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helloescapist · 10 months

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Bento Confessionals | Fat Gum

Word Count: 3960

Setting: early established relationship; Fat Gum x gn!reader; SFW, short

Content Warning(s): brief hint of assault, hint of objectification

Summary: being in a relationship with a pro-hero is something that happens over time, and as work picks up for Fat Gum following the Shie Hassaikai Incident, you reminisce of your time together, determined to do everything you can to support him.

A/N: just me considering a whole bento confessionals series... 🫣

[not my art, credit goes to the artist!]

Sunlight filtered through the room, glanced pass sheer white curtains that smelled of the breeze that dared to drift through the open window. Its warmth danced across the humble balcony into your small one-bedroom apartment. The distant sound of the hustle and bustle of the day, gentle and unassuming. At one time, the hush tones of the market had been quite the adjustment when you had relocated to Esuha City.

The almost serene atmosphere having given rise to a nameless anxiety, and practically convinced you that there must be something lurking within the shadows. The peaceful abode a stark contrast from the hectic life you had lived in Tokyo, you reminisced as you maneuvered your small section of your loft apartment dedicated to the kitchen. The small number of necessities for life alone cleanly put away, and the trace of chocolate ivy dangling from the top shelf; it was a humble kitchen, one your parents had openly scoffed at, but it was your kitchen. The only other tenant the occasional house plant you had impulsively brought along to make the space feel more inviting, less alone. Their presence warmed the lower white counters nestled against a simple fridge, and wood counter tops, as you adjusted the faucet’s water levels. The slightest hint of chocolate ivy from the plant who had made its home at the top of the highest cabinet tickled your nose as you folded over the daikon, cleansing it from any soil or pest that might have snuck aboard its leaves. Their yellow bright amongst the blanched background, reminding you of the day you had first met him.

Boxes piled on boxes, chairs resting on tables to leave the floor beneath exposed, packaging delicately removed to reveal glassware, you had just moved from Tokyo in nothing short of a fit of rage and humiliation. The mere idea of your employer suggesting you relocate from your hard-earned role as the restaurant’s Sous Chef and abandon any claim of climbing the kitchen hierarchy to be… a mascot? Oh, the rage that had coursed through your trembling body, the curse words you had bellowed in the short man’s face as you fumbled to untie your apron, smacking it into his tacky mustache with all the might you could muster. His muttering of utilizing quirks as his excuse to depose of you, for the good of the health of the business. Stating that your quirk and pretty face made for the perfect opportunity to boost morale and draw in consumers. Oh you had seethed from every pore of your being, your face redder than the tomatoes you had tossed in his face when the word slipped past his thin, rat lips. Mascot. MASCOT. Fought to free yourself of the buttons of your double-breasted jacket, willing to expose yourself to the whole staff—the patisserie had certain caught a glimpse, but whatever it took to rid you of the fine cuisine’s establishment embroidered on your breast. Trampling the material in one final attempt to swing at the executive chef, the saucier having blocked your route, having simple to settle for being hoisted out of the restaurant by the chef de cuisine alongside a few of the waiting staff. When the news broke to your family, things had only grown more turbulent (and provided fuel to your fire) as they struggled to comprehend your refusal of “promotion”. Reminiscent of the days preceding your graduation--- the shades of red your father had turned when you retired your hero license in pursuit of a life of merit. Except, this time had been worse, and left a permanent mark on your already tense relationship. You, unwilling to compromise your beliefs, and your family concerned that you had selected to live life on the difficulty setting. So. You said goodbye. Well, not a permanent goodbye, but, you did welcomed the space and freedom to spread your wings. Waved fair well to the crowded metropolis, packed away all of your belongings in whatever you could find, found a listing online, signed what could have easily been questionable loan opportunities (thank goodness for your older brother’s guidance and generosity), and escaped to the Kansai region of Japan.

The café space was smaller than you had expected, perhaps far too familiar with those provided by the Tokyo experience. With a small eating set up—by obviously you meant a single table with two chairs nestled outside of the loft building, and a few opportunities in doors. The window framing the occupied space in aging stonework. Old dusty lanterns left by the former owner clung to the ceiling, a select few booths with seats that would need replacing, each booth composed of a small intimate screen, and a counter pace with seats close to the kitchens in need of maintenance of their own. The overwhelming amount of work beckoning your attention, and earning a remorseful laugh from your older sibling all the exhaustion of the move running through his mind as he placed the last moving box down on a dusty, wobbly table. “[F/N]? You okay?” His eyes wandering the silhouette of your back as you gazed around the location. “H-hey,” he had muttered before wrapping a warm hand on your shoulder. Only to be met with the look of determination flickering in your eyes before a confident smile crawled across his lips. To you, this building all though in desperate need of care, it represented a world of opportunities. A real chance to thrive, and to earn your own place in this world, from your own hands rather than your face, or quirk. “Just promise me, you won’t open a cat café,” he teased before bidding you farewell, home bound to Tokyo, and likely your parents’ restless inquiries, as you rolled up your sleeves and set to work.

The demands of the job hand been more than you had initially expected—your fine dining experience had certainly familiarized you with heaving garbage (at the executive chef’s horror, the notion of a beautiful face wasting away in the recycling, but never before had you been on the ground floor, building a business. The long hours of cleaning and preparing for opening day had claimed most of your senses. On the last day of preparation is when you had met him.

Deep in the final box of your belongings, you had missed the initial ding of the front door opening. So early in the morning, you hadn’t considered yourself at risk of pedestrians wandering in from the sidewalks. He had made his way in, his body tired from the long hours of patrol, and full intending to go home, having pulled an all-nighter, a snack and bed sounded divine, but the distant glow of your business had drawn him in. The cute trees that you had watered beginning to bloom in the weeks of your preparation. The store front hadn’t seen life in some time, and it had been a while since he could see through the windows, something about it the atmosphere seemed comforting and enticed him to push open the front door. “Hello?” He had called out, the giant smile encompassing all of his features, his round shadow drifting into your view. Causing you a shock as you popped up. “Is anyone here?”

“I- Oh, um, we’re n-not open yet!” you sputtered, your wide eyes meeting his own. An uncomfortable smile spreading across your features, before slapping your mouth over it to conceal it. Too late, you thought, practically drowning in the misery of realization. He had seen you. The way his cheeks burned through his black mask despite the way it cupped his cheeks, drawing back pass his forehead. The hood of his costume bright despite the faint light of the morning hours. A giant F followed by a capital G, and what you assumed was an inverted F printed alongside the other letters, his grin evident and rosy.

“Oh, no, no,” he reassured, waving his hands at you. The grin growing steadily, and a cheery disposition forming over him, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to welcome you to Esuha City!” His voice was practically booming, optimistic and bright as the morning sun as he bent forward, bending as well as he could with his round body. “Welcome!” Accidentally plopping into the furniture as he did so, the embarrassment evident in the way he rebounded, his hand on the back of his head as he forced out a laugh. As he ran through the introductions, you rushed to right yourself, quickly concealing your features with a black mask. This was your fault, you thought with a sigh. The rosy complexion and affectionate way he regarded you. You had been so diligent since your arrival to the area, made sure to keep mouth covered despite the inquiries the grannies in the neighborhood had made, and now that you thought about it, they had spoken warmly about the pro-hero that stood before you. The distinct rumbling breaking his rambling introduction, what you had believed to be the result of your quirk, Allure. His direct exposure to your smile, albeit an awkward one had ensnared him, and it would be a few hours before he recovered, drew your attention. “A-Ah, well,” he laughed, “I’ll have to stop by when your open, thank you for your time ma’am.” Surprisingly deft on his foot as he twirled from you, tripping over a table that he hadn’t seen in his peripheral vision. His forehead popping into the grain of the wood, and leaving a noticeable mark as he turned his head at you. Another awkward chuckle, and big smile. One that formed one behind your mask.

“Please, sit,” you instructed. It was the least you could do, you had concluded, and despite his reassurance that he was okay, you had pushed menus into his hands, offering a vague request to fold them before setting to work. Your prep for the day to come had made assembling breakfast effortless for you, and when you placed your well thought out apology meal before him, you could see his smile glow with joy. Because of this quirk, you thought sadly, careful to avoid his eye. You were familiar enough with the pro-hero, Fat Gum, not so much as you were with Endeavor or All Might, but his accomplishments were known to cross newsfeeds from time to time, especially now that you were in Esuha City, he was essentially the pride and joy of the community, and you grasped the base concept of calorie intake in relation to his quirk. His eyes glistening at the spread before him. Mentions of it wasn’t necessary, and sorry for the inconvenience, things like that, that you quickly dismissed, “for folding the menus.” His enthusiastic praise over every dish, tearing at your heart. Was it your quirk, or did he actually enjoy the kabocha miso soup? Did he even like the natto—it was kind of an acquired taste. The takuan, picked daikon as yellow as his shirt bit down quickly, followed after a bite of tamagoyaki, as he hummed over the sizzling mackerel. The growing sense of melancholy ebbing at your belly, as you listened to him fill the air with cheerful chatter.

If only you had known at that time he had in fact, not seen your smile. No, upon entering the Kappa Kitchen, he had only heard your soft hums, a song, one he wasn’t yet familiar with, and when you shyly peeked from behind the counter, he had only seen the filter of morning light reflected in your eyes. Sparkling and dazling in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something warm like hot chocolate, or as comforting as nikujaga on a winter day, or perhaps the allure of takoyaki under festival lanterns. The charm of something familiar and charming sending his heart into a small strum.

The giggle of the memory of his stumbling along the small restaurant formed on your tongue, and shaded your cheeks. He had been so sweet, that you had been convinced that initial reaction had been coerced. As you diligently layered protection over a chicken cutlet. Before skillfully wielding your mallet, reminiscing over the weeks that had followed. Upon the opening of the shop, Kappa Kitchen officially in business, you thankfully had your hands full—and no more mask slips either! The flow of costumers was steady some brought on by curiosity, there were those excited to experience home cooking on the go, and goodness knows that the onslaught of students during lunch and after school hours were enough to fit the utilities. It was in fact, none other than your present-day boyfriend who had shared rave reviews for anyone who would listen, mostly because his stomach was next to his heart, but he did in fact care about the financial wellness of everyone under his car. It was during this time; you would often see him pass the shop on patrol. Some days, he would peek into the window, an evident grin despite the fact that he was in fact, very much visible (to the chiding of the grannies in the neighborhood). A few times, he had successfully blended in with the crowd, taking advantage with your familiarity with only his alias. Other times, he would send a hero in training to retrieve a pick-up order. To the obvious dismay of the chittering older women who frequently stopped by, eager to see how your relationship developed, and the poor intern as well, who would sputter through the interaction, and read a joke off a script Fat Gum had provided. In time, he would slowly level up from casual greetings while you were out shopping to picking up orders himself, to indoor dining, to the daring requests for you to sit across from him at the end of the day’s work as your last customer for the day. It was all puzzling to you… your quirk had never extended pass six hours; why he acted as though he were still enamored was beyond you, but it was on one of those rare nights that he had arrived especially late that you saw a new side of the Pro-Hero.

