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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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mirio's s/o getting kidnapped

pairing: mirio togata x gn!reader

tags: angst, angry mirio, established relationship

mirio always has a smile on his lips, leading to others, especially villains, often underestimating him

but he's not all smiles and sunshine. no, mirio can get quite serious as well, if it's something he truly cares about – like you!

his usual bright smile drops as he learns about your kidnapping and is replaced with a rather grim and uncharacteristic look on his face

any smile on his face would only be forced as long as you were gone. he knew he'd only be able to genuinely smile at you again once he found you

and mirio was determined he would find you and return you home unharmed!

he had to believe that you were still alright and that your kidnappers hadn't hurt you yet

but if they did dare touch you, he'd make them regret it…

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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cw: dumbification, overstimulation, fem!reader, rough messy sex, size kink, implied!virgin kink.

taglist: @blkladyelle @mxonigirimiya @niggette @adamansdiamond @sems-diarie @imperatorkhaleesi

mirio is the definition of rough because he doesn’t realize just how big his body is compared to you.

he’s really trying to be soft whenever he pushes in, honest! always praising you he loves missionary because he can look into your eyes and smile. “you’re so pretty, sunflower. yer taking me so well - so well! just a few more inches, okay? my baby would tell me if it hurts right?”

" ‘would. feels good.” is about as much of a coherent phrase as you can form, nodding and drooling as his tongue mixes against yours. you know he’s trying to be slow and gentle and you enjoy his attempts but mirio has a tendency of getting too pussy whipped to think the second he pushes into you.

he can’t even tell you’re trying to squirm because his weight is keeping you still. he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.

he pants like a dog. he ruts and grinds into your soft, plushy walls, huge hands digging and pressing into your rolls of fat or your tender arms. despite having had more experience it’s something about you - about how tight you are, how you trust him, how you’ve trained yourself for him and how you shivered when he first made your virgin folds tremble and cum.

“sorry, pretty. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.” just his sincerity as his hips fold to yours and stutter by the time he’s halfway in make your eyes roll back a little. by the time he buries another inch in he’s babbling reassurance, voice almost breaking as your tight hole squeezes and clenches. “you’re getting so wet!” he almost cries, and you can’t tell if your bruising pussy is trying to swallow more of him in or push him out.

“miri’!” you sniffle, nails trailing his huge shoulders. “ ‘s big!”

“wanna stop?” he sounds so concerned as you pout - you can feel your walls trying to expand to take more of him.

“no!” whether that’s a “no more, too much!” or “no, don’t stop!” your foggy brain can’t tell. both of you are too far gone and he slips in further, further than you ever thought he could.

“‘s okay pretty girl, it’s gonna be quick. just g’nna use my baby’s sweet hole for a little while. y’ feel good. god you make me feel so good. i love you, y’know that?” he strokes your face softly, a contrast to how brutal your lower parts feel once he finally pops his full size in completely.

“‘love you too, lemillion.”

he can’t tell if it’s because that you used his hero name or if it’s because he’s finally bottomed out in you or because he’s so thrilled whenever you say those three little words in ur tiny voice - whatever was in mirio’s brain empties out, it completely shuts down. he's whining and whimpering, fucking drooling all over you - babbling out nonsense about how good he can make you feel, how his fat cock will make you cream so well.

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— count to five + mirio togata.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when your job as your teacher takes you halfway across japan, you don’t expect a little boy and his father to change your life nearly as much as they do. or the five times in which you encounter mirio togata and his son, yoshi.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, single-parenthood, mention of hospitals, mentions of reader being smaller than mirio, unprotected sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, choking, dacryphilia, auralism, scratching, biting, creampie, squirting, fingering ( f!receiving ), praise!kink, daddy!kink, size!kink - fem!reader, teacher!reader, single-dad!mirio.

⭑ words — 6.3K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! it’s been a while! thank your being patient with me! here’s a little commission written for the lovely @roses-and-whisky who has given me permission to post. i hope you all enjoy !! - m.list ✩

the first time you meet mirio togata, it’s oddly warm for the season— the usual bite to a late autumn’s day nowhere to be found. sunshine beats down on your back, only adding to the heat simmering and rushing through your body as you work to unload moving boxes from the van you’d hired. though, you’re sweaty, and tired from hours of travelling across the cities of Japan, you’re excited for your fresh start. a degree hanging from your belt, plenty of experience behind you— the world is now your oyster.

cardboard filled with knickknacks and memories from your parents, childhood and all your school years sits heavy in your palms before you place it on the sidewalk— knowing that your host in this city will help you move into the gated community nearby, a room with your name painted into the blank white walls already set up for you.

“thas’a cool snow globe!” a childish, boy-ish voice squeaks from beside you once you’ve set the box down— daring to tug your gaze upwards to meet a child who perhaps embodies the same sunshine that’s giving you warmth today. his eyes are a brilliant blue, gaps in his teeth where his adult ones just about break through the gums. the boy points a finger tip covered in blue marker, no doubt, towards the trinket in your box with glimmering matching eyes.

smiling softly, you take it out of your box, thumbing the embossed logo of your university before shaking it and handing it to the tiny blonde. “isn’t it?” you whisper to him like you’re sharing a secret, leaning in real close and cupping his hands in your own. they’re warm. “if you hold it up to the sky, just right…” you add, pushing your hands upward with his to hold the snow globe under the sun. “the light catches on the glitter inside, making a snowy little rainbow!”

“woaaaah! that’s even cooler!”

the boy grins, eyes scintillating like the pearlescent flecks mixed into the water of your snow globe— little bits of white covering the two happy caricatures stuck inside.

“yoshi! how many times do i have to tell you not to run ahead, buddy?” the little boy, that you now know as yoshi, freezes in place— candescent azure eyes shooting over to his father as if he’s been caught in the act. he knows they’ll be late for swimming if they don’t keep walking…but your snow globe is just so cool. if you thought the kid was bright, the man before you is even brighter…the centre of your solar system, a warm heart lodged between his two juicy pecs and a chiselled jaw. he looks like he’s walked straight out of a movie, sending your brain into a tizzy.

he’s stunning and your words come out jumbled as you address him. “is he yours?” you ask, body struck with the heat of the pro hero before you, the sun above you too.

you feel a bit silly for asking the question, the uncanny resemblance between the two becoming even more obvious— as with the fact that it’s lemillion you’re talking to. the elder blonde’s hearty laughter echoing between you both on the side of the street. “yes, he’s mine. all my own flesh and blood,” mirio responds proudly. you’ve always loved children, but you never thought the pro hero would have one of his own.

and you never thought you’d wanted to mother someone’s children as much as you did his. mirio togata, desirable, handsome and good with kids.

“introduce yourself buddy, be polite.”

the little boy nods eagerly, bowing to you with respect after beaming at you warmly. “i-i’m yoshi togata! nice ta’meet you ma’am!”

you giggle and mirio grins. you’re cute, endearing almost— and he finds himself laughing with you.

