, kissing her and undressing her at the same time. Just spewing praise after praise, telling her that they want to see her belly swollen with a child and how she'll look so gorgeous. And they breed. And b r e e d. Just-- BREED

M&Ms

I think I can work with that.

WARNING 18+ NSFW CONTENT Minors DNI

After a tiresome day in the fighting crime with kindness and serving justice with a smile, boyfriends Izuku and Mirio trudge go their shared apartment excited to hop in bed with their gorgeous girlfriend. Who was, most likely, knocked out after babysitting their baby sister ? child of choice? rescuee ? It doesn’t really matter, she was baby sitting little Eri because Dadzawa had a date and they had patrol.

Much to their surprise, you weren’t asleep. No no. An angelic melody rang out in the otherwise quiet apartment. Barely distinguishable above the symphonic sounds of smooth jazz, but ever present nonetheless.

The source of this mesmerizing tune ?

Why none other than their divine darling, Y/N L/N, cradling little Eri and rubbing her head as you hummed the soulful sonnet.

“Love?”

Mirio called, voice inexplicably tense and pants surprisingly tight. Discomfort in his lower half growing significantly when your does met his.

Although your sung had stopped, the tune of rapid heartbeat paired well with the angelic hum that reverberated from your dazzling smile.

“Hi, baby. How was patrol ?” Addressing them in a hushed tone, as to not disturb the sleeping child. It was so sweet and considerate. Even , dare I say, instinctive.

Maternal instincts that is.

“It was fine, puppy” Midoriya moves forward, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before settling on the nearby recliner. “Surprised that you’re still up. Long day ?” Mirio perches on the armrest, hand resting casually on the greenette’s neck as they regard you.

A soft laugh escapes your lips, a beautiful sound. One that rivals the sweet melody that greeted them upon entry.

“Eri and I went out for ice cream. Chocolate ice cream.” Both men nodded, chuckling softly as you continued. “She had a lot of energy. We played all day. Then she wanted her hair braided like mines.” Gesturing to the two French braids that mimicked your own feedins.

They cute gworl, got lil beads and errthang.

“After that she was so excited she couldn’t get to sleep by herself. So I turned off all the lights and turned on my ‘goodnight’ playlist and she was out like a light.”

You neglected to add that you also slipped her a couple Melatonin gummies but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

They were so proud of you. Of course you’d have a solution, you did everything right ! That’s why they chose you. That’s why they loved you. You always had the answer and knew what to do. A perfect little homemaker.

They tip toed behind you, peaking over your shoulder as your tucked the child into the guest bedroom and kiss her forehead. Watching with hearts in their eyes when you placed her teddybear and turned on the nightlight.

You were a natural.

It seemed like you were having a really good time, so who are they to get in the way of a good thing ? Want to take care of someone ? Bet.

Let’s make it full time.

As soon as you closed the door hands were on you. Pinching and pulling. Touching and rubbing. All while walking you upstairs towards the bedroom.

By the time you’d made it to the comfort of your silk sheets, you were already completely naked.

“What’s g-going on?”

Laughing breathlessly, you looked down at the two heroes that had attached themselves to your nipples. Bobbing their head as they suckled the buds, just like they do when they’re licking each others cocks.

“Sounded so pretty” Mirio groaned, large hands spreading your thighs apart while his tongue flickered over your peak. “Looked so pretty”.

His thumb swiped down your clit, collecting your arousal as it flowed from your cunt. Slick glistened from his digit when he held it up for the two of you to see. Midoriya lurched forward, replacing his mouth with his fingers and licking the fluid from his lover’s hand.

“Fuck” you whined, the sight was dizzying. Mirio rolling your nips between his teeth while Midoriya sucks his thumb like a starved whore.

Accurate description. Because when he’d licked your pussy sauce clean, he dove down to get it straight from source. Groaning when he lips came in contact with yours, French kissing your nether regions.

Midoriya was going to town in that kitty Kat. Licking and slurping up your fold and against your bud. Mirio had to shove his tongue down your throat so you’d shut the fuck up. Didn’t want you to wake your houseguest.

“Gotta be quiet , love.” Wet tongue sliding against your jawline while he placed open mouth kisses on your face and neck while tweaking your nipples with his nimble fingers. “Gotta practice for when the babies are sleeping.”

Tf you mean sir ? Is what you would’ve said if Izuku tongue wasn’t moving like black whip in your cunt.

Speaking of black whip.

A tendril slithered around your neck and two joined his fingers in your cunt. Stretching you out in preparation for the premeditated assault they were about to place upon your pussy.

Back arched, mouth agape, you wailed the pro hero’s name as you came. Mirio allowed it that time because you sounded so fucking pretty.

“That’s a good guuurl” Midoriya drawled, hot breath fanning over your bundle while he watched your core flutter around the remnants of his quirk.

“Gotta stretch you good, puppy. Gotta make sure my son can fit.”

That’s not really how that works so but who are you to complain when Mirio is pushing four fingers in the back of your throat and rubbing your saliva on the head of his cock.

The bastards didn’t even properly undress. Just poked their dicks through their zippers and positioned themselves between your legs.

Realization dawned upon you when you observed their angle. Two dicks , one cunt. Isn’t it rude to double dip ? Guess not, you’re not scared though babe.

We’ll die like men.

Heat.

Hot fire shoots through your nerve endings at the feeling of their lengths stabbing at your core. It was a tight fit. But they managed. Dicks rubbing against eachother pleasurably as they breached your hole.

“Wider , baby. Wider” Midoriya pants, shallow thrusting to burrow further into your cunt.

Mirio’s hand snaked underneath your ass, spreading on the small of your back and angling your body so they could slide in deeper.

“DADDY!” you howled, making the pair chuckle.

“Not yet, but we’re gonna be.”

Slow , slow, slow. They moved in unison. Pushing further inside until they where seated in your cervix. Their eyes were blown black when they saw the bulge of their fat cocks in your tummy.

“Imagine when it’s our baby poking out of there” izuku whispered, running his scared fingers over your pudgy tummy.

“She’s gonna look so cute. Waddling around” You swore you saw hearts in his eyes. Stupid Himbo. His dumb expression had you creaming around their cocks, drawing low groans and rumbles.

“Even cuter when she’s taking our cocks” they started to move , “imagine her chunky ass getting fucked stupid while she’s bloated with our kid”

Everybody’s moaning and panting. Wet cunt squelching and balls slapping.

This shit was rated porn.

Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, the coil tightening making you babble. Izuku, being the observant boi he is, noticed the telltale signs of you orgasm and tightened his whip around your neck while expelling a few more tendrils to flick at your buds.

Squiring is an understatement.

Your arousal SPRAYED all over them. Hero suits ? wet. Sheets ? ruined. Mind ?blown. Hotel ? Trivago.

Mirio whistled lowly and Midoriya clenched his teeth, you were squeezing them so tight. Taking them so nicely. They were gonna -

“Cum. Gonna cum” Midoriya yelped, picking up the pace and drawing whimpers from the blonde with the added friction.

“Gonna make you a mommy. You want that , yeah ? Wanna have my fuckin’ kid ?”

You nodded and Mirio laughed.

“Fuck yeah she wants it. Gonna be so pretty. Sitting her cute ass at home. Waiting for us to get back and fuck her stupid.”

“Like a little incubator” Midoriya’s fingers dug into your flesh. “ a slutty little cum holder”.

Was it possible to cum again ?

Apparently so , because you came for the third and final time that night.

An orgasm so powerful that it milked their cocks draw. Pouring their souls out like Drake does on the track. Squeezed like the last bit of toothpaste. It was a lot.

“Fuuuuuuuck” Midoriya groaned, resting his forehead against your knee as he fucked through the aftershocks.

“Yeah” Mirio panted, chest heaving and eyes clenched shut as the final spurts of cum poured into you.

“You okay , puppy?” They pulled out in unison and the greenette shoved two fingers into your core to keep you plugged. Can’t take any chances.

Unintelligible babbles and dopey smiles were all you could muster. They’d filled you up and fucked you senseless.

Feeling satisfied, Mirio rummaged through the nightstand for a toy to plug you with while they took a quick breather.

It was gonna be a long night.

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vixenpen · 3 years

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Fratboy! Mirio x Introvert Thick Reader

You were trapped between gyrating bodies with a pair of hands on your hips, a booty pushed against your crotch, and bass pounding in your ears.

Your friends, Nejire and Bibimi, were forcing you to participate in their hoe shenanigans as they twerked to Cardi B.

“Yasss, y/n, you better throw that ass, boo.” Nejire, urged as she smacked your butt.

“Stop!” You giggled, swatting her groping hands away.

“Come ooon, you know you’re having fun!” She drawled, pulling you closer against her. “Admit it, you needed this.”

You hated to say it, but she was right. Parties weren’t exactly your scene, especially not frat house ragers like these, but in the company of your best friends with a stomach full of fruity shots, you were actually starting to enjoy yourself.

Normally, you were the mom friend, the “boring” one, the study buddy. Nobody ever thought to ask you to go out partying—but maybe, after tonight, your friends would start to view you differently. Everyone else certainly was. Especially a certain popular frat bro by the kegs.

Mirio Togata’s cerulean blue eyes were glued to your body squeezed between his friend, Nejire and her friend.

He wasn’t particularly concerned with either of them though. Well, except for maybe Nejire, for clearly neglecting to introduce him to your fine ass.