The light had long since evaded the night, the later hour evident by the absence of by the lack of foot traffic outside. The quiet ticking away of the frog shaped clock giving away the time as you fiddled with the hem of your apron. The little frog motifs adorable despite your low mood. Your brows wrinkled as you hesitantly looked at the packed order before you, too embarrassed to admit that you had assumed your frequent costumer would stop by. You weren’t aware of all the specifics, he had only shared that he would be working with the police, but offered nothing more nor did you dare press for specifics. The information was shared over one of his late nights, and you had grown accustomed to his drop ins, and dare you admit… welcomed them. So much so that before you rested a bento packed with cutesy bear shaped onigiri, chicken katsu, a variety of vegetables you had painstakingly sliced into… hearts. Oh god, your hand met your eyes, shielding you from the carefully wrapped meal. Your cheeks burned, was it from the reality of how deep your emotions had delved over the past few weeks, the fact that you had longed to see his smile at the end of the day, or the fact that you were crushed with disappointment. Biting your lip, and releasing a sigh, you pulled yourself from your seat. Peeling your eyes away from the packed food, you had decided that you would leave it until the morning. Maybe some part of you just didn’t want to deal with it because in some way, having to dispose of it meant having to face your own blooming affections, and the fact that tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. Maybe some part of you, wanted to believe that he was just running late, and would collect the box after you had gone to bed. Whatever the motivation for procrastination, you left it there as well as the door unlocked. Numbly turning off the light in the dining room before dragging yourself to the kitchen to clean up from a day’s work.

That night had been the driving point in your relationship, you mused to yourself as you carefully mixed together the flour and cornstarch. Draining the chicken from the marinade as you thoroughly allowed it resist before beginning to drudge it. Yes, that night had been the true starting point although you didn’t like to think about it.

You were careless, and way too trusting. You had left the door open in the hopes that Fat Gum may stop by, never considering someone else would have taken advantage of the opportunity, and if he hadn’t arrived in time, things could have ended far worse than thrown glasses, a torn mask and a bruised cheek. You had seen a new side of him that night too, well actually two of them. You had been introduced to Toyomitsu Taishiro, a well muscular man with quite the temper on him, and no holds barred against your would-be assailant. His late nights with the police having drained his fat deposits, revealing a man who shared a beautiful, gentle smile the same Fat Gum adorned, one hand pressed to your quickly bruising cheek where the man had slapped. Delicately checking you over, whispering reassuring words as the realization of what had happened flooded through you tears that fell, and crushed you into a hug. His eyes falling on the scatter ingredients of a bento littered across the floor. Little heart shaped carrots scattered around, and the conclusion that he didn’t ever want to see your tears again.

Shortly after, he would treat you to a festival date. Blonde hair that glistened under the festival lanterns, eyes as beautiful as the purest daffodil that wandered the stalls in amazement. The opportunity to indulge in the wide variety of treats, full of wonder and excitement, but what stuck with you was how good it felt for his large hand to be clasped around your own. And how away from prying eyes under the glow of summer fireworks, he had delicately removed your mask. Slowly and tenderly, cautious to be sure he had your consent. The evidence he would withdraw should you show the slightest hint of discomfort. An indescribable heat that burned in his eyes as he slowly slipped the thin fabric pass your nose, exposing your lips to the night air before pressing his forehead against your own. The pounding of your heart as his hand clasped the back of your neck, the tickle of his breathe against your cheek before you daringly tilted your head forward, pressing your lips against his own. The soft hum of content that radiated from him, and how your heart felt as though it had joined with his own.

Because the truth was, your quirk had no affect on those who loved you.

The distinct sizzle of the oil when the chopstick pressed into the pot before quietly adding the breaded chicken cutlet to the frying pan lead you into the next part of your task. Determination captivating you. It had to taste amazing, it needed to be perfect. Among all of the usual demands Taishiro endured, something had happened in the past few days. Something that had set off a wave of fires so to speak, lit up news stations, captivated newsfeeds, and flooded social media sites, and from what had happened the night before, you suspected had involved your pro-hero, personally.

It was late. Very late, but you had known he wasn’t intending to stop by for his usual order. In fact, he had mentioned work had picked up, and he would be busy over the next few days. You had grown accustomed to the vague exchange of information, such was the duties of a hero, and the burden of loving one was yours to bare. At the time, something about it had sat hollow in your stomach. Bubbled quiet doubts, an odd ebbing feeling that had nagged at you over the past few days since your departure. You were used to his long, odd hours. Familiar with absent periods, and even unsightly marring across him from unfortunate scuffles. Didn’t share a moment of doubt over his need to pack on extra calories, of course he did, but it was something about the way he had left you. Pressing his forehead against your own, his amber eyes gazing into your own. Something about the long pause, and deep breath he had contained when he held you. As though he were doing everything within his power to memorize your shape, the way you fit in his arms, the languid fresh scent of miso that hung to your hair. Craved your touch, and hesitated to leave… that wasn’t him. He had always been optimistic, confident that he would return. Always kissed your forehead before, sensually uttering, “I’ll be home soon,” in your ear. But not this time. Forehead pressed against your own, a soft smile as he gazed into your eyes. Instead of his usual farewell, “I love you.”

Something wasn’t right, you knew it. Every fiber of your being planted seeds of anxiety, betrayed your sanity, and had you resting against the bed, a pillow wrapped in his sweeter breast against your beast. Tucked under your chin as you traced the floor, telling yourself to trust him. To believe in him. He would come back. He would, but the shatter of silence of the front door opening about broke you. He had come home, but not all in one piece. Taunt muscles, all of his excess adipose storage burned through. Lesions scattered throughout his frame, and even his uniform in shreds, Taishiro looked exhausted. His body heavy, his eyes obviously full of concern and the shadow of things he would rather you never witness evident before collapsing in your arms. He had shared things with you, things you hadn’t expected. Whispered things about Hassaikai, uttered conditions of his interns through broken speech before exhaustion had finally snubbed him out. Collapsed in a heap in your arms, sound asleep from fatigue that robbed him of his awareness, locked in your arms and weight pressed against you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

What had happened, was slowly but surely becoming known, and you suspected he had done his best to shield you from the situation, afraid of worrying you, but much like the circumstances that lead you to moving to the Kansai region, it did the opposite. It fueled you. Determination had flooded you, and consumed you as you carefully placed each ingredient with intention in the bento. Placing bear shaped onigiri snuggly in the corner, followed by a powerful salad packed with every vitamin, and antioxidants you could google, chicken kaarage decorating the side. A slice of lemon, a sprinkle of katsuobushi, and the addition of fully garnished takoyaki artistically placed in the bento before you closed the container. Laying out a pink flower printed fabric, you paid close attention to centering the lunch box in the center, bringing corners together to knot it securely together. Uttering a protection prayer as you did so, your heart focused on Taishiro. Bidding farewell to the house plants as you locked the door securely behind you, departing on to the street. Destination: Fat Gum Agency. Sure, there were fears, such were the relationship hazards of dating a pro-hero, but more than that was determination and adoration.

You would do everything to support the man you love.

#fat gum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro x reader #bnha x reader #bnha oneshots #bnha fatgum #bento confessionals

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twinkinspector · 1 year

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bnha masterlist

☽ back to navi ☽

☽ anything marked with ❥ contains smut! ☽

handboards

☽ kaminari denki ☽

☽ kirishima eijirou ☽

☽ monoma neito ☽

☽ shinsou hitoshi ☽

leak levels

☽ aizawa shota (eraserhead) ❥

☽ bakugou katsuki ❥

☽ chisaki kai (overhaul) ❥

☽ iida tensei ❥

☽ iida tenya ❥

☽ kaminari denki ❥

☽ kirishima eijirou ❥

☽ midoriya izuku ❥

☽ mizushima masaki (manual) ❥

☽ sakamata kugo (gang orca) ❥

☽ sasaki mirai (sir nighteye) ❥

☽ selkie ❥

☽ sero hanta ❥

☽ shouji mezo ❥

☽ shinsou hitoshi ❥

☽ takami keigo (hawks) ❥

☽ tetsutetsu tetsutetsu ❥

☽ todoroki enji (endeavor) ❥

☽ todoroki natsuo ❥

☽ todoroki shoto ❥

☽ todoroki touya (dabi) ❥

☽ tokoyami fumikage ❥

☽ toyomitsu taishiro (fat gum) ❥

☽ yoarashi inasa ❥

fics

☽ not really my scene part 1 – denki x fem!reader ❥

drabbles

☽ threesomes – kiribaku x fem!reader ❥

☽ drug dealer – tw: druggies ☽

☽ riding – inexperienced!izuku x fem!reader ❥

☽ brainwashing – shinsou x fem!reader ❥

☽ stick and poke – denki x fem!reader ❥

☽ fucking a stranger – denki x fem!reader ❥

☽ smoking u up – scummy!denki x fem!reader ❥

☽ punishment – shinkami x fem!reader ❥

☽ letting his friends play with u – bakusquad x reader there’s no actual smut yet but it's ~suggestive~ ig ❥

☽ insatiable – denki x reader ❥

☽ pretty little slut – monoma x reader ❥

☽ lactation – denki x fem!reader ❥

headcanons

☽ comfort – kiri, denki, shinsou, izuku, bakugou, and shoto – tw: druggies as always ☽

☽ party dynamics – shinkami x reader – sfw but tw: druggies/alcohol you already know ☽

wips

☽ tag (<- ignore this, it's from current eve to future eve) ☽

music

☽ tag (<- ignore this, it's from current eve to future eve) ☽

☽ astrology masterlist / info ☽

click here to be added to the taglist!

#housekeeping #bnha mlist #navi #ignore me

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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SFW-Requests/HC

Aizawa | Dabi - Comforting reader during pregnancy

Aizawa - Insecurity: ruining the moment

18+ Requests/HC🔞🍋

Aizawa | Dabi | Takami - Having their first time

Social Media-AU/Text Messages

none for now

18+ Oneshot🔞🍋

none for now

Server Collab

none for now

18+ Server Collab 🔞🍋

On the Job - Late-Night Mission (Dabi x reader)

Seven deadly sins - Envy (Touya x reader/ DC)

Note: I only write for Dabi, Aizawa, Shoto, Natsuo, Kirishima, Tamaki, Shinso, Fat Gum, Mr. Compress, Shigaraki, Overhaul

#nelas navi #mha navigation #mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #touya x reader #takami x reader

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hufflepuffsandghosts · 10 months

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Request Guidelines

Requests are: OPEN!

Requests are more like suggestions. I reserve the right to decline your request, but more often than not, I will likely oblige.

There is no time deadline for requests, so they may take some time to complete. My own ideas take precedent.

I will not accept NSFW requests from minors or ageless accounts. If I discover that you are a minor interacting with NSFW content on my blog, you will be blocked immediately.

If I do not respond to your request, it will be because I believe that I will struggle with writing out your idea, or that I’m considering your request.

HOW TO REQUEST

You may send requests over ask or by messaging me. I strongly encourage requests to be done over ASK.

Requests can be as simple or detailed as you like. I will include example of both:

Simple request: Yandere!Fat Gum

Detailed request: College AU, Engineer!Kirishima X AFAB!Reader, SFW, fluff and angst.

AFTER REQUESTING

If I accept your request, I will respond to your ask or your message.

Once the request is fulfilled, I will tag you in the Tumblr post, unless you asked over anon – in which case I won’t tag you. If I decide to post it on other sites (i.e. AO3, FFNet), I will credit your request in the author’s note.

GENRE

I feel most comfortable writing SFW, but am happy to write NSFW content as well, as long as you are 18+. I will never accept NSFW requests from minors.

Character X Reader quotes:

Character can be male or female.

Character can be sub, dom, or switch (NSFW only).

Reader will be afab or enby, as I feel most confident writing female anatomy, or keeping ambiguity as best I can.

Reader can be sub, dom, or switch (NSFW only).

Content type:

I feel most confident writing oneshots, headcanons, or short drabbles. I lose motivation when writing chapter fics if they are very long, but you’re welcome to request ~5-8 chapter fics.

I mainly enjoy writing wholesome, fluffy fics! But I can also write angst and dark fics as well.

There are some topics I refuse to write about, which I will detail in the following section.

