#Togata Mirio x reader

[thatanimewriter]

DO YOU WANNA SEE MY MINECRAFT WORLD?

➳ synopsis: they made a minecraft world for the both of you to play and live your cute and quaint theoretical life in

➳ character/s: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, uraraka ochako, kyouka jiro, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio

➳ warnings: bakugou does have an eye for aesthetics you can't tell me otherwise

➳ notes: some more group headcanons for y'all, i promise i'll get to churning out requests eventually, i'm just having fun shit-posting rn :))

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the most modded out world you've ever seen. aesthetic to the max with texture packs, cit packs and texture packs. most of the stuff on this island would NEVER be achievable in vanilla and you're not entirely sure how their computer hasn't exploded yet.

── BAKUGOU KATSUKI, URARAKA OCHAKO, midoriya izuku, kyouka jiro

there are about 50 different holes in the ground and you think they've just gone into creative mode and put tnt everywhere. you're not sure if they've rage quit or are trying to do some 'landscaping' for future builds.

── shinsou hitoshi, TOGATA MIRIO, uraraka ochako (don't stray too far from the main area or you'll see the trial runs-)

a 7-year-old is probably on par with their building abilities. i'm talking cube dirt houses n just claiming a house in a village or digging a hole in a mountain and calling it a day.

── TODOROKI SHOUTO, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio

matched their world to their skin so they can take nice screenies. made you your own village to match yours so you can be neighbouring towns and have a fictional romance :))

── URARAKA OCHAKO, kyouka jiro, midoriya izuku

your house looks substantially better than theirs and it's clear they put more effort into your home. BUT they'll probably soon move into your house because they wanna sleep with you ;v;

── BAKUGOU KATSUKI, todoroki shouto, TOGATA MIRIO, shinsou hitoshi

[duckymcdoorknob]

As an ace request... maybe ace!reader having to nervously come out to to their boyfriend Mirio who ends up being super understanding about it??

WOOOO

YES IM SO DOWN FOR THIS REQUEST HAPPY PRIDE MONTH.

CW BELOW THE CUT: None! Enjoy!

𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑎

When you had gotten with your lovely boyfriend, Mirio, your first thought wasn’t happiness; it was fear.

You were worried how he would react upon hearing that you were asexual.

You pondered on the decision for a while, wondering if, and how, to tell him.

Finally, you came to the decision to tell him. You had to prepare yourself for weeks, but you managed to find the right time.

Mirio had just gotten back from a fantastic day at school, or so he expressed happily.

“It was amazing! First we got to train the first years, and then we did quirk studies! It was awesome!” He beamed, hugging you as you greeted him at the door.

“That does sound fun!” You chimed in response. “I do have to talk to you about something pretty important though, can we go to the couch?”

Suddenly your lover’s face dropped. “(Y/N) are you okay? Are you sick? Am I sick? What’s going on?” You could hear the frown in his voice as you led him to the couch.

‘I think I’m the only sick one around here…’ your inner thoughts screamed. You shook your head to brush the thoughts away. “No, no! I just need you to listen.”

Mirio sat attentively across from you on the couch. He watched as you breathed in and out to prepare yourself. As he did usually, he interwound your hands when you got nervous. Rubbing the base of his thumb along your own, Togata waited patiently.

“So… I’m…” you sighed in exasperation. “God why can’t I just-“

“It’s okay! I’m sure whatever you tell me won’t be the end of the world.” Your boyfriend replied with a squeeze to your hand, “Just rip it off like a bandage.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucked in a breath, and stated: “I’m asexual.”

As you breathed out and opened your eyes, you noticed your boyfriend was smiling at you, but with heavy confusion in his eyes.

“Cool!” He gushed, “What does that mean?” He asked in the same tone.

You giggled as you nervously stuttered out a definition. “I-it um… it means th-that I’m n-not interested in h-having sex…”

“Oh. That’s it?” He asked with a cocked head, “That doesn’t matter! If we we’re going to do anything, I would want to wait until we were married anyways. But, now that I know this, I feel more relieved.”

You furrowed your brows, why would he be relieved?

“I just didn’t want you to think I was a prude or anything. But, it’s important to me that I wait until I’m married for stuff like that, given that it’s such a special thing. But now I’m not worried about you feeling left out or anything.” Mirio said with an awkward smile.

You beamed at him and tackled him into a hug, “Thank you for being so understanding. I love you so much.”

Your boyfriend laughed, jumping to his feet and spinning you in a circle. When both of your giggles subsided, he gently connected your foreheads. “And thank you for trusting me enough to be yourself.”

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[angie-1306]

Serious question

Do you guys think Mirio would be into impact play? I mean, like... A spanking kink?

Honestly, I can totally see him doing it, he's a sweetheart, but I can feel the Dom vibes. Maybe a soft dom? Like, he would never use degradation

[cauzukofleascum]

Old Comforts in a New World (Togata Mirio x Reader)

Chapter Six: Apologies and Confessions (Smut)

You were awoken by Mirio climbing into bed with you, carefully curling around you into the big spoon position, holding you close. He didn't say anything, thinking you were asleep, just placed a kiss on your ear before finally sitting still. "What'd you get for dinner?" You asked quietly, taking hold of his hand and moving it off of you. "Just Ch*k-F*l-A, I thought you were asleep so I left your food in the fridge," His voice was low, hardly above a whisper, and tinged with confusion, "Did I do something wrong?" You didn't reply, eyes searching in the darkness of your bedroom for an answer to give him. You felt Mirio sit up and give you a bit of space, you were sure that worry was shining in those deep blue eyes of his, those stupidly charming deep blue eyes of his. His hand found yours, "If you're upset, I can give you space." You shook your head and started, "It's not that, it's just..." You took a deep breath, "H-How do you feel...about me?" Mirio let go of your hand, "Hm?" The motion and the reply told you all you needed to know. You swallowed, feeling a lump grow in your throat, your cheeks flushing with shame, and your eyes welling up before you could blink away the tears, "N-Nevermind, get out." Mirio set out a scoff of sorts, "I didn't get to-" "Just get out. I don't want you to use me for sex anymore." Mirio grew silent, listening to the sobs you were trying to hold back. He pulled the covers off of himself and walked away to leave you crying alone in the darkness.

Or, so you thought.

The bedroom's overhead light suddenly flicking on caught you a little off guard. You looked up, your watery eyes resting on Mirio. He was frowning, leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his white t-shirt, legs crossed in his favorite grey sweatpants. He had his hair pulled back in that ponytail you adored so much. He looked upset, concerned even; "Why do you think I'm using you for sex? We haven't even had sex since..what...last week? That isn't fair."

You hadn't thought about that.