Speaking of ass—damn! Your booty poked out like the hump of a question mark and sat up high, proud and jiggling in the body con dress you wore. Your legs looked equally as shapely and your tits were perfect. You were stacked from head to toe. He couldn’t believe you’d managed to stay off his radar for god knows how long, but that ended tonight. Mirio was determined to get to know every inch of you.

“Y/n, where are you going?” Bibimi pouted as you disentangled yourself from between her and Nejire.

“Bathroom,” you replied. My social battery is officially,” you snapped your manicured fingers, “tapped out. Plus I’m burning up. I’m done for the night.”

“Damn, y/n, the party’s just getting started!” Nejire protested.

“Then let me know how it ends.” You joked back. “I’m going to the bathroom, then I’m getting an Uber.”

Mirio watched you break away from your friends and sashay upstairs with a sly grin on his face. This was his chance. He followed you through the crowd and was just about on your heels when—

“Oh no you don’t.”

A pair of periwinkle eyes glared up at him. Nejire wore a pouty frown and her glittery arms were crossed over her ample chest as she stared him down like the big sister she was.

“Heyyy, bestie!” Mirio trilled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Don’t ‘heyyy bestie’ me.” She snapped, shaking his arm off. “You were going after y/n, weren’t you?”

The blonde hid his hands behind his back like a school boy who’d been caught throwing rocks, and grinned.

“I was just on my way to ask if she was doing ok. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t check on the well-being of my guests?”

“Oh please.” Nejire rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious!” Mirio insisted. “Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, ya know? Figured I’d try to get to know her better—“

“Ima stop you right there.” Nejire held up a manicured palm to his face. “Y/n is off limits.”

“What?! Come on—“

“I’m serious, Mirio, she’s a sweetheart—a good girl. She’s not like these other sluts you fuck with.”

His mind flashed back to the way you’d been bussin down in your tight little dress and he smirked.

“She could’ve fooled me.”

Nejire pushed his shoulder. “Do not call my friend a slut.”

“Hey,” the man chuckled back, holding up his hands defensively. “Those were your words—“

“Actually they were yours.” A third voice chimed in.

Mirio’s eyes drifted over his friend’s shoulder and he damn near drooled when he saw you in the figure hugging dress and heels. Your eyes were a bit glassy, but still sharp as they fixed on his.

“Guess it takes one to know one, huh?”

“Y-y/n!” Nejire exclaimed.

“Heh,” Mirio scooted his blue haired friend out of the way. “Nejire didn’t mention how funny you were. In fact, she didn’t mention you at all.” He held out a hand. “I’m Mirio.”

Your eyes narrowed, but you returned the gesture. “Y/n. She never mentioned you either.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Oh yes you can.” The girl muttered under her breath. She grabbed your arm, and began tugging you away. “Come on, y/n, let’s head out.”

“So soon?” Mirio gently touched your other arm. “The party’s just getting started. I was hoping to maybe show you around, and get to know you a little better, y/n.”

Your eyes ran over the man. With his tussled golden blonde hair, happy blue eyes, and broad chest stretching out his thin black t-shirt, he looked every bit the preppy frat boy he was. You had to admit he was hot. You’d already stepped outside your comfort zone once to come to the party, what was one more step? Besides, according to Nejire she still viewed you as a ‘good girl.’ Let’s see how good she thought you were now.

You shook off Nejire’s grip and closed the gap between you and Mirio. The man’s face lit up like the sun.

“Y/n!”

“I’ll be ok, Neji, I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

Her lips set into a line as if she were about to protest. Her eyes darted between you and Mirio for a moment before she finally relented. Glaring at her blonde friend she whispered: “Take care of my friend, or I’ll have your fucking balls on a platter.”

“Yeesh! Yes ma’am!” He replied, holding up his hands nervously.

Once Nejire was out of the way, Mirio turned to you, admiring you openly. The little up and down he gave you made your sex clench.

“So,” He held out his arm like an old fashioned gentleman. “Why don’t I give you a tour? We can talk more upstairs. Less people.”

With a half smile, you replied: “Sure,” taking his arm.

Mirio took you to grab a bottled water and some food before leading you upstairs to a room with police tape that read: no boring people allowed and a poster claiming: chill vibes only.

“This is the ‘chill zone’,” Mirio explained, fishing out a set of keys from his pocket. “No homework, relationship problems, or family drama are allowed in here.”

“Sounds nice.” You replied.

Mirio ushered you in, eyes falling on your bouncing ass before shutting the two of you inside.

A big L-shaped red couch took up the middle of the semi lit room and faced a huge flat screen and gaming console with several controllers. There was also a pool and ping pong table set up along with several bean bag chairs scattered through out.

“So,” he started, “how long have you known Neji?”

“Long enough to trust her intuition on men.” You replied, taking a seat on the couch.

Mirio looked surprised for a moment before chuckling.

“You know, I’m not as bad as I seem.” He replied. “I try to be a gentleman and not just another fratboy looking for—“

“Sluts?”

“I never said that.”

“It was implied.”

“Well, that’s not what I meant to imply. After all, you don’t seem like a slut at all.”

“What if I want to seem like one?” You joked.

Mirio bit his lip and his gaze turned hungry again.

“Then I wouldn’t think any less of you.”

Yeah right.

You thought as the broad shouldered guy plopped down beside you. He threw an arm over your shoulder. He smelled masculine and a bit like pine with a hint of sweat.

The man’s breath fanned against your neck and before you could say anything else, his lips landed against your skin.

You sighed. Mirio did too, his large hand landed on your thick thigh and squeezed. His mouth was on yours tasting like beer flimsily disguised by a touch of mint. You could feel his bulky muscles flexing beneath his tight shirt and his dick stirring beneath his jeans as he eased you on top of him.

The man was strong, flipping your curvaceous body around easily. His hands massaged your big butt while his tongue snaked a warm trail down your throat. You both groaned as he nibbled the tops of your big breasts.

“Your body is fucking perfect.” He sighed almost to himself. You kissed him. Mirio melted into it.

Your lips wandered lower until they were pressed against the huge pecs peeking from beneath his v-neck.

He moaned deep in his chest when your soft hand ran over his abs.

“Fuck...”

You smirked at him. “You got a condom?”

The preppy blonde’s brows quirked, and he grinned.

“Sure do.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a gold pack.

You wrinkled your nose and reached for your pocket book, pulling out your own. No added lube and a much better taste.

Mirio stared in confusion as you propped yourself on your knees and slid on your own special prophylactic.

“What are you-“

“You don’t expect me to suck a slut’s dick without protection do you?”

The blonde was stunned for a bit before replying with a smirk: “Wow, for a good girl you sure have one helluva mouth.”

You smirked back at him. “Liquor makes a loose tongue.”

Mirio didn’t get a chance to respond before your warm mouth wrapped around his thick, flexing dick

“Ahaaa~fuckkk~” he sighed. He could feel your eager tongue even through the condom.

You fondled the man’s heavy balls and felt your cunt clench as the man groaned and cursed in a low voice. God how you wished you could taste this man’s dick unobstructed, but you knew better than to do that.

Meanwhile, Mirio was in heaven despite the condom. God you were sexy. His eyes ran down the length of your spine where your big butt was pushed up in the air. His hand followed the path his gaze took, running down your back before settling on your chunky ass.

“Damn, y/n.” He slid the bottom of your dress up. His gaze skipped between your pretty lips slurping his cock and your fat butt jiggling in the air.

He smacked your ass and your mouth tightened around him.

“Ahh. Don’t s-stop...fuck..” he muttered. His hand massaging your fat ass. He slid his fingers into your wet pussy and bit his lip. Damn he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

You could feel the man’s dick twitching as he neared his orgasm. You wanted to finish him off, but you had something different in mind.

Giving his dick one more harsh suck, you unleashed Mirio’s manhood with a POP.

The man made a noise between a gasp and a squeak.

You giggled, wiping the drool from your pouty lips.

“You really think I’m gonna let you get yours before I do?” You sat back and spread your legs, enjoying the man’s desirous gaze on your wet pussy. “My turn.”

Mirio grinned. He stripped off his shirt and you watched every well defined ripple and muscle flex beneath the man’s golden skin. His jeans hung low on his narrow hips and his dick bobbed still hard against his abs. Damn it looked so delicious.

He landed on top of you against the overstuffed cushions, pushing your curvy body deeper into the fabric. His body felt warm and heavy against yours as he settled between your legs.

“Ladies first,” he muttered against your lips, “yes?”

“Mmm~” you moaned. Your tight dress got wriggled up over your hips and slowly up until your soft tummy and fat breasts were exposed to the cool air.

“God damn, babe.” He moaned. He admired your hard nipples before slipping his tongue around them.

Your body arched and you felt the man’s thick dick pressing against your sex. Your clit burned with satisfaction from the stimulation.

“God.” He whispered

“Lower.” You commanded softly.

Mirio followed your direction, taking his time to lick and suck your supple skin while his huge hands groped your thick thighs, soft butt, sides, and breasts.

Eventually, he made his way between your legs, and admired the soaked panties staring back at him.

“Fucking delicious.”

“Mmm! Ahhh~” You cried out as the man’s hot mouth swallowed up your sex through the panties.

Mirio inhaled your scent and relished your taste while you sang your approval.

“I haven’t even gotten to the good part, babe, don’t get too excited.” His fingers hooked beneath your undies and he slid them off.