OFF LIMIT TOPICS

Pedophilia

Hate speech content

Piss kinks

Incest or selfcest

Real life celebrities x readers

Other topics will come as they arrive. If I am uncomfortable with it, it will be added here.

REQUESTABLE SERIES & CHARACTERS

You can request any character from the following series, so long as they are not in the “will not write” category. Side characters may be requested, but if I am unfamiliar with them, the request is less likely to be accepted.

Anime + Western Cartoons

Boku no Hero Academica

Sailor Moon

Ouran High School Host Club

Adventure Time

Demon Slayer

Haikuu!!

Other/Msc.

Criminal Minds

Stranger Things

#ghost.nav

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kinkyacademia · 6 years

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Mod shortcakes Christmas requests! How about Fat gum baking Christmas cookies with his s/O

My first Fatgum request!!! WOO!! I’m so excited for this one~

Just some sweet, fluffy shit for you, my sweet lil strawberry~

-Mod Shortcake 🍰🍰🍰

You’re the baker in the household, and though you are more than capable to make all five batches of cookies yourself, you and Taishirou agreed that it’d just be more fun to help each other bake the cookies.

Now, even though you were the baker, didn’t mean that Taishirou didn’t know how to bake. No no no! Taishirou knew about everything there was to baking!

You were just a lot more artistically gifted at decorating than he was.

But, while you got the baking trays out and checked your pre-heated oven, you kept having to check and make sure Taishirou wasn’t eating the cookie dough. You were proud when he wasn’t, but when you saw him with a spoonful of dough in his mouth…

“Tai! What are you doing?!” You’d call him out and scold the bigger man.

He really couldn’t help himself sometimes and that earned him your wrath in these times. “Aw, come on, babycakes… I was just checkin’ to make sure that the dough was made right!”

You’ve baked for him over 1000 times. You were CERTAIN there was nothing wrong with the cookie dough outside of his finger digging up some dough to gobble up.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, finding it hard to really stay mad at him.

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lolishdes · 2 years

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♤ - NSFW||♧ - SFW

➽IMAGINES (Multifandom)

✧By the Balcony…[Genshin Impact, Tears of Themis, Mystic Messenger] ♧

✧A Whole Damn Menace…[Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer] ♤

✧Until the Break of Dawn…[Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer] ♤

✧Dressing Up for you…[Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, Mystic Messenger, Tears of Themis, Twisted Wonderland, Attack on Titan] ♧

●○●○●○●○●○●

➽GENSHIN IMPACT

✧❝A Taste of You❞|| Morax!Zhongli x Reader ♤

✧❝What are you Waiting for?❞|| Diluc x Reader ♤

✧❝Save me Save you!❞||Diluc x reader ♧

✧❝I'll Love You no Matter What❞||Diluc x Reader ♤

✧❝Beauty and Pleasure Incarnate❞||Diluc x Reader ♤

✧❝…But Perhaps Someone else does?❞ ||AlHaitham x Reader ♤

●○●○●○●○●○●

➽JUJUTSU KAISEN

✧❝Makes me Wonder❞||Milf!Reader x Nanami ♤

●○●○●○●○●○●

➽SPY X FAMILY

✧❝Just for Tonight❞||Loid Forger x Reader ♤

✧❝I Want More Than Just Tonight❞||Loid Forger x Reader ♤

➽MY HERO ACADEMIA

✧❝Pure Ecstasy❞ || Fat Gum x Rock Lock ♤

✧❝Summer Riskiness❞ || Fat Gum x Rock Lock ♤

●○●○●○●○●○●

➽Series

✧❝Even for an Eternity Shall I Wait❞ Masterlist||Zhongli x Reader

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fr-ogii · 3 years

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being the sugarbaby of

the bnha pro heroes

x gn!reader ; poc friendly

masterlist

because my blog is sfw, i won’t be touching on the “sugar” part, more on the spoiling however, nsfw topics like lingerie + being horny will be talked about

all of these take place in aus where the hero is rich ofc, this couldn’t really be a sugar au w/o it

also a lot of the things i mention are general headcanons, they aren’t actually canon

midnight ::

⇢ spoiling you with scandalous clothing is her specialty

⇢ things will be custom made for you in your favorite colors

⇢ she also loves spoiling your room. it’s a weird thing but she loves buying you silk sheets, satin pillow cases and all of that.

⇢ she will buy you anything if you ask enough

ryukyu ::

⇢ loves buying you purses and you’d better wear them for her

⇢ she won’t force you, she is one of the nicer pro heroes after all. but she does get a sense of pride when she sees you using the things she gets you.

⇢ if purses really aren’t your thing at all, just let her know. she’ll definitely buy you pretty much only useful stuff, though, so expect backpacks, suitcases, shoes, nice skincare or something of the sort.

⇢ she just wants someone to take care of

aizawa ::

⇢ makes sure you’re pampered all the time

⇢ this includes spa treatments, massages, chiropractor services, float pod sessions and everything of the like.

⇢ makes sure you never have to work at a job that deprives you of sleep. he knows how awful it is to be cursed with insomnia.

fat gum ::

⇢ it’s safe to say that food will be the thing he spoils you with the most

⇢ he also gets you the best personal trainers a gym equipment money can buy

⇢ he knows not everyone can easily burn through food like he can so he makes sure he can spoil you with food and you will still be healthy

⇢ you ever seen those youtube videos about trying gold leaf grilled cheese or something? that is the type of thing he will get you. he’ll check to see if it actually tastes good before he gets your hopes up but he wants you to try all kinds of foods.

mirko ::

⇢ loves to make you flustered all the time

⇢ she usually achieves this by buying you skimpy lingerie and sending you photos/videos when you’re away from her

⇢ when she isn’t horny she makes sure to make sure you’re well fed with the best delicacies. no sugar baby of hers is ever going to eat “peasant food”.

⇢ just kidding, she truly doesn’t care about eating “peasant food” herself, she just wants to spoil you in every possible way.

⚠️-tw! mention of a past eating disorder

⇢ she suffered from an eating disorder for a bit of her life and makes sure you’re eating a healthy amount for your body. giving you such nice food is an excuse to monitor your food consumption.

hawks ::

⇢ it started off as a business only deal. he was lonely and wanted to spoil someone. you were lonely and wanted to be spoiled.

⇢ a match made in heaven.

⇢ both you caught feelings fast, hawks getting them a bit quicker than you.

⇢ neither of you ever outright confessed your feelings and suggested turning this business deal into something more, but your dates gradually became more romantic.

⇢ “i love you”s were said a lot more and you two could never have been happier.

⇢ being able to spoil his darling is nothing short of a dream for hawks. he loves being able to wake up and immediately go on his phone to buy you that thing he dreamed of you wearing or that he saw your gaze lingering on when you went out shopping the other day.

⇢ all in all, it doesn’t matter for hawks what he’s buying for you. as long as you’re happy, nothing could make him feel better in his decisions.

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basicmyherowhore · 3 years

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Whore's Masterlist

Requests: Open!

Request Rules

My Hero Academia

Stranger With Your Face (Multiple Yandere! MHA x Reader)

Izuku Midoriya

Chubby Chaser! Deku x Reader Head Canons (NSFW)

ProHero! Izuku x Reporter! Reader Drabble (SFW)

Yandere! PH! Izuku x Timid! Reader Drabble (SFW)

Yandere! PH! Izuku x Vampire! Reader Drabble (NSFW due to context, no smut)

Yandere! PH! Izuku x Reporter! Reader (SFW)

Katsuki Bakugo

Eijiro’s Lucky Day (NSFW, KiriBaku Cuck Fic)

Chubby! Bakugo x F! Reader Head Canons (NSFW)

Eijiro Kirishima

Eijiro’s Lucky Day (NSFW, KiriBaku Cuck Fic)

Hitoshi Shinso

Pervert! Shinso x Reader Drabble (NSFW, Dark Themes)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

Fat Gum x Chubby! Reader Head Cannons (SFW)

Demon Slayer

Inosuke Hashibira

Pervert! Inosuke x Reader Drabble (NSFW, Darkish Themes)

Haikyuu!!

Shoyo Hinata

Alpha! Hinata x Omega! Reader Head Canons (NSFW)

#masterlist #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #yandere #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #shotou todoroki #fanfiction #haikyuu!!#taishiro toyomitsu #shoyo hinata #Hitoshi Shinso #demon slayer #kny #inosuke hashibira

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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Hello there! I love your writing so much! ❤️ And I have a request! Scenario with Kirishima on a mission with his fem s/o, whose quirk is solar energy, she can absorb the suns energy, store it within her body for use when it’s needed, and use it to attack either with bright light to temporarily blind an enemy or condense the energy tightly together to create burning physical attacks. She saves a citizen but gets badly hurt for it. It almost kills her but in the end she survives and fully recovers

A/N: Thank you for your sweet words! This is a really cute scenario you came up with and I hope that you like what I made of it! Please enjoy! (*⁰▿⁰*)/

Tags: Kirishima x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ angst ✅

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My light - Kirishima x reader

Big hands wrapped around your body as they adjusted the creme-yellow belt of your hero costume. With an amused gaze you watched as your red-haired lover struggled to perfectly align every single detail of your clothing with his big hands until you couldn’t help yourself anymore and began to giggle.

“Don’t laugh (Y/N), you know that I’m not good with this!”

“And yet you still insist on helping me with it,” you answer with a smile on your lips as you softly remove the man’s hands from you an squeeze them. As if to return your gentle touch he brought your hands to his lips and made sure to kiss every single knuckle, making you blush in embarrassment in the process.

“Are you ready?”

His sudden question took you by surprise, but after a couple of seconds you nodded confidently.

——

Both, Kirishima and you stood next to each other slightly nervous about what your superior had called you in his office for. The blond man in front of you looked over some documents before finally lifting his gaze, a grin immediately spreading along his mouth.

“Well hi there you two, there’s no need to be that nervous, you know? C’mon, loosen up a little!”

The two of you did as told and relaxed your tensed up muscles, after which you spoke up, asking the pro hero in front of you why he had wished for a meeting in his office.

Usually, Fat Gum wasn’t one that sticked to formalities, such as calling his workers - or in your case, heroes - to his office for a talk. He preferred to casually bring it up whenever he met with the person(s) in question, and that’s why Kirishima and you were so surprised when Tamaki had asked you to go to the main office for a talk with the boss.

Luckily, he was quick to realize that you both were pretty nervous so he immediately began explaining. It was truly a relief to hear that all he wanted to share with you were the details for a joint mission the two of you would be taking care of the following day. He gave you all relevant details and as always asked you to be careful and try to not get yourselves injured. With a promise to watch out for each other and be as careful as always Kirishima and you left your superior’s office and began reviewing all the relevant papers he’d given you. You were motivated and happy to finally have a mission with your beloved, since not only were you a great team but just being by his side during dangerous missions made you feel safe and somewhat relieved. While you looked at the red-haired man’s profile as he scanned over the paper in his hands, you promised yourself to make this mission a success.

——

Ah! It’s Red Riot and Sunshine!

E-Excuse me Red Riot sir, can I have your autograph?

Thank you two for always watching out for us!

Miss Sunshine, can I have a selfie with you?

After answering all questions and attending to everyone’s requests the two of you resumed your walk. Being stopped by people who treat you like some famous actors was nothing new to the two of you since this wasn’t the first joint mission you took on and yet you were always overwhelmed by the amount of love and support everyone showed you. But what made you even happier was seeing how Kirishima reacted to it all.

The way his cheeks became redder, his slightly stuttering but nonetheless loud voice, how big his eyes got whenever a fan of his showed him the merch they’d bought, and many other small and adorable things you noticed were simply heartwarming. As his lover you knew more than anyone how much effort he puts into his hero career and just how ambitious he follows through with the goal to step into Crimson Riot’s footsteps, so seeing his hard work being rewarded made you extremely happy.

A couple of minutes passed and you slowly had to resume your patrol, so you unobtrusively signaled your red-haired companion to wrap his talk up. The disappointment of his fans didn’t last as long as you’d presumed it would, but who could blame them when Kirishima flashed that sharp but angelic smile instead of bidding them a proper farewell.

“My bad (Y/N), I got quite caught up talking with them about their t-shirts!”

You giggled and pat his shoulder a few times before answering: “There’s nothing for you to apologize about, in fact I can’t really blame you since…the new collection of yours looks pretty cool”

Even though you had whispered the last part of your sentence, the man next to you heard it nonetheless and couldn’t help but smile broader than he already was. The moment he parted his mouth to give you an answer, a sudden explosion some meters away from you interrupted the wholesome moment you were having. You two immediately ceased your idle chatter and switched over to your hero personalities. While you began to evacuate the nearby pedestrians, your boyfriend rushed to the explosion site and helped the injured people out. Your eyes followed the backs of the innocent citizens as they ran away from the smokescreen that was enveloping the massive frame of Kirishima, who was holding onto staggering and hurt pedestrians as he brought them to safety.

Before you could go and help him out a figure caught your eye and just as you were about to call out to them, they turned the corner and ran into an alleyway. “Hey! Hold it!“ you shouted and almost immediately took chase, ignoring the young man’s worried screams behind you, pleading for you to at least wait for him and not do anything too rash. You heard him and nodded to yourself, repeating his warning inside of your head as you continued your chase.

Surprisingly enough, the person before you wasn’t as quick as you had expected so it wasn’t that hard to keep up with him and just as you were about to take a hold of their arm they cut the corner yet again. You spit out a curse before following the new route of the suspicious individual and that’s when the worst case scenario happened.

Just a few steps in front of you was a young school girl who was talking to someone over her mobile phone and because of that she failed to notice the two of you approaching. You shouted out a warning but her reactions were unfortunately too slow and allowed the suspect to grab her and hold a knife to her throat.

“D-Don’t come any closer or else this girl’s death will be your fault!”

Without much hesitation you obeyed and stopped, using the moment of silence to asses the situation as well as take a proper look at the person you had just chased. It appeared to be a middle aged man and judging by his wide eyes and slightly trembling hand you deduced that he wasn’t used to threatening people like that.

Perfect, I just need to calm him down and hope that words will be enough…I’d really like to avoid using my powers

As you thought that you glanced up at the sky where the sun was shining brighter than you’d ever seen it in the past few days and if you were being honest, it worried you a little. Your quirk was the accumulative type and allowed your body to store solar energy, allowing you to use it at your discretion, but it came at a cost. To put it simply, the brighter and stronger the sun shone, the more dangerous and taxing your power was on your body. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and began reasoning with the man who faced you.

“Sir there is no need for you to get other people involved, we can clear this misunderstanding between us, ok?”

You spoke slow but with a firm voice so that neither the man got more agitated than he already was nor scare the innocent girl any further. And indeed the man relaxed his grip ever so slightly but the moment you wanted to continue with your plan of calming him down the young girl screamed out for help and began struggling desperately.

“No…! Don’t-”

But before you could warn her to not make anything rash it was too late. The girl’s thrashing about ended up hitting the man behind her a few times, which resulted in him finally losing his patience and the moment you saw him raise his hand, in which he held the knife, you immediately activated your quirk and shouted: “Close your eyes!”

Fortunately for you, your message reached the recipient it was meant for and when you confirmed that the female student had obeyed your order, you released a portion of the energy you had collected from today’s sunshine and blinded the man. While he was stumbling back screaming, you used the short timeframe to grab the girl’s hand and start running.

“Ok I need you to listen and obey everything I’m about to tell you, got it?” you asked and waited for her affirmation first before you continued, “Run as fast as you can back to the main street and there you’ll meet the sturdy hero Red Riot, a muscular, tall, and red-haired young man, who’ll keep you safe while I take care of that man, ok? Now run!”

You normally would’ve gone with her, but your previous move took more out of you than expected, so you chose to leave her safety to your trusted lover while you won them some time.

The man’s quick and heavy steps were closing in on you, so you prepared yourself to attack once again if necessary. With the plans to either stun him a second time so that he can’t see where he runs or inflict a burn on one of his kneecaps to slow him down, you turned to face him.

“O-Oh my god…why didn’t you….? T-This can’t be happening! I-I….I have to g-get away from here!”

“Not s-so fast…” you utter as you hold onto his hand and your body temperature begins to rise. In a swift and quick motion you kick his shin, causing his knee to buckle and used that small timeframe to bring this man down, ultimately pinning him to the ground with your leg on top of his chest, and your hands tightly gripping his wrists. In order to make him surrender completely you released your powers and that energy caused slight burns on each body part you had come in contact with. You had to use and control your power which was pretty taxing to your body. Your vision slowly grew blurry and that’s when you remembered the small “promise” your loved one had made to you as you ran off.

Aah…Eijiro, please hurry up..

“(Y/N)!”

Hearing the familiar voice echo behind you just mere moments after you had thought of him made you smile in relief. You took one last glance at the knife which was deeply buried inside of your lower stomach before closing your eyes and embracing the darkness that had tried to claim you this entire time…

——

P-Please, you need to save her! I-I’ll do anything, so please-!

Sir I need you to calm yourself down, you’re bothering the other patients.

We first need to perform a checkup on her, s-

I don’t care what you have to do, j-just please!

That’s enough out of you shitty hair, let the doctors handle it and meanwhile we’ll wait outside!

While your consciousness drifted back and forth you could make out a couple of voices near you and one of them belonged to none other than Kirishima.

“E-Eijiro…”

You felt a big hand tightly wrap around your own and squeeze it slightly, but before you could do or even say anything else, your vision once again blackened.

——

Calloused fingers caress the back of your hand as the tall man kisses your bandaged knuckles. His empty stare fixated on your sleeping form and the peaceful way you just lied there managed to put him at ease for at least a couple seconds before once again realizing the harsh truth of how grave you had been injured by that man and your own quirk.

“You idiot…I told you to be careful and not overdo it, didn’t I?” he silently whispered in front of himself as he used his free hand to stroke your cheek ever so gently. Since your hospitalization he remained practically glued to your side, refusing to miss even a single update on your condition, if it weren’t for his friends to literally drag him out of your room so that he gets something to eat or simply see the summer sun he would be in an even worse condition than right now. He was aware that he was a burden to others and that he behaved immaturely, but every time he tried to cheer up for their sake or simply try to worry less, he’d remember that day of the incident.

The scene of your back facing him while you were apprehending the man who had ran off seemed normal at first, but as soon as he was merely a couple of steps away from you, you had fallen forward right on top of the other man’s chest. He began panicking and apologizing frantically, saying stuff like I didn’t mean to do it or why didn’t she dodge, and that’s when he noticed the abnormal amount of blood that had stained the other man’s shirt…

While your lover recalled the unpleasant and rather traumatizing event, he failed to notice the way your facial features tensed up and your eyes slowly fluttering open. At first you couldn’t really feel your body, so all you did was glance around and quickly came to the conclusion that you were in a hospital room. All you could hear except the silence that surrounded you were the steady breaths of someone who most likely stood pretty close to you. Just as you were about to try and move your body a sudden voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) for being late…I-I should’ve hurried up and come to y-your aid quicker, t-then you wouldn’t have had to use your ability to that extend and e-even wouldn’t have gotten stabb– god, forgive me…”

His shaky voice was full of sorrow and guilt and as if that wasn’t painful enough for you to hear, Kirishima even squeezed your hands tighter than before and put them up to his forehead. The man continued muttering apology after apology and with each one he got sadder, so you finally decided to speak up.

“If you continue squeezing my hand like that it’ll never recover, you know?” you joked with the most cheerful voice you could muster and even though it ended up sounding more raspy, it achieved the surprise effect you were going for. Wide red eyes, filled with nothing but relief stared at your smiling face.

The man next to your bed got up so quickly that his chair fell over, he was so overwhelmed with the fact that you were awake that he didn’t know what to do first. Call the doctor and the nurses over? Ask you about your condition? Embrace you? Lecture you? Cry?

In order to take most of his nervousness away, you gently tugged on his hand and smiled up at him with glassy eyes.

“Ei, I missed you.”

One single tear rolled down his cheek and as realization slowly downed on him the stream of tears didn’t stop flowing down his face. He bend down to you and as gently as he could wrapped his arms around you, hiding himself in the crook of your neck.

A couple of minutes had to pass by until he was capable of properly talking to you and knowing just how worried he had been you figured that he’d most likely start lecturing you, but as you saw him push the button next to your bed that was supposed to notify the hospital staff in case of an emergency, you gave him a confused glance.

“(Y/N), I’m pretty sure that you know what I want to tell you and I hope that you’re aware of just how mad I am, but,” he paused and looked directly at your face, but to you it seemed like he glanced at something beyond you. After what felt like an eternity of torturing silence he finally resumed his initial thought with a somewhat sad smile: “…the only thing I’m most thankful for is the fact that you’re alive and well.”

A gentle knock on your door and the entry of the nurse interrupted your discussion. After she checked in with Kirishima you watched as he slowly left your room…

——

“Ok, then Miss Sunshine one last sign and you’re free to leave.”

You sign the last document she’d given you and smile, thanking her for everything they’d done for you. She simply smiled and humbly shook her head. “Miss I’m simply doing my job…just like you. Thanks to every hero’s efforts I can feel safe…and if by treating your injuries I can contribute to your well-being and performance then I’d gladly do so.”

With flushed cheeks, you chuckle at her words, and just as you were about to leave she stopped you.

“But if I may give you an advice for the future…please refrain from such reckless actions again. This wasn’t the first time you came here because of your quirk’s effects on your body…but this time was the worst. I don’t know what lead you to drive yourself beyond your body’s limits, but you standing right here in front of me in such good condition is nothing short of a miracle.”

Silence.

“She knows that.”

The two of you turned to the person who’d just butted into your conversation and as expected it was none other than your boyfriend, who was standing behind you. He carefully wrapped one arm around your waist and held out a beautifully arranged bouquet to you with his other one. You took the flowers and blushed as you whispered a short thank you to him. With his usual broad grin, he kissed your cheek and took the bag you were carrying, slumping it over his own broad shoulder.

The two of you bid the nurse and her colleagues farewell as you slowly headed for the exit. She watched your backs as you walked past the entryway and focused on the man’s smile which seemed to never falter, as she recalled his words the day you had been rushed to the hospital right before his blind friend had brought him away…

I know that it’s not my place to say this, but please save her…

I’m begging you…

Please save my light…

#bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha angst #mha angst #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #━𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 #━𝙼𝙷𝙰 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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candlelight27 · 3 years

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🎃BNHA Kinktober and Spooktober drabble requests!🎃

I have like 7 Halloween themed fanfics planned but I'm slow at writing full length fics. Therefore, to celebrate this time of the year I want to write x reader drabble requests! The prompts, some rules and characters I write for are under the cut :) Feel free to take any prompt you like for yourself (and tag me if you want me to read it lol especially if it's Shinsou)

NSFW +18

KINKTOBER prompts (all the drabbles containing this will obviously be NSFW)

Shower sex

Car sex

Praise kink

Breeding kink

Tentacles

Body swap

Double penetration in two holes

Anal sex

Fingering

Spanking

Choking

Semi public sex

Piercings

Lingerie

Body worship

Face sitting

Massage

Hate sex

Mirror sex

Cockwarming

Foodplay

Sex pollen

vouyerism

Masturbation

Sex toys

Thigh riding

Sixty-nine

Begging

Orgy

Corruption kink

Phone sex

Sexting

Squirting

Cosplay/costume

Skinny dipping

Aftercare

SPOOKTOBER prompts (can be SFW or NSFW)

The Witcher AU

Witches/wizards

Vampires

Werewolves

A spell/curse

Haunted house

Graveyard

Black cat

Ghost/spirit

Halloween party

Demon

Black plague doctor

Mermaid/merman

Scary movie night

Deity/mythical

Scary movie (i.e.: corpse bride)

All characters involved in NSFW and pairings will be aged up. No minors wanted here. The pairing will be x reader (when writing nsfw i usually write afab reader so specify otherwise pls). I'm not comfortable with yandere and such so please refrain from requesting that. I guess otherwise you're good to go. Can't guarantee I'll write your request because I'm human and I write for fun, but if I get any at all I'll try writing as many of them as possible. Lastly, the more details on your request, the better!

Characters I write for (NSFW): Shinsou, Hawks, Aizawa, Fat Gum, All Might, Bakugou, Kirishima, Mirio, Amajiki, Shoto Todoroki, Endeavour (sorry), Dabi, Natsuo, Inasa, Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi, Ochako, Nejire, Toga, Nana, Jirou.

Okay, for fluff or just SFW stuff you're good to go with everyone in BNHA except Mineta I think.

Thank you for your attention! This is for fun, so if you have a good prompt that's different from the ones here or really want to read about a character not listed, try your luck (but don't hate me afterwards if I don't take it lol). All in all, happy October to everyone!

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou x reader #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #reader insert #prompts #kinktober prompts #spooktober prompts

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vixenpen · 3 years

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Master List pt.4

Rules

(Almost all of my content is NSFW and my characters are aged up within the text. I’m trusting y’all to be mature and turn around if you can’t handle that.)

Attack on Titan

Levi

Headcanons

Erwin

Headcanons

Erwin x Thicc (F) reader

Scenarios

Erin

Headcanons

Scenarios

Hair Pulling Kink

Man bun

Black Clover

Cap. Yami

Headcanons

DBZ/DBS

Bulma

Headcanons

Goku

Headcanons

Trunks

Scenarios

Saiyan sex

Headcanons

Vegeta

Headcanons

Magi the Magic Labryinth

Monster Musume

Arachnea

Headcanons

Shibari (NSFW)

My Hero Academia

Mafia AU pt.9

Music Industry AU

Self insert requests

Class 1A (Boys)

Bakugo Katsuki

Headcanons

Poly! Bakusquad x 90s fashionista

S/o with a rabbit quirk

Bakugo smokers fetish

Mixed GF poly Bakusquad

Yandere Yakuza Bakugo x Black Darling

Bakusquad x s/o w/anxiety

Cuddly Bakugo x GN Reader

Scenarios

Sit on my lap (nsfw)

Blowjob Challenge

Stretch you out/pt.2

Hanta Sero

Headcanons

Poly! Bakusquad x Affetionate Reader

Scenarios

Kaminari Denki

Headcanons

Bad Girls Club (SFW)

Thicc Reader

Scenarios

Kirishima Eijirou

Headcanons

Black girlfriend

Spice it up (KiriBaku x Reader)

Gf w/long labia (nsfw)

Scenarios

Santa Baby (NSFW)

I’m in love with a stripper (NSFW)

Midoriya Izuku

Headcanons

Small boob s/o(nsfw)

WAP Dance

Don’t run from the 🍆 (NSFW)

Scenarios

Tenya Iida

Headcanons

Scenarios

Todoroki Shouto

Headcanons

All dressed up (SFW)

Scenarios

Tokoyami Fumikagi

Headcanons

Class 2B

Shinsou

Headcanons

Black girlfriend

Scenarios

Gamer! Shinsou x Nerdy Thicc Reader/pt.2

Monoma

Class 1A (girls)

Ashido Mina

Headcanon

Scenarios

Kyouka Jiro

Headcanons

Yaoyorozu Momo

Headcanons

Black Girl Momo

Scenarios

Tsuyu

Headcanons

Big 3

Mirio

Heroes

Aizawa

Headcanons

Scenarios

Romcom AU

All Might

Headcanons

Glory Hole (nsfw)

Endeavor

Headcanons

Scenarios

Fat gum

Headcanons

Gang Orca

Headcanons

Scenarios

Please Me/Yes Goddess

Hawks

Headcanons

Black Cookout w/girlfriend

Scenarios

Caged Hearts (Hawks x Miku (OC)) pt.27//pt.28 (final)

Neighbors pt.11//pt.12//pt.13//pt.14//pt.14

3some w/ Mirko//pt.2

Villain! Hawks x Miku (OC)x Eureka(OC) (nsfw)

Happy Birthday Hawks love Miku

First Time (Virgin! Hawks x Fem Reader)

Touched By an Angel pt.1 (NSFW)

Love Language (Hawks x Miku (oc) pt.1//pt.2

Hawks x Miku (oc) Black Slang

Misc.

Roasting Hawks

Miku singing/interview

Mirko

Headcanons

Scenarios

Strap-on x Femme Reader (nsfw)

Citizens

Todoroki Natsuo

Headcanons

Todoroki Rei

Headcanons

Scenarios

Villains

Dabi

Headcanons

Forced Rim job

Scenarios

Quirkless! Dabi x Hot teacherAU//Hot Teacher pt.2 (NSFW)

Shigaraki

Headcanons

Prank

Naruto

Headcanons

Kakashi

Scenarios

Headcanons

Kinks

Shibari

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

• Eddie Munson

Our Year: pt. 1//pt.2//pt.3//pt.4//pt.5

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angstyclowns · 4 years

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I read your recent answer with Fatgum being mated to U.A's art teacher- may I request some detail (sfw or nsfw) on this? As in, Alpha Fatgum with an Art teacher Omega? The dynamic is so adorable! Please be safe out there btw!

So, uhhh Funny story, this was a reference to a tik-tok oc which I already got called out for, but I’m still ready to do this.

And you be safe too, love!

!!!NSFW BELOW!!!

Alpha! Taishiro Toyomitsu x Art teacher! Omega! Reader!

SFW

Your both so adorable. Periodt.

No ifs ands or butts

Like everyone ships you two.

You teach class 1-A art and you always gush about your alpha to him.

His interns (Adaliah and Eijirou) are over it.

They find it adorable, counting down the days until you both officially claim them as your pups.

Please they need constant love as their shy beans with low self-esteem.

Little do they know you already see them as your pups.

So does your alpha.

Anyway, moving on.

Taishiro always drops by for surprise lunch dates.

On weekends you drop by to return the favour.

Whether it’s going out to a restaurant or just sitting in your offices and feeding each other.

You did steal bring the two first years and Tamaki out to lunch with you and Taishiro and it was adorable and you now do it every friday.

Aizawa has no clue where you take his students and it drives him nuts.

Taishiro, as an alpha, is super cuddly and territorial.

He’s constantly holding you close to him wherever you go, purring deeply and showing you off.

Your art is one of his favorite things to show off.

It’s hung all around his/ your house.

Back to his whole territorial thing, he’s constantly remarking you and scenting you.

He loves when you do the same to him

It drives him wild.

NSFW

Sex with Taishiro in one word is sweet.

Pun fully intended and I offer no apologies.

Sorry, not sorry.

Anyway,

Your alpha is all for loving you anywhere.

His favorite place to bend you over is his hero office since everything there is built specially for his fat-gum form and if he’s in his skinny form it makes the space so much bigger while giving him that rush of adrenaline.

It’s a wild ride.

In his skinny form he’s packing about 10-11 inches with a nice curve at the end that hits all the right places.

In his fat form he gets an added 4 inches- have fun with that he’s got big dick energy.

About 6-inch girth as well.

He also cums a lot.

Though you normally can’t tell since he’s locked inside of you via his knot, you can feel it pumping into you steadily.

It’s so hot.

Despite his diet, his cum doesn’t taste horrible

A little salty, but it’s cum. You’re swallowing children.

Sorry, that’s my shitty sense of humor to deal with the blush I never knew was coming.

heh- cumming.

Moving on, Taishiro is fully open to bringing food into the bedroom. Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, edible lingerie, etc. If you can eat it, bring it in.

He also has hella stamina so good luck.

He’s also an ass man, since ass is just baby fat and muscles and when he slaps it just right it reverberates and-

he’s drooling thinking about it,

As an alpha he’s always knotting you, but if your not ready to have pups he’ll renew your bond mark so your body doesn’t take it.

But he also has a hardcore breeding kink so please implore him-

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Pieces of You • Kirishima Eijirou

Summary • Sometimes, you see a stranger so captivating that as they disappear from your sight, they take a little piece of you with them. Kirishima learns this all too well over one scorching summer. Little does he know, you learn the same.

Pairing • Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

Word Count • 8.0k

Tags and Warnings • Aged up (early 20s), class 1-A are all sidekicks and haven’t gone Pro yet, fluff, accidental meetings, strangers to lovers.

Note • I had the privilege of joining the summer sfw collab with the wonderful members of bnharem! Feel free to check out other talented writers and their summer-themed works here. There’s also a little reference in this to @justabstractthings’ fic for the collab with Tetsutetsu! A huge thank you to @simplybakugou @sugacookiies @wakaoujisenhime @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism and @justabstractthings for betaing and providing tons of constructive feedback. This fic wouldn’t be where it is now without them!

–

The first time you meet, it’s raining. You don’t notice Kirishima, but he notices you, and you easily take the first piece of his heart with you.

You quickly slip into the stream of people on the sidewalk, clutching your bag of signed documents to your chest. The sun beats down on your head, heating the humid air, and quickly causing your business clothes to stick uncomfortably against your skin.

The heat is nothing new. Although it is the start of summer, the whole city of Esuha has been burdened by relentless days of a cloudless sky.

But today, with the humidity making the air thick, and with the darkening clouds rolling across the sky, you know that the city will finally get a reprieve from the sun.

There’s a low rumble that lasts for multiple seconds. A little droplet splatters onto your arm, darkening the fabric of your shirt. Another hits the sidewalk. The air is heavy and still. Then the skies open, and water starts to fall down in sheets.

As the rain falls, quickly darkening concrete and asphalt, pedestrians pick up the pace. Some start sprinting for cover, not having the foresight to bring an umbrella. Those who are better prepared pull out umbrellas and don raincoats, energized by the cooling air.

And you?

You stand there, eyes closed and face tilted up toward the sky, disregarding the people that rush around you like the flow of water in a river that is parted by a single stone. The rain falls hard, soaking into your clothes and your hair, droplets splashing onto your face. It’s cold and refreshing and washes away the seemingly endless days of heat. So you smile, lips curling up just the slightest bit as you stay under the downpour, taking in the constant pounding of raindrops hitting buildings, cars, streets.

There’s someone else that is motionless on the edge of the street. Another rock that divides the flow of water. Kirishima stands under the overhang of a skyscraper that lines the sidewalk, people rushing around him to enter the building for shelter. And though he should finish his patrol and return to Fat Gum Agency, he is captivated by the sight of you.

You look so at peace, unlike the others that hurry to get out of the rain. You don’t mind that your hair is now heavy and soaked, that your clothes are clinging to your body.

Kirishima’s lips part as he watches the smile grow on your face, an expression so in the moment that he can’t help but feel a bit like a voyeur, watching creepily from afar. He holds out one hand, stretching it beyond the cover of the building, and huge droplets immediately splash onto his palm.

It’s refreshing, yes, a bit of coolness after the long summer days, but he can’t tell why you’re so fascinated by it.

Nonetheless, a smile grows on his own face as he continues watching you.

Someone bumps into you as they pass by, and you jolt with a start, eyes flashing open. Your eyelashes are weighted down with glittering spheres of rain, and droplets roll down your cheeks. You look down at yourself, taking in your soaked business clothes, and you know that you’ll have to get them dry cleaned or wash them yourself when you get home.

Then your eyes widen at the wet bag in your arms that contains the documents you had gotten signed just minutes ago by a Pro Hero ordering new gear for members of his agency. “The papers!” you cry out. Then you throw yourself into motion, hurrying down the street, no longer a rock breaking the flow, but now part of the stream of pedestrians.

Kirishima watches as you rush away until he no longer can pick you out from the others on the sidewalk. He, too, snaps to attention, realizing that he had been watching you for at least a couple of minutes. “My patrol!” He was supposed to be finishing up!

As he steps into the rain and heads back to Fat Gum Agency, he tilts his face toward the sky, looking at the skyscrapers that stretch up and at the rain that falls down. Warmth blazes in his chest, heating him from within even as cold raindrops hit his skin, and he smiles.

If there’s an extra bounce to Kirishima’s steps as the sidekick returns completely soaked to the agency, well, Fat Gum just grins and doesn’t mention it.

–

The second time you meet, it’s brief. But Kirishima makes a lasting impact on you, and a fragment of your heart is his forever.

You return to Esuha two weeks later with a briefcase of Hatsume’s finished products for Fat Gum, the Pro Hero that had signed those papers that thankfully hadn’t gotten too wet from the sudden rain. The sun is just as bright and hot as it was last time, although there is a bit of a breeze.

Keeping the briefcase in hand, you step through the agency’s doorway and make your way to the receptionist sitting behind a large desk. She looks up at you with a polite smile and asks, “How may I help you?”

“I have a meeting with Fat Gum at one o’clock about some gear that he requested.” You hold up the dark case. It’s nondescript and rather heavy, but it’s better to not advertise what you’re carrying, especially since it’s for Pro Heroes and sidekicks.

The receptionist nods and types something into her computer. A few moments later, she pulls open a drawer and takes out a lanyard with a guest pass dangling from the end of it. “Please take the elevator up to the top floor. He’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Thank you.” You accept the pass, slip it over your head, and head toward the elevators on the other side of the lobby.

Pressing the button with an arrow on it that points up, you step to the side to wait, holding the case in front of you with both hands. A few moments later, the elevator chimes, the doors slide open, and a couple of people exit. You don’t pay them much attention, and you step into the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor.

But then you hear it: a loud, carefree laugh, deep and gravelly at the same time. Your head jerks away from studying the buttons, and you look out beyond the elevator doors. Immediately, you catch sight of a head of spiky, bright red hair, tilted back as laughter travels through the lobby, the person’s shoulders shaking with the force of his amusement.

Kirishima laughs at a comment Amajiki makes, throwing his head back. The other sidekick ducks his head down into the cloak that drapes around his shoulders, and Kirishima grins fondly. His senior has certainly grown more confident in the years since he graduated from U.A, but some things didn’t change.

However, despite his amusement, Kirishima can’t help but turn his face just a little back toward the elevators. He thinks he saw someone familiar waiting by them when he walked out with Amajiki, and Kirishima's eye widens as he catches sight of you, now in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close. His smile turns softer as he thinks back to the first time he saw you—drenched with rain yet looking so at peace.

Amajiki says something, slightly muffled by his cloak, and Kirishima takes his attention off you and responds to the other sidekick. By the time he looks back again at the elevators, the doors have closed, and you are gone.

The sound of the laugh warms you and brings a smile to your face. You assume that he’s a sidekick at this agency, eying the hero gear that drapes over his body and frames his muscles. The stranger turns to talk to the person next to him, another sidekick in a white cape, and you get a glimpse of a sharp jawline and an observant red eye just as the elevator chimes and the doors slide close.

He’s handsome, you think to yourself, closing your eyes and replaying the sound of his laughter in your mind. A shiver runs up your spine, but then you quickly shake your head to clear him from your thoughts. You have a meeting to attend, and your mind certainly didn’t need to be occupied by a red-haired sidekick with a mesmerizing laugh.

–

The third time you meet, it’s awkward and silly. But it makes both of you smile, and both of you have a friend that starts to realize there’s someone who is capturing pieces of your hearts.

Hatsume sits across from you, nursing a hot cup of black coffee in her hands. You don’t understand how she can drink a hot beverage in the middle of summer, although you suppose the cold air conditioning in the coffee shop does help to make it manageable.

You take a sip of your own drink and set it to the side, pulling out a tablet from your bag.

“It’s nice to get out of the workshop sometimes, isn’t it?” you ask as you power up the tablet and start logging in.

The inventor nods. “I just can’t bear to leave my babies alone for too long! Who knows what trouble they’d get into on their own.”

Your lips twitch, but you hide a smile. In the years you’ve worked with Hatsume as a legal business manager for Hatsume's Babies, and even when you both were studying at U.A, you’ve grown used to her references for her inventions. “I’m sure they’ll be fine, Mei. Did you remember to unplug the machines you were using?”

She purses her lips in thought, and your eyes widen with worry, but she snaps her fingers as she remembers. “Yep, sweetie, sure did! The lab should be explosion-free when we return. Although…” Hatsume trails off, thinking.

You laugh but return to pulling up the documents you wanted to show her on your tablet. “I’m sure the assistants back at the lab will be able to handle anything that may come up. Now here!”

You turn your tablet so that both of you can see the screen and enlarge the document with your thumb and forefinger. “Since we finished our last client’s order, we’ve already had three others request to work with us. They aren’t all from Pros, but I do think you’ll find some of them interesting and challenging!”

You slide the tablet across the table, so it sits in front of Hatsume, and she scrolls through to take a look at the various requests. “There’s no rush to accept them, especially since we’ve already reached our goal for the month, but–”

“Ooh!” Hatsume squeals, flipping the tablet around so you can see it. “This one just sparks the imagination.”

You take in the request sent in from a sidekick, eyes widening when you see the name. Then realization flashes, and you roll your eyes, but smile at Hatsume. “Very funny, Mei. Although if he heard you refer to his quirk as sparks, he’d blow up in your face—both figuratively and literally.”

She returns your smile, then scrolls down on the tablet to the next request. “I want to do this one, too. Actually, let’s take all three! They’re such exciting projects, I can’t wait to start working on them!”

You take the tablet back and mark down some notes to remind yourself to contact the clients and let them know that Hatsume had accepted their request. “Got it. Anyway, with the last order we completed, and these three that you’ll start working on, Hatsume’s Babies will continue to grow! Before long, we’re going to have the best support equipment in all of Japan.” You grin at her excitedly, spreading your arms wide to emphasize your statement.

Hatsume clasps her hands together in front of her, a dreamy sigh escaping her. “We’ll be known as the best support equipment company all over the world!”

Then both of you look at each other. Hatsume unclasps her hands, and you drop your arms, and both of you start laughing in amusement at your over the top and exaggerated actions.

“Only a couple years out of U.A, yet we’ve already come this far,” you say, before taking another sip of your drink.

“Mhm! And we have a lot further to go.”

Hatsume stretches out a hand across the table, and you grasp it. Eyes flashing in determination, you cheer, “To the top!”

“To the top!” Hatsume echoes, and shakes your hand energetically.

You break apart and start laughing again.

In your excitement and laughter, neither of you notice the figure standing on the other side of the coffee shop window. Kirishima’s trying not to be so obvious in looking, but with the way you’re so caught up in whatever you’re discussing with Hatsume, he doesn’t think you’d notice him anyway.

Kirishima was on his way to meet up with Kaminari, intending to plan a trip to the beach with the rest of his friends from U.A. But as he walks down the busy street, eyes wandering from store to store, he stops short when he catches sight of you. His eyes widen in recognition when he takes in the person sitting across from you. How do you know Hatsume?

Kirishima definitely remembers Hatsume from his first year at U.A; she definitely was memorable at the sports festival. And even after that, he noticed the talent Hatsume had in designing support gear for heroes, and occasionally sought her out to get some upgrades on his costume.

Even now, he still gets parts of his hero outfit from Hatsume, although she’s come a lot farther than a workshop at U.A. She has a full business now, called Hatsume’s Babies, and Kirishima has already heard a lot of positive things from other heroes. That praise is well deserved. Just a few days ago, on that same day that Kirishima had spotted you in the elevator, Fat Gum handed him a newly designed head guard that Kirishima requested. He’s only had it for a few days, but it’s been holding up better than his old one, and it’s more comfortable too.

Though he wants to know how you are so familiar with Hatsume—perhaps you went to U.A. too, although Kirishima wishes that he had seen you before if that were the case—he’s more interested in the way your eyes seem to sparkle as you animatedly converse with Hatsume about whatever is on your tablet.

His lips curve up in a smile as you wave your hands around, mouth moving at a fast pace. Then your arms stretch wide, and a grin spreads across your face. Kirishima’s face feels hot. It’s as if you have some quirk that makes him captivated by whatever you do. He’s stupidly happy to see you so excited, although part of him wishes that he is the reason for your expression.

“Hey, move it, buddy.” Someone runs into Kirishima’s shoulder, and the sidekick stumbles forward a step, bringing him closer to the window of the coffee shop.

Kirishima blinks and shakes his head. “Oh man, what am I doing?” he mutters to himself, running a hand down his face. “Staring isn’t manly.” He hopes he hadn’t been standing on the street, staring, for too long, and he definitely hopes that you and Hatsume didn’t notice.

It’s time for him to go. Kaminari is waiting for him, after all. But as he starts to turn away from the sight of you laughing, you open your eyes and reach out to grab your drink–

–and your eyes lock onto his.

Your mouth falls open, and you seem to recognize him, although Kirishima never would have thought that you remember seeing him at Fat Gum Agency.

Kirishima freezes for a moment, unsure how to react. But then a fond smile spreads across your face—a bit warmer than the usual ones you’d give to complete strangers—and you wave your hand just a little.

He’s pretty sure that his face is as red as his hair, but he gives a toothy grin and returns the wave.

Then another pedestrian brushes past him on the sidewalk, and he realizes that he really has to go, even though you’re just right there, on the other side of the window. He juts his thumb out and points down the street, an apologetic expression settling on his face.

You just nod, smile growing wider, and wave again in goodbye.

Kirishima waves too. He forces himself to turn and walk away, and tells himself to not look back.

He fails, of course, and looks over his shoulder after taking a couple steps down the sidewalk. You’re still looking at him, and when you catch him turning his head, your dreamy smile turns sheepish, and you wave again.

Kirishima grins, faces forward, and continues walking toward his meeting spot with Kaminari.

“You’re late!” Kaminari cries, when Kirishima finally arrives. Though Kaminari was planning on teasing his friend about being late even further, he immediately notices the soft smile on Kirishima’s face.

“What’s with that look?” Kaminari asks. He wiggles his eyebrows. “Is it because of someone special?”

Kaminari is only teasing, and certainly doesn’t expect Kirishima to flush red. Kaminari’s mouth falls open. “It is!” he cries.

“It’s not what you think!” Kirishima protests.

Kaminari slings an arm over his friend’s shoulder. “I think,” he drawls, “you need to tell me how this crush stole pieces of my best friend’s heart, or else I’m going to get jealous.”

As the two of them start walking toward Kaminari’s apartment, Kirishima tells of the three instances he saw you. And after lots of good-natured teasing from his friend, Kirishima sheepishly admits that he might just have a crush on you—a stranger, who somehow captured parts of his heart without even knowing it.

Back at the coffee shop, you’re under similar interrogation by Hatsume, who had easily noticed the exchange between you and Kirishima.

“Kirishima Eijirou?” His name rolls off your tongue, and you rather like the sound of it.

“Yep, that’s him! He’s one of Midoriya’s adorable classmates from U.A!”

“Ah, so I was right.” At Hatsume’s questioning look, you explain further. “I saw him at Fat Gum Agency when I was delivering their order, and he was wearing his hero costume, so I assumed he was a sidekick at the agency!”

“Ooh, is he the reason you came back to the lab with a dreamy look on your face?”

You sputter. “No- I- What- Dreamy?”

A wide smile spreads across Hatsume’s face. She clasps her hands together and leans halfway across the table. “Does someone have a little crush?” she asks in a sing-song voice.

You roll your eyes and flick her forehead, trying to hide the small smile by ducking your head down. “And what if I do?” you ask back.

Hatsume pouts and rubs her forehead, then answers you. “That would be so cute! Almost as cute as my favorite babies. You’ve only seen him twice, yet it seems like he’s taken little pieces of your heart with him!”

“It’s not that dramatic!” you protest. But Hatsume gives you a knowing look, yellow eyes shining, and you sigh. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But it’s not like I’ll see him again.”

Hatsume vigorously shakes her head. “You’ve seen Kirishima twice in five days! With those odds, you should expect to see him pretty frequently over the summer!”

“But- but what if that’s just a statistical error? An outlier?”

“Do you really think that’s the case, sweetie? If you don’t accept that you might have more than just a little crush on him, then I’ll force you to sit through my calculations for the probability of you meeting him again in the next week!”

You gasp in mock horror. “Oh no, not the calculations!” Then you turn serious, although a bit of hope sparkles in your eyes. “I would like to see him again, though. Maybe I’ll be able to talk to him next time.”

Hatsume grins and pats you on the shoulder as she stands up. “Now that’s the spirit! Anyway, let’s get going. I have to get back to my poor babies—they’ve been without me for so long! And come to think of it, I may have left one of my more volatile babies plugged in.”

Your mouth falls open, and you quickly stand up. “Mei!” you cry, picking up your drink with one hand and holding onto your bag with the other. “You told me you didn’t!”

The inventor just laughs, links her arm with yours, and pulls you out of the coffee shop and into the hot summer air.

–

The fourth time you meet, you finally talk to each other. He does something silly and cute, and so do you, so when you part ways, more shards of your hearts have been captured by each other.

Cold waves crash onto the beach, foam rising up on the sand. Seagulls fly overhead, letting out loud cries as they swoop down for morsels of food dropped by the hundreds of people that cover the beach. It seems like everyone has the same idea as you and Hatsume, who you managed to convince to get away from the city and take a well-deserved break.

Except, she’s not actually taking a break.

“You didn’t tell me to leave my babies at home!” Hatsume says as she tinkers with a metallic contraption in her hands.

“I didn’t think you’d actually bring them to the beach!” You throw out one arm and gesture at the waves, the sand, and all the people. It’s your mistake to assume that Hatsume wouldn’t have brought her precious inventions along with her. “Won’t the heat and the sand ruin them?”

Hatsume looks up from her work, eyebrows furrowed. “My babies are built to withstand even the hottest temperatures! A little bit of sand won’t do them any harm. And do you seriously think I haven’t prepped these cuties before coming here?” She pats the side of the invention she’s working on and starts fiddling around with some wires on the inside.

You watch her work with a fond smile on your face. After a minute or two, you get to your feet and step out from the shade of your giant beach umbrella. “Mei,” you say.

Hatsume doesn’t look up.

“Mei!”

Her hands slow, which you know is a sign of her paying attention, so you continue speaking. “I’m going to get something for us, okay? It’s a bit of a walk, but I’ll be back soon. What do you want me to get?”

Hatsume finally looks up from her work. “Orange slushie?”

“An orange slushie? Sure!” As soon as you answer, she ducks her head back down and keeps fiddling with her invention again. “See you soon, Mei!”

You dig out your wallet from your bag, slip on a pair of sunglasses, and start walking across the beach toward the kiosks and small shops a little distance away.

The sand is hot and sifts through your toes whenever you take a step forward. Children race around on the beach, splashing each other in the water. Plenty of people sit under large beach umbrellas, but just as many lie out under the hot sun as they try to build up a tan. The sun shines bright and beats down on your skin, but the breeze from the ocean helps to keep you cool. You really could use some ice cream, though.

When you arrive at the kiosk, there’s already a long line of people ahead of you. You join the back of the line and wait. By the time you get to the front, sweat has beaded up on your forehead, neck, and other places you don’t even want to mention.

You look at the teenager at the cash register, ready to take your order. “I’d like an orange slushie, and uh–” You do a double-take at the small sign someone had taped on the menu board with ice cream flavors on it. “There’s no ice cream today?”

The teenager pulls his lips in a pained smile. “Unfortunately, our ice cream machine broke and won’t be fixed for another day.”

“Ah, okay. Could I also have a...” You read over the menu board again. You just want something refreshing to cool you off, even if it isn’t ice cream. “A strawberry popsicle, please.”

“That’ll be 300 yen,” he says.

You pull out the right amount of money in coins and place it on the counter. The cashier slides it toward himself and counts them, before putting it into the register.

“One moment.”

You stand off to the side to wait for your order, and a couple minutes later, a slushie cup and a wrapped popsicle slide across the counter toward you. “Thank you!” you say as you pick up the items.

Stopping at a nearby table, you unwrap your popsicle and throw the wrapper in the trash can. With Hatsume’s orange slushie in your left hand and your strawberry popsicle in your right, you continue on across the beach.

You slip the tip of the popsicle between your lips, sighing in relief as it cools your mouth. It actually doesn’t taste half bad, even though the food coloring dyes it an atrocious bright pink.

You’re so focused on your popsicle that you barely notice anything that happens around you, until a familiar laugh draws your attention. Your head snaps up, the popsicle leaving your lips, and you scan the beach around you.

Bright red hair catches your eyes. It’s Kirishima, as you expected—as you hoped—and he’s sitting on a beach towel, surrounded by his friends, who all laugh as they watch him press something to the center of his forehead. He takes his finger away, and a small black dot is left behind. Your brows furrow. It’s in a tear shape, and after noticing the pile of watermelon rinds on a paper plate, you recognize it to be a watermelon seed.

His friends are still laughing at him as he stares in front of him in concentration. But as he looks ahead, you’re in his field of vision.

You freeze, your strawberry popsicle a short distance from your mouth.

Kirishima freezes too.

His friends notice, and they turn to see what has his attention, and all at once, five pairs of eyes are locked onto you.

The attention flusters you, especially since you know now that it’s Kirishima and his fellow hero friends—and you know that you’ve delivered gear to the agencies that they all work for.

Since your hands are full with Hatsume’s slushie and your popsicle, you can only manage a nod in greeting.

Then with nearly comedic timing, the watermelon seed on Kirishima’s forehead falls off and lands on his swim shorts. His face grows red, and he quickly picks up the seed and drops it in the pile of watermelon rinds.

“You’re supposed to make a wish before it falls off!” he calls out in explanation. Kirishima’s heart is pounding so loudly that he’s sure his friends can hear it, but his voice is surprisingly steady as he finally talks to you for the first time. “I learned it from a friend!”

An expression of fond amusement spreads across your face. “Hope your wish comes true!”

Out of nowhere—or maybe Kaminari’s fake suaveness has rubbed off on him—Kirishima winks at you and says, “It came true when I saw you!”

Your eyes grow wide, and your breathing quickens. He pulled that off so smoothly that it seemed like he’s practiced it before. But Kirishima blushes again, and his smile turns into a look of embarrassment, so you know that it was completely unrehearsed.

A cold and sticky droplet lands on your hand, and you look down as another drop of pink hits your skin. Your popsicle is melting under the heat of the sun, and you’re pretty sure Hatsume’s slushie is turning into orange-flavored water. You wrinkle your nose at the pink drops. Your tongue flickers out to lick them off your skin, and you lick the popsicle too, from bottom to top, to keep it from dripping even more.

Then, with your mouth around the cold treat, you come to your senses and realize that you’re still standing before Kirishima and his friends.

You pull the popsicle away and let out an awkward laugh, looking down at the sand between you and Kirishima. “Sorry about that,” you say, “but my popsicle is melting on me. I- um- I should get going! Hatsume’s still waiting for her slushie!”

Without waiting for a response, you start walking away.

But Kirishima cups his hands around his mouth and shouts after you, making you stop in your tracks. “Before you go, do I get to know your name?”

You turn slightly. “Make a wish to see me again! I’ll tell you next time!” Then you continue on, hurrying across the sand and leaving Kirishima and his friends behind.

Kirishima watches you retreat, until your figure disappears into the crowds of people on the beach.

His friends snicker at his soft expression, and Kaminari slaps a hand against Kirishima’s back. “Better get another watermelon seed! Let’s see if Tetsutetsu’s method will help you see the love of your life again.”

Kirishima doesn’t respond, still caught up in thinking about how adorable you looked in your casual beach clothes. And your embarrassment at getting so caught up in eating your popsicle was cute as well. Then his mind wanders to the image of your lips wrapped around the pink popsicle, slightly swollen from the cold. Was it unmanly that it made him want to kiss you?

Seeing Kirishima lost in his thoughts, Mina flips her sunglasses up, so they rest on her curly pink hair and leans toward Kaminari. “So that’s the crush you were talking about? You told us that she made Kiri act all dopey when he met up with you to plan this beach trip!”

Kaminari nods in confirmation. “You should’ve seen the look on his face. He might call it a small crush, but there’s no way that’s the case.”

Bakugou grunts and finally joins the conversation. “Can’t believe your crush works for that crazy inventor chick.”

This catches Kirishima’s attention. “Hatsume?”

Bakugou waves his hand in the air dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, if that’s who the inventor chick is. Your crush sometimes brings the finished items to the agency.”

“Oh!” Kirishima says, eyes widening with realization. “So that’s why I saw her at Fat Gum’s, and why she was at the coffee shop with Hatsume.”

“Anyway,” Sero interrupts, holding a watermelon seed between his fingers. “Show us how to make a wish again.” He grins and passes the seed on to Kirishima, who accepts it.

“Okay, okay! I’ll do this until I see her again!” He cheers and pumps a fist up in the air.

“To Kirishima seeing his crush!” Mina shouts, raising a fist too.

“To Kirishima’s crush!” Kaminari and Sero laugh and punch the air.

They all look to the one person that hasn’t joined them.

“What?” Bakugou snaps. “Shitty Hair can see her again without making one of those stupid wishes. You know who she is now, and you can meet her again.”

Kirishima’s eyes widen. “You’re right, Bakubro!”

“Of course I’m right.”

Kirishima gets to his feet and brushes sand off his shorts. “It’s really hot right now,” he says as his friends watch him slip his wallet into a pocket. “I’ll go see if there’s something cold at the kiosk. Anyone want to come?”

His friends look at each other and shake their heads, turning down his offer. Kirishima shrugs and leaves, giving them a quick wave.

As soon as Kirishima has walked far enough that he won’t be able to hear them, Bakugou points at Mina, Sero, and Kaminari, catching their attention. “Hey. Don’t go off and do something dumb. But I know where that crush of his will be in three weeks.”

Everyone’s eyes widen, and Mina squeals, clapping her hands together in excitement. You’re Kirishima’s crush, but now they’re all rather invested after meeting you in person. So they lean in eagerly, and Bakugou starts talking.

–

The fifth time you meet, he finally gets your name. The night ends all too soon, and you have to part ways, but you both ache to meet again.

The venue is crowded with sidekicks, Pros, employees from support companies, and many other types of people who are important and can bring success to one’s career. Although the networking event is mainly for the sidekicks to make connections with already well-known agencies and companies, you and Hatsume were invited to spread the word about Hatsume’s Babies and get some new clients.

So you work your way around the large room, summoning up the energy to hand out business cards from your handheld purse, and talk to as many people as you can, as Hatsume does the same elsewhere.

As you finish up a conversation with a new sidekick that recently graduated from U.A, someone with a head of green hair approaches you. He’s smiling, and a genuine smile spreads across your face.

“Izuku! Who picked out your outfit?”

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, but I’m glad I ran into you! Is it that obvious that I didn’t choose this?” He gestures to himself, and you take in the black suit with a forest green tie that matches his hair and eyes. Since you’ve gotten to know him through Hatsume, you’ve learned that he doesn’t always have the best sense of fashion. “Ochako helped me pick it out,” he says sheepishly.

“Well, it looks good! How is she doing, by the way?”

Midoriya offers his arm out to you. You take it, and let him guide you wherever he wants to take you. “She’s here today, actually, and so is Shouto and Tenya. I can take you to them.”

You nod and smile. “That would be nice! I haven’t seen Shouto since I last delivered his gear to him, and it’s been ages since I talked to Ochako and Tenya in person.”

Midoriya brings you to his group of friends, who all greet you with smiles. You converse with them for a while, catching up on the latest events that happened in their lives. The conversation flows easily with the familiarity of friends, and it doesn’t drain you to talk to them. Your chest is warm, happy to be surrounded by wonderful friends that care so much.

Then a girl with short pink hair appears, wrapping an arm around Uraraka’s shoulder. She looks familiar to you for some reason.

Your eyes widen as it clicks.

“Oh! You’re–”

“I’m Ashido Mina, nice to meet you!” She shakes your hand energetically before moving across the circle of friends to stand next to you. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Kirishima,” she says with a mischievous smile.

“Oh gosh, I hope he doesn’t think I’m creepy or strange or something.”

Mina laughs. “It’s quite the opposite, actually!”

At your hopeful and questioning look, she only winks and says, “That’s not my secret to tell. But you should know that he constantly has a dreamy look on his face, and he’s wanted to see you again ever since the beach.”

“Is he here?” Your voice is bright, and you completely perk up before your friends’ eyes.

Mina nods, an excited smile on her face. “Want me to take you to him?”

You look to your friends, who all wear some sort of amused expression as they look on, and you give them a small wave. “Please excuse me then. I have a stranger to get acquainted with!”

Your steps are bouncy from nerves and excitement as you follow Mina through the crowded room.

Mina suddenly stops and turns around to face you. “They’re on the other side of this group of Pro Heroes,” she says, taking one of your hands in hers. “I just want you to know that Kirishima’s a sweetheart, and I really hope you’re not just here to play with his feelings.”

You know that she’s serious and that she genuinely cares about her friend. You nod solemnly. “We’re only strangers, but I- well, he already means quite a bit to me. I’m here to meet him and get to know him more, and if he wants to continue things further, I would gladly do that. I’m not interested in games, and would never play with feelings.”

“Good.” Mina smiles again, and the mood feels a lot lighter as she starts guiding you around the group of conversing Pro Heroes. “I didn’t think you were the type, but one can never be too careful.”

You return the smile. “It’s great that he has such a wonderful friend like you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet! I can tell why he likes you.”

Your eyes widen, and Mina giggles, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oops! Was I not supposed to tell you that? Well, anyway, here we are!”

She hooks her arm with yours and pulls you to a group of well-dressed people that you recognize from the beach. Your eyes immediately lock onto Kirishima, whose back is toward you, but you know it is him because of his spiky red hair. You stop moving. His black suit fits him well, hugging his broad shoulders and large biceps. It’s pulled in at the waist, emphasizing his athletic figure.

Mina lets out a soft laugh, and you realize that you’re staring. You look at her, embarrassed. “Don’t tell him, please.”

She only winks at you, which is not reassuring, before pulling you along to the group. Mina clears her throat, catching their attention. “Gentlemen, I brought a guest!”

Everyone except Kirishima immediately grins when they see you, and one of the blondes wiggles his eyebrows and elbows Kirishima to turn around.

Your breath catches in your lungs as he finally faces you. You don’t notice as his eyes widen and his lips part in shock. Instead, you’re focused on taking him in from the front—finally, you can just stop and stare.

He’s wearing a red shirt under his black suit that clings to his muscles and makes his red eyes pop. A black tie is knotted at the base of his throat, but it’s a little rumpled, and he’s clearly pulled on it multiple times throughout the night.

Kirishima is speechless as he drinks in the sight of you in formal attire. He never expected to see you at this event, although he probably should have anticipated that you would be invited. “Wow,” he breathes, eyes scanning you from head to toe and back up again.

Sero and Kaminari snicker from behind him, but even that doesn’t stop Kirishima from staring.

After another silent moment, Mina decides to take the lead. “This is Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, and I hear that you’re already familiar with Kirishima. Everyone, this is–”

You pull your thoughts together and step forward, offering a hand out to Kirishima to shake. He takes it, even though he’s still rather stunned, and you tug on his hand. He’s not expecting it, so he stumbles a few steps until his chest is pressed to yours. A smile flickers at the corner of your lips, and you lean in so your mouth is by his ear.

And then you whisper your name.

Somehow your voice comes out with no hint of the butterflies in your stomach, and it definitely makes Kirishima more than a little flustered. When you pull away, his cheeks are dusted in pink, and his eyes are wide and glazed over.

“I- I’m Kirishima Eijirou,” he says. His eyes widen. “And Mina just told you that, so–”

“It’s okay, Kirishima.” You smile at him, warmth and amusement dancing in your eyes. “I’m sure you’re just surprised that your watermelon seed made your wish come true.”

His name rolls off your tongue smoothly, and he likes the way it sounds with your voice. It takes him a few seconds before he pulls himself together and gets out a response, this time with a bit more confidence, his voice low and a little rough. “I would’ve made a thousand wishes if that’s what it took for me to see you again.”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered, and you duck your head down.

Kirishima, confidence growing by the second, gently tilts your chin with a calloused hand to look into his crimson eyes. “Since I can finally put a name to the face, would it be manly for me to ask if I could see you again?”

You smile at him, raising a hand to grasp onto the one he has under your chin, gently stroking your thumb across the back of his hand. “I’d love that.”

Bakugou coughs, making both of you jump. He sticks his hands into his pocket and scowls at you both. “I’m not gonna stand around and watch this lovefest you’re putting on.”

“If you don’t like it, no one’s stopping you from leaving,” you immediately shoot back. Then your eyes widen in horror as you realize that you just snapped back at one of Kirishima’s friends.

But Kaminari, Sero, and Mina grin widely, and Mina wraps her arms around you in a side hug, making you move away from Kirishima. “That was great!” she squeals.

You look at her out of the corner of your eyes. “T-that was?”

Bakugou steps in front of you, looks you up and down, and then nods. “You’re not afraid to stand your ground. You’ll be fine.”

Kirishima grins at you. “Looks like Bakubro approves!” His smile is wide, and his eyes are bright, and you can’t stay upset.

“I do have to go, though. I’m supposed to keep networking for Hatsume’s Babies, and as much as I enjoy everyone’s company, I can’t stay in one place for too long.”

You don’t like the way Kirishima’s face falls, but then he pastes on another smile that’s less bright and more forced. You frown, then look through the clutch you’ve been carrying around all night, taking out one of the business cards you’ve been passing out all night, and grabbing a small pen as well. You flip the card over to the back and write down your cell phone number, then tuck the pen back into your clutch.

You reach out and take his hand, turning it over to his palm faces up. Placing the business card on his palm, you curl his fingers over it, and pat his hand with a soft smile. “Text me, okay? Then we’ll be able to plan to meet up instead of you having to wish for it.”

Kirishima’s smile brightens, and he withdraws his hand, tucking the card into his suit’s small pocket right above his heart. “I’ll text you soon!” he says.

You step back and nod. “I’ll hold you to that!” Then you look at his friends, who have been eavesdropping rather obviously, and you smile. “It was really nice to meet you. I hope to see you again in the future.”

Mina laughs and waves. “Don’t be a stranger!”

Kaminari and Sero nod and wave too, saying some variation of “See you soon!”

Bakugou just nods, but his red eyes aren’t narrowed in a glare, so you’ll take that as a win.

You wave to them and take one last look at the redhead, whose eyes are soft as they watch you interact with his friends. “Bye, Kirishima.”

You turn from then and walk away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Kirishima and his friends are quiet for a long moment, then Sero shakes his head and mutters, “Dang. Kirishima, you’re one lucky guy.”

Kirishima looks at his friends, who all give some form of agreement to Sero’s statement. He laughs and rubs at the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, I am.”

–

The sixth time you meet, it’s as if you’ve known each other for a long time. You’ve spent hours texting and have gone to bed late because you were so engaged in a conversation over the phone. So when you finally arrange a time to meet at a cute bakery in Esuha—just as friends, you both decide, to get to know each other more—you’re not as nervous as you are excited.

When it’s time to go, you do so with a bit of sadness in your heart. You feel a bit more empty, and Kirishima does too, but both of you have gained another piece of each other’s heart.

–

The ninth time you meet, it’s your first official date. Butterflies turn somersaults in your stomach, but they calm when you finally see Kirishima. The two of you take the train to a town by the coast, and though the train ride takes an hour, there’s not an awkward moment between you both. By the time you arrive, the sun casts everything in a golden hue, and your excitement grows as Kirishima leads you to a grassy cliffside that looks out at the endless expanse of the sea.

He sets down his picnic basket and spreads out a blanket, holding out a hand to help you sit with an excited grin on his face. You enjoy a dinner under the setting sun that paints the sky in pinks, oranges, and golds, and dessert under the silver stars that glimmer from the midnight blue sky.

Your heart is full when you return home, and you each settle down on your beds with a content smile. Though your bed feels just a bit empty, thoughts of him keep you company until you drift off to sleep.

–

The twenty-seventh time you meet, it’s Christmas Eve. Kirishima’s classmates from U.A. have rented out a couple rooms at a karaoke place, and Kirishima invites you as his plus one. He waits for you at your front door, and a huge grin lights up his face when he sees you.

When you walk into the karaoke room, hand in hand, Kirishima’s classmates cheer and hoot and point at something above you. A sprig of mistletoe hangs from the doorframe, green with white berries, and everyone chants for you to kiss.

Kirishima protests, saying that you don’t have to kiss in front of everyone if you don’t want to, but you turn to him, grab fistfuls of his jacket, and pull him toward you so your lips meet.

Everyone cheers and whistles, but you don’t hear them. You only focus on Kirishima’s mouth brushing over yours, on his lips that soften as he deepens the kiss. Breathless, you reluctantly pull away, and smile at the blush that dusts his cheeks.

He drops you off at your home way past midnight, and both of you stand in front of your door for many minutes, laughing and kissing and basking in each other’s presence. When Kirishima finally pulls away from you and walks away to return to his apartment, you touch your swollen lips and smile softly.

You realize that he’s taken more pieces of your heart with him, and you’d gladly let him have the whole thing.

–

The two hundred and forty-second time you meet, it’s been three years since he first saw you in the rain, and Kirishima drops to one knee. At this moment, you realize that you’re in possession of his whole heart, and he is in possession of yours. It started from a few small slivers, but now, he has all the pieces of you in his gentle hands.

You smile at him through the tears that well up in your eyes.

You say yes.

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