You sniffled, a few more tears spilling from your eyes, "I just...I don't know what to think, I don't know how you feel about me anymore." Mirio moved toward you, climbing back into bed and opening his arms, "Well I'm not using you for sex." You hesitated, then moved into his lap, resting your head against his chest as he wrapped you up in a warm hug.

"Then how do you feel?"

Mirio didn't answer for a moment, then spoke slowly, carefully; "I...I'm...I want to show you. I've never felt this way before about anyone."

He carefully lifted you and laid you on your back, moving so that he was positioned over you, staring into your eyes. You gazed back into his, your heart starting to pound in your chest. You closed your eyes as his lips met yours. The kiss was cautious and hesitant as if the two of you were afraid to embrace each other completely. Mirio broke it, sighing, and sat back on his feet. "Y/n, I'm...scared. I want to show you how I feel, but I don't want you to feel used anymore. I can't say it, I don't know why but I just can't, I-I've tried but-" his voice cracked, and he quickly went quiet. You sat up quietly, eyes taking in Mirio's slightly trembling figure, his head resting in his hands. You reached out and placed your hand over his previously injured one, tracing a scar that was left there. He looked up at you, eyes watery, an expression of awe plastered onto his face. "You can...show me if you still want to," you said softly, smiling gently at him.

Before you could blink, his lips were on yours again, his right hand gently cupping your face as he used his left to pull you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands reaching to pull the hair tie out of his long golden hair. He seemed to like this, letting out a satisfied 'Mmm' as his hand moved to your chin to gently open your mouth. His tongue danced over yours, your instincts telling you to put your tongue out. Mirio let out a soft chuckle as he slurped your tongue into his mouth, biting down a little. You let out a soft cry, the foreign feeling catching you off guard, Mirio shifting to press his sex against yours before letting your tongue go and placing a small kiss on it. Your tongue felt like it was throbbing as you leaned back, staring at him, "That's...that's new." Mirio grinned, "I may or may not have been holding back because of my injuries. Plus I really want to show that I..." He blushed, looking down before shaking his head and laying you on your back. He carefully guided your t-shirt off of your body before pausing to take a look at you. His head tilted to the side as he studied your body and suddenly you became aware of every possible imperfection on you. 'Why would that matter now," you thought, 'We've had sex tons of times, so why am I suddenly embarrassed about it?' Mirio smiled, "Sorry, I just got caught up in how beautiful you are." He didn't wait a moment longer to place kisses down the valley of your chest, his hand gently caressing your side before trailing his fingers up to your breast and giving it a rough squeeze. You yelped, flinching a little. Mirio quickly let go and looked up at you, "I'm sorry, tell me if I'm too rough okay?" "Just..gradual, okay?"

Mirio nodded and went back to trailing kisses down your chest to your stomach. He placed his hands on the waist of your pants and pulled them down, tossing them over his shoulder to be forgotten until morning. Mirio rubbed up and down the length of your legs before laying down between them, his warm breath against your pussy leaving your insides with butterflies. You gripped the bedsheets, already aware of how weak you were to his touch, already aware that he wasn't going to be as nice as last time. You squeezed your eyes shut as Mirio used two fingers to open your lips and slowly ran his tongue over your clit. Mirio's tongue dipped from your clit to your folds, his tongue slipping inside of you as he shifted his hand to rub where his tongue had left. He moved to suck gently on your clit, slipping his middle finger inside of you, gently pumping and curling against you, smirking as you gasped and mewled under his touch. You let go of the bedsheets and laced your fingers in his hair, your back arching involuntarily as his tongue coiled around your sweet spot like a snake about to strike. A weak whine left your lips as Mirio pushed a second finger inside of you, your toes curling to endure the pleasure. You began to lose yourself to his techniques, your body tensing up as you got closer and closer to climaxing. Mirio waited until you were almost at your peak, fingers pressing and teasing the edge of your g-spot, tongue drawing tiny circles around your clit, your legs shaking and trembling as you slowly descended into intimate insanity before sitting up and withdrawing from your body.

You opened your eyes and sat up, staring at him, "Wh-..why?" Mirio looked up at you, smiling, "Hm? You didn't think I'd let you off that easy, did you? You still hurt my feelings with what you said earlier!" He turned his head and pouted like his feelings were hurt, but couldn't hold back a rather devious smile. "Buuut," he purred, standing up and scooping you up and holding you by your thighs, "If you say sorry, maybe I'll be a bit nicer to you?" He moved so that your back was pressed against the cold wall, and using one hand he pulled his sweatpants to mid-thigh level, his dick tapping against your pussy. You flushed, "I'm s-" Mirio's hand clamped over your mouth as he slowly pushed into you, his grip on your thigh tightening as he let out a soft grunt. You tried to relax, although no matter how many times the two of you fucked you could never quite get used to that initial feeling. Mirio knew this and let go of your mouth for just a moment to place a quick kiss on your lips, "You alright? I'm sorry." "No, no it's okay, don't worry." You replied, smiling to reassure him. He studied your face for a moment, then lifted his hand to cup your cheek. The sweet moment lasted no more than two seconds before his hand was around your throat and his dick was sliding, slowly, in and out of you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, eyes rolling back in pleasure as his cock rubbed against your insides, the slight curve upward hitting your spot just the way you liked it. That familiar sound of rushing blood in a muffled world filled your ears, you could feel your heartbeat throbbing in your veins, feel the contraction of Mirio's body as he entered and receded yours like a lazy ocean wave. The slow pace was killing you, you needed him now, now, now! Mirio bent his knees slightly to deepen his thrust. Strangled moans of blissful agony managed to escape from you, stars starting to form in your vision. Not that you cared, the slow, deep, rough thrusts into your body were driving you insane, bringing you to a close climax but not quite getting you off, at this point death would be a blessing.

Mirio's fingers loosened, just enough to let you gasp and cough, to which Mirio reacted with a sadistic smile, "What's wrong, sidekick?" "F-fuck me, fuck me!"

Mirio raised an eyebrow, "You hurt my feelings and now you want me to please you? So selfish. You're a selfish little bitch, aren't you?"

You suddenly seemed much more sensitive to the throbbing torture device inside of you. What was happening? Why did that turn you on?