Once your pretty pussy was fully exposed to the man, something in his mind switched , and he greedily swallowed your stiff clit into his mouth.

“Ohhh my godddd!” You cried out as the man’s lips sucked your sex, tongue teasing your button.

Pleasure warmed your core and spread through your body. Your fingers threaded through Mirio’s hair.

“God yes. More.” You begged.

Hearing a chuckle and then a moan, you felt the man’s all too familiar touch between the lips of your womanhood. Mirio’s fingers settled into your heat and he cursed when he felt you gripping him.

Your cream spread along his tongue. His dick throbbed.

“Mmm~right the—Ahh!” Your back arched when his fingers flexed against your gspot.

“I got you, y/n.” He hummed. “Come on, babe.”

The sensations coursing through your body mounted until goosebumps rose on your skin. Your legs twitched and your thighs gripped the man’s head as he lapped at your sex.

Your body could only take the waves of pleasure rolling through it for so long until it finally peaked in an explosion of pure ecstasy.

You cried out, holding Mirio’s head in place.

Your chest heaved as you settled back down. Your breath was heavy as you luxuriated in the feeling.

“Damn...that was great.”

“Yeah?” A grinning face swam into your vision as Mirio settled on top of you once more. “It’s not over yet, beautiful—“ his lips pressed against your neck.

“Actually,” you sat up, “it is.”

The man’s brows drew together in confusion.

“Huh?”

With an apologetic smile, you sat up, tugging your dress down.

“You know I promised Neji, I’d get back to her soon. I don’t want her worrying about me.”

Mirio blinked dumbly. “But you didn’t say—“

“Well, it was implied.” You swayed to your feet. “I hate to run out like this, but I really have to go.”

The man looked at you confused and holding his hard-on in his grip.

“But I thought we...”

“Next time, ok? I promise.” You kissed his forehead before grabbing your purse and stumbling to the door.

Mirio called out something about numbers, but you couldn’t hear him as you re-entered the party.

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haksluvr · 3 years

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QUINCY MY LOVE

can i have Mirio and Sero with a s/o who’s really really smart but doesn’t seem Like it? Thank you so much and have a wonderful day <3

You’re Smart?

✎ headcanons: having a s/o thats smart but doesn’t seem like it.

✎ ships: poc! gender neutral reader x togata mirio. ~ hanta sero.

✎ tws: none.

✎ a/n: thank for requesting and enjoy!

✎ Togata Mirio.

Mirio really doesn’t underestimate people from the start, and of course you were no exception.

However, he was a little surprised to find out that you were actually a lot more smarter than he assumed. (once again, he already thinks you’re smart, but just not to the degree you are actually at.)

He likes to call ya’ll the “Golden Couple” since you both are super smart and of course, very attractive.

He definitely finds it funny when people find out you’re smart since they automatically think you’re kinda dumb due to your personality.

He finds it funny but it also kinda annoys him at the same time.

Like “Yeah, Y/n is smart?? Nothing to really be surprised about.”

Obviously flexes you to everyone he knows.

Whether that be just yourself, your work, goals, grades, etc.

✎ Hanta Sero.

Just like Mirio, from the start he wouldn’t really underestimate you, just would assume you’re in the same boat as him and Kirishima.

But Once he finds out you’re at Momo or Bakugo level, he is a little taken back.

Mostly super happy but still surprised.

All of a sudden, your his personal tutor so expect a lot of studying dates.

Study dates that are filled with playful and flirting banter ofc.

Which didn’t necessarily last long since Sero accidentally boosted about how great his grades were because of you to the bakusquad and all of a sudden you’re everyone’s tutor. (minus bakugo ofc)

Speaking of Bakugo, he’s actually quite glad that you’re all of a sudden helping everyone out instead of him so he’s quite thankful for you.

Another person to go flex you around to everyone he knows.

He just loves you hehe.

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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A/N: Thank you hottie❤️ Tumblr was fucking with the format, so I had to repost. Anyways, I looovveee this request. I’ve been waiting to be in the right mood to write this. Like, jealous muscular himbos completely head over heels for their s/o? Sign me up.

Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this, sugar plum

All characters are 18+

Warnings: smut below the line!

Katsuki Bakugo:

SFW

bakugo doesnt get jealous

he usually felt secure in your relationship

yeah he got annoyed when kaminari would jokingly flirt with you

and yes, it made him angry when the dekusquad would literally stare at you with puppy dog eyes

and it pissed him off when kirishima suddenly became the funniest guy in the room when you were around

but he wasn’t jealous

how could he be? he’s bakugo katsuki

you agreed to go out with him. the strongest. the best. you couldn't get any better than him

right?

lmao no

the bigger the ego, the more fragile it was

bakugo doesnt handle jealousy well

there’s a small part of him that knows he can be an asshole

he’s not the most...affectionate person

but damn it, if he doesnt try his hardest for you

you notice that he gets quieter but his actions become a lot more aggressive

he’s glaring at anyone that smiles at you

it’s honestly scarier than his threats

forces you to hold hands

is suddenly into PDA??? when he kissed you in front of your friends you literally made a face

you didn't know what was up with him, but you were really confused when you told him to chill and he visibility wilted

once he came around to telling you that he wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to leave him, you were quick to reassure him

give him a couple kisses and rub his ego just a tad, and he’ll be back to normal

acts like he didn't just look like he was about to cry two seconds ago

NSFW

there are two things that happen when bakugo gets jealous

at first, he’s very rough and handsy

he likes to talk big and say things like

“imma fuck you up when we get home”

“you like when daddy does that, sweetheart?”

“kiss it right there, baby”

“youre mine. tell me your mine”

he’s doing everything he can to get you screaming and thrashing

he’ll go down on you for hours, leave you trembling, only to tell you that was a warm-up

there’s this dark look in his eyes when he’s pounding into you, gripping the headboard so he can angle himself in the best position possible

it’s like he’s trying to prove himself by wrecking you

in the midst of your fucking, just when you feel like youre about to pass out, bakugo’s head falls on your shoulder

he’s still thrusting into you, but it gets slower and deeper

needier

now it’s not just fucking

looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze and kisses the breath of out you

he can’t speak, too deep into your lovemaking to express how much he loves you

how he’s so scared of losing you

but you don’t need his words to understand

lock your legs around his hips and tell him how you’ll always be his and he will let out a moan that makes your toes curl

when you reach your high, it’s a vulnerable moment

lots of soft kisses and hugging

wont admit to the tears that sting his eyes but is willing to express his adornment for you through his embrace and aftercare

Todoroki Shouto:

SFW

todoroki doesnt have a lot of experience with jealousy

he knows what anger is

he’s felt insecurity

and he knows what it feels like to long for something or someone

but envy was a foreign concept to him

that was until he got into his first romantic relationship with you

don't get him wrong, he trusted you with everything

you gave him no reason to question your loyalty

and it never occurred to him that you would leave him for someone else because of how strong your love was for one another

however, his insecurities always got the best of him

he had a lot of baggage

he knew that

and when someone would approach you, someone that looked free-spirited and independent, he’d wonder if he was holding you back

even then, he can’t help but think that no one is worth the ground you walked on

not even himself sometimes

he never brings it up

but you notice that he started touching his scar a lot more

todoroki would try to act more extroverted thinking it would be better if he was livelier

youre deep talks about family matter diminished little by little

he tried to fill your comfortable silence with awkward conversation

you were so confused why your bf was acting so different

it took a couple attempts to get him to spill his thoughts

once he did, he’s stark quiet, looking away, fearing that you’d be so disappointed in him

but you just take his face in your hands and tell him

“you’re my whole world shouto. why would i ever give that up?”

he holds you in his arms for a long time after that

NSFW

behind his jealousy of onlooking eyes is a deep steed of low self-esteem

and you can feel it when you get intimate

he’s always looking to please you, but now he’s desperate, trying so hard to think of what will make you feel good

it makes you sad bc he already knows the answer to those questions

but he overthinks it

he’s noticeably shier

his touches are hesitant as he second-guesses himself

is continuously asking if you’re okay or if he’s doing it right

at one point, you have to take charge and push him down on the bed

“let me show you how much i want you. just you”

licks his lips as you kiss down his body

one of those guys that believes sucking his dick is a chore 💀

“you don't have to do that” face ass

so when you suck the soul out of him, he’s SPRUNG

would write a song about it if he could LMAO

quickly says he loves you before kissing you like the world depends on it as you ride him

twirl your hips in the way he likes and he’ll hiss out curses

run your hands through his hair and kiss his scar and he’ll give you such pretty moans

please tell him how beautiful he is and how much you love him

my mans will nut on the spot

after the first round, he regains his confidence and flips you on your hands and knees

before you even know what’s going on, he’s pounding into you, gripping your hips like a lifeline

now that he’s reminded that he’s your man, he spends the night realigning your spine

bc who could do it better?

