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cosmiles · 10 months

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𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

➢ the story of how kirishima falls in love with you

note: this is actually the fic that inspired me to come back and write again. it was dated feb 2021 but i don't remember ever posting it lol. it seemed fitting as my first fic back. i hope you enjoy <33

characters: kirishima

content: fluff, slight angst, mutual pinning, insecurities, 2nd-year kirishima and friends :p

words: 2.6k

Being in love is like being on cloud nine. Your heart swells with love and it feels like nothing could bring you down to Earth. Except for maybe the cold, dark feeling of rejection. Where it feels like an arrow has been shot through your heart and you come crashing to the ground. Wheezing for air, while the person of your affection rips your heart into a billion little pieces.

And Eijirou Kirishima would 100 percent wholeheartedly agree with that statement. As most people do, he’s had his fair share of crushes and rejections. Six to be exact. Yet, Kirishima never knew where he went wrong. He followed the same plan every time. Once he knew he had a crush, Eijirou would try to become close with them and then confess after he built up his courage. But each time, he was met with rejection after rejection.

Each time Kirishima would bounce back, but after a while, it just hurt too much. It didn't help that he was rejected six times before he even went to high school, but each person was rude in their response. Rejection is bad enough, but to rub dirt into the new wound was uncalled for and downright “unmanly.”

And those rejections certainly didn’t help Eijirou's insecurities. But even with his new makeover before high school, the insecurities were still very present. No matter how hard Kirishima tried to push them down, they still seem to float back up in his head. Especially when you were around.

You, the one with the smile that lifted everyone’s moods. You, the one with slicked-back edges that always stayed in place in a different hairstyle every 2 weeks. You, the one that helped everyone without a complaint. You, the one that stayed stuntin' even in a school uniform. You, the one that had everyone listening when you talked. You, the one that made Kirishima’s brain decide to clock out.

To be completely honest, Kirishima never thought he would crush on you. Not because you weren't good-looking, which you were, and exactly his type. But, because he assumed he would always see you as a friend. You both had major chemistry from the beginning, constantly acting like you knew each other for years instead of just meeting. This, of course, led to the both of you becoming instant friends.

He didn't even have an ounce of romantic feelings till the day they moved into the dorms. As Kirishima showed off his room, both you and Uraraka lit up with excitement. But he wasn’t worried about her. He was stuck on all the compliments you were giving on his room.

“Oh, Eiji! Your room is perfect! It matches your vibe perfectly!” You said as you peered around his room. Everyone, minus Uraraka, was completely unfazed and moved to the next room. He went to follow, yet you were still peering around his room with amazement in your eyes.

“You coming y/n?” He asked, watching you turn away from the books on his shelf.

“Yeah, sorry! I just really like how much your room represents you! It's so cool!” You stated while you both tried to catch up with the others.

‘It would be better if you were in it.’ He thought with a smile before his brain did a double-take. What did he just say? Or rather think?

That was the day the seed was planted and the thought of you was embedded in his brain.

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At first, Kirishima swore it was a phase. Doesn’t everyone think about dating their friend at least once? Then one night, he thought about what it would be like to hold you while he slept. Would you let him be big spoon or prefer him to be little? He found out two things that night: one, that he had fallen for you hard, and two, how hard it was to sleep without you.

After that revelation, he’s never been the same around you. Before, Eijirou had no problem talking with you. But now, it just seemed like every time he tried to talk to you or vice versa, his heart thought it was the perfect time to run a marathon. He would start the conversation fine, but by the end, he regretted every sentence he said. 'Was that compliment too far? Did you think his joke was stupid? You laughed, but was it out of pity?'

It was a very bittersweet crush. Of course, Kirishima loved being around you and making you smile, but he hated when you walked away and his insecurities took over. It also didn’t help that he wasn't the only one that wanted to get with you. His self-doubting thoughts would constantly remind Eijirou about how much better his “competition” was and that you would probably choose them over him anyways. With his luck, it wasn’t likely that anyone he liked would like him back, especially someone as gorgeous as you. So, the safe bet was to just stay friends and wait for his feelings to hopefully die out.

Fortunately, his friends were having none of that. They first found out about his crush a month into it. Of course, Sero and Denki clowned him for it while Mina was acting like a little kid in a candy store. Bakugo pretended like he could care less, assuming this “little crush” would blow over. He gave Kirishima another two weeks, maybe a month. But, a month turned into two, then three, and suddenly, they were halfway through their second year. And Eijirou was still a lovesick puppy.

At this point, they were all irritated that he still didn’t make a move. It wasn’t funny to Sero and Denki anymore and Mina had been ready for Kirishima to make the next step. But, seeing as nothing had changed from the time they found out, they decided to take matters into their own hands. So, on one of the days that Eijirou was at his internship, his friends forced themselves into Bakugo’s room to brainstorm.

Every idea was shot down by Bakugo for being too elaborate or likely to fail. After two hours of brainstorming with no ideas, Bakugo finally put his two cents into the conversation. He suggested that they should just give him a “little push” by talking to him. It seemed like a simple plan so they all agreed. And that’s how Kirishima found himself tapped to a chair, later that night.

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It was like an interrogation scene in a cliche cop movie. Eijirou was surrounded by his friends who were all dressed in black with sunglasses (yes even Bakugo; Mina made them do it).

“So, um what is this?” Kirishima asked, receiving blank stares and a lamp shoved in his face as a response.

“This is an intervention!” Mina replied.

“An intervention? Uh, what did I do?” He questioned. His brain started scanning through everything he had ever done.

“Take a wild guess, idiot,” Bakugo growled, as he ripped off his sunglasses.

“Is this because I borrowed one of your tubs of eco gel? I ran out of mine and yours smelled so good.” He asked Mina.

“Wait what? No-” Mina started before getting interrupted by Kirishima.

“Um, is this because I helped Sero tape all of Bakugo’s drumsticks to the ceiling? Or because I helped Denki and you-” He rambled before Mina cut him off.

“Ok, ok, ok. Stop snitching on us and yourself.” She glanced over to Bakugo who was barely being held back by Denki. “This is about you and y/n.”

Kirishima’s heart started sprinting after hearing your name. They already knew how he felt so what more did they want?

“Wh-what about y/n?” He asked.

“Bro, we’re almost third years yet you still haven’t made a move,” Sero replied as he ran to the other side of the room to avoid Bakugo's wrath.

“Yeah, not gonna lie it's kinda embarrassing and hard to watch,” Denki added.

“He’s right but that’s beside the point. I mean it's not that hard, all you have to do is just tell them.” Mina stated, clearly starting to get irritated.

“It's not that simple though. There are so many things that could go wrong. For one, I could lose our friendship. Or I might-” Kirishima started before being interrupted by Sero.

“Wow, it's been a while since I’ve seen you whine like this.”

“I’m not whining! I’m just stating facts! Jeez, let me speak out loud.” Kirishima yelled.

“If it makes you feel better, a couple of people in general studies were thinking about asking them out soon,” Denki added, earning a glare from everyone.

“I- how does that make me feel better?” Kirishima asked.

“Well, you see..good point,” Denki replied.

“You guys aren't helping whatsoever!” Mina groaned. “You know what! Everybody out! Right now!”

“Tch, I didn’t even say anything. Besides this is my room.” Bakugo mumbled.

“Jeez, Bakugo if you didn’t want them to find your stash of All Might merch that’s all you had to say,” Denki stated, before walking out of the room.

“Run that back?” Bakugo asked, his eye twitching violently.

“He probably got more than Midoriya,” Sero sneered as he followed after Denki.

“Racoon eyes, try not to trash my room. These two idiots need to relearn their lesson.” Bakugo states, the little pops of his explosions sounding around the room. He flies out of his room, slamming the door shut in the process.

“That’s not my name and you know it!” Mina yells as she ignores the faint explosions and screams. “Look, Kiri. Ignore them, but seriously when are you going to tell y/n you like them?”

“I-” Eijirou started before Mina interrupted him.

“Do I have to lock you in the closet? Cause I will if I have to!”

“What no! I just-”

“You just what? I honestly don’t get what’s stopping you, Kiri. I mean none of us can see into the future so who knows what could happen? This decision could change your life for the better! I just don’t want you to regret this.” Mina stated.

Kirishima thought this over, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. Mina was right. He did say he wanted to live life to the fullest without regrets. So what was stopping him? Rejection. Getting hurt again. Losing one of his best friends. The fear of not being able to recover from this. But he couldn’t let that hold him back. Not after all he’s worked for. Not after how far he’s come. He was Red Riot. Unbreakable.

“I’ll do it.” He replied.

“You sure? Because I have three other pages of ideas.” Mina joked.

“Yeah, this has been going on for far too long,” Eijirou answered. “But, um, can you take this tape off now?”

“After you replace my eco gel. Don't think I forgot about that!”