Your expression must have given your thoughts away, because before you even knew it, Mirio had your face down on the mattress and was towering above you. You turned to look back at him, eyes wide with surprise and fear. Mirio smiled a sickeningly sweet smile and placed a hand on your hip, pulling you back onto his dick without warning. This was new, terrifyingly, electrifyingly new. Mirio started fucking you slowly at first, gauging your reaction. After making sure you were still comfortable, Mirio's pace started to pick up. You found yourself making bitchy, weak gasps, your hands gripping the bedsheets as Mirio's voice filled your ears; "Wh..mm. Where's my apology, Y/n?" With half lidded eyes and a foggy mind, you looked back at him and managed to whimper out a confused "Wha?" You were quickly taken out of your trance when Mirio's hand slapped your ass hard enough to leave a red mark on your brown skin. "S-Sorry!" You yelped, tears rushing to your eyes. "Good job! Can you say: 'I'm sorry Mirio?" He purred, placing his thumb in your mouth and pulling back your cheek just to fuck with you. "I'm shorry Wirio-" Mirio's thrusts got rougher, "A-again, say it like you mean it!" You could hardly process his words, you were too busy letting out moans that mirrored sobs and drooling a rather grody amount onto the pillow Mirio had so graciously allowed you to place your head on while he railed you. You offered another worthless apology, an embarrassing "I'm shorry" as he grinned above you, watching your measly expressions as he finally showed you what he had been holding back for so long.

Mirio removed his thumb from your mouth and repositioned himself so that he was completely covering you, his pace slowing for just a moment. "Ah, Y/n," he started, as if completely oblivious to your whines of pleasure, "Do you mind if I just..?" He wrapped an arm around your neck, holding you gently in a chokehold. "Is this alright?" He asked. You let out a distracted "Uh-huh!" and realigned your hips so that he could penetrate deeper inside of you. "Oh? Sorry, I guess I should go all out, shouldn't I?" He huffed, before whispering, "Tell me you love me and I'll give you what you want~?" Practically hypnotized by the feeling of his tensing muscles, of him pressing deep inside of you, you complied: "I, hah, I love you!"

Mirio's body shuddered as the words left your lips, his chokehold tightened he began thrusting into you at a speed you'd never felt before. You couldn't exactly moan due to Mirio's chokehold, instead, you gritted your teeth and pressed your body as close to him as you could, your hands holding his arm as your strangled breaths came in short little gasps. Your walls started to tighten as he ravaged you, digging your nails into his skin as you tried to resist the urge to cum. Mirio's moans became much more audible, his thrusts rougher, his hold tighter, "Yeah, ohhh god, I love you too, I need you!" Hearing those words leave his mouth brought a lot of mixed emotions, but you had no time to process how you felt as Mirio's dick hit your G-Spot and caused your undoing, the sensation so raw that your foot began to shake from the sheer intensity. Mirio quickly go of you, thrusting as deep as he could as he started to fill the condom. After a moment, he gently rocked his hips back and forth before sliding out and flopping onto the bed. "Next Sunday, you, me, movies," he muttered before snoring like a freight train.

Too tired to clean him or yourself up, you simply laid beside him, panting.

Looks like Mirio was finally taking you on a date.

[his-lune]

☾ togata mirio masterlist ☽

-`♡´- key -`♡´-

angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

☾. one shots

ᯓ★ coming soon...

☾. series

ᯓ★ coming soon...

[shuckinbeanz]

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[sup-hoes-its-me]

You're desperate for them right now

feat: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, tamaki, iida, mirio, shinsou

Summary: (requested) fem!reader texts the boys that they need that dick rn. i used a bunch of characters for this one, so if i missed any that you really wanted, feel free to message me.

NSFW so read at your own discretion. use of "daddy" and "slut" once if anyone is uncomfortable with that. sometimes i just like to post something a little bit naughty, ya kno?

bakugo:

midoriya:

todoroki:

tamaki:

iida:

mirio:

shinsou:

[sweetfushi]

hii! i just saw the mha men as girl dads thing and it was so cute😭😭🥹

could i request the same concept except maybe they’ve returned from patrol very late at night and saw their little baby asleep (or awake, take your pick✨) at the front door waiting for them?

thank you 🩷

→ RECEIPT. coming home to find their child waiting for them. → TAGS. dabi, tamaki amajiki, mirio togata x reader, established relationship, fluff, mentions of blood, burns and scars. → NOTES. hello hello! i’m so glad you enjoyed it 😭 your request made my heart flutter and i really enjoyed writing this (baby fever was seriously activated) <3

DABI.

— He’s drenched in rainwater, another’s blood and decorated with a couple of new slashes. None too deep, but still ones to be cautious of. He steps through the front door with a groan, and considering it’s 3am, he’s surprised to find the hallway light still on. When he hears a soft snore, his heart skips a beat and he tenses, only to glance over at the bottom of the stairs to find his three-year-old son dozed off.

— Dabi takes a moment to process the preciousness of the moment, the stinging from his scars barely felt amongst the warmth in his chest. He smiles faintly, a very subtle expression, kicks his boots off on the doormat and picks the boy up. “You idiot. You know I don’t come home until late,” Dabi mumbles, huffing out a sigh. He could’ve caught a cold like this, or have a sore neck from his sleeping position.

— “You’re here,” you whisper from the top of the stairs. Dabi’s gaze is quick to find your face, admiring your disheveled hair, tired eyes and sleep attire. “He insisted he’d welcome his Dad home from his mission. He’s been down there all night,” you chuckle softly, heart fluttering when Dabi ascends the stairs and presses a kiss to your neck, wrapping his free arm around you. You take note of the blood on his arm and give him a look of annoyance, one he knows to acknowledge by heading into the bathroom for you to patch him up.

TAMAKI AMAJIKI.

— It’s almost midnight when Tamaki comes home. The second he walks in, he's quick to lock the door behind him carefully. He’s panting from exertion but evidently calmer now that he's home, carefully pulling his shoes off just as he hears a small, sleepy whine. He looks over to the coat rack by the door to find his two-year-old daughter sleeping under it. However, from the sound of the door locking, she’s already starting to flutter her eyes open.

— “Papa!” she gasps once her vision focuses. She scrambles to her feet, almost tripping as she dashes towards him and jumps into his embrace. He’s quick to catch her and hold her tight with a small gasp, hesitant from all the blood on his hero suit. “Hey, what are you doing up so late?” he whispers, patting her back. “Where’s mama?” His daughter goes into a long rant about how you're already asleep and how she's been waiting for over three hours, sitting by the door with her snacks beside her.

— Tamaki lets out a breathy laugh, ruffling her hair. "Determined to welcome me?" She nods frantically. "Well now that you have, I think we need to get you to bed." But by the time he says that, she's already asleep, head resting on his chest and her sleepy whines starting up again. Tamaki smiles contently, rubbing her back as he walks up the stairs, into your room and places his daughter down to sleep before getting ready for bed himself.

MIRIO TOGATA.

— It's not too late when Mirio returns, about 10PM, but he's still careful when locking the door and pulling his shoes off. He makes his way into the kitchen to wash his hands, only to see you and his daughter sat at the dining table, anxious expressions painting your faces (or however anxious of an expression a five-month-old can muster). The moment he steps foot into the kitchen, you notice him, holding your daughter in your embrace as you speed-walk towards him.