Togata Mirio:

SFW

mirio is one of the most confident people ever

not only is he secure in himself, but he’s secure in your relationship

he knows he bagged a baddie

ofc people would be all over you

he couldn't blame them! i mean, look at you!

when people approached you, he usually let you handle it

if they were persistent, he would just put an arm around your waist

“you’ve got good taste, but they’re taken! sorry!”

it’s so wholesome that the other person can’t even find it within themselves to be upset

there was only one time he recalled getting genuinely jealous

it was during the time you two weren't exclusively dating

just going on dates to see how things went

at the same time, he overheard from your friend that your ex was trying to get back with you

when he heard that, he started sweating

it wasn't jealousy, but more like fear

he was determined not to lose you

not when things were going so well

mirio literally goes above and beyond on your dates

mans deadass learns how to cook all your favorite foods to bring to you

youre crying bc the seasoning was just *chef’s kiss*

brings you flowers at random times of the day

sends you pictures of things that remind him of you

you’re just soaking up all the attention

he’s always been an extra person so you didn't think much of it

it wasn't until you two were cuddling and watching a movie in his apartment that he confesses to you

“i know that i’m competing against history between you and your ex, but i want you to know that my feelings for you are strong, y/n. and i’ll do everything to prove to you that i can be the man of your dreams”

you stare at him before bringing him in for a kiss

“there’s a reason my ex is my ex”

“but--”

“just ask me to be yours already, mirio”

he didnt have to be told twice

NSFW

it was actually that same night that cuddling turned into something a little nastier

honestly, from then on, if you cuddled for more than 20min, there was a 99% chance yall end up fucking lmao

but that night, when he was kissing your neck and grinding his dick against you, he noticed your phone light up on the nightstand

you were too caught up in his fingers between your legs but he saw the text from your ex

it read: “i know this might be out of the blue, but would you wanna catch up over dinner sometime?”

now, mirio wasn't one to be spiteful

but he couldn't help but get a little heated

knowing your ex was trying to get back with you was way different than seeing it

a tiny switch goes off in his head and now he’s ready to make it known that you and him are together

you’re in heaven as mirio’s lips suck and nip at your neck and body

his head game is immaculate

turns you on your stomach so he can massage your back and ass before sliding into you

mirio holds your neck and gives you sloppy kisses as his hips swim into you

your phone lights up again and you can barely think straight when he gets rougher

starts pounding into you like he’s tryna put a baby in you whether it’s possible or not 💀

youre grabbing for anything you can hold as he starts whispering sweet nothings about how he’s gonna take care of you

whew...what a man yall 🥴

the entire time he’s wearing a shit-eating grin

bc he knows he won

might have accidentally sent your ex a voice recording of you moaning his name

oops

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shotorozu · 3 years

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their favorite clothes

— .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ 2.5k followers milestone

character(s) : multiple characters (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral— they/them pronouns, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, spice if you squint but not nsfw (x reader)

note(s) : this is what would be their favorite clothes (that they own) on you. thank you all for 2.5k 🤍 also im so sorry for the lack of posts, and im gonna be real about this— it was my writer’s block 💀 good news, it’s gone now :)

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

midoriya izuku

↛ honorable mention — his hero costume

↛ he absolutely loves it when you wear his shirts, like— i’m sure you know which one im talking about. the one that says ‘t シャツ’ i don’t know! his fashion sense isn’t the MOST fashionable, and the t-shirt itself isn’t very appealing to most eyes, but he absolutely adores how it looks on you. look, you can be the tallest being on this earth, to the point it makes his shirt look like a crop top on you, or you could be literally 4’5 and make the shirt look like a dress, he doesn’t care at all. he just loves how it looks on you, it makes him feel all warm on the inside, kinda like a *heart squeeze* moment, y’know? and no, there’s no exaggeration. he’ll just stop, and look at you when you wear his shirt. it’s just so personal, and he loves it.

bakugou katsuki

↛ honorable mention — though sweaty, his hero costume, and literally any other piece of clothing he has.

↛ then again, you could literally wear any kind of clothing of his, and you could have a ring adorning that finger of yours by the end of the day. he likes to pretend he’s absolutely not infatuated by the way his clothes look on you. if you force him to say what’s his favorite, he’ll mutter out ‘black tanktop’ because how could he not say that?? have you seen how delectable you look in that tanktop of his? it’s a surefire way to render him speechless, from the moment you walk into the room, to the moment you leave it— those gorgeous red irises will be on you. similar to midoriya, katsuki doesn’t care if you’re tall or short— just,,, wear his clothes, and if you want to seal in the future, then the black tanktop is the way to go. because he’ll probably get mad at you if you don’t wear his clothes to bed

todoroki shouto

↛ honorable mention — shouto’s button up shirt from his old hero costume, even though his old hero costume was HIDEOUS

↛ in his opinion, he loves anything on you (yeah, even a trashbag) but he does really love how you wear his turtle neck, he loves the fit. how it either loosely fits on you, or how it snuggly hugs your form— it really doesn’t matter. anything you wear would look really high end in his opinion, quite literally anything. but his black turtle neck really takes the cake. oh boy, when he saw you wear it for the first time, he froze up and almost charred his feet, cheeks firing up a warm red to match his scar. he has the money to buy a bunch of replicas of that exact black turtle neck, and he could give it to you but,, no. how could he do that? how do you look absolutely stunning in such a simple turtle neck? he doesn’t really know. anyways! he eventually ends up unofficially making the turtle neck yours, and he only wears it when he needs to douse his scent into the fabric once more— when it has almost completely faded away.

kirishima eijirou

↛ honorable mention — i wouldn’t say there’s an honorable mention, since he’s extremely loyal to his statements.

↛ his boxers. there, i’ve said it— and wait for a sec, let me explain. it’s not what you think, and you’d expect it to be like that but no, it’s not. at first, he thought you looked great in something simple as his sweater, or shirts but you were running out of clothes during laundry day— so you rummaged through your boyfriend’s clothing drawer, and pulled out a pair of red boxers, with black trimming. when he saw it peaking under your oversized shirt, he swear he saw the heavens. and from that moment on, you found yourself frequently wearing his boxers, but more specifically that pair. no, i’m serious— eijirou will get all pouty if you actually don’t wear his boxers, even when most of them are in the laundry. why does he like them so much? hm,, maybe it’s the security, and knowing that he’ll be the only one to see you in his boxers.

kaminari denki

↛ honorable mention — his boxers but you say no because he’s quite gross about it 🤢 anyways,

↛ his shorts. yes, they’re not the same as his boxers, but they’re the kind of shorts that you lounge in. now, i know you thought i was going to say “ooo he’s love to see you in a sweater with a lighting bolt embroidered in the middle!!”but then, the thing with these shorts was that he’s literally had them since he was in what,, the end of middle school im surprised they still fit, but they’re so dear to him? in a way that seeing you in those exact shorts makes his heart stop— only for it to start up again. thing with these shorts is that they’re oddly so,, pretty? i mean, his wardrobe is so questionable, but these shorts? there’s a mini reflective lighting bolt logo imprinted on the corner of the shorts. so quite literally, you’re seen with these shorts a lot— and the bakusquad give him hell for that 💀

monoma neito

↛ honorable mention — uh,, he does say that he ‘doesn’t know what you’re talking about! i don’t have more favorites on Y/N’ but you know damn well he does have more than one

↛ his hero costume, because well,, it’s very fashionable! but it doesn’t really look like he’s such a big fan of the entire ‘i wear your clothes!’ thing. because his clothes are his clothes, and your clothes look good on you anyway, end of the story! but if you do force him to say anything, he’ll admit that he does love seeing you in his hero costume. neito once walked in on you wearing his hero costume, and as to be expected— he made fun of you, but he did really like how it looked on you. but i suppose that’s the power you have on him, and he’ll admit it when he wants to, otherwise— he’s just teasing you for now. but pls wear it :,) he’ll basically be at your feet for the entire time

shinsou hitoshi

↛ honorable mention — a black sweater that has a silhouette of a purple cat printed at the center. it’s his favorite sweater, that’s why.

↛ his sweatpants. you and hitoshi had to switch clothes for a dare at a sleepover, and when he saw you in his lounging sweatpants, that’s what did him in. ever since then, he’s been quite obsessed with seeing you in them. hitoshi could care less about the sizing aspect, he just loves seeing you in his sweatpants— and it is quite a treat to come back from an especially gnarly day at school, and to be greeted by you lounging in his clothes, ‘instant recharge’ he says. he finds himself toying with the string of the sweatpants, when you’re on his lap, pressing kisses on his cheeks. anyways— if you want to kill him even more, then you should wear his sweater AND his sweatpants. he might as well just lock you in his room for him to keep forever (he’s not serious about that.) but it does surprise some people, because they never would’ve expected shinsou hitoshi to be the clingy/needy type. but you’re the only one that gets to see it indoors.

amajiki tamaki

↛ honorable mention — his button up shirt, i’m sure theres a gif of him wearing one in the anime somewhere, and i hope you know what i mean

↛ not really a clothing article he wears on the daily, but his cape. omg his cape. he sort of glitched out when he came back from interning, and saw you snuggling on the couch with his cape. like,, are you trying to unalive him? and he’s not slick about it either— everytime he comes back, and sees you using his cape as a blanket, draped over your shoulders, he nearly faints. it’s that intense, that’s why nejire and mirio brought his hero costume’s cape and gave it to you when it was time to sleep— he couldn’t get a wink of sleep because of the image of you with his cape, ugh! anyways, he does manage to leave it with you when he has to go away for a bit, because it says that it’s almost like he’s there with you. tamaki usually has to scramble on why he doesn’t have his usual cape.

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Cirque de Yuuie - MHA Various x f!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! So this is going to be a multi-part series of one shots. Each part will be a different character. There might be smut, we’ll see what happens. This is the introduction to the plot and characters. Some characters might have multiple parts as well. Let me know if you want anyone specific and also if you’d like to be added to their tag list! Also, let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated.