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It was two more weeks before Kirishima made his move. Two long weeks where he was ready to confess and backed out. Honestly, his friends all thought they were going to have another “intervention”. And as Kirishima was yet again preparing to back out and try again next week, he overheard someone from general studies talking about asking you out soon. Eijirou was running out of time.

During lunch, you agreed to meet him behind the school after classes let out. His friends saw and knew exactly what was about to happen. For the rest of lunch, they hyped him up and built up his confidence. Kirishima felt like nothing could bring him down. He was unstoppable, unbreakable.

Yet when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, his insecurities started bubbling in his stomach. All of that confidence from lunch was still there but quickly fleeing. But Eijirou couldn’t back out now. He was right at the finish line.

‘No regrets. No regrets.’ He repeated to himself as he sped-walk to behind the school. And as soon as he got a glimpse of your hair, his nerves went into overdrive. He could do this. He couldn’t do this. He could do this. He couldn’t do this. He could do this.

“Hey, Eiji!” You said, with your signature smile. Well, there goes his heart.

“Hey- uh hi y/n. Were you waiting here long?” He replies. And there goes his brain.

“Nope, I had to help Tsuyu real quick. So, what did you have to tell me?” You asked. Oh no. Here it comes.

“I- well I wanted to tell you that I um...” Kirishima started. He couldn’t do this. This would ruin everything. All of his insecurities were bubbling up and crashing around in his head. It was like he was in middle school all over again. Palms sweaty. Throat closed. Everything crashing down. He can’t do this. He can’t do this. He can’t-

“Eiji? Is everything ok?” You ask, clearly confused about what was going on. He peered into your eyes. They were full of warmth, hope. He had to do this. So Kirishima bit the bullet and poured out his heart to you.

“I like you. A lot. And at first, I thought this was just a phase but it's not. This is too hard to fake and nothing could replace this feeling. And I get that you probably have a line of people trying to date you and I know I could never live up to that. But if we were together I would never lie, make you cry, or do something behind your back. I would be faithful and always stay through the good or bad, all day every day. Y/n, you’re the one for me and I want to be the one for you. If- if you’ll let me?”

It was done. Now to prepare for the rejection. But, it never came. You were silent. Your warm eyes were blown into shock. It looked like there were so many things you wanted to say, yet no sound came out. While it looked like you were having an existential crisis, Eijirou was having one of his own. His fight or flight was activated, but he knew he had to stay. Your response meant everything to him.

“Do you- did you mean that?” You questioned, eyes glassy.

“I- yeah. Every word.” He replied. He had come this far already; might as well go the whole mile.

“Well then, you’ve got my heart.” You answered.

Yup. He figured you would reject- Wait what?

“W-what?” Kiri questioned.

“I’ve liked you ever since we met, but I never felt brave enough to say a word.” You admitted.

That was unexpected. And now his heart is soaring. Apparently, the seventh time is the charm. He just wants to run all the way to America and back. Do backflips off a train. But he can’t, he has to, needs to, keep himself calm.

“Wow, I had no idea. And now I feel bad for waiting for so long to say something. Um, how about I take you out Saturday to make up for it?” Kirishima asked, rubbing his neck in hopes of calming down his nerves.

“So tomorrow?” You replied.

“Uh yeah! Is that ok?” He asked, slightly panicking.

“Of course! Just don't be late or bail on me!” You joked, your signature smile appearing again.

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kirishima stated, his smile also appearing over the sincerity of his words.

This was everything that Eijirou had always longed for. Someone sharing the same strong feelings he had. It felt nice for a chance. He knew he had another situation to stress about (your date!), but that could be saved for later. Now, he just wanted to bask in this feeling. And despite being rejected so many times, it didn’t matter. He wanted to be with you, needed to be with you, and now he was.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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slut4sugu · 7 months

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I DONT BITE! — EJIROU KIRISHIMA X FEM!BLACK READER

ʚ 🍓ɞ summary: you were having thoughts about going a bit further in your relationship with Kirishima, who got a cute little surprise later on for being such a good boyfriend <33 ʚ 🍓ɞ including + warnings: modern!au, aged!up characters, kiri is a sweetheart, reader is shy but secretly a freak, thigh riding, makeout session, kinda vanilla at first, blowjobs, somnophilla

Kinktober masterlist . Jersey Luv

YOU SAT COMFORTABLY NEXT TO EJIROU ON YOUR COUCH AS A CRIME SHOW DIMLY LIT YOUR LIVING ROOM; your parents would have never allowed a boy over, let alone for him to sit so close for his hand to be on your waist. Though as they were away on a cruise you were able to sneak him over for as long as you wanted to without worrying about getting caught. Though the thought of being completely alone with your sweet boyfriend made you feel a little nervous yet curious? You and Kiri have been together for a couple months and have made out various times but the feeling of his big calloused hand rubbing your side up and down comfortingly, and the faint smell of his cologne wafting through your nose was starting to get to you. You tried to tune out your not so innocent thoughts by mindlessly watching tv, but it had been a week since you touched yourself and every glance at your hunk of a boyfriend had your mind racing with dirty thoughts.

You pressed your thighs tighter subconsciously, as you tried to not let your eyes dart down at his great sweatpants. Noticing this kiri dediced to tease you with a random kiss to the cheek. Snapping you out of your thoughts, “You were dazed out for a second there babe, whatcha thinking about?” His flirty voice always managed to drive you up the wall, alongside his cute sharp teeth that would show every time he smiled at you. You told him that you were daydreaming but he didn’t buy it, your mouth was saying one thing but your body was very clearly saying you wanted something. You let out a sigh before revealing the truth, “You know how we always make out but never go the full way? I was thinking about doing something..with you.” It’s amazing how adorable you could be without even realizing it, a soft smile tugged at the redheads lips. “Is that why you kept squirming so much baby?” Kiri held in a chuckle as he saw your gaze drop to the floor, “Maybe.” You muttered as you fiddles with the string of your shorts, the heat between your legs growing more needy by the second. “Cmere baby.” He patted his lap for you to come sit on, hesitantly you did. Your your legs now on either side of his thighs, and your hands on his shoulders.

As you sat on his lap, kiri could see your nipples through your thin v necked shirt and the crease of your breasts from the top of your shirt. Your pretty brown doe eyes were just the cherry on top, they looked at him with such love yet shyness it made him want to ruin you. “Have you been wanting to do something with me for a while now?” One of his big hands snuck up your sides and rested on your waist while the other went up further going under your shirt higher and higher. You shyly nodded yes, eyes flickering to his lips briefly then back up to his red ones. “Can I kiss you kiri?” Your sweet voice was music to his ears, who was he to deny such a pretty thing like you? Kissing those plump soft lips was heaven every time, and hearing your cute moans was a added bonus. He could never say no to you. “You don’t have to ask yknow you can just kiss me.” You muttered a soft ‘okay’ before cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips, your heart fluttering in your chest as he kissed you back.

The kiss started out soft and sweet but then as minutes passed it turned, hot and needy as your tongues fought for dominance whilst kiris hands roamed all over your body. The feeling of him squeezing the fat of your ass causing a mewl to fall fast your lips, without thinking you grinded your clothed cunt against his thigh. Apologizes were being spewed all around soon after, “Baby, it’s okay. I want you to feel good,” As he peppered kisses on your neck sighs of pleasure filled his ears, “So if you wanna grind on my thigh then you can.” His soft assurance and the further guide of his hands on your hips rocking you back and forth on his thigh, eliciting gasps and moans from you despite your slight unsureness. “Are you sure it’s alright- mfh!”

Capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, your thighs began to shake as your clit grinded on his sweats in just the right way that made your eyes roll back into your skull. Despite the problem poking your thigh Kiri was determined to see your fucked out expression when you cum. Seeing you who was normally shy and quiet, to be: shaking, whimpering, begging quietly for more was such a fucking turn on. He needed to see you cum, he needed to see you loose your mind. So when he sucked hickeys into your brown skin and sucked on that one sensitive spot below your ear you let out a high pitched whine into his shoulder, kiri fought the urge to take you then and there and instead focused on you and not the bulge in his sweats as you started to grind more desperately on his thigh.

An unfimalriar knot in your stomach begin to unfold as your body grew hot and your clit started to throb, the crotch of your shorts now damp as you whined out for kiri, “wan you to kiss me when I..cum.” The sight alone was enough to make kiri loose it, your eyes glossed over with need and lust, your lips puffy and pink- an adorable mess just for him. “God your so cute- cmere.” You pulled yourself flush against body, kiri’s tongue invading your mouth and bouncing his thigh to push you closer to your climax. Which worked because with a few more bumps to your clit had you coming undone in his lap, your vision turned white as you soiled his sweats. Whines and whimpers filled the living room as you rode your high, “Feel good princess?” You hummed in response your head buried in his neck, your shaking legs causing him to let out an airy laugh. “You’re so damn cute, ‘love you babe.”

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Later that night you lay awake in your bed as kiri slept soundly besides you, thinking about how you didn’t tend to him. Coming up with an idea you pulled the covers off and positioned yourself in between your boyfriends thighs. Thank god he was a heavy sleeper, you adjusted his boxers to be lower enough to allow his cock to be free. Softly you took the length in your small, kissing the mushroom tip before licking stripes up the shaft of his dick. The smell of his musk flooded your nose and you felt your underwear begin to dampen once more. Kiri stirred in his sleep, soft moans and sighs leaving his lips occasionally but never fully waking up.

That’s when you decided to take him in your throat, relaxing it as you took him inside. Using his thighs to support your weight, you began bobbing your head up and down on his shaft once you got used to his girth and length. The taste of his precum was salty yet somewhat sweet? Definitely not that bitter taste your friends seem to describe, “mm baby what are you- oh shiiit.” His eyes widened slightly as they adjusted to the darkness, making out your cute figure between his legs sucking him off at 1am. “You don’t have to do this f’me- mm fuckk.” A whimper left his throat which made you even more set on returning the favor. Sounds of sucking and soft groans filled your bedroom, you pushed yourself further down on his cock until you gagged despite your slight lack of experience. The way your hole clenched around nothing when kiri let out the most pornographic moan you’ve heard, was damn near sinful. You originally were doing this to please him but at this moment of bliss you were doing it to hear more pretty sounds come out of your sweet boyfriend.

“Baby fuck, if you keep sucking so- hah m’ gonna cum soon.” You couldn’t care less about wanting to take it slow at the moment, if you knew he sounded this good when you’d suck him off you’d surprise him sooner. So when you took your hand off if his thigh, and took his and buried it in your hair signaling that you wanted him to pull it a little he lost all composure he had that night. “Baby you sure? ion wanna hurt you.” Nodding you, looked up at your red haired boyfriend who’s lips tugged into a smirk when your eyes practically were begging him to fuck your face. “If that’s what ya want baby, but take it all in your mouth f’me okay?” You nodded once more, moaning on his dick as you felt him grip your curls and force your head up and down on his dick. Curses and groans filled your ears as you toyed with your clit through your panties, your eyes cloudy with hunger as they formed into hearts at the sight of the hot yet adorable mess Infront of you.

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wwwcapricorncom · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Beloved horror classics are turned into lustful tales. For 18+ only & all characters aged up!

『 October 6th 』- ‘I Heard Something Outside!' | Friday The 13th —with Izuku Midoriya

Warning: Exhibitionism ft. Established relationship, Oral (F!Receiving), a shit ton of praise, daddy kink, voyeurism, noncon watching at first, public & unprotected s3x, Izuku = soft dom here, squirting.

『 TBD 』- “Sorry… I Just Wanted To Hear You Scream!”: Ghostface Series Part 1 —with ??

Warnings: Corruption kink ft. Mask kink, fear kink??, fingering, vibrator use, edge play, a lot of degradation, orgasm denial, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, public/ rough s3x.

『TBD 』- ‘What About The Campers?!’| Friday The 13th—with Eijirou Kirishima

Warning: Size kink ft. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

『 TBD 』- “Are You Alone In The House?”: Ghostface Series Part 2– with ???

Warnings: Voyeurism ft. Mask kink, exhibitionism, oral fixation, oral (M& F! Receiving), degradation, praise, marking, slapping, manhandling, partial public/ rough s3x.

『 TBD 』: “If You Hang Up On Me I’m Gonna Gut You Like A Fish” : Ghostface Series Part 3– with ??

Warnings: Mutual masturbation ft. ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

『 TBD 』: ‘He’s Inside My Dreams!’| Nightmare On Elm Street— with Katsuki Bakugou

Warning: Hate s3x ft. Wet dreams, ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

『 TBD 』: “Sorry About Your Boyfriend. All Those Muscles Didn’t Help Much!”: Ghostface Series Part 4 (Final)— with ??

Warnings: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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I’m back 🎃. This is a very tentative schedule that is subject to change and constant updating so please bare with me!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Previous Kinktober

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darkmajesty-xo · 1 year

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I’m still really new with piss kink and all that but I’m not with bullying and marking so I thought I come to your inbox to ramble about bully! Bakugou who sees you as his property and gets absolutely livid when you try to run to Kiri about his behavior

Unfortunately for you, he’s loyal to his best friend and instead of talking him down like you hoped he would, he’s whispering assurances in your ear while Bakugou marks his property with his hot piss

Sorry if it’s kinda sucky I’m a bit tired and just kinda wanted to talk

18+ MDNI | tw! piss, bullying, voyerism, coercion, fingering, dubcon, nerdy reader, college au

Did you really think that he’d help you ?

Did you not notice the cruel smirk playing at his plush pink lips ?

They’re teammates, best friends even. You’re just some cute chick that does all his homework under the guise “tutoring” when he calls you pretty and whines that it’s “too hard”!

Today was no different. You sat at his desk with his chem assignment in front of you, but you couldn’t focus on valence electrons because your mind kept drifting to the horrendous show of dominance Bakugo subjected you to when some guy dared ask for your number. It’s not like you were going to give it to him ! You were actually turning him down when Bakugo walked up behind you— mouth to your neck and big hands groping your breasts over the hoodie he’d “gifted” you.

“Y’cheatin’ on me, baby ?” Murmured against your skin with a light nip against the healing marks on your neck. “No!” you squawked, appalled at the action and accusation because you weren’t even dating ! You could barely be considered friends because the only time he had something good to say about you was when he was cumming on your glasses.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE EXTRA!” He snapped at the guy before pulling you into the nearest restroom to fuck you on the counter.

Kirishima noticed you’d stopped working and instead settled for chewing on your pen while rubbing your thighs together and staring off in the distance. He took this moment to take a quick snap to send to Bakubro.

“Whatsa’ matter, sweetheart” ? He cooed, suddenly bringing you back to reality. When did he get this close? And why was he staring at you like that ? It made you feel all tingly and god did his cologne smell good.

“i-it’s just— n-nothing, never mind” you stammered, convinced that nothing could save you from your situation. if you even wanted to be saved at this point.

“hey, don’t give me that” he pouted in that sickeningly sweet way that convinced you to be his walking textbook. “talk to me, beautiful. you can trust me”.

That was a lie.

If you were as smart as everyone thought you were, then you would’ve noticed him biting his lips as you recounted the encounter with Bakugo. How he slightly groaned when you told every lewd detail at his urging. He was practically feral when you told him that the blonde wouldn’t stop fucking you until you squirted around his cock.

But, you’re not smart.

You’re dumb.

Dumb enough to let the redhead pull you into his lap to “soothe you”. Silly enough to let him kiss the salty tears of humiliation that spilled against your cheeks and lips. Stupid enough to let him remove your clothes, save for the skull hoodie and fuzzy pink socks, and play with your sticky cunt.

And, fuck if it didn’t feel good. So, good that you failed to notice the door opening and closing, or the soft thud of a bag hitting the ground.

“Fuckin’ slut”.

It was his voice that brought you to reality, and orgasm.

“Shit, Bakugo! She clenched so hard when you said that. Someone likes being degraded, huh?” He chuckled against your neck, rough fingers still gliding through your folds as you rode out your wave.

“B-Bakugo , I-“

“Save it, slut. I can see exactly what you were doing” his voice was cruel, sharp enough to make you flinch but there were literal hearts in his eyes. Conflicting emotions swirling within him. Anger at you being in the hands of another man but arousal knowing that it’s his best friend.

“Relax, baby. I got ya” Kirishima whispered behind you, giving your hips a reassuring squeeze. You whimpered, trying to scoot closer to him and farther from the blonde lustful gaze.

Bakugo kneeled on the bed, thick cock laying flaccid in his hand but growing by the second. He ran it through your slick folds and tapped it against your sensitive bud drawing a shuttering breath. He leaned back on his heels, dick aimed at your pussy and aimed a hot stream of piss right against your core.

The men groaned in unison while you struggled in Kirishima’s grasp.

Bakugo scoffed, red eyes trailing from your glistening cunt to your watery eyes.

“Did you really think this perv would help you ? He’s worse than me !” That made the redhead chuckle. “Not true, Bakubro. I could never be mean to this cutie”.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see about that”.

@mhathotfic this was a perfect ask, so fun to write. we love a good pissy moment especially when bullies are involved. uwu 🥰

#*| courtesans #bakugo x chubby reader #bakugo x black reader #mha bakugou #bakugo katuski #mha smut #mha x plus sized reader #mha x poc!reader #black reader #mha x black reader #kirishima x black reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #bnha eijiro kirishima #kiribaku #kiribaku x blackreader #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku smut

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 1 year

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Chapter 1

Masterlist

"That's it? I got the good ending but why do I feel so unsatisfied with it?"

The city streets are bustling with noises from cars and trucks honking horns and screeching their tires to the clacking of people's shoes and idle chatter.

One of those people being you, (Y/N) (L/N), currently waiting at the cross walk for it to turn green so you can get back to work since its been up for a good 5 minutes since your lunch break ended.

"I only played it for the villianess anyways but in the end she died." mumbling to yourself and in truth that was truly the only reason you got hooked on the game after a Co-worker showed you the character , Sasha Evermore, who looked and acted exactly like you minus the master manipulator part. She was part of a otome game called “to catch a prince”, a game that popped out of nowhere and instantly became a hit amongst the crowd that includes you.

The weird part was as you started the game the parts with sasha would pang your heart with sadness,disgust, and anger but always written it off as indigestion or heartburn. You pitied her for some odd reason but others look at you crazy when you express this notation to them. Writing it off as just another one of your favs getters killed off to further write the protagonist’s narrative.

Sighing and holding the app down you press the tiny 'X' next to it and clicked the "delete app".

Only,it didn't delete. You repeated the same steps and still nothing. You hold it down and move it to ensure you're not crazy. that it was there. Trying one more time to do it; you never noticed how you were planted in the middle of the crosswalk. So into your own world you never heard the screams of the people who sat on the sidelines or the horn of the truck coming full speed and unable to hit the the brakes in time.

It was when you registered what was happening that is was to late. Your phone flee in the air and landed next to you with a cracked screen and fighting to stay on. Mangled body twitching in its last moment as people gather to gaze upon you like an animal in the zoo. Some calling the police and the trucker sputtering out apologizes. No one saw your eyes flicker to your screen that miraculously light up with a single message and angelic voice to accompany it " @яε ¥ꪮʊ яε@∂¥ ⊥ꪮ εҳ⊥я@ḉ⊥ ¥ꪮʊя яεṽεηɠε, ʟꪮ⊥⊥ʟε ꪮηε?"

Your brain bloated and swollen from impact that you couldn't recognize the familiar warm voice. It was in a instant your phone began to shake and shoot out a beam of white light that sucks you in as you succumb to darkness.

ꕥꕥꕥꕥ

"He...llo? Hello~?"

Groaning in response and holding your head trying to register what is happening. Slowly blinking trying to adjust to the light in the room.

"You're finally up?" the soft voice next to you speaks sweetly to you as the clanking of cups and bowls hit eachother until they meet a bedside table.

Sitting up and looking over you are met with the sight of a long blue haired that framed a round brown woman. Her eyes are the darkest purple that had literal stars in place of pupils and her smile she stares at you with is the brightest stunning white. She stands in some sort of white sheer dress showing off her cleavage while she tilts forward to hand you the bowl of food.

You take it hesitantly and look from the bowl back up to the large woman a few times waiting for her to tell you that you're in heaven but nothing was said. The only thing you saw was her child like innocent aura as she stays seated close to the large bed you laid upon watching as she's aswaits for you're approval.

"I'm sorry but who are you… Where am I? Wasn't I...dead?" You push the ceramic bowl away and the feel of the deflation of the atmosphere around the woman's.

"oh? I um—I am sorry," she pokes her pointer fingers together and puffs out her cheeks, " I got caught up with meeting my favorite person and I didn't bother to introduce myself. My name is Hesitia . I am the entity that brought you back to life...twice. Kind of hurt that my idol doesn't remember me." She snaps her fingers making the bowl disappear.

"Brought back? Died twice?" You could see her nod her head to confirm your mini question, " what do you mean by idol? No wait, How did I die twice?"

"That's a lot to explain. Come,let me show you." She stands at her full height of 7'2 while pushing her hair behind her ears while extending a hand out to you.

Taking it without hesitation. Being determined to find out anwsers as you get pulled to your feet. Not expecting to be wearing the same sheer white gown as the large woman but more tailored to your size.

She brings you to an open space that has tall and pristine pillars surrounding the large area. She pulls you into her side and drape her arm over your shoulder.

"You have no sense of personal space ,huh?" you ask peeking up at her.

"nope," she giggles and pops her 'p'," now shush and watch." Waving her hand the area goes pitch black except two large orbs that held two human beings wrapped up in themselves. Hesitia and yourself walk up to them your steps illumanting one by one all the way.

You put your hand against the one you couldn’t recognize with such care and stare at it with awe, " is that...me?" You look back at the brown skinned deity with stars in your eyes.

"Yes,those are both versions of yourself. Right now your soul is preserved in this room I created when you first died," she puts a hand on your shoulder as if she knew the next question, " like I've stated before this isn't your first time being dead, my little one. The first you had met a unfair end. To make is simplier, Have you ever heard of the woman Sasha evermore?"

"You mean the villainess from how to capture a prince?"

"precisely,lovely. Except sasha is actually you. I made the game for you not to forget where you started. But I guess now that I say it out loud, its confusing and complicated. I'm still new to the whole resurrection plot. I was just so excited to meet my idol." She scratches her cheek in embarrassment.

"how can there be two of me? And how am I your idol?"

" well I've been assigned to watch over you since I came out of goddess training ,hehe. You were so powerful and demanding in everything you did since you were born. It made me become quite a fangirl," she giggles," how there is two of you is like what I stated before. Your first life you had died by your one true ,love. So in love you had choose to walk down the road of being naive and oblivious to his actions.Personally,He was not my cup of tea but sadly I can’t interfere. That’s a Different department and lots of paperwork I don’t wanna do. But to sum up the rest you were put to death after being framed and I as your personal goddess and guardian chose to strike a deal with you."

" Can I ask what deal former me made?"

" of course!" She claps her hands together and pulling them apart as a golden contract is constructed in the space," when I brought your soul here the first time. You told me you wanted revenge on those who wronged you. Your heart was tainted black and as the rules state I needed you to have a pure and clean one in order to make that happen. But since you are my #1 I slightly bent the rules with some help, “she leans in to whisper yell , between you and me I owe favors to a lot of my older sisters.” She squished the golden paper making it disappear.

"So am I officially dead now?"

"No you aren't dead, silly. What would happen to the story! I just had to wipe your memories and put you in your once current timeline to make your heart pure again. Sorry about the truck. I couldn’t think of another way,but now what I can finally do," she gathers you in a hug and squeezes you letting your feet dangle off the ground, " is send you back to before you met your unfortunate demise by that vile woman."

"Vile woman?"

"Tut tut. I can't give away to much information or I'd get in trouble with the big guy upstairs." the dark space disappear and restore the room to its originality as she carries you back to the bed.

"I'm going to put you back to sleep because I can’t keep you here for long but when you awake you should be back in your past self’s body and you should retain memories from your modern self and this conversation. As I can not interfere I can only allow you to have a few memories of your previous life. The rest you will have to discover over time. Now you might feel a bit dizzy it’s a side effect of gaining your past memories,” she places a kiss on your forehead, “Please remember I'll be with you, (y/n) and will check in on you."

It was her final words to you before putting you back in a state of slumber.memories from a being you couldn't remember come back to you like a train hitting you.

"lady (y/n), you are to ne the betroth to prince izuku Midoriya." You at a young age are holding hands with a green haired boy that looks to be of the same age.

"She pushed me down, Zuku" the green haired boy is now holding a brown haired girl closely to him as you’re on the ground. In a crowded place.

"Disgusting vile woman. Such a title for an orphan" this time you’re in a col dripping wet cell. Chains bounding your legs and hands together as a older man shoos away the knight that was guarding it.

Your eyes shoot open to light shining from a large window at the side of the bed. Blinking the sleep away as you look around the decorated room. Your first instinct was to look into the mirror that is across from your bed and you remember the opening scene of the game. The pajamas where the same as the villainess in the game. You try to move from the bed to gain a closer look but a hit of wooziness and a turning stomach hits you like a bat and you fall over. You try to grab onto the bed for footing but you miss it by a inch thus making you hit your head and passing out on the ground.

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amariaaa · 9 months

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Okay so I need help finding a story that was on wattpad omg. The story was about the adult my hero academia boys and their pregnant wives. I remember for sure bakugou, todoroki, and kirishima. In the story a distinct detail I remember is kirishima and his wife had twins and one died. PLEASE HELP ME FIND THE NAME.

Another thing that I remember is todoroki wife had a gem or diamond quirk and bakugou wife was quirkless.

#mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x pregnant reader #wattpad #help finding a fic #todoroki x reader #kirishima x bakugou #katsukibakugou x reader #pregnant x reader #pregnancy headcanon #x reader #izuku x reader #mha smut #mha #viral

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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bakusquad x reader (separate) mutual pining hcs? like you like them and they like you but no one has made a move yet?

i'm sorry if this is a bad request-

*ೃ༄ you oblivious thing...

a/n: this is a really nice request don't worry my child! also I was just reading the Adventures of God on Webtoon and I come back to requests... my prayer has been answered.

gn!reader, poc!reader-friendly :)

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Bakugou is not making the first move because he thinks feelings are stupid and a waste of time. You're attractive and have a good personality, end of story. You probably don't like him so why make a move in the first place? Bakugou doesn't know that the feeling is mutual.

Jirou is holding back because she's afraid of rejection. She used to tease Kaminari but look at how the tables have turned. She feels confident in herself when she's around you, yet cannot bring herself to say the words she wishes to say in fear of losing a dear friend. Jirou also doesn't know that the feeling is mutual.

Kirishima isn't saying anything because he denies his feelings; brushing them off as nothing more than mere admiration and a burning passion to be your confidante. He wants to bring you happiness, and somewhere inside he knows that he cannot suppress such feelings for long - yet he always manages to come up with an excuse. Whether that's to convince other people or himself, we'll never know, but Kirishima doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

Denki is hesitant to tell you about his crush because he doesn't want you to feel like it's a mere prank or joke. He's infamous for him short circuiting 24/7 and making inappropriate jokes about people, never excluding any gender. Although he is much better than Mineta, he's never really taken seriously, and that's when he tells himself that it'd be better if you didn't know. It'd be better if you saved the embarrassment of walking around with a joke. Kaminari doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

Mina really doesn't mean to make it seem as if she's playing with your feelings, despite not even knowing the truth, but she feels like she doesn't deserve you. She's a queen and she knows it, but when it comes to you she would gladly give up her title to be your consort. She's practically in love with you in aver way possible. Mina doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

Sero has kept his mouth taped shut because he doesn't want to seem too desperate, even though he is. He just wants to be able to show you all his love but he can't do that now with the fear of wasting your time. He's seen you with your little friend group. He's not going to embarrass you, who wants a guy with tape on his elbows as a boyfriend? Sero doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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i spy with my little eye | (s)

inspired by this drabble.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader

genre: smut

words: 3.6k

summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it

warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language

“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”

Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”

He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)

“What are you looking at?”

Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.

“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already.

“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”

Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.

“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.

Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.

Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.

“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”

Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”

“Yep, see ya!”

The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.

It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated.

He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere.

“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”

“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.

Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.

Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.

You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful.

Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.

“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”

Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?

He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.

You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink.

“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?”

He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears.

Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand.

Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences.

It’s not enough, though.

The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel.

This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself.

Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”

Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.

Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.)

“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”

“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.”

Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.

The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.

“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.

Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.

Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.

The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest.

His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.

Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?

He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles.

“Shitty hair.”

You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.

“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”

“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.

He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.

He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.

“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”

Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.

You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.

You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.

“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”

“Oh.”

Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”

His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.

“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.

An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.

He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado.

“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.

“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."

You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”

Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.

The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes.

The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.

You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with.

“Kirishima…”

“Call me Eijirou.”

Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)

It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.

“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”

Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.

“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”

You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff.

Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.

“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”

Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.

“What do you mean? This is for me.”

Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers.

“Who do you want?”

Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”

“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?”

The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.

He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.

“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity.

Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.

Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he’s forced to take it all.

Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk.

His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.

“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”

Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”

Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes.

“But you have to fuck her!”

Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.

“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”

You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.

“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.

“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”

Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.

Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself.

He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.

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fr-ogii · 1 year

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I have a request but if it violates any rules or is too specific feel free to ignore

Can I Yandere!KiriBaku with reader having a haunted flower that their dead sibling can use to interact with the world around (think Abigail from don't starve) and they were it in their hair

Have a wonderful time I hope you keep doing what your doing because DAMN you good at this

flowered protector

yandere!ejiro kirishima & katsuki bakugo

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

hii this is the perfect ask, i didn’t see it until right now (4/20) i’m so sorry 😭😭 and thank you so much for the compliment

-> as soon as the yanderes start taking interest in you, your sibling starts acting more protective of you. they can sense the bad radiating off of them. the boys may think they’ve got good intentions, but your sibling can feel something no one else can - they are not good people.

-> you’ll brush your sibling off at first. sure, it’s rude to do so, but you can’t help but think “they’re just a flower now, they don’t know anything”

-> because you wear the flower in your hair, it was difficult for kiribaku to distinguish the flower and your quirk. they will 100% believe that any actions done by the flower were done by you. they are delusional, but not delusional enough to believe right away that you and the flower are two separate entities.

-> kirishima notices you first. ironically, the flower is what caught his eye first. “maybe you have a nature quirk”. he’ll point you out to bakugo who’s sitting right next to him.

-> bakugo will think you’re soft for wearing a flower. it makes you unique, he supposes. he can’t help from noticing you whenever you’re around. that flower with a mind of its own certainly helped you stick out.

-> the boys will take turns pointing you out. you’re almost like an inside joke they share. ejiro isn’t mean enough to see it that way, but katsuki loves making fun of you.

-> they don’t know who fell first. bakugo insists it wasn’t him (he insists he still hasn’t fallen), but he can’t be trusted when it comes to that. but your sibling was the first to find out they had a crush on you. there was a shift in their attitude. it became more possessive, more primal. their eyes became a bit more wild.

-> your sibling sends bad things after them. the more the boys bother you, the more your sibling will bother them right back. bakugo will find his shoe laces tied to his desk. kirishima will never eat food at the right temperature - it will always be too hot or too cold. they will be tormented.

-> it takes a lot for bakugo to hold back from coming up to you, grabbing that stupid flower out of your stupid hair, and smashing it underneath his boot. he reminds himself in a mantra that you would hate him forever if he did.

-> if he ever found a way to do so without you finding out it was him that did it, he would certainly act on his impulses. all his rational thought (although there’s not much) leaves him whenever he feels that stupid flower do something.

-> the boys have 100% had meetings on how to get rid of that pesky sibling of yours. they don’t feel as bad because they have difficulties personifying the flower. it’s not a human the way they are. so it’s not really a family member of yours they’re hurting… right?

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inactive02939 · 2 years

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hi name buddy <33 do you mind writing hc of bakugou and kirishima going shopping with a thicc fem s/o? tysm!

pairing(s): kirishima x bakugou x fem!reader

content warnings: slight fatmisia, catcalling, bakugo likes kicking ass but also likes his reputation

authors note: AAAHHH!!! this was so fun to write-- i wasn't sure if you wanted them separate, but you didn't specify. also this wasn't proofread. hope you enjoy!!

okay these two are.. protective, for the most part

kirishima has an arm around your waist and bakugo holds your hand and stares at the onlookers

a lot of people stare; the japanese standard is slim and petite

sometimes people comment on your figure, but not out of disrespect; it's just out of surprise

i think that's culture shock but i'm not sure

a lot of people ask for a picture with you

bakugou thinks they are making fun of you, and most of the time they aren't.

whenever you'd get catcalled, bakugou would make little explosions on his hands, and when that wasn't enough he'd usually start a fight.

sometimes he fights with kirishima about fighting other people

they like watching you try on outfits. not in a sexual way, but they just like how you look in different styles of clothing

they like seeing your face light up when you get something you like, so of course they spoil you!

also kirishima embarrasses you guys and tries on heels when you're having a bad day to make you laugh

it works.

in summary these two are total weirdos but also so sweet and we all wish that they existed <3

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writingwhileblvck · 6 months

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Things he Loves About You

Paring: Kirishima x Black Reader

Warnings: None. Just a love sick Kiri.

♥︎ Kirishima loves how you smell. Coco butter and shea butter smell so intoxicating on you.

♥︎ Kirishima loves your laugh. And your smile. See them, hearing them, both make his heart melt.

♥︎ Kirishima loves the way your skin looks in direct sunlight. The way in glistens reminds him of liquid gold.

♥︎ He will buy you all types of body butters, and body oils, just to see how the sun makes you glow.

♥︎ Kirishima loves how versatile your hair is. As a matter of fact, when it's time to change/do your hair, he gets so happy.

♥︎ He thinks your hair is so beautiful. The kinks, or curls, or locs, or twists. Doesn't matter.

♥︎ You could be getting a retwist, a wig installation, box braids, a silk press, hell a big chop! He will be gagged regardless.

♥︎ Kirishima loves watching you get ready. And I mean the whole routine. Lotion, makeup, clothes, hair, all of it.

♥︎ He will sit in the bathroom and keep you company the entire time. Its honestly the cutest thing ever.

♥︎ Kirishima loves your touch. It is the best and easiest way to calm him. He could live in your arms forever if you let him.

♥︎ Kirishima loves how passionate you can be. He can sit and listen to you talk about you likes and interest all day.

♥︎ Kirishima loves your cooking. He's a big boy, he needs a lot of food. And you keep him FED.

♥︎ He tries his hardest to help you in the kitchen but you refuse to let him because he just gets in the way.

♥︎ Kirishima loves how soft you are. It's a welcome contrast to his stronger, harder body.

♥︎ When you cuddle he'll lay his head on your tummy and wrap his arms around your waist. It's his own personal heaven.

♥︎ Kirishima loves when you talk about your future together. Kids, career, he just gets o happy and emotional when you do cause he can't and won't imagine his future at all without you in it

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cosmiles · 9 months

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𝟑:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌

➢ kirishima’s late night thoughts

note: i always feel like my best work comes from kirishima

characters: kirishima

content: domestic fluff, light angst (teeny tiny like you have to squint!), insecurities, established gn-relationship, me simping for kirishima

words: 0.5k

What a weird time for one to be awake. Most of the population was fast asleep, tucked away in their beds with a dream of some sort playing in their mind. Yet here Eijirou Kirishima was, awake in bed staring at his favorite person in the world, you.

Surprisingly, this wasn’t an odd, out-of-the-ordinary occurrence for him. Kirishima would find himself gazing at your sleeping form from time to time, hoping to calm the ongoing thoughts that plagued his mind.

You always looked so peaceful like this. Bronze skin, which in the day shined with the sun, now glowed in the moonlight. Your curls, which bounced with the same energy as you did, were now tucked away in the bonnent he gifted you. Bright eyes, that lit up his world since the day he met you, were now softly put to rest.

And the more his eyes tried memorizing each and every detail on your face, the more bad thoughts would swirl in. ‘I don’t deserve you,’ the most common thought to appear in his head. How could he even compare when you looked like a goddess while he had dried-up drool stuck to his lip? ‘How did I ever end up with someone like you?’, another insecurity that made a monthly occurrence. Surely, one day, your eyes would open and see that you were wasting your time. It wouldn’t be long before you walked out of his life, leaving him in broken pieces never to be whole again. You should be with someone like—

“..Eiji?” A voice, your voice, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“What time is it baby?”

“About, 3:13,” Kirishima said in response, as your awakening form peered toward him.

“What a strange time for you to be up. The gyms won’t be open for at least another hour...”

“I know I was just-” Kirishima started, searching his mind for a decent excuse but finding none.

He watched as your eyes scanned his face, searching for an explanation of some kind. Usually, this would last until you came up with the answer, but it seemed that your brain was not firing on all cylinders. Instead, you grabbed his hand, interlocking it with yours, and snuggled closer to him.

“I love you so much Eijirou. Try to get some rest baby.” You said, right as you started dozing back to sleep.

If only you were still awake, you would've seen the way his eyes swelled up with love. You always said what he needed here, apparently even when you were half asleep. Your words diminished his insecurities, leaving him refreshed and full of confidence.

They were the last things he needed before giving you his most prized, and hopefully yours as well, gift: the engagement ring currently waiting impatiently in the nightstand.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➢ taglist: 🫧

@megurulvr @pnkweb @mypimpademia @dojathascammer @strcnt

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Ykw-- I'm in the mood to write a fic (maybe a series) about a black!fem!reader just being op (over powered) in mha because you don't see that alot on here

JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT

JUST FOR KICKS

Cause IM BORED and it SOUNDS FUN

Hell maybe I'll make it a reverse harem or some shit idk (like 2-3 guys simping over reader)

I have to think more about it, but what do y'all think?

#black reader #OUU MAYBE I CAN MAKE MY OWN UNIVERSE IN IT??#TO EXPLAIN HER QUIRK?? MAYBE #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x fem!reader #x reader #black fem reader #black!reader #mha x black!reader #kirishima x reader #bakusquad #dekusquad #fic ideas #anime fic #bnha x black!reader #anime x poc!reader #deku midoriya #mha midoriya

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chaichaiiskai · 1 year

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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER SIX —

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CONTENT WARNING: violence, blood, abduction, (sort of but nothing super horrible) graphic description of injuries

WORD COUNT: 5.2k TAGLIST: @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

“ALRIGHT. Heads for dead and tails for dread.” You state, staring at the Tibetan mastiff hybrid who sat across from you at the dining room table. Tetsu nods silently in agreement, watching as you retrieve a quarter from the long-forgotten swear jar (aka rainy day money) that was sitting in the center of the table as a makeshift centerpiece. The moment was intense, the two of you were silent, the video game you’d all be indulging in was now forgotten, the low hum of the game’s background music egging the two of you on. Eijirou was pacing around in the living room pretty silently for a man of his stature, he seemed to be in deep thought, Katsuki, you believed, was still showering.

With a gulp, you positioned your right hand into a ‘thumbs up’ position, the quarter appropriately placed on your pointer finger. And then, with the flick of the tip of your thumb, you sent the quarter flying upwards towards the ceiling. E/C and dark grey eyes followed the little circle of copper as it soared upwards and then began to descend. You speedily caught it and gave it one last flip, slapping it onto the back of your left hand. You remained covering the coin for a few seconds longer before finally moving your hand away, revealing the answer to your next plan of action.

“Heads.”

…

After the fate of the two unlucky individuals was decided, Tetsutetsu broke out the whiteboard that he had specifically for writing down new meal recipes. As much as you wanted to rush in and seek vengeance on Katsuki’s behalf, you listened to Tetsutetsu’s suggestion and the two of you had begun planning. It was obvious that the two of you were more alike than originally anticipated, considering you were both ready to cut someone for justified reasons. Tetsu had just jotted down some basic things that needed to be avoided while committing the assault, this way, you could act without getting caught but also give the karma that was best served hot.

“I say we wear masks, show up to their place in the dead of night and burn the house down with them still in it.” You boldly suggested, there was no telling if you were joking or not but I digress. “That puts their neighbors at risk, and I’d feel bad about having the fire department have to come and waste their time putting it out.” Eijirou reasoned, though his reasoning didn’t exactly seem to disagree with your idea entirely. His voice was void of all emotion and his face was stone cold, arms crossed over his broad chest as he leaned back in the dining room chair, staring at the whiteboard Tetsu was currently standing in front of with a red dry-erase marker in hand. Thankfully, he served as the buffer for both of you.

“You two know exactly why that’s wrong on so many levels. No one’s killing anyone, all we need to do is mildly inconvenience them with a few broken bones and a couple ‘o bruises. Maybe a hospital visit or two.”

Okay… maybe none of you were sane, but who could blame you? One of your family members had just suffered something traumatic thanks to some selfish and horrible decisions, you had a right to be protective and angry on his behalf.

You sighed, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes when you realized that both Eijirou and Tetsu were right. You three couldn’t go to jail, so, the best option was some kind of anonymous assault. “How about I use my quirk to light a molotov cocktail and—“ “Y/N, this ain’t Call of Duty, be more practical,” Tetsu said, throwing an extra marker at your head, which you quickly caught and then threw back at him.

This time around, Eijirou spoke up. “It’ll probably be better that I sit this one out. I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself if I saw Touka or her in in-person. I’m trusting you two to handle it. Just… please, please don’t get caught.”

…

And that’s what’s led you and your silver-haired bro to where you currently were. In the dead of night, ski masks over your faces and clenched fists at your sides, parked a few doors down from the front door of Touka’s house, dressed in all black and blending in easily with the night, even going as far as to wear black latex gloves. The two of you had shown up just mere hours after Katsuki had come knocking on the door, so you both only assumed that the two targets of your assault were still in the same place. You had a lighter in your hand, ready to activate your quirk whenever it proved to be necessary. It had been quite some time since you’d been to this place, and you’d probably never come back if things worked in your favor. As the two of you approached the front door, you remembered the key under the mat that was so foolishly left there for you to grab by the unsuspecting homeowner. Never trust your neighborhood, dumbass Touka. Once you had the key in your grasp, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, Tetsu following behind you, not even bothering to take off your shoes because, oh yeah, fuck Touka and that grimy bitch.

You quietly shut the door behind you and set the key down on the table near the door. Now, it was just you and Tetsu, idling in the front room where the living room was located. The two of you seemed to telepathically communicate, nodding at each other.

You knew exactly where the fucker slept. The two of you tiptoed down the hallway, both of you holding a duffel bag under your pits as you motioned to one of the doors in the hallway, which happened to be Katsuki’s bedroom. Before the fun truly began you had to make sure you got his things, including important documents and whatever else was needed. That was simple enough since everything was pretty much out in the open. It was miraculous how the two of you had managed to gather so many things in such little time while the two you were about to terrorize were none the wiser to what was going on inside the safety of their home. You were starting to get a little impatient but understood the importance of getting Katsuki’s things first before you would begin wreaking havoc on these shit stains. Once you’d filled the duffel bags with necessities and grabbed the needed legal documents for the next steps, you and Tetsutetsu placed the bags into the trunk of your car and went back inside the little house.

And with that, it was time to make an entrance that no one in their right mind would ever forget. But you couldn’t exactly do the terrorizing inside so… let’s just say because of your career you had access to some dangerous drugs that you had put into some syringes and injected into the necks of the unsuspected couple. It wasn’t meant to kill them, just to get them to sleep long enough to be transported to a more /remote/ area, which happened to be around forty minutes out of the city and on the side of an unfrequented road. This scene was right out of a movie. You’d stolen the young couple right out of their bed, and neither of them was aware of the danger they were about to be in.

Tetsu had decided to drive this time, the captives asleep in the back seat. Was it bad that you were excited about terrorizing them? They deserved it after all. When the both of you decided you’d driven out enough, far away from any potentially prying eyes, Tetsu parked the car and got out, following suit, then you both respectively went towards the backseat doors, opening them up to reveal your soon-to-be victims. You were given the task of slapping her awake, and Tetsu tasked himself with doing the same to Touka.

With the power of the anime god and some pent-up anger you had stored away somewhere in the depths of your soul, you struck the woman across the face (hard enough to cause some very noticeable swelling) and Tetsu mirrored your actions to her male counterpart.

When she startled awake and caught your gaze with a horrified expression, you grinned sinisterly through the mask you wore.

“Wakey wakey, bitch. You’re about to meet your maker.”

And with that, you proceeded to wrap a fistful of her hair around your hand and began dragging her out of the car and onto the dirt road. You threw her to the ground nearby and you could hear Touka struggling nearby, Tetsu easily pulling him along by his hair as well so he could toss the man onto the ground beside his girlfriend.

The area you’d chosen was right in the middle of some inhabited farmland that was lush with green grass and flowers, it was rather serene, too bad you’d be bloodying the ground with the fluids of these scoundrels.

Touka and her began backing away from the two masked assaulters, having no idea who they were or what they had done to provoke them. Even Hellen Keller could see just how terrified they were, which seemed to piss you off even more. “Hold his face in place while I kick this bitch’s teeth in. I want him to watch.” You said to Tetsu, walking towards her, she seemed to be trying to scramble away with you with each of your forward steps. Tetsu did just that, moving to hold Touka by the hair on the top of his head, gripping it with enough force to pull out a few strands. “Don’t even think about closing your eyes. You’ve gotta keep your eyes open for the show.”

At that moment, it seemed that the initial shock had seemed to wear off. “What the hell do you want?! Money?! I’ll give you all the money you want! Just please leave us-“ “We don’t need your money. We need justice. Bakugou needs justice.” Tetsu growled, pulling at Touka’s hair which earned a whimper from the man who was currently on the ground, trying to claw at the steel hand that was in his hair. “What are you talking about?! He already ran away! What more do you want?!”

While Touka seemed to be doing all the talking, it seemed that the woman knew exactly what the two of you had been referring to, and you didn’t miss the way she seemed to tense up. Your grin seemed to grow and you stopped in your tracks, nodding your head in Touka’s direction while staring her down.

“Tell him. Or else—“ You pulled out your lighter and gave it a couple of flicks, a small flame appearing before you activated your quirk, causing the flame to grow four times in size, forming into the shape of what appeared to be an axe.

Even in the face of your threat, the woman decided that she wasn’t going to let some stranger further humiliate her, trying to hold onto whatever strings she had left of her dignity. “What? What the fuck are you talking about you crazy bitch! You’ve got the wrong person!! I don’t know what the hell you want but I’m not-“ Before she could continue her sentence, you had socked her right in the nose, a river of blood flowing from both of her nostrils. It seemed that she wasn’t going to admit to her crimes, so you figured you could skip right down to the ass-beating portion of what your plan was. The sudden strike had caused her to scream out in shock and pain, immediately shielding her face from further harm as she held onto her broken nose.

With a deep inhale, you stood back, looking down at her with a menacing gaze, your grin nowhere in sight.

“Stand up and fight me. Drugs should be outta your system by now.” You say, urging her to stand her ground against you while extinguishing the flame and putting your lighter away. Then you looked directly at Touka who flinched when your eyes met, attempting to shy away but it was impossible to do so with the grip that hadn’t moved an inch from his hair. “You sit there and wait for your turn, I’ll get to you soon enough.”

You cracked your knuckles afterward, watching as she stood up like a wounded animal, slowly raising her hands up and balling them into fists. Having done quite the number on her face, from the slap to the punch, you internally grimaced at the smeared blood that was painted across her face. You stared at her unamused and waited for her to strike first, getting into your own fighting stance as you gave her a chance to defend herself before the reckoning would begin.

And so, she charged towards you, throwing a punch in an attempt to strike you back in the face where you had struck her. Unsurprisingly, you dodged her with ease.

(cue Yung Bratz by XXTENTACION)

That was her only chance to hit you because, after that, crimson blinded your vision as you began to unleash a devilish power onto her, throwing punches and jabs left and right, fists connecting with bone and flesh with sickening noises that would have put Mike Tyson to shame. You held back none of your punches when striking her, staring blankly as you beat her into the ground until her face was almost completely swollen, she was almost unrecognizable once you were done with her. You beat her to the point of being nearly unconscious and then stood over her body, your feet positioned on either side of her thighs, staring down at her nearly swollen-shut eyes.

“I want you to remember this for the rest of your life. The next time you even think about touching anyone, hybrid or not without their permission, remember this night. Remember how I beat you ‘til you turned black and blue. Remember how scared you are at this moment. Remember that I could have killed you if I wanted to.” And to end your little speech with a bang, you spit on her face, causing her to flinch and whimper, curling into a fetal position when you step away from her. But nope, she wasn’t going to get away that easily just yet. You stepped towards her head and then lifted your foot up, bringing your boot down with enough force to knock her clean out, watching as her limbs fell limp onto the ground. You then turned, starting to head towards Touka, your heaving form edging closer towards him along with your menacing gaze that was less intense thanks to the ski mask you wore but still just as terrifying.

Touka had watched you beat his girlfriend, the sound of your heavy breathing and speech causing him to cower in fear as you approached him, knowing he was next. As soon as you stepped in front of him, he pissed himself, moistened the ground, and his pajama pants. You would have laughed if you weren’t feeling so aggravated.

…

Back at your shared home, Eijirou had been waiting worriedly for your return on the living room couch, fiddling with his hands in hopes that you weren’t going to be arrested and taken away from him. Maybe he should have gone with you… No. He would have done much worse than what you were probably doing. This was the better choice, plus, he was the one closest to Katsuki so it only made sense for him to stay and watch over him for the time being in case he came looking for comfort.

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he’d failed to notice a certain someone slowly coming into the living room and sniffling around, trying to pinpoint where you and the unfamiliar dog hybrid had gone. He noticed Eijirou on the couch and slowly approached him, debating on what he wanted to say to him in order to get his attention.

“Where’s your hotheaded girlfriend?” He asked, making his way towards the couch to sit down on the cushion beside his best friend, putting a little space between them for obvious reasons. Eijirou blinked out of his thoughts and then glanced at the blond, feeling a wave of relief as he looked down at him, worry and sympathy clear across his face as he debated on whether or not to say what you were doing right now. There was no point in hiding it anyways. He’d opened his mouth to say something but Katsuki beat him to it, looking away from the redhead as he balled up his fists on his lap. “Don’t look at me like I’m some sympathy case. I hate being pitied. I’m not weak.” He quietly said, which was a little uncharacteristic of him, even after being out of High School for so long. Immediately, Eijirou frowned, realizing that he must have been looking at the other like he was a kicked puppy.

The shark hybrid sighed, running a hand through his hair before scratching at his scalp a little. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look at you that way. I know you’re not weak. You’re the strongest guy I know, Kat, and that’ll never change. But even the strong should be able to be vulnerable sometimes, you’ve been through a lot, you know. I’m here for you… always.” He said, looking at his friend with a fond gaze, fighting the urge to engulf the slightly smaller male into a tight hug. Katsuki was silent, only the sound of them both breathing could be heard. But then, he finally spoke after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence. “Thanks, Ei.” He finally managed to say, followed by a sigh of what sounded like relief. Eijiro couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, being referred to that way by Katsuki was a variety within itself but when he did say it, it always felt like he was receiving the highest honor. “Can I hug you…?” Eijiro asked, observing Katsuki from where he sat, going back to fiddle with his fingers in his lap. In response, it seemed that the fox hybrid was considering his options but ultimately ended up grunting in acceptance of the other’s inquiries. Eijiro happily obliged and moved to tackle his best friend in a warm embrace, knocking both of them off of the couch and onto the floor. Katsuki felt the wind get knocked right out of his chest and hissed when he ended up on the floor but he didn’t pull away from the giant redheaded shark who held onto him tightly, pretty much squeezing the life out of him, hugging him rather reluctantly at first. This lasted a few seconds before he spoke up.

“Now, get offa me. You smell like fish.”

“…. Bakubro, I am a fish.”

“Exactly.”

crickets

“Why I outta…” Eijiro began, squinting at Katsuki like he was offended, he kind of was but he was also glad to see the shit-eating grin that was currently adorning the blond’s face. Commence the wrestling match between the two hybrids, rolling around on the floor like a looney tune fight, playfully attempting to bite each other while spewing out insults.

(author: seems a lil’ gay but you ain’t hear that from me.)

The wrestling continued for a few minutes before (somehow) Katsuki ended up being the winner, putting Eijiro into a sankaku-jime, locking his thick thighs around Eijiro’s neck to immobilize him until he tapped out, which he did. “Alright alright, I surrender!” The shark yelped, slapping the carpeted floor a few times, making Katsuki grin, even more, holding their position for a few more seconds until finally releasing the wheezing shark who rolled onto his back to catch his breath. “Gosh. I swear… one o’ these days you’re gonna kill me, Bakubro.” He complained, to which Katsuki responded with a chuckle, sitting up so he could sit down on the couch, laying across it, and getting comfortable. The two men were quiet yet again, but as you’d expect, it was interrupted once more, this time around it was by Eijiro’s growling stomach. Katsuki flickered his gaze down to the man on the floor who seemed to be blushing thanks to his hunger interrupting their quiet time. Expecting some kind of degrading joke from the other, Eijiro was pleasantly surprised to see the blond getting up to go into the kitchen, starting to look around in the fridge and cupboards for something to make to appease the great white shark’s hunger.

About ten minutes after Katsuki had started cooking something that was no doubt going to have a little spice and deliciousness, both hybrids immediately perked up when they heard the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. You would have thought that Eijiro was a puppy with how fast he jumped up from the living room floor and rushed towards the door, his gaze soon falling on you and Tetsu as soon as you came through the door. Upon spotting him, you smiled at him and greeted him like usual. “Hey babe, you alright? Is Katsuki out of his shower yet?”

“Glad to see you dispshits didn’t get arrested!” Katsuki shouted from where he was inside the apartment, causing you to smile upon hearing that he seemed to have relaxed a little while you and Tetsu were gone. “I’m alright. How did it go— wait, are you bleeding?!? Lemme see!” Your boyfriend said, quickly stepping towards you after you were fully inside, shutting the door after Tetsu had come in as well, carrying both the duffel bags. “Remind me never to get on your bad side. I’ve fought plenty of people in the UGR (underground ring) but they don’t hold a candle to that ass-whoopin’ Y/N dished out.” Tetsu mumbled, walking away from the two of you and going to drop the bags near the couch, going to speak to his newest roommate.

You and Eijiro on the other hand were still nearby the front door, Eijiro smelling around you until he found the source of the coppery smell— your fists. The hybrid gasped in surprise, a frown soon appearing on his handsome face after he had carefully removed the gloves from your hands to reveal the almost sickening sight of your bloodied knuckles. “Why didn’t you wrap them before going out?! This looks horrible!” He exclaimed, shouting a little louder than he had anticipated before he grabbed onto your wrist and dragged you to the couch, forcing you to sit down on it before he disappeared further into the apartment. You groaned in relief, letting your weight sink into the couch while leaning your head against the back of it, shutting your eyes as you got completely comfortable.

Tetsu had moved to plop down onto one of the bean bags nearby, sprawled across it with his eyes closed as well. Man, being criminals was really tiring.

“Hey…” A shy voice from nearby began, who you distinguished as Katsuki. Your eyes slowly opened, seeing that he was standing behind the couch where you were seated, looking down at your face, currently wearing a hedgehog-themed apron. Cute. He was over at your place more times than you could count, this was basically a second home for you so you had gotten the apron for him as a gift considering he often cooked here too.

“You didn’t have to do that. I… appreciate it though.” He said, looking at you, and then Tetsu who seemed to have perked up when Katsuki approached. You lazily grinned at him. “No need. I would do it again, no doubt.” Tetsu nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest before he yawned. “‘m goin’ to bed. Night kids.” He said, standing up and yawning, shuffling towards the oddly placed door in the living room that connected your apartment to his. When Tetsu was gone, Eijiro soon came back into the room and frowned when he noticed that Tetsu had disappeared, but figured that it was pretty late, so he headed towards where you were sitting, squatting down in front of you so he could start attending to your hands, setting the first aid down so he could access it easily.

“So… how did it go?” Eijiro asked as he began to clean your hands of dried blood, apologizing when you flinched at the faint sting of the opened wounds coming in contact with the disinfectant. Katsuki had gone back into the kitchen to continue doing what he’d been doing, but you didn’t doubt that he’d be able to hear you as you answered Eijiro’s question.

“Pretty okay. Thankfully, Tetsu was here, who knew he secretly had the mind of a criminal…” You lean in to whisper, knowing how strong the silver-haired man’s hearing was, you were half-expecting him to burst through the door right then and there and say something but you were glad he didn’t, he must have been pretty sleepy. Eijiro chuckled at your comment and waited for you to continue, which you did, deciding to leave out the gritty details of everything, instead opting for telling the basics.

“I beat that bitch’s ass in front of Touka, then, I told Touka that I was gonna send him some forms tomorrow to get Kat liberated from him, but….” You slowly turn to look at Katsuki who’d been staring at you from far away and seemed to have been listening to what you were saying, which you expected. “It’s up to you on where you wanna go, Katsuki, I’m not gonna force you to be aodpted by me or anything. I know that would probably be weird for-“ “Whatever. Let’s just do it.” He answered, not even needing much time to think about what would come next. He trusted Eijiro and he trusted you, he didn’t know Tetsutetsu but he had a feeling that they would get along, especially after what he’d done for him despite them being strangers just merely hours before.

You were pretty stunned by how quickly he’d accepted your offer, Eijiro wasn’t. After he bandaged up your hands, making sure to be extra gentle with you, he stood up and kissed your forehead, going to put the first aid kit back where he’d found it. You stood up afterward and went into the kitchen where Katsuki was. “Are you sure you don’t want to look for someone else to adopt you, Kat? I don’t want you to feel like you have no other choice besides me-“ “You sayin’ you don’t want me or somethin’?” He asked, his tone attempting to hide the slight hint of hurt that was mingled in with his usual gruffness. Immediately, you shook your head around so hard that Katsuki was surprised it hadn’t flown right off. “Hell NO! Of course I want to adopt you, Katsuki! You offend me. I just want you to have options. It’s bad enough that the society and the government don’t recognize hybrids as independent, I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable and safe.” He stopped stirring the curry he was making, setting the wooden spoon down so he could completely turn to look at you. “I know what I want, and I trust you and shitty hair so I don’t have’ta think too hard about the next step. I just can’t go back there. I don’t ever wanna see him or her again, and I damn sure don’t wanna end up in some shelter or in the hands of a stranger. But I don’t wanna be a burden on you so I’m gettin’ a job as soon as the papers are officiated.” He states, placing his hands flat down on the counter to lean against it, resting his weight there, a look of determination in his eyes that slowly brought a smile to your face.

“Alright, Kat. I’ll support you no matter what, y’know that right?” He mumbled in response, nodding his head as he picked the spoon up again to go back to stirring.

“Sounds like everything’s been sorted out,” Eijiro said as he entered the kitchen, moving to throw an arm around your shoulders as you stood by the doorway. You promptly nodded, leaning your head against his side, and then a few questions came to mind as you turned to look at the time on the stove, your confusion only growing stronger.

“Wait… why the fuck are you cooking curry at two in the morning???”

“Why else? Shitty hair’s hungry. I am too.”

“… can I have some too?”

“No.”

You visibly deflated at Katsuki’s words and then he snorted, rolling his eyes at your childish pout. “Of course, you can have some, idiot. ‘s not like I paid for any of these ingredients anyways. ‘least I can do after you’ve done all of that shit for me.”

You immediately perked up and wandered over to him with your arms open, pausing for a moment when you realized that you were about to invade his boundaries.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was expecting (maybe even looking forward to) you to come and hug him like you often did when he did something nice for you, but the hug didn’t come and he looked at you, noticing you had moved towards him but you had started awkwardly rubbing your arms while looking down. He stared at you and then at the big redhead, furrowing his brows at the taller man. Eijiro grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend to silently egg him on.

With a groan and a slam of the spoon he’d been holding (for the second time), he moved towards you and opened his arms, looking away from you. Immediately, you looked up and observed the state he was in and a smile broke across your face from ear to ear as you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his (ridiculously slim) waist, burying your face into his pecs. He grumbled something but held onto you just as tightly as you held onto him.

Eijiro watched from the side, a satisfied smile present on his face as he watched the two of you hug, noticing the slight pink that appeared on the tips of Katsuki’s ears. Cute.

And of course, he couldn’t resist, making his way towards the two of you with that giant pointy smile of his. As soon as Katsuki had sensed that Eijiro was coming toward you, he almost immediately seized up, dropping his arms to start pulling away from you, his fluffy ears pinning to the back of his head. But oh no, you weren’t letting go of him anytime soon, you already knew where this was going.

“You better fucking not. I will blow this entire kitchen up, I swear to fucking Santa— AH! SHITTY HAIR PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

With you clinging on for dear life to the blond, forcing him to stay in one place, you weren’t surprised when another set of arms had wrapped around the both of you and lifted you from the kitchen floor with ease. Eijiro had joined the hug to squeeze the two of you in a tight hug, looking as happy as a clam, even with the arctic fox growling, squirming, and spewing out profanities while trying to break free.

What a sight.

author’s note: oh dear, my bad, it’s been a very long since i’ve updated this story, blame it on the writer’s block 😔 i love this story but writing can be such a TASK, that’s my bAd. anyways, hopefully i will update this again before the year ends (no promises) hope you enjoyed this chapter! the ass beating was well-deserved

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