— "Oh my God, love, are you alright? Who's blood is that?" Your brow is furrowed as your run your hands along his chest, his abdomen, and up to his neck. Mirio tenses at the intimate contact, flushing a light pink, but he quickly assures you that "I'm a-okay, sweetie. This blood isn't mine, some low-level villain got in my way last minute, so this is just the result," he laughs softly. His daughter squeals and coos, reaching for her father. Mirio wipes the blood off his chest before snatching her into his arms and spinning her around, their giggles filling the air.

— She starts to tug on and play with his cape, wrapping it around herself in an attempt to play hide-and-seek. Mirio indulges her and, while she's in his arms, starts running around in a mocking attempt of trying to look for her. You exhale at the sight, relief filling your chest to see his usual demeanour. Your daughter refused to sleep until she saw the beaming face of her father, and now that she had, she still didn't seem like she was going to sleep any time soon.

sweetfushi © do not modify, repost, translate, copy or use my post in any way. all that is included in this post, aside from the fictional characters and universes, belong to sweetfushi (zee).

[thatanimewriter]

HOOT HOOT.

➳ synopsis: the bnha boys with an s/o who has an owl quirk (eurasian eagle owl)

➳ character/s: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, togata mirio, amajiki tamaki, shinsou hitoshi

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: i like owls a lot and thought it’d be cute to have the bnha boys with an owl quirk s/o (eurasian eagle owl)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

he’s definitely studied you intensely

often takes notes in class for you because you sleep a lot of the day

and he writes little messages on them too

audible gasp when you first hooted

and then he cried-

because it was so fucking cute omg

however

the moment you turned into a full on owl

he’s done for

draws you in both human and owl form

they’re very detailed

but he can’t get over the fact that your eyes look like they glow

holds your head in his hands and squishes your cheeks

many kisses all over your face

hoots at you when he wants attention

── 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

he thought you were creepy at the start

the head turn put him off greatly

but he got used to it pretty fast

called you owl eyes for obvious reasons

it was the colour and pattern in them mostly

either owl eyes or just owl kid

he can lie all he wants

but he knows that the moment you changed into your owl form, he pouted from cuteness

desperately wanted to have you perch on his arm though

his superiority complex grows tenfold if you do

feels very powerful

but does give you some head strokes as well :))

he talks quieter around you because your hearing is more sensitive

would love it if you turned your head around to scare someone

melts when you hoot from happiness when you cuddle

── 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎.

genuinely thought you were a robot

you blinked so weird and the head turn was too smooth

to understand you better, he blinked the same

you hooted in response

and then he turned away because he thought he’d combust

from cuteness

very softly strokes your head when you’re in your owl form

thinks it’s comforting

he asks you if you’re ok with him doing that, to which you hoot in response

likes it when you sit on his shoulder and nudge his head with yours

enjoys staring competitions with you

once was tempted to paint your talons

but he also didn’t want to get scratched

so he never did

but he wanted to cry when you gifted him a quill made with one of your feathers

── 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎.

hooted at you

saw you and made the owl noises

squealed when you made them back to humour him

desperately wanted to touch the 2 big feathers on your head

thinks it’s adorable how they raise and lower on your head

100% just stares at you until one of you blinks

screamed of excitement when you turned into an owl completely

held out his arm to prompt you to sit on it

still hoots at you

once he stuck his head through the wall while you were an owl

you got scared and scratched him with your talons

he vowed never to do that again ._.

he knows you can defend yourself

but he still wants to protect you

you’re his precious owl s/o

── 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈.

scared at the start

you looked like you were staring into his soul

but now he’s found that he copies some of your mannerisms

was concerned for the sleeping you did in class

but also really wanted to touch your wings

it was the talons that stopped him at first

when you told him it was ok, he couldn’t stop

your wings were so soft ;v;

you go on flights togetherrrr

he grows himself wings and you choose between human or owl

mostly night flights because you can see better

you touch wings while gliding-

if he could grow a beak

he would definitely nuzzle beaks with your owl form

but in human form there are many soft kisses waiting for you

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

one of the few who thought it was cute from the start

wanted to know more about you

but having an owl quirk meant you could stay up late with him and sleep during the day

thought that your vision being vastly better in the dark was really cool

but the fact that you can fly almost silently terrifies him a lil

when you morph into an actual owl, he enjoys having you sit on his shoulder

shinsou has a spray bottle of water for your owl form

he sprays you when you get too warm

and sometimes himself-

when you guys cuddle, he strokes your wings

sometimes you like to cover him with them like a little shield

you made him a little necklace with a feather that fell out

and he gave you the biggest hug

swayed you from side to side

and wanted to cry of overwhelming cuteness when you hooted

[atsuwumus]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 the boys who fuck tenderly. the ones who hike up your legs under his arms, almost folding you in half. the ones who rest their foreheads against yours, forcing you to keep your teary gaze on them. who swallow your cries and whimpers and moans with soft kisses and encouraging little 'uh huhs'. who knows they're splitting you in half but the way you're scratching at their shoulders and squeezing round their cocks, the way your lips tremble and toes curl, they can't stop. the ones who fuck you slow and deep until you feel like you're going to cave into yourself. "I've got you, sweet girl, I've got you". the ones who wind their hands into yours, who kiss away your tears and coax just one more orgasm out of you.

[mamayan]

I would murder for more Aizawa but that's not what this ask is about tee hee~

My boy Mirio except it's him and reader's first time and reader can't keep up with his stamina 👉🏽👈🏽

Ah yes, my golden boy. My golden retriever. My goodest boy award winning champion. Mirio Togata! Your request is comin’ right up! ♡ not proof read!

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Mirio Togata x Fem! Reader

CW: Established Relationship • Future AU • NSFW • Fluff! • Virgin! Mirio • Virgin! Reader • Penetration • Praise • Overstimulation • Humor (he’s a goof) • Fingering (F) • Oral (F) • Size Kink • Creampie

He’s looking at you again.

With those eyes. The ones that sparkle and say “look at how cute I am!” while a pink hue covers his cheeks.

You pointedly ignore the look, resuming work on your laptop while he sulks over on the couch. You weren’t going to give in, he’s had a long day of patrols as a pro-hero, and needed to be prioritizing sleep. Hence, why you’re working even though your boyfriend arrived late in the evening to see you. His face popping through your front door to announce his presence nearly sending you to an early grave.

“Hey babe! I brought Thai food—,”

“Kyaaa!” You’d thrown the cup you’d been washing right at him. The ceramic mug neatly caught in his hand, also coming through your door. His boisterous laugh only earning him an earful as you repeat your request for him to knock like a normal person.

“Sorry, I always forget! I just get so excited to see you!” You can imagine a golden fluffy tail wagging behind him and droopy ears on his head. His attitude akin to your neighbor’s dog.