Intro

Your eyes cracked open, taking in the deep midnight hues that were cast over your room. Pale moonlight bathed everything in a faint glow.

You shifted, rolling to look at the clock on your bedside table. You groaned, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of your bed and turned toward your open window. You could hear the boisterous chatter from the streets below. A cool breeze swept in and danced along your heated skin, and you welcomed it with closed eyes and a soft sigh.

Each night you found yourself waking up restless and antsy, unsettled. You’d sit in the confines of your room, and then dress and make your way to the tavern across the road. Tonight was no different.

Your tired limbs trudged across the cobblestone, pushing through drunken bodies that reeked of liquor and sweat.

You grunted as you pushed open the heavy oak door, finding it just as congested as outside. Bodies littered the room heavily, the music and laughter so loud it left your ears ringing. You weaved through the empty spaces and took a seat on a stool by the bar.

“The usual?” You heard a voice called out.

You glanced up, locking eyes with the bar tender as you gave a faint smile and nod.

A glass was slid in your direction a few seconds later, and you wondered if he’d already had it ready for you. You figured that must be the case, it was routine at this point.

“No luck sleeping again, huh?” He said, leaning across the counter as you nursed your drink.

“Afraid not, seems like this is becoming my normal.” You gave a dry laugh, trying to offer up something lighthearted.

“Seems like it. Something troubling you?” His head cocked to the side.

“Just the usual, nothing too bad.” You said, shifting your glass around in your hand.

“Come on now, you waltz in here every night and drink, people with problems that aren’t too bad don’t find themselves perched on one of my stools this often.” He whispered, his gaze intense as he inched across the counter toward you. His hushed voice was lost in the roars of the crowd around you, but you could hear him clear as day.

He wasn’t wrong. You had to give him that. The cluster of people surrounding you dispersed as groups made their way to exit back to the street.

Mummers still resounded around the room, but in the now much quieter atmosphere, you felt yourself relaxing. You leaned forward, propping your elbows against the chipped counter and braced your cheek in your palm.

“I just feel...I don’t know...an overwhelming amount of disinterest in my life. I wake up, I work hard and long days, I come home, eat and bathe and sleep. It’s a never-ending cycle that I’m doomed to repeat each and every day. It all just feels so lackluster.” You said, your voice soft as your eyes gazed at nothing.

“Well, that is quite the conundrum. Might I ask, why don’t you just do something else?” He quipped back with a grin.

“If only it were that easy.” You sighed, eyes slowly drifting back to him.

“Isn’t it, though?” He asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Is it?” You asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Hear me out, I’m no stranger to a hard days work by any means, but I like what I do.” He shrugged.

“Making drinks?” You pressed.

“No, I watch people. Get to know them, help them sometimes. You work in a pub and you meet a lot of people, hear a lot of stories. People get a bit of alcohol in them and suddenly their lips become uncontrollably loose.” He chuckled.

“So you’re nosy, then?” You spat back, a smile turning the corners of your lips.

“I prefer curious, it sounds much more pleasant.” He offered.

He turned and grabbed an envelope from behind him and slid it across the counter to you. It was unmarked, other than the intricate wax seal holding it closed.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking it and inspecting the “CdY” ingrained in the seal.

“A chance to escape.” He shrugged, and then leaned back abruptly, hands grasping glassware and a towel to polish the crystals surface.

“What do I owe you?” You asked, standing and grabbing your coin purse.

“Nothing. This ones on me.” He waved his hand.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. By the way, what is your name?” You asked, tucking the envelope into your pocket.

“Shinso, now get out of here and go off to do whatever it is you do when you stumble out of here each night.” He called, waving his rag at you. You smiled at the mirth lighting his eyes, offering a wave as you turned and made your exit.

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You plopped onto your small wicker chair, it’s grooves lining up with your back perfectly, molded to your body after the countless hours you had spent hunched over in this seat.

Calloused fingertips reached to caress a fine silk that you’d never be able to afford. You pulled it to you, laying it across the table ahead and dug the patterns for a dress from the chest beside you at your feet.

You were a seamstress, and a fairly popular one. Women and men from both high and low society sought you out to tailor and craft their garments.

You had stitched an amazing collection of clothing, from simple gowns to the most intricate of pieces. Your customers had often boasted about your work, that you were able to create anything.

Until recently, you had been doing fairly well for yourself. You had purchased a home of your own, a massive feat for an unwed woman, especially one in her early twenties.

In the last six months, that had changed though. There had been civil unrest, looting and fighting at the capital. The local government had pushed back, increasing taxes heavily. With that blow came another, a new tailoring business on the other side of town. It offered cheap labor, using children from the orphanage as virtually free hands. The turn around was quick, much faster than the length of time it took you to produce a garment. But the quality was terrible. They used cheap labor and cheaper materials.

The first time you had seen their work, you had laughed till tears brimmed your eyes. However, the quick production and cheap cost had ended up hitting you hard. While the wealthy had no issue having you fashion something for them, most everyone else had flocked to them. It wasn’t terribly hard to do a simple stitch. To take in a gown or a suit. Suddenly, you found yourself praying for work as the jobs got fewer and fewer.

Meanwhile the heightened taxes left your coin purse extremely light. You hadn’t struggled like this in a very long time.

You finished the silken garment, folding it delicately over your arm as you took it over to the rack to hang.

Once hung, you patted off your apron and felt the crinkling of the forgotten envelope tucked in your pocket. You pulled it out, fingers dipping into the paper to tear it open. The red of the invitation was so bright, a high quality velvet lined in gold trim. You then wondered the status of your friendly barkeep, but chalked it up to his large amount of connections. Surely, a drunken man could be persuaded into giving an invitation in exchange for a free round.

Your eyes scanned along the paper, reading the fancy script that outlined the details of the event. You scoffed as you made your way back to your chair, shaking your head as the invitation was tossed onto your table.

A few moments passed before you picked it back up and read over the card again.

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Your heels clicked against the pavement as you approached the large gate before you. You were in a state of awe at the lights and music making the night feel alive.

You stopped at the ticket booth, met with a disgruntled employee who looked half asleep. His thick yellow quilt was pulled taunt around his body and his hollow eyes stared at you with something akin to annoyance.

“Welcome to “Cirque de Yuuie”, admission is ¥220.” His bored voice stated monotonously.

“Oh...I actually have an invitation.” You said, giving a weak smile.

He held your gaze for a moment before he quirked a brow, his eyes scanning over you before he gave a sigh and a shrug.

“Alright, give it here.” He held out his pale hand, and you gently placed the invite in his palm.

He quickly pressed a stamp to your hand and shooed you away, so you turned and entered in through the gate.

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You had wandered around the grounds for a while, but saw no familiar faces. It was odd, not even children were present. The cost had been rather high to enter, perhaps it was an adults only event.

After you had completed your lap, you were not too far from the entrance to the large tent in the center of the area. Red and white fabrics were draped beautifully, tied off with an intricately woven gold banding.

As you went to step forward, a large wooden pole cut in front of you, you gasped, your head shooting up to find a cheerful looking clown above.

“Whoops! S’cues me miss! Almost stepped on ya there!” He laughed, his painted lips opening to reveal his bright smile.

“Oh, no I’m sorry! I was enthralled by everything and wasn’t paying attention.” You waved him off.

“Ah don’t worry about it, it’s a beautiful night, and the tent looks great! I’ve been distracted by it myself! The names Mirio, by the way.”

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

He nodded and stepped to make his way off back into the crowd.

“HEY WAIT!” You heard a loud voice call out, and not a moment later, two more clowns turned the corner. One with green hair raced along side a blonde with large sunglasses and a lightening-shaped black streak in his hair. They were tailed by a very awkward and scared looking mime who ran behind them silently looking like he was going to be sick.

“Come on, Amajiki! Hurry up!” The blonde clown yelled behind him, causing the mime to flinch and pick up the pace. You laughed at their antics, they were definitely a good source of entertainment.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS IS YOUR ANNOUNCER: PRESENT MIC, PLEASE GATHER TO THE MAIN TENT AS THE FESTIVITIES ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN.....YEAAAHHH!!!!” A loud voice blared through the speakers overhead.

You pushed through the gathering crowd, entering through the fabric doorway. The ceilings were vaulted, and you were amazed by how large it seemed inside.

Chatter broke out amongst those around you as you passed a sign that read “Yuuie’s Spectacular Freak Show!”

You followed the corridor, peering in the labeled rooms as you passed by.

“Strongest Men Alive! All Might and Red Riot!” Inside the room were two muscular men. The blonde man was tall, looming over the crowd as he smiled and flex. The redhead was laying on a bed of nails, and a crazed looking woman with pink hair walked across him while he looked on unfazed.

“One Body- Two Men! Twice!” A man sat, arguing with himself, the crowd would call out questions and he’d answer two opposing ways, often breaking out into an argument. The crowd giggled and taunted as he yelled seemingly to himself.

“The Vampire: Toga!” Your stomach twisted as you watch the girl give a cat-like grin and chug a vial of blood. Shackles held her to her spot but she called out to the audience, telling them to come closer and let her have a drink.

“Invisible Girl: Toru!” You blinked at the empty room, rolling your eyes as you pushed past to the next stall.

“Frog Woman: Tsuyu!” A girl in a green dress crouched in a pool, her long tongue falling from her mouth as her large hand gave a wave. You couldn’t help but notice her webbed fingers and the faint croaks.