“it’s lovely to meet you too, yoshi,” you reply, sticking your hand out to shake his tinier one as you give them both your name kindly.

sweet, just like you. mirio likes the way you interact with his son. he likes you, so far.

before mirio can introduce himself back, the driver in your mover’s van honks loudly. “move it lady! i’m not waitin’ out here for you all day or i’m uppin’ the price of your service.” you give the pair an apologetic look in response, offering a high five to yoshi and a shy wave to his dad, scurrying off to finish unloading the van.

and mirio watches you go, for more than one reason.

the second time you encounter mirio togata, is after a disaster— his very reason for existence, his sunshine, little yoshi, nearly loses his light.

you had always wanted to teach. nurturing children into the faces of tomorrow was your calling— guiding them to be good and help others without question…and as it turns out, the graduate teaching position you’d been hired for took in a lot of students who were the children of pro heroes, and the little blonde raised by his almost identical father just so happened to be a student in your kindergarten class. yoshi togata had taken an instant liking to you as his teacher, a child-like wonder akin to magic from fairy tales emitting from the little boy whenever you looked at him, helped him along in reading and solving calculations in the dreaded maths classes.

yoshi absolutely adored you.

he wanted to sit with you at lunch time, tucked himself into your side during nap time and screamed your name the first time his quirk ever activated. as much as the darling boy looked like pro hero lemillion— his quirk was scarily similar to it as well.

yoshi wails the whole way to the hospital, the lack of air he received after slipping through the concrete in the school yard while scraping his knee, a little beyond the school nurse’s jurisdiction. you’d already gotten someone to cover your class, speeding to the nearest emergency room with hope that someone had alerted his father of the situation.

when mirio arrives, yoshi’s cheeks are luckily smeared with chocolate pudding cups instead of saltine tears and he’s surprisingly cheerful for a kid attached to a small IV drip— dressed in his own red-riot themed hospital gown, with you resting beside the bed in his ward.

“how ya feelin’ buddy?” lemillion whispers, tone on the edge of worry as he slips off the cape to his hero costume. “heard you got your quirk today.”

the bouncing baby boy with sunshine in his eyes shuffles onto his knees, wobbling over the edge of his bed before being snatched up by his dad, bright laughter bubbling on his lips when he nearly slips through the beefy man’s arms. “uh huh! an’ miss got me puddin’ cups! said i was real brave.”

“you were kid, but we gotta get this quirk under control! dad’s gonna have to teach ya!”

togata turns to you next, appreciation evident on his matured features— radiating around you warmly. “h-he really was brave,” you say sincerely, sitting up and a little more awake now the pro hero of your dreams is looking deep into your soul. “i was so worried! but yoshi behaved just like a pro.” you cringe a little at your choice of words, but the strapping blonde before you only takes your hand, lips brushing across the back of your knuckles in such a way that tingles run down your spine.

sapphire orbs flick upwards to make yours as you feel the heat of the sun simmering underneath your cheeks.

“thank you for looking out for him,” he says, voice cheerful and like honey in your ears. “i never got to properly introduce myself, even after all this time. i’m—“

“lemillion, i-i know.”

“mirio. togata, actually. and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” mirio cuts you off but the gentle smile never leaves his handsome face, and you’re sure you might pass out— embarrassed by his forwardness and flirting in front of his son, your student ( who’s too occupied by pudding cups and old cartoon reruns to actually care. )

there’s a knock to the door before it opens as the two of you share a moment. “mrs…togata and lemillion, sir! i have an update on your son’s vitals and quirk—“ suddenly, the doctor enters the room like a hurricane disrupting a quaint little farm.

and you jump back from the pro hero, bashful and shy. “o-oh! no. i’m not…we’re not!” gesturing between yourself and mirio, you shake your head— trying to dispel any wedded-couple vibes the pair of you might give off. “i’m just the teacher.”

the doctor raises a brow, looking up from his sheets on the young togata’s vitals and then hums. “my apologies then,” he turns to mirio. “your son seems to be doing extremely well— considering the circumstances and shock to his body he must’ve experienced….”

the doctor’s words fade into nothing but static as you attempt to calm your beating heart— sending reassuring smiles in yoshi’s direction from time to time while his father and the medical expert discuss the next steps to take regarding his quirk.

but you don’t think you’ll get your heart to calm down tonight… not with the way mirio still holds your hand, thumb brushing over the back of it fondly.

your third memorable encounter with mirio togata falls on the day of your school’s winter fundraiser.

lemillion had made himself a permanent fixture in your humble little life as a teacher—somehow acquiring your number from the school offices to constantly text you throughout the day. you knew that the pair of you were crossing the boundaries of professionalism, parent and teacher, but it couldn’t be helped. your heart fluttered at every message you exchanged, pictures of yoshi enjoying himself at school and some of mirio on patrol being sent back and forth.

and so, you were beyond excited when the winter fate rolled around, the children of your class volunteering with their parents to help out at different stalls— yoshi had been sure to sign up to help you with the bake sale, roping in his dad as well. the two stayed up all night prior, baking pro hero themed cupcakes decorated with hundreds and thousands and dollops of tubed colourful frosting to sell, though messy, it only warmed your heart having their company.

“remember yoshi, i don’t want you phasing through the tables to steal the merchandise from the bake sale!” you remind the younger togata sweetly as he helps you set up the various baked goods for display. he shakes his head in affirmation, golden curls bouncing over ocean eyes and freckled cheeks despite the crumbs residing on them— evidence of his crimes. “though, i’m sure your dad will boost our donations! since he’s a pro hero and all.” not to mention all the mothers and single teachers are ogling the hell out him right now, you’re sure that they’re plotting your murder too.

wiping yoshi’s mouth, you shift your attention to his father— rolling your eyes amusedly at the bags under his own from staying up late to bake. “i certainly must be givin’ you an ego boost helping out too, having a pro hero do all your dirty work.” lemillion teases, voice lowered and husky— though grateful when you pass him a hot coffee.

“oh please mister togata,” turning on your own flirty charm, you send a wink the pro hero’s way. “you adore being my little helper, i’m sure you’ve missed having a woman boss you about like you need.” the second half of your words are whispered, almost sultry as you cross more boundaries in your unique and blossoming relationship.

mirio flushes, and in the tight space of your bakesale booth— presses his broad and molten-warm chest against your back, coffee in one hand while the other sits in a calculated manor on your hip.

“oh, i do love a woman in charge, miss.” the way he utters your name, sounds like and is as sweet as melted chocolate— far too risqué for a school fundraiser, and it’s your turn to shy away from the heat of the moment.

you allow yourself to be distracted by the children, yoshi included — who must have snuck off using his quirk— playing dangerously close to a heavily decorated Christmas tree that threatens to topple over as they weave around beneath it, and rush off to stop them— leaving the darling lemillion to deal with a swarm of hungry mothers and staff, desperate for a slice of his pie and not the cake your booth has to offer. he can’t help but watch you longingly, the way you bend down to speak soft to the children, holding their chubby little hands while giving them a gentle reprimand.

you’re so good with kids, good with yoshi— and mirio would be lying if he didn’t say you were good with him too.

you didn’t judge him for having a child before marriage, when he was still making a name for himself— you were kind to him, sweet and oh so understanding.

and perhaps he’d come to like you for reasons more than just being good with his son.

though his fantasises of having you close, having you to himself and making you a part of his family are promptly cut short by the intrusion of his long time friend…izuku midoriya. when the number one, his competion from way back when, seems to appear from nowhere— joining you with the now squealing children, giving them a lesson ( no doubt ) on how to be a good hero. or some mushy crap like that.

you seem impressed, smitten at how good deku is with your students, ruffling their hair and holding them up high above the green ringlets that make everyone go crazy…including you. mirio doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up brighter than those on the Christmas tree as izuku plays with your kids, puts his hand on the small of your back and whispers way too damn close to your ear.

since when did that shrimp have moves? the blonde can’t help but wonder. why do you like him so much?

your smile is near blinding when you return back to the bake sale booth with izuku on your arm— rambling about how much it took to get him to come, how good for the school it will be… as if togata hadn’t been standing right there the entire time. it bothers mirio a little bit, just how bright you shine when this other man is around, despite the budding romance you both might be sharing.

so he really can’t help himself, jealousy boiling over, when he blurts out. “are you two dating? am i missing something, number one?” in a strained, faux happy voice.