“What’re you doing here so late Mirio?” Your pointed look had him deflating, and it makes your chest feel stuffy to see him so.

“I just wanted to see you…?” How were you supposed to send him away?

“When is the last time you’ve had a full night’s rest? You need to sleep Mirio.” Your worry far greater than anything else as you fret over him. He sets the food down in the kitchen, moving his tall and imposing frame towards you. You’re quickly wrapped in his strong arms, squished gently to his chest as he just breathes you in for a moment. It’s impossible not to relax, to let him take a little weight despite it being him who needs the burden lightened. “I just want you to take care of yourself…” your sweet confession has him nearly dropping to one knee, but well aware a marriage proposal so quick to your new relationship might have you scampering away.

“Hmm, then, could I stay the night here?” His words have you tensing up nervously, aware of the implication and not naive to what it can lead to.

You don’t mind, really, but once again your thoughts stick to his lack of sleep and self care lately. He’s been working nearly 18 hours a day for the last week! It’s a criminal offense, those hours.

That’s how you’re here now. Finishing up work and trying to pointedly ignore Mirio’s soft blue eyes glittering for your attention. Despite his size and figure, his face makes even children trusting of him, looking incapable of bringing harm. You fell in love with the man for far more than just such simply reasons, but it certainly wasn’t a disservice that your boyfriend was so cute.

You don’t notice he’d snuck up on you, only startling as thickly corded arms snake over your shoulders and chest. He leans his head on top of yours, looking down at your work.

“Mirio, you can stay here, but go to bed please—,”

“Are you scared?” His questions pauses your rant, and you tense under the weight he’s leaned on you. The slight change in demeanor is all he needs to drop his arms, and you’re a little embarrassed and ashamed when he moves away from you.

Only for his hands to grip the bottom of your chair and turn you completely around.

He’s crouching down now, though with his height and size, even with you sitting he’s nearly eye level with you. His face, normally like sunshine and smiling, is uncharacteristically stoic. His gaze somewhat darkened as he seems to silently command your full attention.

“Sunshine,” you try not to show how the pet name makes your heart flutter, “If my presence is making you feel pressured in any way, I promise it is no big deal for me to go sleep on the couch, on the floor, or go home.” You go to open your mouth, defensive because you didn’t want him to leave or sleep anywhere but on a comfortable bed. He’s quick to gently wrap a large hard over your jaw, hushing you as making you look up at he stands to loom over you.

It’s not threatening. Even with how big and bulky the blonde is, his aura of protection and kindness is undeniable.

“I want you, all of you, but do not doubt for one second in your mind that I am a man who can’t wait. I have never loved a woman like I love you, I’m nervous and scared too, I’m not experienced nor can I confidently say I’m going to always be able to keep my excitement in check but…” he leans closer, you can feel the warmth of his breath and smell his cologne. “I will always respect what you want.”

He finishes so firmly, no room for any other thoughts but his sincerity, that you feel your eyes water and lip wobble. How many losers had you dated before, who grew vicious and mean when you rejected them? How many said hateful words and comments like that’d make you any more open to sex? How many left you because you wanted to get to know them as a person before you let yourself be so vulnerable?

“I love you too,” your voice is a little hoarse, but you wrap your hands around his wrist, keeping his touch on you as you let yourself relax. You look up, to his soft shining eyes and sweet smile, and you can’t help mimicking it. Letting your lips tilt up because even though your heart is so full it feels like it’ll overflow, you are happy and so sure of him. You’ve been sure of him, but the topic and approach just lost on you. He’s been so busy working as a hero as well, saving lives and people, that you’ve felt guilty taking time he could be resting away from him.

“You aren’t tired?” You feel so shy, despite knowing him and always being so comfortable around him. It feels different.

“Not even a little.” He chuckles, and you’re truly gone as you move one hand away from his wrist to curl into the fabric of his t-shirt. Tugging him down further, so you could kiss him. Slot your lips against his thin and soft ones, and further solidify your resolve.

“Let’s go to bed Mirio…” you break the kiss, to really look into his eyes. They widen slightly, and his face flushes deeper than you’ve ever seen before as he stutters out, “A-are you sure? Like… uh, just bed or…?” You giggle, grinning as you feel your nerves evaporate in the presence of his.

This big strong pro-hero, stuttering and blushing while waving his hand in panic, because you invited him to bed.

“No, not just bed, unless you lied and you really are tired?” Your sly smile and quirked brow set him off, his huff and grumble as he scoops you up into a Princess carry adorable.

“Not tired…” he grumps, marching you nearly mechanically to your room, toeing the door open and setting you down on your mattress. He nervously rubs a hand on the back of his neck, not looking at you as he mumbles a bit awkwardly.

“Okay… so you said not just bed, but could you possibly say… it?” He’s sheepish and you feel overcome with the need to tease him. You bat your lashes, looking coy and so beautiful he really finds it difficult to swallow as he looks down at you before averting his eyes again, trying to stay on topic.

“Say what Mirio…?” You sit up on your knees, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loop and tug him closer. You hardly have to use any strength, his body automatically following your nonverbal orders perfectly. Your head is at his chest like this, perfect height to run your hands softly over his torso and slip under his jacket to push it off his shoulders.

He lets you. No fight or push back in him as you feel yourself becoming emboldened. He makes you feel confident. Like whatever you’re doing, however you’re doing it, is right in his book. Maybe it’s just right that you’re touching him.

“Say that I love you…?” You’re clearly teasing, your smile too saccharin and eyes too mischievous. He chuckles, soft and quiet, keeping his hands off you but allowing you full access to him. It’s on purpose.

“I love you too pretty girl, but not quite what I meant…” his jacket drops to the ground, and you’re working on his shirt next, shivering at the feel of his solid muscles beneath your finger tips.

“Oh? Say that I’m so lucky you’re mine…?” He wants to touch you, but he also doesn’t want to ruin your fun. It’s a battle of will for him at the moment. When your soft small hands can’t reach any farther to push his shirt off and he has to help you, his jeans feel too tight.

“Fuck, I’m lucky you’re mine, my girl who loves to tease me.” You giggle again, feeling jittery and aroused as he throws his shirt next to his jacket, upper body naked and in full view for your eyes to feast on. You’re hands aren’t innocent either, and while you’ve felt him up plenty during your make out sessions… once more it feels different. Warmer and more passionate.

“Mhm… then, say I want you to make love to me? That I want you inside of me? To touch me?” He moans, shivers racking his body visibly as he finally gets his permission to touch you.

You squeal in excitement as he pushed you, your back hitting the soft sheets as he leans over you with a wicked grin. He looks victorious. “You said,” is all you get before he’s kissing you like lives depend on it, lips parting for his tongue to invade and swirl around your own. Nipping and sucking on your lips as his calloused hands run up your sides and squeeze you. You moan up into the kiss, muffled as you wrap your arms around his neck to anchor him to you. Your hands naughty, moving to run through his soft locks and tugging.