“Worlds Largest Woman: Mt Lady!” An insanely large woman sat on her knees, smiling and chatting with the audience. She was beautiful, but had to be at least 9’ tall.

“World’s Largest Man: Fatgum!” A very large man sat in the center of the room smiling and waving as he let children drift into his stall and eat from the various sweets lining the table beside him. Though the adults around you spoke insults quietly, you couldn’t help but think the man looked very kind. You smiled softly at the sight of a child hugging him in thanks before returning to their mothers side.

“Bird-Man: Hawks!” A young man laughed loudly, his beautiful red wings flapping as he gave a slight show to those who watched. Many looked on in awe and wonder, and women swooned at his charm. His feathers seemed to almost sparkle and while you noticed something mischievous in his gaze, you were mesmerized nonetheless.

“Dabi the Dragon and the Indestructible Bakugou!” This room was larger, and smoke poured out. You were curious about this one, as there was no crowd gathered out front. You only saw one person, a rather attractive but angry looking man, growling as he noticed you. He rolled his eyes as he lit off explosives in his hands.

Your hands shot up to cover your eyes, before peering out to see the man looked fine, bored even.

“That was amazing!” You exclaimed.

“Course it was!” He sneered.

Suddenly, the curtain behind him rustled and another man emerged from the darkness. He was shirtless, his body scared in burns that wrapped around his torso, arms and face. His black hair spiked wildly, just like the blonde beside him. He smirked at you, sauntering toward you before lifting your chin with his index finger.

“Want me to put on a show for you, doll face?” He whispered. You nodded mutely, feeling much like the mime you had saw earlier that night. He chucked and stepped back. His hand grasped a bottle and he turned his back toward you, taking a large swig from the drink.

He abruptly turned back, and blue flames shot from his mouth and filled the room. You could immediately feel the immense heat and no longer wondered how his scars came to be.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, giving a small cough before grinning at you.

“Well, what’d ya think, princess?”

“It was amazing! Does it hurt?” You asked.

“Hmm? Nah, not really. Just burns a little.” He snickered at his joke while Bakugou rolled his eyes in the background.

“I also do a bit of sword swallowing.” He added, stepping in close to you.

“Oh, yeah? That’s a neat talent to have.” You spat back awkwardly.

“I could teach you, after the show that is. I’ve got a good one for you to practice on.” His deep voice said in a hushed tone, hot breath hitting you as his hand gripped the crotch of his pants.

You stumbled back quickly, mumbling about needing to find a seat, and then ran off to the main room of the tent.

Your heart was pounding as you took an empty seat in the front row that had your invitation number on it.

The lights around you dimmed and the seats behind began filling quickly. People chatted amongst themselves until the music changed and the curtains at the far side of the tent were drawn.

A pale looking man with light blue hair and red eyes slowly walked out, taking center stage.

“Welcome. I’m so glad all of you came to join us for the show.” His hoarse voice spoke out loudly. His eyes dragged along the audience, taking in those around him.

“My name is Shigaraki and I’ll be your host tonight. You’ll see things that you never imagined, acts of wonder put on display before you. Prepare to be in awe and amazed.” He cheered, giving and eerie grin.

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Halfway through the show, they called for an intermission. The lights brightened as people stood and flocked outside to grab drinks and food.

You stayed put, reflecting on the show so far. There had been an amazing act with tightrope walking, acrobats and aerial silks. They had been called “Children of the Sky” by those sat around you. Aoyama, Mina, Uraraka and Nejire were their names.

Then there had been the father and son act of fire performance. Enji and Shouto Todoroki. They danced with fire and spun batons and hoops that were blazing. Their act would have been more enjoyable if the father had been quiet, but instead every few moments he’d call out to his son correcting his posture and moves. Mid performance, Dabi had joined them on stage. His blue flames shining brightly in contrast. He had quickly noticed you and his eyes lit up as your stomach filled with dread.

He marched over, pulling you from your seat as gasps and whispers of his damaged skin rang through the crowd. He didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t care. He had spun you around, dancing as his azure fire lit his arms. You were worried you’d be burned, but the fire never touched your skin. He brushed his arms with his hands, extinguishing the flame, as the music had haunted. You watched the smoke rise from his skin as you frowned, but he simply took your hand and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it before walking away.

You heard a voice rasp out “fucking show off” before seeing the angry blonde, Bakugou, take off after him.

Now you sat, watching a small man with balls on his head. He wore a jesters outfit and juggled before those left seated in the crowd. Slowly he made his way to you.

“Hey, how do you know Dabi?” He asked bluntly, wonder in his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t. Not really. I saw him in the freak show. That’s all.” You said, uncomfortable with the small mans leering.

“You actually watched him?” He asked dumbfounded. “No wonder he’s all over you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked perplexed.

“Uh hello, he’s gross looking. Definitely not as attractive as someone like me.” He beamed at you. You stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond and afraid to break the poor guys dilution.

“Hey I also do puppet stuff, you wanna see?” He asked, tone chipper.

“Oh, no that’s okay-“

“Okay cool, watch this!” He cut you off, pulling a small puppet from his suit. He dropped it and it limply hit the ground, the string much too long for him. The puppet dragged around weirdly as the jester spoke in a high pitch, giving the wooden body a voice.

You blinked, watching the train wreck as the doll slid through the dirt, getting jerked around by the man before you. He picked up the puppet and threw it at you, it landing in your lap. Then he pulled the string and yanked it back to the ground. You abruptly stood and walked away, hearing him call after you, but you only quickened your pace.

Once outside in the fresh air, a loud bellowing laugh burst from your lips. That was the weirdest thing you’ve ever had to deal with and you had been holding in laughing in the strange boys face.

“Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” A voice cut in.

Your head quickly spun, meeting the red eyes of the ring leader.

“Yeah! It’s nice, you guys are doing an amazing job!” You scratched your neck, feeling the hairs on your arms standing at the sudden tension as the mans smile fell.

“You weren’t invited here.” He stated.

“I...well I was given an invitation.” You replied.

“It wasn’t yours though. It wasn’t meant for you.” He said, eyes blank as his head cocked to the side.

“No, it wasn’t. I don’t know who it belonged to. A bartender gave it to me.” You explained.

“Hmm, is that so? Well, do enjoy the show then. But do me a favor, sit in a different seat when you go back in.” He sneered, and then he was gone as quickly as he had appeared.

You headed back inside, choosing a different seat in the front row that had been unclaimed earlier.

The music roared again as the clowns, Midoriya, Kaminari and Mirio, put on a show. Kaminari was being shocked while Midoriya rode around on a unicycle. Mirio stayed on his stilts and walked around the stage dancing and doing tricks. The trio was truly fun to watch, and then the mime, Amajiki, was shoved forward. A spotlight hit him as he stood frozen in fear.

“Come on buddy, you can do it!” Mirio whispered loudly in support.

Amajiki took in a big breath and lifted his arms, hands shaking as he formed an invisible wall in front of himself when a box hit him in the head and a drunken man “booed”. Amajiki immediately rushed to the shadows, pressing his face into the wall of the tent as an air of dread surrounded him.

“Uhhh...look over here!” Midoriya yelled out, pulling the attention of the crowd as he gave a large shock to Kaminari. Kaminari then “beeped” and “booped” and drooled as he wobbled around. The audience cheered and laughed.

Finally it was time for the final act of the night, the mysterious and powerful Mr. Compress.

A spotlight roamed the stage, and in a cloud of smoke he appeared. He wore a mask, top hat and yellow overcoat. His cane tapped against the floor with each step he took.

“Tonight, I will make you question everything you know about the world. Everything you believe to be real!” He called, and the crowd went wild, hooting and hollering.

He started with a few jokes, one about how he wasn’t the type to pull a rabbit from his hat, but then his hat shifted and he took it off. He pulled out the first rabbit, and then another, and then two more. You laughed at his seeming confusion. Finally, he plopped his hat back on his head and called out Bakugou to the stage. Bakugou marched to him, stomping his feet and crossing his arms as he came to a stop beside the magician.

Mr. Compress draped a large piece of fabric over the man, and then quickly pulled the cloth back to reveal a confused looking Shouto.

“I was just over there.” Shouto said, pointing to the other side of the tent.

“Yes! And now you’re over here!” Compress smiled, giving a grand wave of his arm.

“Aren’t I the one doing the magic then?” Shouto said blandly while Compress laughed.

“Alright then, do another trick for us.” Mr. Compress said, his tone amused. Shouto stood there silently, expression blank.

“I’m-“

“YOUR FIRE! USE YOUR FIRE SHOUTO!” His father yelled from off stage. Shouto glanced behind him, annoyance radiating from him.

“No. Nevermind. Just put me back where i was.” He said to Compress. Not a second later, the cloth was thrown over him and pulled off to reveal what looked like 100 butterflies.

The crowed oohed and awed in response, and you felt your eyes widen in amazement as well. It was so quick, you were trying to understand the trick, but could hardly wrap your head around it. This guy was good.

He went through a few more tricks, each a little better than the last. Finally he called for a volunteer from the audience.

Many hands shot into the air, while yours meekly raised. You weren’t one who gravitated to the spotlight, in fact, you had no desire to go onto the stage and have everyone’s eyes on you. But, you had promised yourself you’d let go for tonight and do as the bartender recommended. Escape.

Perhaps he could sense your distress, or maybe it was just because you were the closest to him, but he slowly walked toward you and extended his hand.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love it if you could assist me madam.”

You smiled, cursing inwardly at yourself, as you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet and lead you to the stage.

Red Riot ran over holding a heavy wooden chair, one you might find used as a throne.

Compress lifted the bottom of his mask and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, much like Dabi did, before directing you to take a seat. You did as you were asked, feeling the heat of the light on you, thankful that it’s blinding light prevented you from being able to see the crowd.

Mr. Compress started his speech about defying nature, and the use of powerful magic.

“Do not look away for a second, it is imperative you see your reality bent before you. With the help of my beautiful assistant, I will show you that the limitations we set for ourselves are often just an illusion. Anything you can think of is possible!”

He turned toward you, pulling the yellow coat from his body and leaving himself in his black vest and pants, the orange shirt beneath now visible. He pushed up his sleeves and held his hands outstretched toward you. You felt the chair jerk and sucked in a breath. It lurched again, and soon you were floating above the ground. You kicked your feet and smiled, trying your hardest not to shift in the chair.

Then the lights flickered, and a spotlight fell from the ceiling, crashing into the empty seat that had been assigned to your invitation.

In the moment of chaos, the chair dropped harshly, cracking against the ground as the impact tossed you to the side. You grunted, the wind knocked from your lungs and your eyes unfocused after smacking your head in the fall.

Screams were heard as the crowd panicked and scattered, the roars of animals following after them.

A harsh tug lifted you back onto your feet, and in the darkness you could see nothing, but allowed the person to drag you from the tent as your head spun.

Your mind was trying to process as you were pulled into a trailer, and as your body met the cot inside, you fell unconscious.

#dabi x reader #bakugou x reader #mr compress x reader #shigaraki x reader #mirio x reader #amajiki x reader #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #fatgum x reader #aizawa x reader #shinsou x reader #hawks x reader #kirishima x reader #all might x reader #endeavour x reader #kaminari x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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whoneedssubtitles · 3 years

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a pleasure to meet you ☁️

pairing: deku x black!reader

summary: meeting deku on your first day

genre: slice of life, fluff

wc: 0.5k

author’s note: this is the first post in daydream, my collection of mha x black!reader one-shots. i hope you enjoy :)

This is real.

We're walking, we're walking. One foot in front of the other, yes, that's how you walk. With your legs.

You looked down at your dark green knee socks as your patent leather shoes clicked against the concrete, the sound grounding you in reality because this was not a dream—no matter how reflective the glass windows were or how high the classroom building stretched into the sky or how bright the blooming flowers were or—was that an explosion quirk I just saw? You pinched yourself. This is UA. The best hero course with the best students and pro-heroes awaited you beyond those doors, and all you had to do was take a single step.

You stood in front of the UA building, a folder and a loose piece of paper held tightly in your hand. You held it out under the sunlight, anxious fingers flattening out the campus map. Your gaze flickered between the circled location on the map and the gate in front of you, though you had walked past the campus more than enough times to know you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

You stood up straighter; your backpack weighed you down slightly, but you did her best to keep a good posture. First impressions are everything; it's why you spent literal hours finger-coiling your hair, even if the aches in your arms screamed at you to stop. The wind gently blew through the courtyard, causing the leaves on the trees to rub against each other to create the sound of a soft applause. Goosebumps rose on your skin as your skirt ruffled against your thighs, but the sunlight warmed you back up, casting a warm glow on your brown skin.

The sound of muffled murmurs trickled into your ears from behind you until you felt something crash into you, your body lurching forward. Instinctively, you moved your arms to break your fall, but you were frozen in the midst of it, your wrist pulled behind you.

"I'm so sorry!" A green-haired boy blurted out, his hands tightly wrapped around your wrist. "I should've been more careful." He helped you back up so you could stand up straight.

You squinted as she turned to face him, the sun beaming down at your face. "No, it's okay! I probably shouldn't have been standing in the middle of the way," you said with a small laugh and shrug of your shoulders. You held out a hand for the boy to shake. "I'm (y/n)."

He took your hand quickly, the callouses and scars of his rough hand welcomed the juxtaposition of your much softer one. He smiled at you, giving your hand a small squeeze. "Izuku Midoriya. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Your tongue felt dry in your mouth, only able to offer a measly, "You too."

The two stood there for a moment, hands frozen in a handshake.

"What class are you in?" Izuku asked as you pulled your hands apart. He took a few steps towards the building, you matching his pace.

"1A, but I'm a transfer," you explained. "It's my first day."

"So you're Mineta's replacement..."

"Who?"

Deku shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Nobody important."

getting some fresh air with bakugo. waking up with mirio. daydream masterlist.

#daydream #mha #deku x reader #deku x black!reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x black!reader #izuku x reader #mha x reader #mha x black reader #mha deku #mha fluff #deku fluff #izuku fanfic #deku fic

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miah-pooh · 3 years

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Miah || 19 || Black Writer || She/her || Bisexual

May 12th || Taurus || 19

Fav Characters: Katsuki Bakugo (MHA) and Leone (Akame Ga Kill)

Welcome to my page, I'm glad to see someone interested in my writing but Hi! A little about me is I’m currently a college student and I use writing as a place to escape reality. I been writing for a while and i decided it was time to post my writing on here.

Please I ask minors do not Interact with my stuff. I tend to write Dark content, smut but I do write fluff, and angst. Please do read the warning before reading my stories there will be a warning in the beginning of all my stories. I have a taglist that is linked in my bio if you wanted to be tagged in my stories when they get posted.

But overall I'm here to make friends and connect with everyone. If you just want to talk don’t be afraid to shoot me a message I text back.

If you do decided to bring negatively to my page you WILL be blocked.

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Request Rule

You can request a drabble or you can submit a story you would like to see in the future. I write both SFW and NSFW. I write for many characters and i update my list of characters i write for so if your looking for a certain character just ask me and I’ll let you know. I kind a write a little bit of anything and everything but if you happen to ask for something I'm not comfortable with I will let you know. Make sure you check my bio to see when request are open.

Characters I Write for :

MHA (All characters are aged up)

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Mirio Togata

Mina Ashido

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Things I Will Write:

Fluff

Ansgt

Crack

Smut

Yandere

Incest

Degradation

Bloodplay

Gunplay

Character x Reader x Character

DDLG

Dilf/Milf

Age Gap

Assplay

Mostly anything that not listed in the this I won’t write its alot

Things I Won’t Write:

Rape

pedophillia

Character x Charater ships ( I don’t have a problem with it I just like to insert y/n)

Self-Harm

Suicide

Pissplay

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Anime’s I’ve watched

Inuyasha

My Hero Academia

Angel Beats

Akame Ga Kill

Food Wars

Death Note

Tokyo Ghoul

Demon Slayer

Sword Art Online

Hunter x Hunter

Haikyuu

Yashahime Princess Half demon

Kakegurui

Fairy Tail

The Ones within

Scum’s wish

Symphogear

A Certain Scientific Railgun

Sailor Moon

Death Parade

Send sum I should watch

#aboutme #rules #blog rules #miah-pooh #talks w/ Miah #Miah's rules #guidlines

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Wetter| Mirio Togata X BlackFem!Reader

Hi friends, this is my first part for my 1k collaborative event. Other pieces can be found here, as well as the other writers participating in the event.

Summary: Wolf!Mirio headed to his favorite stream for an afternoon swim, imagine his surprise when he finds a pretty black fairy peering over his shoulder… and she’s naked ?

Warning (18+) NSFW Content- Minors Do Not Interact

TW: Blood, Oral Sex, Casual Sex, Fantasy AU

I do not own MHA, MHA characters or anything associated with the brand. Never proofread.

DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT

Waves of heat from the early morning sun pelted Mirio’s back, making him pant and sweat profusely. It was HOT. Even though he’d shed his clothes somewhere in the woods after shifting, the heat was still unbearable. Wolf-hybrids typically ran hot, and he knew that if he didn’t get some relief quickly, he’d probably pass out. So, he decided to go to his favorite spot for a swim.

It was a nice little bubbling brook, complete with a small waterfall and shaded by large trees. Surrounded by pretty flowers, large mushroom and gorgeous butterflies. It was like something out of a fairytale.

Along the way he saw Tamaki’s fairy friend. Well, half fairy if you’re being technical, but judging by the way she smelled right now you wouldn’t be able to tell. Must be her frenzy again, he thought as he waved her down. He tried to chat with her for a bit, but she was a little weirded out about his naked body. Mirio didn’t really understand because nudity was normal within the shifter communities, but her and Tamaki were shy about it. She told him that she hadn’t seen the reclusive wolf and she was going to look for him. So, Mirio sent his regards and headed towards the stream.

“Ahh- just what I needed.” Mirio sighed, wading through the stream until the water was at his waist. Which was pretty high considering he’s like 6’8. Closing his eyes, he dove underneath swimming a short distance before resurfacing and spotting what looked like a woman … and she was naked. Now that’s something you don’t see every day, he thought, shaking the water from his damp hair and rubbing at his blurry eyes to make sure he was seeing clearly.

He was. And she was gorgeous.

Brown skin that shimmered in the morning sun. Long, braided locs that swept against her hips and thighs. Perfect facial features that would put most women to shame. Topping it all off with translucent blue wings. Oh wow, she’s beautiful! Maybe I should go talk to her?, he thought, gaze locked on your figure as you moved out of view. What a shame, it was a pretty show, and he’s not necessarily ready for it to be over with.

Wolf eyes squinting, homing in on her silhouette that was masked as she moved further under the waterfall. Mirio dove and was standing in front of you with just three long strides. Although the waterfall’s pressure wasn’t bad, it was still pretty loud so it was be hard to hear someone approaching if you didn’t have very good hearing. Thank god Mirio was a wolf because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be able to hear your singing. Fluffy blonde ears twitching, and tail wagging as he moved closer. Bewitched by the stunning figure with the mesmerizing voice.

“That’s a pretty song” Big, sparkly, eyes snapped open leaving the blonde wolf awestruck. You were even prettier up close, and you smelled even better. “O-oh! Haha, you scared me” Laughter bubbled from your chest and your wings fluttered nervously. Blinking up at him with long, wispy lashes that kissed your cheek with each glance. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself” he smiled, revealing his sharp white canines making the little fairy gasp and back up. Alarmed by your reaction, Mirio threw his hands up and shook his head. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna hurt you, I just thought you were pretty!” Your smile returned at his words, “Aww, thank you! I think you’re pretty too.” This comment had his fluffy tail wagging, splashing water up between them.

“That’s sweet, I’m Mirio.” He extended his large hand, palm up and you placed yours in his. “I’m (Y/N), Nice to meet you.” Instead of shaking it, the blonde man brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “The pleasure is all mines” he winked, drawing out another giggle. “I’ve never met a wolf before, I didn’t think you’d be this nice”. Tossing your wet braids over your shoulder as you gazed up at the taller man, giving him a clear view of your full breast and budding nipples. Thank god for cold water. He cleared his throat, “Some of us aren’t, but I think I’m pretty okay. I know tons of fairies”.

“Really?!” you exclaimed, “Maybe you can help me. I was looking for my cousin. She’s only half fairy, but she probably looks like me.” Gesturing towards your face and skin, “I’ve never met her, but I believe she’s called ___”. A large smile stretched across his face, “Wow! I do know her, you actually just missed her. She was headed to my best bro Tamaki’s house”. The butterflied that erupted in his stomach at your excited squeal were unmatched. “REALLY? Would you take me to her?” Your hands flew to his arms and gripped his huge biceps. The muscle tensed under your cool touch, it felt nice. Grinning, he nodded, “Of course I will, little fairy.” He petted your head and let his hand slide down your shoulder. So tiny, the thought had his dick twitching. Don’t get the wrong idea, he’s not some creepy predator, and he actually wants to help BUT it’d be impossible to deny how attractive you were to him.

Overjoyed, you stepped forward to give him a hug but winced and lost your balance. Luckily, Mirio caught your waist and pulled you against his chest , “Whoa there, sweetheart. You okay?” Nodding, you stared up at him. This handsome man. This huge handsome man that could probably end you without even thinking about it, was gently holding you flush against him with a look of concern that was semi masked by his bright smile.

“Heh, not really.” You blinked, trying to ignore how warm his hands felt on your waist. “I hurt my self. I’ve been flying for 2 days straight, and I was tired. So, I stopped to rest on a tree, but fell off. DIdn’t have time to catch myself and cut my leg”. Still holding you waist, Mirio stepped back to see the long scratch that went up from your knee to you inner thigh. It wasn’t fatal, but it still seemed painful. “I get it” he paused for a second, glancing at your cerulean wings, “You’re a water fairy and you were trying to heal yourself”.

“How’d you know?” Genuinely confused because you knew absolutely nothing about humans or hybrids. Been told to stay away from them your whole life because they’d swallow a little fairy, like you, up whole. “I told you I know lots of fairies! My ex-girlfriend Neijire is a water fairy.” The thought made your heart thump and cheeks burn for some reason. “O-oh that’s cool. Well, yeah I tried to heal myself, but I’m too weak from exhaustion right now”.

This was concerning. Mirio is the kind of guy that goes out of his way to help people, and the thought of you struggling alone in these woods didn’t sit well with him. Feeling conflicted because he knew that he could heal her, but he didn’t want to come off creepy. A lot of people had to him that he could be a little overzealous, borderline inappropriate when it came to socialization. He’s a big guy, with an even bigger personality. Some people were put off by this. Especially since he was always naked. Non-wolves found this weird. Its not his fault though. His wolf DNA in conjunction with his massive size led to him overheating often. Clothes were more of an inconvenience, than a necessity; if he was going to shift he’d lose them anyway. His nudity didn’t seem to bother you, heck you were naked yourself. Never making an attempt to cover yourself up as you conversated with him like you’d known eachother forever. He liked that. Even your bubbly personality matched up with his. Definitely his type of girl.

“I can help you”.

💦💥

Mirio’s home wasn’t very far from the waterfall. About a thirty minute walk. Could’ve gotten their in ten minutes, but he took the scenic route. He’d insisted on carrying you bridal style the whole way. You didn’t protest, it felt nice to have strong arms around you while you held onto his neck. Chatting along the way about family, friends, and life in general. By the time you’d made it to his house, the two of you felt like old friends.

“I’m just gonna sit you down right here, little one” he says, laying you down on his living room floor .He kneels in front of you running his finger over the jagged line. “How bad does is hurt?” he murmers, noticing how you flinched as his hand went higher. “Not very much” you respond, smiling up at him bashfully. He smirks, “then why are you squirming, little one?” Calloused fingers graze the tips of your wings, making you shiver. Before you could respond, there was a loud thud followed by a growl.

“What was that?” you inquired, looking to where the sound came from. Mirio lifted his head sniffing the air. A faint pink shadow dusted is cheeks and his ears twitched as he focused on the sound. “Seems like Tamaki is in a rut, and ____ is in a frenzy. I guess they’re … helping eachother out” he smirked. Another bump and it cause some items to fall off a nearby shelf, making you jump and grip unto his shoulders, pulling him down on top of you.

Mirio has excellent self-control. He’s not the type of go to get thrown into a rut over any sweet smell, but you were definitely testing his resolve. Inhaling deeply when his nose pressed against your neck. Growling lowly when you whimpered and squirmed beneath him. “Settle down, little one. Wouldn’t want to start something, would we?” He nipped at your ear and pulled himself up to regard you, amused at how your eyes darkened and lips curled up at the implication. Are you a dirty little fairy, y/n? he pondered, eyes trailing down your nude body. He could smell the arousal pooling between your legs and he raised a brow.

“Is your frenzy getting close, sweetheart?” he asks, brushing his knuckles over your sensitive wings. “In two weeks” you respond, eyes never leaving his. Not even when you felt something hardening against your leg. Leaning forward, he brushed the tips of your noses together. “If you stay, then maybe I can help you”.

“How ?”

Mirio chuckled, holding your hips down while pressed your lips together. Biting down on your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Enjoying the you tasted. Enjoying the way you moaned. The heady aroma of your arousal filled his senses, making his chest rumble a purring sound that had you gushing slick down your thighs. Two fingers slid up your thighs, picking up the trail of wetness that seeped down. “For me?” he asked, holding up two fingers coated with the glittery liquid and sticking them in his mouth. Nodding, you watched him suck on his fingers like it was his last meal. Completely lost in the moment until he shifted and pressed down on your wound with his claws.

Mirio jumped back when you yelped, brows furrowed and moth agape when he saw the blood on his hand. “I’m sorry! I completely forgot about this.” Embarrassedly shaking his head and looking away from you. “S’okay” Pushing up on your elbows, you place your hand on his cheek and smiled, “didn’t you say you could help me?” Which time? He thought, nodding as he pushed you back down on the fur rug. “Do you know much about wolf hybrids?” He paused, closing his eyes as he licked the blood off his hand and continuing after you shook your head. “Our saliva has healing properties; I can lick you and make it all better.”

Mirio held your leg up by the ankle, and began running his fat tongue over the wound. Like the rest of him, his tongue was hot and heavy against your flesh. Swirling circles on laceration and swallowing the mixture of blood and slick that clung to your thighs as he moved it. Grunting when he reached the top of the tear, but unable to stop because you tasted so damn good.

Fairy juices spilled from your core, leaving your cute cunt nice and sparkly. “My my, what a pretty little pussy you have, little fairy”. Blowing a stream of cool air against your folds and holding your hips down to keep you still. “The better to p-please you with , Mr. Wolf.” His cock twitched. “s’that so?” Claws extended, he tapped your inner thighs, “think you can handle it?” The blonde wolf pressed down harder, watching as you wince, but bit your lip. A clear indication that you didn’t mind a little pain. “I can take it”.

Mirio’s whole mouth covered your cunt. Long tongue sliding between both holes. Lips closing around your folds. Nose rubbing against your clit. Nails biting your plump thighs. There was so much going on. Your mind was empty. Barely maintaining lucidity as he worked you with his mouth. He lifted your ass off the ground for a better angle to plunge his tongue inside your core.

“M-Mirio~” you moaned his name, gripping his blonde hair and rolling your hips against his mouth. Steady growling, his hands snaked around your back to graze his claws over the sensitive apex of your wings. Overcome with pleasure, your back arch and you screaming his name. Wailing while your body spasmed with aftershocks of your orgasm.

Hazily, you reach down for his face and he pulls up just enough to lock eyes while his tongue continuously flicked over your bud. “P-please fuck me, Mirio” you stammered, making him chuckle. A glob a spit and slick fell to your core, accompanied by two thick fingers. He kissed your clit and rested his head on your thigh, staring into your eyes as he scissored his fingers in your cunt. “I don’t know if this little pussy can take me just yet. Let’s get you wetter”.

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