“o-oh! god no!”

“w-what? mirio no! midoriya is my cousin.” you’re quick to dismiss the idea, shaking your head while the number one hero turns bright red. “i invited him along today because he’s obviously a hit amongst single parents— freckles like this are sure to bring in the big bucks.” you cheer, punching your relatives star spotted cheeks.

izuku is rendered embarrassed for the remainder of the fundraiser, mirio absolutely mortified and you extremely amused but the rest of the bake sale goes without a hitch until closing and clean up time. yoshi sleeps on a bench behind your booth ( ultimately crashing from a sugar high ) as your cousin serves the very last of your eager customers trying to tempt him with their cookies instead of buying the ones izuku‘s girlfriend makes for a living.

as though not to disturb his sleeping son, the elder blonde shoots you a quick text.

mister togata - 5:45PM : I definitely was not jealous earlier.

mister togata - 5:46PM : So pls disregard me making a fool out of myself in front of your cousin.

you stifle a breathless chuckle like music to mirio’s ears, before looking back to see if yoshi is still resting peacefully and shoot another text in response.

yoshi’s pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : oh i dunno, don’t think i can forget you mistaking my cousin for my boyfriend.

yoshi’s pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : but maybe i can make an exception for you.

that familiar crack of heat flitters in the air when you both look up from your phones and catch one another’s gaze— suddenly aware of how small the space in booth is, how close you both are…how if you stood on your tiptoes you might be able to…

to kiss him.

to kiss one another.

but the moment is soon lost, wanting energy dissipating within the air as yoshi stirs to mumble tiredly. “don’ get too close to daddy miss!” the baby boy utters your name once, rubbing his eyes. “he’s got cooties.”

it’s only then that you truly realise how close you to the man…to this pro hero whose son is someone that you teach. it’s wrong, unprofessional… and losing your career isn’t worth kissing togata, no matter how much you want it.

so you back away— treating mirio togata as if he really does have cooties, putting up a wall between you both.

the fourth time you cross paths with mirio togata, you’re wet.

and not because of him.

the rain from an unexpected storm after work soaks you to the bone as you desperately call out to deku from your shared front porch— pleading and begging with the gods for him to be home since you’d forgotten your house keys back at your office on campus.

neither of you had realised it at the time, but when you’d first met mirio on your move-in date— you’d made arrangements to bunk with your cousin, izuku, in the same gated community that mirio lived in. the one where he just so happened to be neighbours with the top hero too.

the sunshine-like pro hero had spotted you shivering like a purse dog outside while home with a sickly little yoshi and despite the frosty awkwardness that built up between you both after the bake-sale, mirio knew it would be cruel of him to just leave you outside like that. “come inside,” he frowns, as if to scold you the same way you’d do with your students. “you’ll catch a cold like this if you don’t. and i’m not taking no for an answer, deku is on patrol, won’t be home until late.”

you look defeated, like a kicked puppy as you trudge into the togata household, clothes heavy with water. “i’m sorry,” you pout, as cute as ever— stealing mirio’s heart right from where it beats in his chest.

“don’t be, head upstairs and take the first right into my room. you can grab a change of clothes and stay here until your cousin comes home. i’ll fix you something to eat.”

it has the man’s stomach in knots how easily you follow his command, how beautiful you look with raindrops clinging to your skin. you’re even more so when you come back down dressed in an old sir night-eye shirt of his, heading over to join a pleased yoshi on the couch who can’t stop talking about how how he hated missing school and being sick and how glad he is that you came to visit.

yoshi trusts you so much, and that’s more than enough to drive mirio insane…but seeing you in his shirt too? it’s icing on the cake.

the rest of the evening is spent with you making funny shaped homemade pizzas with the younger togata and picking a book for him while his father and lemillion draws him a bubble bath. after washing up, you read yoshi the story until his eyes droop… and you can’t help but be a little jealous of how long his golden lashes are as they brush the freckles on his chubby cheeks. mirio spends that time avoiding eye contact, staring at your bottom when it peeks out from under his shirt and thinking of you in the most unholy ways.

when the time comes, you tuck the darling yoshi into his dinosaur and suneater themed sheets alongside his father before letting the elder togata guide you to the guest bedroom just one floor up and two doors down from his own. “sleep tight,” you murmur to the man, just a breath’s width apart in the doorway. “i-i’ll head back to midoriya’s in the morning. s-so thank you for tonight…”

he wants to say thank you back, for spending time with his son and teaching him so well, but lemillion’s words are lost on the way you look up at him with such bright doe eyes and a sleepy sweet smile. you chuckle breathlessly and slip away into the room, leaving mirio a flustered statue in place.

neither of your nights end there, however.

crossing the lines of professionalism once more, surrounded by all of his scents— hazelnuts and burning wood…you’re overcome with desire, there’s a familiar twitch between your thighs and a throb at your clit that you have to soothe. every neuron in your brain screams at you to stop, though your fingers circle your nub from over the crotch of your panties and thoughts of mirio above you, inside of of you and all over you ebb at your moral judgement.

it’s wrong, to moan mirio’s name into his sheets that smell like him…for you cunt to drool selfishly through your night clothes against the warm blanket he’d provided you with. the blonde hears you through the paper thin walls, cock swelling more and more with every mewl you let out. ones that are promised to him and him alone.

mirio chokes on groans, fists his cock and spreads his precum all over his expensive bed linen, humping his duvet as he imagines your supple, heated flesh beneath him. you’re like the sun, pulling him into your orbit and incinerating him from the inside out. he calls your name like it’s a prayer, half hoping you can hear his wanton for you echo across the hall, too busy jacking off to burst into your room and pump you full. make you a mother to his second and third child.

it’s far from appropriate, the pair of you getting off to one another in the middle of the night like this— but neither of you can think to stop, minds clouded by lust and orgasms that breach the horizon of the early morning… the tastes of each other’s names like sins on your tongues.

the filth and final time you encounter mirio togata like this, you’re like a lamb being sent to the slaughter.

pretty prey walking into the lion’s den.

you learn from yoshi during pick-up time that his father had fallen sick with the winter’s cold…explaining why you hadn’t seen him much between the special encounters after your night of sin. suneater— or mister amajiki, a close friend of the togatas, picks up yoshi under the guise of a play date while mirio recovers from a particularly serious cold and flu he caught on patrol.

“you should go see daddy!” yoshi babbles before bounding down to his uncle’s car. “he calls out for you a lot!” the cluelessness yet enthusiasm of a child will never cease to amaze you, and you have to control your stutter when hesitantly agreeing with your student. you know why mirio calls your name so much, that night hadn’t been the only time you’d gotten off to one another, nor would it be the last. you’d even walked in on the pro hero fisting his cock with your name wet on his tongue but neither of you had said a word at the time.

once all of your students have been sent off with their parents and carers, you make sure to swing by the closest mart to make somewhat of a care package for mister togata. some cough drops, cold medicine, heating pads for his hands and several tins of soup— all with the hope of helping him feel better.

you’re not nearly prepared for the sight you’re given when knocking on mirio’s door later on.

he says your name as soon as he opens up, hoarse and almost sultry,, and the man is half naked too— golden skin radiating with heat, coruscating with sweat and a slight flush from the fever. “fuck, pretty girl. you’ve come t’take care of me, hm?” mirio slurs in a slow and sexy way, swaying on his feet and collapsing onto you right on the front porch. “wha’d’are ya doin’ here gorgeous?”

embarrassment floods your veins, tangling with the heat burning from mirio against you. “l-lets get you inside, you’re sick.”

“lovesick, baby, been missin’ you all week.”

his words shouldn’t send your brain into a flurry as you push the pro hero back into his house but they do. you struggle with avoiding how he slobbers all over you like a horny dog, how he smirks cockily while you push him to sit against the livingroom couch. “we need to bring down this fever,” dismissing the blonde, you rush to his kitchen for a tall glass of water and boil the kettle to make him one of those medicated hot drinks. “you’ll be better soon, mister togata.”

blinking over at you with reddened lined eyes, lemillion keeps a predatory gaze on you despite how ill he is. “using formalities with me, sunshine?” he coos in response, distracted when you return by attempting to tug off more of his clothes…or his pants, rather. “that’s not what you were calling me the other night when you phoned to let me watch you shove your tiny fingers into that tight…pretty pussy…moaning my name—“

“mirio!”

“just like that gorgeous… fuck, say it again, baby.” you know that the man is delirious with his flu, but the low voice he drops deep, dripping with honey, filling you with that familiar lust you got off on whenever the two of you met up in secret. “‘mirio, m-mirio…oh fuck! mirio!’ you get so cute when you whine for me like that.” he’s playing you for a fool and you’re falling for it— like an easy game of cat and mouse, mirio coyly flirting with you as you desperately try to keep his sweatpants on. bundling him up in blankets and filling him up with cold water to calm down his fever.

you’re about to check his temperature again while pressing the back of your hand to his forehead when large and calloused hands grip the fat at your hips— tugging you straight into mirio’s lap like a lion dragging around its prey before the kill. “d-doesn’t look like you’re hot anymore…” you squeak, quivering in his grip and feeling every ripple of his thighs and abs beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself against him.

“fever went down ages ago baby,” he grins, all toothy and pearly white— pinching your waist, slender fingers cupping the curve of your ass to pull you back and forth over the growing bulge in his lap. “you’re just so fucking cute, dotin’ all over me, sunshine.” biting your lip, you fall apart easily— bearing witness to tousled golden locks and a smirk that sets a fire alight in your lower belly. “you wanna kiss me, don’t you?”

then you’re nodding your head, any logical thought cleared from your mind ( even the ones about not spreading germs that you usually tell to your students )— you want to know what the sun tastes like, if it’s as warm or as hot as science makes it seem. a heavy hand cups your throat without squeezing and brings you down for a passionate lip lock, your own finding the thick tresses of light and fiery hair as mirio’s tongue glides over the seam of your lips after pressing against yours. you moan at the sweet taste of honey and ginger on his lips, whimper in the form of begging for the man to let you in and consume you whole until you’re nothing but stardust.

neither of you part, lungs burning for oxygen like you’re lost in space with no air to breathe— grinding and kissing like your lives depend on it. everything is sloppy, spit-slicked and full of the admissions of feelings— you like each other. need each other like the earth needs its light and the sun needs something to shine down on. mirio sucks on your bottom lip, takes it between his teeth and slowly pulls away from you, but you follow him, chasing your own personal ecstasy.

“so needy, sunshine,” mirio coos, a certain deep rasp caught in the ridges of his throat. “so pretty like this too, so cute, all small in my lap. with my hands around your darlin’ little neck.” cobalt eyes, as luminous as the skies on a clear day flicker up to meet yours, swimming with tears of desperation— a craving for more of mirio togata carved into each fleck, drowning your dilated pupils. “do you want me to fuck you?”

you nod again, the world around you spinning and your thoughts intoxicated with the golden boy hero beneath your thighs that tremble with each compliment he feeds to you. “yes— god, please.”

“please, what?” togata asks you, voice stern as he works on pulling you out of the layers of your clothes— blouse and bra gone before you can even register it.

pouting, you whisper a needy. “m-mirio?”

shaking his head as if chastising a child, the man tuts and mocks your pout all while working on plucking off your skirt next, leaving you in nothing but your innocent cotton panties. “that’s daddy when i’m with you,” he tells you like it’s a promise with his fingers once again fumbling between your bodies and underwear to toy with the pearl between your puffy pussy lips, dragging the newfound wetness over your clit. clear strings of your arousal seep through your panties and leave a dark spot on his sweats. “daddy, when i have you like this, you got that?”

“y-yes,” you mewl eagerly, shifting on your knees so you’re better spread over mirio’s lap— giving him better access to prep your sweet hole as it flutters around his thick digits, earning a breathless chuckle from his wet lips. “yes, daddy.”

“good fucking girl,” he says proudly, gaze fixated on between your pretty thighs— watching you quiver from the praise before mirio relents, easing two fingers past your soaked entrance and scissoring them immediately. stretching you wide to take his girthy cock. “oh fuck, my little sunshine’s so warm, so wet for me.” he groans, drawing his name against your silken walls, thumb painting wide sloppy circles into your clit.

your face feels hot with tears, something that mirio enjoys seeing, especially when they clump in your eyelashes. “please…i want more,” i want you. is what you mean, nails lightly cutting into mirio’s shirtless shoulders as you ride the digits pumping in and out of your slick cunt, squeezing tight around them as you gush into the seat of his palm. “d-daddy!”

“shhh, i know little sunshine, daddy knows,” he hums softly after pressing down on your g-spot, carefully pulling his fingers out of you to push you onto your back on the couch. “be good f’me and don’t cum yet, kay? want you to hold onto that until i’ve got you on my cock. yeah?” mirio’s words are tender, though domineering, while he shifts to hover over you, hot tongue burning against your skin as he licks a trail from the hem of your panties, between your arching back, bare breasts and budding nipples until he meets your lips— drooling into your eager open mouth as you pant out for more. “so fucking perfect, sunshine.”

cool air rushes over your pulsating, glistening pussy— mirio having pulled your underwear aside, only causing you to cry out from the lack of stimulation. “don’t cry, pretty baby,” you manage to hear him over the blood pulsing through your ears, body tingling all over at the feeling of mirio’s girthy cock pressing against your inner thigh through layers of fabric. “‘m gonna fuck you now, don’t worry. daddy’s gotcha.”

he hikes a thigh of yours up over his hip, shoving down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his mushroomed and seedy cockhead press into the heat of your pussy. you dig your nails into mirio’s sweaty scalp, mouth hanging open and hips rising from the sticky leather of the couch covered in your juices. the man above you is the centre of your universe, you think. though your relationship may be somewhat taboo, you feel the care and affection he has for you in every single one of his touches. calloused hands moulding your body into the perfect shape to fuck, to make love to and makes you feel like jello as his fat, veiny dick pushes deeper into you— big for the slickness of your pussy to resist him.

“relax for daddy, sweetheart, let me in…c’mon, fuck. open up f’me,” mirio simpers, rolling his hips slow and sensual until your walls tremble around him— welcoming his dick home, bathing him in all of your arousal. he throbs inside you, finally sheathed in all your warmth as if you’re the core of his earth. “that’s it…my good girl, oh fuck. fuck, you feel better than i ever imagined. so fucking tight baby, gonna let daddy fuck you right, huh?” you can tell that he’s losing himself within you, now forcing your knees into your shoulders to put you into a mating press and wasting no more time setting a rough, feverish pace to his hips and pounding into your sweet cunt.

you cry and squeal and claw at togata, the world spinning on its axis around you while the blonde fucks you into a stupor— his tip smearing copious amounts of thick precum along your velveteen insides until there’s a white ring of your mixed arousals cuffed around the base of his blue veined cock. “d-daddy…s’good. so fuckin’ good,” your own juices splash up against the pro hero’s stomach and and every time his hips slam down against your own— wet skin slapping on skin in a rhythmic and sensual tune.

galaxies twinkle in your pretty eyes, your teeth sinking into mirio’s golden and broad shoulders while you scratch at his back. the sound of sex clinging to the air in the room is primal, animalistic as lemillion cups your throat again— tilting your head so that he can mark his claim into your sweat tainted flesh. the fabric of your panties pushed to the side rubs deliciously at his soaked, creamy shaft and the waistband of his pants rub your clit raw, the effect the clothing has on you both leading you to believe that neither of you will last much longer like this.

“‘m makin’ you see fuckin’ stars, aren’t i sunshine?” he asks you, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust—cum-loaded balls tapping against your ass, the sound mixing with your squeals to make a lustful song. “want this pretty pussy to cum for me. can you do that, my good girl?” mirio moans heartily above the couch squeaking beneath your bodies that dance together in rough and passionate movements.

he smiles again, nice and bright when you nod and start to circle your hips upwards as best as you can into his. “‘m close, can cum for daddy. wanna cum for daddy. please don’t stop, please—!”

“alright baby, i gotcha…look at you. so cute and needy for your daddy. for me.” mirio gunts back into your mouth, falling apart at the sight of your lovesick and teary face, crumbling at the way your cunt clamps down on him— refusing to let him pull out in an attempt to milk him for all his worth. you’re tight around him, practically choking mirio’s cock as his fat milky tip bullies your insides and harshly bares down on your g-spot— sending you headfirst into your orgasm. “that’s it…fuck look at that, pretty lil pussy cummin’ around daddy’s fat cock. s-shit.”

soft praises are expelled into the buzzing air between you both, with you gasping for breath and squirting on the blonde’s dick so hard that he’s forced out of your pulsing walls before he cums in hot waves over your raw mound— painting your ravaged pussy lips white with his hot and thick seed.

you’re both left panting and sticky messes on the couch as you come down from your highs— your mind running a mile a minute when you realise what’s just happened, what you’ve done with the father of your student. no less.

“m-mister togata, i-i’m—“ you start to apologise, coming too, heart rate spiking in your chest.

but mirio is quick to stop you, forehead and sweaty blonde locks pressed to your own with a dreamy and satisfied look on your face. “before you say anything more. i want you to know that this wasn’t just a hook up for me. nor were the times before that.” he explains,blinking up at you with unadulterated affection, perhaps even love. “i like you, a-and i like how you look out for my son. and i know our relationship has been far from appropriate, i’d like to take you out for a proper date— do things right instead of sleeping with you to work up my courage to ask you out.”

“mirio…” you smile, brushing back his hair. “i’d love that, a lot actually.”

“yeah?” he asks, timid for a man who just fucked you to the high heavens and back before linking your fingers. “say you mean it, or you’ll be breakin’ both mine and yoshi's hearts.”

“yeah…” you murmur through a laugh, leaning up for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

the fifth time you encounter mirio togata, you walk into the lions den, but come out with him hand in hand— your hearts belonging to one another.

#mirio x reader #mirio smut #mirio togata smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio imagines #mirio fluff #mirio x you #bnha imagines #mirio togata x you #mha smut #mha x reader #mha imagines #mirio togata fluff #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸)

Summary: How do the MHA men react when you write out a text confessing to them that you never intend to actually send, yet you accidentally send it to them anyways?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of food, mentions of insecurities/self-doubt

Characters: Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Hawks (Keigo Takami), Shota Aizawa, All Might (Toshinori Yagi)

Part 1 | Part 3

♡ Tamaki Amajiki ♡

♡ Mirio Togata ♡

♡ Keigo Takami ♡

♡ Shota Aizawa ♡

♡ Toshinori Yagi ♡

A/N: I decided to write a second set of these because you guys really seemed to like the first one, and I have plans to at least write two more sets (one for the 1-A girls and one for the villains) but I definitely forgot a few characters that I wanted to add to the last one, so if you have any specific characters that you want to see included in these please just let me know! Requests are currently open, so if you have a request for me to write then feel free to send it in!

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flames-tstuff · 10 months

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One of my absolute favorite ships/pairings from bnha <3 This was a request from my event (many months ago lol) but I also have been wanting to draw them for ages now anyway.

I wanted to try subverting the ler!mirio / lee!tamaki alignment since that's the easiest way to go about it (but don't get me wrong—I still love ler!mirio / lee!tamaki :) the sunshine boy needs some love too, ya know?

Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy! <3

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kairitai · 9 months

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❤ ENEMIES TO LOVERS W/ MIRIO TOGATA FT. SHORT READER ❤ Repost of the fic because my dumb ass DELETED IT :((

WARNINGS: swearing, slight suggestibe themes. bickering and general bullfuckery with my scrungly <3

You absolutely despised how positive this man was, why is he so loud all the time? why does he tell lame jokes? how is he always so smiley? isn’t it tiring?

You scoffed whenever he entered the room, you rolled your eyes when he addressed you and did all sorts of rude things just to get a rise out of him.

Of course he noticed all the stank faces you threw at him for just breathing in your general direction. And quite frankly he’s had enough.

That’s perfectly fine, two can play that game.

“Ey Mirio, you got the notes to the class? Your fucking lamp post of a body was blocking my view from the board.” “Bold of you to assume I was even taking notes, Lord Farquad.”

After that its CONSTANT BICKERINGGGG. The both of you keep trying to find some way or the other to get on the others nerves.

Very entertaining to see you two fight, “Better than Love Island” quotes Tamaki.

“You have the personality equivalent to a wet sock covered in glitter”

“Real.”

“Talking with you feels like putting on an itchy sweater that’s six sizes too small.” “Fells like I’m pouring straight bleach into my eyes when I look at you.”

“FUCK YOU, GO TO HELL” “Noted. Savin’ u a seat, you want the kiddie size or are you big enough to sit in the regular ones?”

Does the stupidest things to get your attention, takes out all your pen cartridges, blunts your sharpener, flicks erasers at you, messes with ur binder notes mixing subjects, sending u pictures of minion tic tacts saying “Look its you <3”, vandalizing your textbooks ect ect.

Unrelated but he’s got u saved as “Fucky Faced Chihuahua” cause he heard you got him saved as “Sentient Shitstain”

He’ll shove his hand to cover your entire face to silence you. “Ah pupupupuh shut.”