He groans, pulling away and grunting when you do it again, his gaze darker than before as he smiles. “Keep teasing me baby, you look so pretty like this.” You gasp in pleasure as he grips your sleep shorts, yanking them down and swiftly off your legs. They’re tossed to the floor as he does the same to your shirt, leaving you beneath him in only a thin bra and panties.

It’s the most he’s ever seen of you.

You don’t get a chance to feel anything but purely embarrassed as he moans, his forehead connecting with your chest as he grips your arms tightly. “S-sorry, just—you’re so cute. I need a moment.” You heat up, stomach filled with butterflies as you huff a laugh. His display dramatic but endearing. It’s not hard to make him sit up, as your hands go to his jeans and work on opening them up, setting off a whole new display of theatrics.

“Fuck, fuck, your hands look so cute, do you want me to help? No? Oh, oh fuck so soft, wait—,” you don’t wait, not when he sounds so desperate, no when you’re so desperate. Just to touch him. Feel him. Make this powerful pro-hero adored by the masses crumple under your hand, because of you. You try not to make a face, as your hand finally does feel and wrap around him… and your fingers don’t quite all touch around. No, you try not to flinch or show your astonishment because only pornos had actors this big, but Mirio is hanging on to your every reaction. He doesn’t miss it. You wince, lips parting a bit as his pants hang off his hips and you hold his hard cock in your hand.

It’s hot, physically hotter than the rest of his body, and you’re slightly clammy as you give a few experimental jerks like you’ve seen in videos.

“Ah, mhm, here baby, like this…” his hands are so much bigger than your own, it’s more obvious as one wraps around yours to show you how he likes to be touched. He tightens his hold, moaning a bit as he watches and essentially uses your hand like a sex toy. Harder and faster than you’d done it, working his uncut cock up further and somewhat strangling to tip before dropping back down. You’re enthralled, watching the reddened head leak all over you both, his pre-cum copious, helping as a lubricant to make the movements easier.

“Does it feel good?” You can’t help it, as he semi leans over you and masturbates with your hand, you ask a somewhat rhetorical question.

His smile melts the anxiety like the sun melts ice. “I feel like I’m going to die I’m so close to coming.” His honest answer has you simmering. “Is that okay? Can I cum for you?” His breathing is labored, little grunts and moans mingled but he doesn’t look away from you or the soft skin revealed to his eyes.

“Y-yes…” you feel silly for the words which nearly came out, but he seems to see right through you.

“I need you to say it more clearly.” He’s moving his hips now, pushing more of his fat cock through the grip of your fist and making the muscles in your hand ache, but you refuse to release tension. You swallow the embarrassment, because this is Mirio and even if he did laugh, wouldn’t you follow too?

“I want you to cum for me Mirio, cum in my mouth.” It sounds like a line torn from a sex tape, but it’s a line which apparently has him seizing up because suddenly your yanked forward into a sitting position. His cock right by your lips, his hand using your own to work himself furiously as you instinctively open just before he gasps and his load shoots in spurts onto your tongue and lips. “So hot, fuck you’re so hot, so pretty like this…ah,” his head is thrown back as he slows his vicious abuse, your concern for his well being unnecessary as he comes down from his euphoria. You swallow, and while you’d heard horror stories of how men taste, you note it’s mild and a little salty. He doesn’t taste bad at all.

Your hand is sticky and wet as you pull it off him, shiny strings of pre-cum and actual cum breaking off his softening erection as peer up at him.

Despite having a redder than usual face, Mirio looks the same. Grinning and proud looking as he shuffles off the bed to fully remove his clothes.

You really thank whatever star granted you such a man. His entire body sculpted and powerful, each muscle on display and you giggle as he flexes dramatically for you, climbing back onto the bed and encouraging you to lie back. “Thank you sweet girl, but don’t you think I also deserve a taste?” His innuendo not lost on you. Your heart picks up, but you nod with a nervous smile as you let him strip your remaining undergarments off so he could have full access to you.

Like with everything about Mirio, he isn’t shy.

Quick to use those big hands to spread your thigh, keeping you open with his own as his hands smooth up your hips, over you soft belly and up to your breasts where he leans over to capture a nipple in his mouth. You can’t quiet the noise it draws from you, your hands tangling again in his hair as you moan. His tongue lavishing your hardening nipple, wetting it and sucking as he stares and tracks every little piece of information you give to him. Like learning the moves of a villain in battle, Mirio is consciously memorizing your movements and habits to see what makes you react more.

Your hips move against nothing, his thighs keeping you spread and your wet cunt exposed to the cool air in the room as you twist and writhe beneath him. He’s gentle, even as he nips and sucks bruising marks onto your chest and up as he kisses to your jaw. “Mirio…” you mumble so sweetly it makes his teeth ache, and he doesn’t stop himself from sinking into your neck a little roughly with his teeth. Your sharp gasp turning into a moan as he licks the sting away.

“You’re so cute, so precious, all mine. I’m so lucky, aren’t I?” He’s murmuring against you, finally bringing his lips up again to kiss you deeply. His tongue and scent distracting as he lets a finger trail through your slick, jolting you with the shock of pleasure as he brushes over your clit. “Does it feel good?” His teasing voice is right beside your ear, and while you can’t see him, you know he’s enjoying the payback. You huff a laugh, hardly focused on his words as you’re forced to accept the minuscule stimulation he’s giving. Teasing and not enough.

You turn your head, using your grip in his hair to make him stay while you whisper in his ear. “It feels so good… but it’d feel better inside me.” He groans, his cock once again aching and hard as he rests his head in the crook of your neck while he allows his finger to push inside your pussy. If you’d thought his cock was hot, you had no idea how warm inside you were. Mirio momentarily stunned by the intensity of your body temperature as he’s forced to imagine the tight wet space stretching to fit him.

“I think I’m going to lose my mind…” his whisper is barely audible, and you don’t get a chance to question him as he adds another finger, this time you feel the stretch. “Mirio, oh,” you tremble beneath him, hands leaving his hair to wrap around his free hand braced on your hip. You can’t help but watch, feeling so wound up felt both incredible and frustrating all at once. “I want to cum, Mirio, please,” your little whines and moans were already leaving him dizzy, but your begging with those wide watery eyes made it hard not to get rougher with you. Your pussy soaked his hand, the wet squelching of each thrust of his fingers inside of your gooey walls making you twist and grind your hips onto him.

“M’gonna cum…” the build it up quick and slow all at once, Mirio finally hitting a spot inside that had stars bursting in your eyes. The tight coil in your belly snaps as you shake and come apart for him. “That’s it, so good…” he’s working you down slowly, easing the speed and intensity as you come down, kissing your forehead so gently.

You drowsily look up at him, as he brings his fingers to his lips and noisily sucks each one clean as he holds eye contact. You huff in embarrassment, trying not to show how arousing the display truly way. “Do you think you could cum on my tongue next baby?” His serious expression was enough to have you focusing despite the lull of your body.

He wants to make you come again?

You couldn’t help but feel giddy, nodding and letting out a happy giggle as he kissed your cheeks, nose, and lips. “Thank you pretty girl.” He never ceased to amaze, because should it be you who was thankful? It hardly mattered as your attention drifted to his lips traveling down, leaving marks in his path to your sopping wet pussy.

“So pretty,” he chuckles as you shy away, feeling odd having him just stare at you. His hands moving to spread the lips of your cunt to stare at your twitching hole he wanted to fill so badly. His blue eyes are nearly black, his pupils blown wide and face so flushed he appears intoxicated. “Don’t just stare—oh!” He’s on his elbows the next moment, hooking around your thighs and spreading you wider as he comes within an inch of touching your pussy. His mischievous gaze holding your own as he sticks his tongue out to lick one fat strip up your folds.

“Fuck,” you shudder, the foreign feeling consuming. So much softer than any toy or time you’ve used your fingers. It’s feather light at first, ticklish and textured as he laves at your clit lazily, letting you adjust to the sensations. It’s not long before your hips are wiggling, your little moans getting louder. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt naughty and arousing to your ears. Your hands were back into his hair, trying to pull him closer as he experiments with pressure, speed, and location.

Direct kitten licks to your clit drives you wild, the soft little sweet sensations making you shiver and gasp. His tongue delving inside of you makes you grind harder against him, soaking his face. When he sucks on your clit though, you come almost instantly, crying out in panic as he tears a viscous orgasm from you too quickly.

“Mirio! Hgh!” Your back arches off the mattress, and you nearly tear his hair out as he watches up in amazement as you jerk in his hold, further soaking him as you come. He didn’t expect such an intense release, but as you twitch and gasp for air he kindly wastes none of your release. Licking you up and moaning as the mental video of you shattering beneath him plays.

“That was perfect, you did perfect, thank you,” he’s kissing you senseless, pushing the taste of your own release into your mouth as he knocks your thighs almost painfully far apart and settles himself between them. You felt so small like this, caged in by his enormous frame and kind eyes. His hair messy and falling a bit into his face as he traces his thumb over your cheek. Letting you fully catch your breath.

“How do you feel? Are you tired?” His question sparks a bit of rebellion in you, as you eye him with the same pout he’d aimed at you earlier tonight and the same words, “Not even a little.”

He laughs, boisterous as he pulls you into a hug so familiar and like Mirio, nuzzling into you and kissing you with such affection it makes you laugh as well. “I love you sunshine, you know that?”

“I do now,” you quip, kissing his nose as he grins.

“Good,” he kisses you deeper, pulling your focus to his lips as he grips his leaking cock and lines himself up, letting your slick coat his tip as he pressed forward a little.

The sting is a bit sharper than you expected. Gasping into the kiss and making him pause as he checks on you.

“M’fine,” you’re forced to verbally assure, least he stop and you wouldn’t put it past him to do so.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you, promise?” You nod, doing your best now not to let even a peep even as you feel the stretch and burn of him pushing inside. It doesn’t hurt but it’s a strangely new sensation as your muscles spasm and clench around the hard cock splitting you open.

“So tight,” your eyes lock onto his ruined expression, taunt and twisted as he whines, finally letting his tip press up against your cervix where you’re left out of breath and panting. He bites his bottom lip, hard enough to nearly draw blood as he waits, because that’s what it said online and he’d be damned if he hurt you by being impatient.

It’s you who has to initiate movement, wrapping your arms around his neck as the burn inside you fades and the need for friction increases, your hips moving and cunt clamping down. It drags another hissed moan from his lips, his hips automatically bucking a little and making your voice mimic his.

“Yeah? Feel good sunshine?” He’s breathless, already close to an orgasm but refusing to give in before you do. You nod, clinging to him and the feeling of being so full and pressed against his hard body as he begins to rock into you.

“You feel so good, made for me aren’t you baby? Made for my cock.” You aren’t ready for his words as you shiver, his thrusts slow but gaining in power as you relax and allow him in deeper. “You sound like it feels good, should I go faster?” He’s speeding up before you even nod, delirious and pussy drunk as he holds you close, arms around your back and head as he pants into your ear, licking the shell and moaning for you as you mewl and lock your legs around his waist.

You feel the coil winding up in a new way, less noticeable at first but building and drawing your attention as you begin really crying out. His cock slamming into you, hitting inside just right that it leaves you scrambling for even a single thought as pleasure consumes you both. He’s lost in you more so, overcome with delight and pleasure as he ruts into you. His focus only on getting you to come so he can too, his energy mounting despite his strenuous efforts.

“M-Mirio~ m’gonna— again, oh please, I need—,” your voice is hoarse as you cry and moan for him, babbling adorably as you try and plead for him to give it you. To let you cum for him.

“Fuck, you need to cum? Go ahead sunshine, all over my cock, cum for me.” He’s smiling but it’s more of a flash of canines as he moves a hand between you, thumbing at your clit and giving you the final push over the edge as you do cum. “Inside me, cum inside,” your voice has him losing reason as he fucks you. Balls slapping at your ass as he pumps himself into you fast and hard now. Pussy gripping him as he moans, crying out into your throat as he finishes right behind you. Spilling his hot load deep into you, but his hips don’t still.

“Fuck fuck, you feel so good, so good sunshine, fuck, could die like this, so good,” he’s senseless, coming apart as he just keeps moving.

“M-Mirio—,” it’s too much.

His cock doesn’t soften. His hips working in short hard thrusts but they’re beginning to lengthen you realize. The pleasure is blinding but as it drags on, you panic, stuttering through your words as you try to grab his attention.

His eyes are half lidded, hair covering one up as he licks his lips and focuses down where you’re both joined. Mesmerized by how your little cunt takes his cock, how wet you are, how good you feel.

“S’too much!” You sink your nails into his forearms, but he’s just fucking you harder, moaning and losing himself as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Mirio please I can’t—oh, wait I— hah, please!” You feel light headed as he continues pounding and screwing you stupid, your body jerking a bit with the force of his thrusts as he grips you tight to keep you from getting away. You realize he’s mumbling under his breath, sweat dripping down his face and body as he works you both into overstimulation and another orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, fuck, see you dripping my cum for days, fuck,” he’s unfocused as he sits up, pulling you almost into his lap as he grips your hips and angles them to better sink into you.