Favourite past time is commenting on your height and watching you get all huffy and red about it. Constantly using your head as an arm rest, putting your favourite mug on the top shelf and hiding the stool you use loves seeing you jump to get it and snatching stuff from your desk which you left unattended dangling it over your head. He is fully entertained when you bark at him.

He’s normally un-phased at your snarky comments and playfully goes along but one rare occasions he’ll let you have it.

“God help you if you interrupt me one more time for I am going to pour cement into your ears”

“YOU LYING, CHEATING, DUSTY LITTLE FUCK TRUMPET-”

“Your smooth brain cant even recall what a participant phrase is, let alone you being able to comprehend the concept itself.”

Zero chill during sparring session. none at all.

Oh you think you’re besting him bc you manages to land a singular punch on him? bet, he’ll body slam you further asserting how small you are compared to the absolute giant he is.

Somewhere along the lines the bickering and taunting turns into passive aggressive flirting and its just glorious.

“I am going to smother you with a pillow shut the fuck up” “BET, who’s dorm?”

“That is the ugliest fucking shirt i have ever seen you wear.” “take it off then if you have a problem with it??” “…” “...wAIT-”

#mirio togata #mirio #mirio togata x reader #mirio x reader #mirio togara x y/n #mirio x you #mirio togata x you #mirio x y/n #mha mirio togata #mha fanfiction #mirio togata headcanons #mirio headcanons #mirio togata fanfiction #mha x reader #bhna x reader

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 years

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They had a nightmare where their S/O died

[ SCENARIO ] [ Nejire, Tamaki, Mirio ]

[ My hero academia / Boku no hero academia ]

I love The Big Three!! :DDD

Also i love angst but sometimes I feel bad for the characters :P

Nejire Hado

She wake up suddenly all scare in cold sweat . It only takes her a moment to realize that it was just a dream

Nejire tried really hard to calm herself down and return to her cheerful self. It was just a nightmare! Nothing to be afraid of!

But she just can't bring herself to stop shaking. Nejire didn't want to wake you up, but she can't handle this any more!

If your sleeping with her she will inmediatly hug you as tightly as she can, putting her head in your chest to hear your heartbeat.

If you're not there she will call you saying that she just can't fall sleep and wanted to hear your voice!

You can notice how shaky she is right now, a bit of fear in her voice. If you ask her she will try to deniet but it wouldn't take long for her to break on tears

She will tell you how scare she was! She tried to save you but she didn't! she may even apologize. If you want to know the details of her nightmare she will tell you, but if you don't want to hear them its okay!

It will take a while but with your comfort she can bring herself to feel comfortable enough to fall sleep again (she just don't want to have another dream like that). She will ask you to hold her for the rest of the night or stay in the phone talking to her until she fall sleep.

The next day she will be her cheerful self again, if you ask her she will tell you that she's fine but you'll notice how she become a little more clingy than normal (just for a few days though)

Mirio Togata

He wake up in panic but it wouldn't take to much to understand that it was just a nightmare.

Mirio will try to calm down, repeating to himself that theres nothing to be afraid of, it was just a nightmare and you're fine!

He's scare and holding his tears, he's thinking of you, Mirio is trying to concentrate just in good things, like what you two did that day, in your beautiful smile and how strong you are!

If you're sleeping with him he will cuddle you, in case you wake up he will shush you saying that everything its fine, just go back to sleep, he's there to protect you!

If you aren't there he won't call you, he don't want to wake you up (even if he feels a little anxious about you)

The next morning he will greet you with a big hug, asking you things like how did you sleep? did you sleep well? What did you dream of? If you ask him why so many questions he will just say it's nothing, he's happy to see you!

Mirio still feel a little afraid and uneasy after his nightmare, and he will express this in a discreet ways

He become a little anxious, being worried whenever you go to train or in patrol, telling you to be careful out there and that if you need anything don't hesitant to ask him for help he is your hero after all!

You'll notice his strange behavior, when you ask him about it he will tell you about his nightmare (a little hesitant). If you want to know the details he'll tell you

After you comfort him he feel better, calming himself and feeling more at easy.

He still feel a little afraid of losing you, but he know that you're strong and that he will protect if you need it!

Amajiki Tamaki

When he wake up he is in a full state of panic, even when he can see that he is in the darkness in his room he can't really concentrate in anything.

When Tamaki finally manage to understand that it was just a nightmare he break in tears shaking, he was so scared!

If you're there sleeping with him that for sure will wake you up. When you try to comfort him, he'll hold you tightly and cry in to your chest, repeating apologies for not helping you!

When he finally calm down he will tell you about his nightmare without much details, he just doesn't want to remember it

It take a lot for him to even try go to sleep again, you have to reassure him that every thing wil be fine, you'll be there in the morning when he wake up again. He will fall sleep with you in his arms, either holding you or in your chest hearing your heartbeat

If you aren't there he wont call you, he want, he's desperate to hear your voice but he don't want to wake you up or bother you! Not like he will

He probably wont be able to fall sleep again or with a lot of troubles, he's afraid to have another nightmare

The next day when he sees you he'll inmediatly embrece you in a really tight hug and trying to hold back his tears

If you ask him he would be hesitant to tell you, but he will

After this Tamaki will become really clingy and a little paranoid, he's super scared of lose you, but with your comfort and reassurance that everything will be fine and that nothing bad will happen to either of you he will be able to calm down (at least a little)

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s0ftlybratz · 1 year

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mha characters x s/o with big lips

includes; mirio, shigaraki, monoma, tamaki

warnings; mentions of pda, suggestive themes??

a/n; can you tell i have no romantic life. lowkey corny

mirio

king of worship.

would stare and when you catch him he’d be honest about it.

would always want a kiss.

due to his quirk he doesn’t get embarrassed too easily and would enjoy pda.

he wouldn’t be too over the top but it’s mirio so expect a kiss.

in private he’s the complete same person.

would get all giddy if you gave him an unexpected kiss.

gets super pouty if you deny him a kiss.

a little shyer in private because he doesn't have to put on a show of some sort around you.

would do lipscrubs with a super wide grin on his face.

would do the whole 360 to feel ur soft lips on his.

any reward you let him receive its a kiss.

watches like a puppy whenever you put on lip gloss.

you felt nervous during the first kiss since it would feel awkward because of how big your lips were.

mf enjoyed it😏

even went back for seconds

couldn’t get enough

he was addicted.

shigaraki

first kiss had him drooling

didn’t know he could get addicted to something

also didn’t know something could get him that har-

always asks you to “kiss his boo-boo” better.

gets extremely flustered whenever you give him a suprise kiss

before you he wasn’t really interested in self care let alone chapstick

bro has a whole lip scrub stash and chapstick to last a zombie apocalypse.

watches you like a hawk when you put on lipgloss

always begs for a kiss after you put some on

always lead to some spicy time after😏

his favorite kiss are cheek kisses

it’s so wholesome considering how things always go south whenever you give him a kiss

monoma

prideful mf didn’t want you to realize how much he liked the kiss

sneakily watches you put on lip gloss

and subconsciously licks his lips every single time

would do lipscrubs in secret

loves when you praise him on how soft his lips are

is on cloud nine fr

no matter how much he denies it

he loves neck kisses

easiest way to get him to listen to you

like a puppy following you everywhere hoping for more.

Tamaki

shyly watched you at first

then as you guys got more comfortable he would just watch your lips as you applied lip gloss

was at first confused when doing lip scrubs

would always lick his lips forgetting not all of them are edible

would use shea butter before going on hero missions

and after so he could give you a kiss without a complaint

you asked him what to get him off a birthday present and he fr asked for a kiss😭

favorite thing about the day starting

finds it fascinating how ur lips get bigger overnight

a little confused as to the science behind it but think it adds to your beauty

a little shyer to pda

tried to get comfortable with it

doesn’t want other to know how well he gets it behinf closed doors

sticks to small pecks and handholding

always knocks the wind outta him if you give him a suprise kiss

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bakubunny · 8 months

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headcanon: guys who cum without being touched when you ride their face

eijirou, izuku, denki, tomura, iida, mirio, keigo

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bakugokemkatsuki · 7 months

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Tamaki Amajiki X (GN) Reader :

**Genre: Fluff?? **Word Count: 647 **Warning(s): cussing, some inappropriate remarks, use of c^nt once, cringy, NOT proofread, thought of this at 2 am **Key: R/N- Random Name, R/N/F- Random Name’s Friend, Y/N- Your Name **Note: Y/n gender is not specified/ GN for anyone

Background: You and Tamaki have been dating for a few months and have been friends since middle school. No one knows you two are together. Nejire and Mirio know Tamaki is seeing someone but respects his privacy and your friends don’t know you’re seeing anyone. You are a first year in this. Everyone knows you two are close friends but no one thinks it could be anything more. This does have things that don’t follow the timeline/plot line exact and yes this is partially based on that one scene in Victorious. NOW onto the story!

The festival of the year was here. The weather was perfect, the light breeze carrying the sounds of laughter and joy through the air. Everyone was at the U.A. Festival. One of the third year classes had put on a dance for their activity. Everyone was dancing having a good time. At least it seemed that way, over near the side by some tables were the big three. They were all talking, when two girls came up to them. “Hey it’s Tamaki, right? We’re in the same year! I’m (R/N) and this is (R/N/F).” Tamaki was very flustered and taken aback by the attention. “h..hi, nice to meet you two.” With this Mirio decided to pipe in, “I’m Mirio and this is Nejire. We’re Tamaki’s best friends. It’s a pleasure to meet you guys.” “We know you two, we came here to talk to Tamaki” (R/F/N) snootily responded. After that conversation continued mostly (R/N) flirting and (R/F/N) edging them on. Tamaki was getting very uncomfortable. Across the room, you were dancing and having fun with your friends when you caught sight of Tamaki looking like he’s about to be sick. You quickly tell your friends you’ll be back and start making your way over to everyone. As you approach you hear (R/N) say, “so you’re quick, you use tentacles a lot, I wonder what else those tentacles can do”. “Um, excuse me. He has a girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other .” [Nejire] “I don’t see her/him/them” [R/N] Hearing this you storm up behind R/N not even caring that you just knocked about twenty people over on your way. R/N turns to look you up and down after you tap them on the shoulder. “Now you see her/him/them” “Well I don’t see much”[R/N]. At this point the music is off and the room is quiet all attention on you and R/N. “Leave my BOYFRIEND alone.” “And what if I don’t? I mean he can do so much better than some puny first year like yourself. He’d mush rather have an older more experie….” Before R/N could finish their sentence you decked them in the face. “What the hell is wrong with you! Sexualizing him when it’s clearly making him uncomfortable and disrespecting our relationship on top of that. Stay the HELL away from my boyfriend, got it c^nt” R/N and their friend quickly ran off. “Wow that was nice of you to cover for Tamaki, pretending to be his girlfriend/ boyfriend/ significant other. You’re a good friend y/n.” Hearing yourself referred to as a good friend by Mirio really hurt but you simply nod and walk back to your friends. You’re about half way back when you feel someone grab your arm and spin you around, before you can process what is happening lips are on yours. You immediately recognize them as Tamaki’s. Kissing him back you, he quickly pulls away, “..um thanks.. for that and um sorry for not telling everyone about us sooner.. I just I really.. um…” “I know you hate all the attention. No worries. And I’m glad everyone knows now.” Everyone around you two were cheering and tamaki confessed for the first time… “ I love you (y/n)” stunned you stare at him for a moment before simply replying “I love you too Tamaki” and pulling him into another quick kiss.

Sorry this was cringy and horrible writing this was done at 2am and is my first Fanfic type thing!! Requests are open if anyone is interested!! And thank you for reading!!

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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mirio togata dating an introvert

pairing: mirio togata x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

mirio is the biggest extrovert out there, while you are the type who prefers to avoid being around too many people

mirio absolutely respects your wish and he doesn't mind it if you prefer to do things on your own, instead of with him and his friends

however when the two of you do end up going out with his friends, mirio keeps an eye out for you, to make sure you aren't getting overwhelmed

he knows that it can get a bit too much for you if he drags you along to public events, but he's always ready to leave whenever you don't have any energy to stay there anymore

you always try to stay around as long as you can, for your boyfriends sake, but the two of you have come up with a way for you to signal that you want to leave

whenever things get too much for you, you'll walk up to mirio and hug him tight

he'll look down at you, to check if you're trying to give him a signal or if you just need a hug

whenever you nod, he'll know that you'd like to leave and in the next five minutes, he'll tell his friends that it's getting late and that he'll take you home now

he never mentions that you're the one that wants to leave, since he doesn't want to draw more attention to you than you are comfortable with

often times the two of you end up grabbing some snacks on the way home or get burgers at a drive by

though if you're really exhausted, mirio will immediately drive you home and let you rest for the night!

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kozubaby · 1 year

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Mirio is a bad kisser.

Well...he was a bad kisser.

Honestly, it's more like his kisses just weren't designed for you initially.

He'd move too fast or his lips would be too dry or his tongue would try to get waaaaay too deep because that's what he knew.

But those things worked for someone else, not you.

Lucky for you as someone who loves Mirio and wants to kiss him-

He's a fast learner.

And more than anything in the world?

He wants to make you happy.

So, after an embarrassing first kiss and several just as embarrassing follow ups, he flat out asks you to teach him what you like.

And after your own embarrassment wears off, you do.

And those once awkward, dry, stiff kisses turn into soft, warm, deep, butterfly-inducing, knee-buckling kisses that leave you breathless and dizzy and leave him with the biggest goofiest smiles on his handsome face because you're finally on the same page, and kissing has never ever felt better for either of you.

#mirio x you #mirio x reader #mirio fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mirio togata #mirio headcanons

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stickycreatorunknown · 1 year

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Broken Bed - Mirio Togata x (afab)gn!reader

Pairing: – Mirio Togata x (afab)gn!reader

Summary: A good afternoon fuck in which a little bit of an unfortunate incident turns into more fun.

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, penetration (f!receiving), spanking (just a lil), f!ejaculation, m!ejaculation, no condom

Word Count: 1.9k

/Masterlist for others ;)

His lips were always so gentle, and soft as they brushed across your skin, leaving trails of small kisses across your neck and shoulders. Your arms were wound around him, one holding firmly to his back while the other hand trailed into his hair, holding onto it as you arched your body into his, head tilted back to let him reach as much of you as possible. Your legs were bent and up around his hips as his body leaned into yours, heavy and strong as he was careful not to press his full weight on you but still let you feel him against you. He was already hard and you were practically whining as you pushed your hips against him, needing to feel his length press against you, even if over the top of your pants.

One of his arms kept him up above you while the other trailed down your arched back slowly, his fingers dipping beneath your shirt to let his palm trail back up your skin sending shivers of anticipation up your spine. You did whine this time, whimpering a little plea in his ear before kissing the edge of his jaw, trailing your tongue down his neck. He almost laughed, loving the way you sounded when you were so needy. He pulled his hand from your back and sat up a bit, gently pushing your chest to make you lay flat, giving him room to pull off his shirt. He did so slowly, your eyes drinking in the reveal of every curve of muscle across his stomach and chest. Your hands went to his pants immediately, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he helped you push them off. You bit your lip as you tried to reach for his boxers as well, tight on his hips and perfectly showing the outline of his standing cock. You wanted to see it, touch it, put it inside yourself to feel him fill you. Even beneath his boxers with it held against him the sheer size was enough to almost make you drool.

He was quick to stop you, swiftly taking hold of your wrists to pin them above you, his other hand slowly tugging your shirt up your body.

“Your turn,” He said coyly, lifting your shirt to reveal your stomach and chest, his lips immediately on your skin once more, kissing slowly down your body as you whined and squirmed beneath him, loving every second of his touch. He held you easily, sometimes forgetting how strong he is, but it was something you thought was sexy. The moments when he would lean into you and you'd feel how big he is, those moments when he’d lift you up to kiss you and forget how much smaller you are than him, and the moments when he’d really let go and fuck the shit out of you.

He kissed across your hips and lower belly slowly, his tongue trailing beside the waist of your pants, teasing you. You tugged on your wrists, his hand gentle but still tight as he sat up to eye you, smiling as he leaned back up your body to meet your lips with his own. You melted beneath him, completely forgetting yourself as your lips moved together, his body against you again and your legs around him, holding him close. His kisses were getting faster, letting you know how much he wanted you too. He let go of your hands and your arms wrapped around his waist, hands trailing his muscular back and down to his hips, moving your legs enough to let your hands hold them and gently grope his ass. He chuckled softly into the kiss and leaned back a bit to eye you, your grin innocent and sweet as you smacked his ass softly. He leaned back enough to lift his weight from you, suddenly flipping you over and tugging your pants and underwear down and swiftly off. You gasped softly and peered over your shoulder just enough to see him smile, hands trailing over your ass and cupping it, squeezing gently as he pushed you into the bed.

You giggled softly, hiding your face in your arms as he smacked your ass suddenly, making you gasp again. He leaned over you and kissed the back of your shoulders and neck gently, you could feel the grin on his lips.

“I love your laugh,” He whispered and you blushed, thankful your face was hidden. You felt him shifting around and heard his underwear drop to the floor, making you bite your lip and peer over your shoulder at him, almost turning your body over to reach for him. He was quicker, lifting your hips up and pushing your legs apart a bit, pressing his body against you so you could feel his erection between you two. You sank forward, your back arching as he adjusted your hips, one hand going around you and between your legs to slide between your folds and feel you. You gasped, whining as his fingers ran along your wet lips, searching for and then circling your clit with enough pressure to make you moan louder than you were expecting. He let out a small sigh, a sound you were familiar with as you knew he would sigh before he moaned. He toyed with you for a while, long enough to make you whine and spread your legs even further for him, but not so long as to keep you waiting. You felt him lean back a bit, his hand guiding the tip of his cock against you, prodding at your now dripping sex.

“Oh,” He sighed softly, feeling how wet you were as he pushed against you, stretching you just a bit but not going inside yet. You arched your back further, far needier now than before, almost ready to beg him for it. His hands were so gentle as they now trailed your sides, his tip firm against your entrance when he suddenly took hold of you, holding you in the position he needed as he slowly slid himself into you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, already feeling the stretch of your walls against him, his tip pushing against your ending before he was even all the way in. He held for a moment, letting you melt down into the bed and whimper as you got used to the feeling, gently bucking your hips back against him when you were ready. He was always careful but you could tell this time he was just as needy as you, rolling his hips carefully against yours before he started to really fuck you. You moaned loudly, barely able to hear his own soft moans as he pounded into you, filling you perfectly with every thrust. He adjusted carefully and stood at the edge of the bed now, assuring neither of you slid away as he fucked you, but there was something that was off. The mattress was sliding a bit and suddenly you heard a snap.

“Oh shit,” His voice was apologetic as he slowed, listening to see what had made the sound when suddenly the legs on the side of the bed gave out, cracking as they broke away from the bed and you both stumbled as it fell. It was just the one side, leaving the bed tilted at a very odd angle as you sat up suddenly to eye the opposite side of the bed as he carefully pulled out of you and lifted your body to let your feet rest on the floor, both you now standing above the broken bed staring down at it.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, already grabbing clothes from the floor, “I can fix it, no problem at all, you have tools right? If not I know I do, and I can-” You stopped him as he tried to hand you your pants, covering his lips with your hand as you stood up onto your toes and stared into his eyes.

“Togata, I need you to finish fucking me first,” You said sternly and he nodded, mumbling against your lips.

“I can do that,” He said and you smiled, your clothes back on the floor as he dropped them and quickly picked you up. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him as he pushed your back against the wall, adjusting himself carefully under you as you shifted on his hips to allow for his cock to press against you. You bit your lip as you held onto his shoulders, one of them hard and flexed as he held a hand against the wall to keep you steady, the other guiding his cock back inside you. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as you felt how he fit in this position, your body sliding down against him to take, even more, prodding against your end as you were tight around his cock.

“Oh, wow,” He moaned out, almost surprised at how good it felt to be inside you this way. He leaned his body carefully, making sure to keep you against the wall, shifting his now free hand to hold onto your hip as he held you back and up at the same time. You whimpered as you felt him start to thrust, his hips leaving yours for only a moment before you felt yourself back on top of him again, his cock stretching you and pushing against your insides, making your eyes roll back again. You held his shoulders tightly, whimpering and moaning as you tried to open your eyes, wanting to see the look on his face as he fucked you. He always looked like he was concentrating but also giddy like he couldn’t hold back a smile. He was watching you intently now, kind of enjoying the fact that his dick was so good your eyes rolled back. Your mouth hung open, long strings of moans coming out as you squeezed his shoulders and his cock. You felt so good and he loved the look on your face.

“Oh, oh!” You whimpered suddenly, your legs shaking as he tried to adjust to moving his hand between them, searching for your clit to make you cum harder. You gasped when he found it, his fingers pushing against it and rubbing it quickly as he thrust. You couldn’t hold back, arms wrapping around him suddenly to tug him against you, his thrusts slowing as your chests pressed together and he helped you ride out your orgasms. Your moans were so sweet against his ear as you held him tightly, unknowingly milking him as he bit his lip and came with you.

“Can you stand?” He asked sweetly against your shoulder, leaving fluttering kisses across it as you both were still against each other now. His cock was still inside you and slowly going soft, making you blush as your legs held onto him.

“Yes,” You said, “Maybe,” Clarifying as he gently moved his body back, keeping you against him but off of the wall now as your legs unwrapped and reached the ground. The feeling of his cock sliding out of you always made you giggle and he smiled sweetly, loving the sound of you.

“I can fix your bed now,” He said, hands slowly rubbing up your sides and waist. You laughed, standing back up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his chin.

“I’ll help,” You said and this time he laughed, nodding as he grabbed your clothes.

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