“m’coming—!” your vision goes dark for a moment as you’re wracked with another orgasm so close to the last, losing logic as he keeps going, moaning and whining as he grits his teeth and comes again soon after.

“Shit, I’m coming,” he nearly crushes you with his weight as he once more pulls you to his chest. This time he stills, and you feel his cock twitch every few seconds, his warm cum painting your walls as he kisses your neck and face. Your tired limp body in his arms too weak to really reciprocate much.

“Thank you baby, so good for me…” you’re ready for sleep to pull you under as Mirio showers you with affection, but your eyes snap open in panic as his deflated cock starts to harden again. “Fuck just need you one more time… one more…” you whine, hand pushing as his face but his hips are already moving and sliding his thick cock out of you before pushing in.

“Mirio—,”

“One more time, you can do one more for me right sunshine?” His soft eyes, sweet smile, so charming and disarming. You nod unconsciously, not understanding your tired mistake until he’s flipping you on your stomach and pulling your hips up, realization dawning as he slams back inside and leaves you reeling. “Fuck, thank you baby, so tight shit,” he’s gone.

You learned two things that night.

Mirio is a liar, and one more meant three more… and he gives incredible massages, which you found out in the morning after you woke up sore and angry.

[cauzukofleascum]

Old Comforts in a New World (Togata Mirio x Reader)

Chapter 4: Return

It's been three weeks since you last heard from Mirio, and it was driving you insane.

At first, things with Mirio were amazing. Even if the two of you hadn't been on your first date yet, you'd been talking every night for the first two weeks of your budding relationship. You'd seen his bruises slowly heal, his arm come out of the cast and slowly regain its strength and color. His smile seemed to get more genuine, and whenever he smiled your heart gave way to him a little more.

Where had things gone wrong?

Oh, right.

Three weeks ago you'd finally decided to ask Mirio what had been on his mind so much, and why he wasn't at U.A. anymore. For just a split second, you saw despair in his eyes before he showed you a big smile and a lighthearted "Oh, just some personal stuff, just needed a break," left his lips. Before you could press further, Mirio was talking about how exhausted he was from the physical therapy, "Oh man, I'm really tired. Y/n, let's get some rest, okay? I'll tell you about it in the morning." "Okay, just promise you'll tell me the truth?" "I promise!"

The next day, Mirio didn't answer any phone calls or texts. It was like he vanished from the face of the Earth! You sat on your couch pondering this, tapping your foot onto the living room's hardwood floor. Shakily, you sipped wine from a crown-headed wine glass as you gazed at news articles on your phone. Seemed like all was right in the world.

A loud, booming knock came at the door, causing you to flinch and spill wine onto the cream-colored sofa. "Shit-" you cursed, trying to blot the wine up with a paper towel. The knocks came again, thundering against the door, causing you to jump to your feet and head to the door. Would it be cops? Is someone getting murdered? You cautiously opened the door only to find Mirio there, hair messy, clothes dirtied, tears running down his face as he leaned forward and wrapped you into a tight hug.

"Wh-Mirio?!" Was all you could manage to exclaim, reaching around him to hold him.

"M-My quirk," he sobbed, "I-It's gone! They can't bring it back, m-my quirk is gone!"

What? Quirks don't just disappear! Especially not a powerful one like Mirio's, there was just no way in hell!

More importantly, you needed to get Mirio settled.

"Okay, okay, come in, let's sit on the couch and you can tell me about it." You said in your most soothing voice, rubbing his back and giving him a firm pat. Mirio's sobs turned to hiccups as you took his hand and led him to the living room couch. You sat down and patted your thighs, indicating for him to place his head on your lap. He did so, sniffling, hiccuping, eyes red from how hard he'd been crying. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, smiling a little as his body relaxed under your hands. "Want to talk about it?" You asked softly, not wanting to upset him further. Mirio was quiet for a moment, then said:

"Back when I was in U.A., I was protecting a very special little girl from that terrorist Overhaul. When I was trying to stop her from getting hurt, Overhaul's crony shot me with a quick-killing bullet. I...I haven't been messaging you because I was working with a team to get my quirk back. It looks like it'll never happen."

Tears were dripping onto your thighs and Mirio's body started to tremble.

"I'll never...I'll never save a million people."

You gently caressed his cheek, listening intently. 'That's what the radio meant by early retirement,' you thought before finally saying: "Mirio, by stopping Overhaul you probably already saved a million people. Thanks to you he can't hurt anyone anymore." His trembles subsided from constant to the occasional shiver and sniffle. He was listening to you. "You're still a hero, Mirio! Being quirkless doesn't change that. Like M*men Rider from *ne *unch *an." You said with a smile, wiping away his tears. Mirio was quiet until finally, he said: "I don't want to be alone right now. Can I..stay with you?"

"Of course."

[his-lune]

☾ big three masterlist ☽

☾. togata mirio

ᯓ★ masterlist

☾. amajiki tamaki

ᯓ★ masterlist

☾. poly!miritama

ᯓ★ masterlist

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#13...The awakening 2-

NB!Y/n*Meeting the Big Three after Izuku told you about his odd but nice upperclassmen*Are the big three Zuzu told me about?~Im Y/n Midoriya!~

Tamaki:...

Nejire:...

Mirio: ARE YOU AN A THESPIAN?SUPERMODEL?-SEA DEITY?OR D ALL OF THE ABOVE?!-

NB!Y/n*Chuckling at his comment, looking at his eyes* Arent you sweet~

Mirio*Flushed under the collar and looks at Nejire and tamaki*O-Ok you guys get out of here...so me and beautiful gorgeous can live happily ever after-

Tamaki*Hidding his face and covers his eyes from your...radiance* Mi-mirio you in highschool and they're college, their old...er-

part 2:

[blakeswritingimagines]

Who fell first and who fell harder

Izuku Midoriya: He fell first and harder

Katsuki Bakugo: You fell first but he fell harder

Shoto Todoroki: You fell first but he fell harder

Tenya Ida: He fell first but you fell harder

Fumikage Tokoyami: You fell first but he fell harder

Hitoshi Shinso: You fell first and harder

Denki Kaminari: He fell first and harder

Eijiro Kirishima: He fell first but you fell harder

Mashirao Ojiro: You fell first but he fell harder

Mirio Togata: He fell first but you fell harder

Tamaki Amajiki: He fell first and harder

[sup-hoes-its-me]

They ask for a threesome pt.2

feat: mirio, tamaki, iida, sero, shinsou

Summary: (requested) a follow up to my previous threesome post but with some different characters. obviously nsfw so read at your own discretion pls. Fem!reader.

ps. sorry for not responding very quickly. ive been very distracted by other life problems recently.

mirio:

tamaki:

iida:

sero:

shinsou: